#these took longer for me to touch up than I had anticipated aaa

[marbirds]

the love cats are complete!

(and now available in my shop)

#cats #artists on tumblr #illustration #heartcore #hearts #my art #these took longer for me to touch up than I had anticipated aaa #now ive cleaned up all the cat doodles.. #kiki and jello #now i need to listen to the song #and also close my computer and not look at it ive been on it almost all day

[angelamajiki]

(I'm from LATAM, sorry 4 my bad english).

Hi<3 I started reading some of yours writings about Yandere Tamaki and I fall in love with them.

They way u describe his emotions and "ours" emotions trough the history is so amazing aaaaa <33

I really like the concept of Y!Tamaki, but i never see it including a "mommy kink" kdjfksjflsje 😔👊 so i was wondering if u can do something with those ideas <33

Thanks in advance aaa<3

[ good boy - amajiki tamaki ]

CW: hybrids, sub/dom dynamics, aftercare, a/b/o dynamics, mommy kink, slapping, cunnilingus, mating press, breeding kink, mentions of murder and blood, omega tamaki, alpha reader, afab reader, yandere

AN: thank you so much!!! as always, enjoy the fic and mind the tags :) i combined a few other asks for this

Being a bunny hybrid had its perks. For one, an innocent face with floppy ears and a perky cotton tail kept him out of a hell of a lot of trouble. No high was better than the adrenaline rush of killing a rival for Tamaki. Protecting your honor, protecting your safety, protecting the love you had for him. Like your knight in shining armor, he came slinking back to you after the kill, tail twitching with anticipation for his return to you.

Watching you rest peacefully in his nest made his heart leap from his chest. Ah, but he had to clean himself before he could curl up with you. His precious kit, how he loved to be a good boy for you. After his shower, Tamaki dashed into the nest with you, pressing kisses to your face gently to wake you up.

His pre-heat had come not only a few days ago, causing his spike in aggression towards others and forcing him to lash out on the poor soul that dared to flirt with his Alpha on their date. Your nose sniffed out his scent, awakening you, feeling your hybrid thump his leg in the nest.

“Oh, is my pretty little bunny finally in heat?” you mused, stroking the sweet spot on the back of his neck teasingly. “Does someone need mommy to take care of them?”

Nodding earnestly, Tamaki stripped himself of his clothes, already feeling the sweltering heat burning his core from within. His little cocklet twitched impatiently, standing tall against his toned stomach.

Crooning softly, you took him in your hand and began to stroke, relishing in the way he whimpered ‘mommy’ so beautifully for you.

“Such a good boy, Maki.” you praised, gasping gently as he took a nipple into his mouth, whining as he sucked fervently. “Mommy’s good boy.”

You intended to make him cum at least once before letting him breed you. The poor horny thing had so much stamina to give. And you wanted him to use it all out on yourself. Continuing to stroke his cock, you rubbed his nipples roughly, pinching and tugging at the pinky flesh. Bucking his hips into your hand, Tamaki switched nipples and leaned into your touch, feeling himself coming undone in just a few short minutes.

“Oh? Does my little boy want to cum? You'll have to ask nicely, bunny.”

Gasping and writhing under your steady pace, Tamaki clung to your wrist with both his hands.

“Please, mommy, can I come? I’ve been good, I've been good, please. Please!” the hybrid cried out, not being able to hold back much longer.

Shushing him gently, you picked up your pace and rubbed your thumb over his tip gently.

“Of course, you've been a good slut today. Go ahead and come. Give me what's mine.”

Leaning down, you took all of him into your mouth as he came with a scream, gripping your hair in bunched fists. You rode out his orgasm, swallowing every last drop of his seed.

“Did you enjoy that, sweet pea?”

Panting and heaving, Tamaki nodded while shaking from the afterglow of his high.

“C’mon now, show mommy some love too. You'll need to prep me if you want to breed me, bunny.”

Nimble fingers gripped your thighs with a renewed vitality, practically ripping them apart as he dove his face straight to your dripping hole. Yours found their way into his hair as you pulled his face back and slapped it.

“Where are your manners, boy?” you chided, rubbing his now reddened cheek soothingly. “Don't make me punish you. Be gentle with mommy. I’m not your toy; you are my bitch. Understand?”

Apologizes flooded from his lips in the forms of whines as he nuzzled the hand, stroking his face. Reminding of what a good boy he was, you spread your legs for him and guided his head to your sopping cunt.

“Thank you for the meal, mommy.” he gasped out, driving his nose to your clit and tongue to your hole. Hands tangled in his hair while you pushed your hips into his face, relishing in the muffled whines. What a desperate boy he was. His technique was fast and sloppy, like he was afraid his snack would be snatched from him at any moment.

Praises and moans of his name flowed from your lips as you tugged on his soft locks, admiring the way Tamaki took suffocation by your pussy like a champ.

“That’s enough, Maki, ” you sighed, pulling his head away from your twitching lips. His desperate whines, albeit adorable, made you impatient. “Stop pouting. You'll be able to have another taste later.”

Positioning yourself, you got face down and ass up, presenting yourself to your near-feral omega.

“Mount me, bunny. Make sure to breed mommy well and give her a nice litter.”

Not having to be told twice, Tamaki quickly sheathed himself inside you, bottoming out in one stroke. Hips pistoned out of you at a fast pace as you gripped the nesting blankets for purchase. Gasping and crying out, your bunny let you know no relief as he began to rub small, right circles on your clit.

You wanted to chastise him for being too rough; mommy was supposed to be in charge! The pleasure was too intense, too much for you to handle as you were reduced to a puddle under your mate’s ministrations. Ah well. You could spank him later for his overzealousness.

Whining and sobbing, Tamaki kept a tight grip on your hips while slamming into you, letting his heat take over all else. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out for you, mind filled with nothing except breed, breed, breed. He needed to see you pregnant, swollen, and fat with his kits so that no one dared to believe you were anyone but his. He couldn't wait to fill his nest with your young, keeping you all safe and sound.

Mouth hanging open, Tamaki became nonverbal as he flipped you onto your back, pressing you into a mating press as he finished himself off with a few more strokes. He finished deep inside you, interlacing your hands while the other one continued to knead your clit until you came on his emptied cock.

Sitting in the stillness and the silence for just a moment, the man rested his forehead against yours, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before pulling out. Keeping your cunt upwards, Tamaki sucked your clit gently while fingering the leaking cum back into your now loose hole.

He continued his sucking and fingering until you came again.

“Come, sweetheart, let me cockwarm you while you rest. We’ve got a long week ahead of us.” you cooed, bringing your sweet boy into your arms as you crooned, stroking his hair and ears as he entered you again, plugging his cum deep within your womb.

Praises and sweet nothings filled his ears as he drifted off to sleep, savoring the aftercare you lavished him in. He really was your good boy, after all.

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[shy-violet-soul]

The Itty-Bitty Babysitting Brigade

Title: The Itty-Bitty Babysitting Brigade Characters: Alpha! Bucky Barnes x Omega!F-Reader, Assorted Avengers Summary: A team of experts are ready to help Bucky with the twins. Warnings: fluffity fluffy fluff.  A bad language word. Word count: approx. 2,400 A/N: This merry little band wouldn’t let me rest until I snuck a peak at how they do with the new pups! You don’t have to read part 1 & part 2, but you should.

A/N 2: a very big fluffy thank you to my 2 beta’s, @thesassywallflower​ and @pinknerdpanda​. You ladies are super-fab - bless you for putting up with my text onslaughts!

This is a work of fiction based upon characters owned by the MCU. My work is not to be published elsewhere without my written permission.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. Before you and the twins darkened the apartment doorway on your first day home as a family, he’d created pup care schedules, matrices, and plans that would put Nick Fury to shame. The failure of the infants to follow said schedules, matrices, and plans gave him chest pains.

“Bucky, my love, it’s okay. They were all warm and cozy where it was dark and quieter. Here, it’s noisy and cold and bright. I’m sure they’re a little scared because everything’s so different. Crying is the only way they have to talk to us.” Then, you did it again - hand over his heart, blinking your tired but happy eyes up at him. “They’re so lucky to have a strong, brave daddy to help them feel safe.”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. After eight days of carefully crafted pup care plans being shot straight to hell, the soldier went back to his roots - guerilla warfare. Having spent decades perfecting the art of surveillance, he quickly learned the twins’ little tells that gave away possible maneuvers. Ruth Natalia, for instance, went back to sleep if she just rubbed her eyes with her fist. Rubbing her face into the blanket - imminent nap ceasefire. If Joseph Steven had the hiccups for longer than 3 minutes 18 seconds - prompt conflict escalation. Ever the tactician, Bucky quickly adopted the jarhead motto of ‘improvise, adapt, and overcome’ that allowed him to anticipate and quickly intervene. A swift pacifier tucked into Ruth’s mouth bought him an average 6 minutes extra peace time. Swaying Joey side to side tucked in his arm like a football was always a successful diversion. It’s when they joined forces in joint engagement that left him with palpitations and shortness of breath.

Watching you made it easier. Motherhood looked damn good on you. Even if you were covered in spit up and the clothes from two days ago. You showed him the best swaddle techniques, encouraged him to be unafraid while burping them (“they won’t break, Bucky”), and filled his phone with photos of him and the pups.

Even though Bucky grumbled that it had only been a few weeks, your willing daycare back-up Wanda had to get back to missions. The night before you were supposed to resume daycare duties, the babies engaged in full scale attrition warfare, including deployment of the famous Pincer movement.

Simply put, they ganged up on their mama and daddy.

Bucky’s heart broke when you sagged to the floor between their bouncy seats where they both shrieked like they were being tortured, and cried right along with them. You had nursed, and rocked, and walked, and bounced, and bathed, and sung, and nursed and swaddled and unwrapped and walked and vacuumed and nursed and nothing. Was. WORKING. 

“I don’t - I don’t k-know what to d-do!” you sobbed as you held pacifiers to their mouths. Your red-rimmed eyes shone garishly, skin pinched and pale from pure exhaustion. Your nursing top hung raggedly off one shoulder, and your loose pants were stained from dinner two nights before. Both his omega and his pups were in need before him, an expert warrior and master assassin. He felt like he was gonna throw up.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. And an Avenger, dammit! His alpha snarled and snapped with anxiety - protect! Soothe! Fix! Kneeling down behind you, he wrapped you up in his arms, being careful to avoid your painful breasts, and purred into your neck. You and both babies paused in the moment; you quaked like a leaf against him as the pups snuffled, his calming scent of rosemary and sandalwood pacifying them for a moment. He didn’t know what the hell to do, so he did what any rational person would do. He lied.

“I know what to do. You’re going to go take a shower, and lie down and sleep. The babies and I are going downstairs to be with the daycare pups.” 

Your lack of protest said more than any words as you wiped your nose on your sleeve. “C-can I just lie down here?” you croaked out pitifully. Bucky wavered for an instant before putting just enough alpha in his voice to get you moving.

“No, doll, you’ll wake up all sore. Go shower, go sleep.”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. The fact that he took enough equipment downstairs to satisfy a doomsday prepper wasn’t noteworthy in the slightest. The pups’ reactions, however, was. Parents were abandoned without a backward glance as they ran pell mell towards the occupied bouncy seat/swing contraptions. 

“WAIT!” Heidi/Dimples the omega bellowed, freezing Chad/Lightning Bolt and Jeremy/Steve in their tracks. “Sanitize! Who knows what germs you’ve picked up out there!” she ordered, swiping the pump bottle and doling out globs while Bucky hurriedly took care of sign in. Bucky would later chuckle with you at the militant little omega refusing access to the babies until every pup had been liberally sanitized. The ooo’s and aaa’s, soft touches, and light distracted the babies as Bucky scrambled to get morning snack lined up. Then…

“Look at that! Baby Joey has the hiccups!” giggled Micah/Iron Hulk.

Shit.

“Mr. Barnes, sir? Ruthie keeps rubbing her face in her blankie,” Heidi advised.

Dammit.

Servings of apple juice globbed into sippy cups with no attention to equal servings as Bucky’s heart rate rose along with the volume of the twins’ fussing. When Ruth gave one piercing cry, Bucky ripped open two packs of graham crackers and dropped them on the table, ignoring the crumbling result as he sprinted back to the babies. Elaine/Warrior Princess had already figured out the Stark tech on the swings, but the smooth movements weren’t doing anything to mollify them. Joey joined in his sister’s cries, both little faces screwing up as they hollered. Seven pairs of pup eyes turned to look at Bucky expectantly.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. The fact that he felt like vomiting was irrelevant.

“Hungry. Maybe they’re hungry,” he said more to himself as he stumbled to plug in the bottle warmer.

“Mmmm, I dunno. They don’t sound hungry,” Chad pondered, hands on his hips. 

“How do you know? They’re still fresh out of the wrapper, they don’t know how to cry different.”

Chad scoffed at Elaine. “Because my mama is a baby-makin’ machine, that’s why! She says so all the time, and my dad’s sleeping on the couch till he gets some kinda appointment made. I got two little brothers and one little sister at home.”

Sera studied Ruthi seriously, bobbing along with the baby as she scrutinized. “He’s right, they’re not hungry. See? She’s just lonely.”

Bucky tried not to hyperventilate as he fished out two bottles of breast milk, bobbling one until he slammed it into the warmer. Distantly he saw the pups gather in closer to the babies, heard the murmur of certainty in the ‘ooooh, I see!’ that chattered through the room. While mashing buttons, he chanced a look over his shoulder when Micah declared, 

“I know what to do!” But a mechanical beep of annoyance from the warmer took his attention and sent his pulse hammering in rhythm with the babies’ cries. Failure loomed over him like a towering tidal wave, his throat sticky with stress and hyperventilation. As his vision started to turn white at the edges, Bucky didn’t notice the activity behind him: Micah explaining the plan, Elaine leading Jeremy and Sera to move the big blue chair, Natalie running to the art supplies, and Chad and Heidi leaning over the babies.

Little hands grabbing at his arms knocked Bucky off his pins, the second bottle clattering from his hand. He almost took the blue chair down with him when Elaine and Jeremy tugged him into it, wooden feet groaning an inch or two across the floor in protest. Sera tossed the blankets previously covering the twins across his legs. Natalie appeared at his right, wobbling on a step stool and brandishing a pair of rounded safety scissors while Chad and Heidi clutched the screaming babies against their bodies.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Barnes! This won’t hurt a bit!”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. The fact that there are now ten holes ripped into the arms of the big blue chair is immaterial.

Before Bucky could even free up a brain cell to respond, Micah grabbed the left side of his tshirt and pulled it taut, and Natalie sliced a cut from nipple to nipple like she ninja’d her way through toddler tap dance class. Micah then yanked the gap wide, and Chad and Heidi plunked the babies against his bare chest.

“There!” Micah and Chad chimed out victoriously. Bucky didn’t know what ‘there’ was. Or where. He was thoroughly occupied with maneuvering the two squalling, still very tiny babies against him.

“Son of a bitch!” he ground out.

“MIS-ter Barnes! You can’t use bad language words!” Heidi clapped her hands over the closest baby’s ears, glaring ferociously at him. Deaf to her scolding, Bucky yelped when Ruth’s face slid into his armpit and Joey slipped head-first towards the side.  Sighing with exasperation, Chad climbed up to the left arm and clapped his hands on Bucky’s face.

“Listen. Calm down. You’re giving off all your bad alpha smells and freakin’ ‘em out!”

“Deep breaths, Mr. Barnes!” The little pups started coaching the Avenger, breathing in and out exaggeratedly until he followed their lead. Gradually, he noticed the scent of gunsmoke choking the air, causing more than one wrinkled pup nose. He forced himself to relax, his left arm chinking slightly as the plates shifted.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered to himself. Elaine’s head bonked him on the chin as she tugged Joey back into place, the baby flopping like a bobblehead before she climbed down to sit on the floor.

“Nobody knows what to do with kids, Mr. Barnes.”

Finally manuevering Ruth into place, Bucky tried to pay attention. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yup. My mama tells us all the time. ‘What the hell am I gonna do with you?’” Elaine quoted solemnly.

Jeremy nodded in agreement. “My daddy says parenthood is the toughest hood he’s ever been in. But I don’t know about that ‘cuz I never see him wear a hood, he only wears a ball cap.”

Both babies now lay cautiously secured in his hold. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off them as they still fussed and grizzled unhappily.

“Now what?”

Chad joined the little band crisscrossed-applesauced in front of Bucky. “The two p’s.” The little guy nodded as if to tell him to get busy. Like he wasn’t speaking in a foreign language at all.

“Which two p’s?”

Rolling his eyes and sharing a chagrined look with Elaine, Chad answered, “purr and pat. Bust out that legit purr and pat ‘em on their little hineys.” 

Bucky swallowed hard around the still-pounding pulse in his throat and tried to purr; the sound started croakily at best. But as his alpha settled into the calming action, Bucky felt his muscles relax a hair. His eyes closed as he let himself just be in the moment - the tip-tup dance of their heartbeats against his thrumming warm beneath them, the gentle herby lavender and spiced vanilla of their scents gradually lifting to thread with his rosemary and sandalwood. And gradually realized he nor the babies seemed about to immediately explode.

When he opened his eyes, he blinked at the bright grins waiting for him.

“Good job, Mr. Barnes!” Heidi crowed, clapping happily. Micah offered him a double thumbs up to go with Sera’s chef’s kiss, while the others offered him proud, smiling nods.

“Just need to figure out the pat, and you got this!” Chad encouraged. “They just needed that skin to skin time.”

Jeremy was nodding vehemently. “I helped my mom with that when she was conzausted.”

“What’s conzausted?” Natalie wanted to know.

“It’s when my mom gets really tired.”

“Oh. My dad must get conzausted, too. He says having all us kids is like having a blender with no lid.”

Sera perked up, eyes wide with an epiphany. “That must be why my mom cleans all the time!”

Bucky felt one of his calf muscles cramp up, and tried to relax a little more. Ruth and Joey dozed, happily nuzzling round cheeks and tiny noses into his warmth. Their sleepy little sounds tugged a half-smile onto his face. When Bucky stole his gaze to the daycare pups, Chad gave him a pleased head bob. Unbelievably relieved pride sent more calm into his belly, and Bucky let himself relax even more as the children’s candy-coated happy scents filled him. They whispered and murmured in hushed tones, eager to help with their newest friends and their Sergeant Alpha.

Suddenly, Steve came somersaulting shield first in the craft room window, glass shattering and scattering. Sam splintered open the front door to the tune of pups screaming - all nine of them as the babies were yanked from their nap. Weapons drawn, they both scrambled around the room.

“Bucky! I got your 911 text. Where’s the threat?”

Bucky’s omega is a reasonable woman. The fact that she nailed Sam with a baseball bat was blown entirely out of proportion. The other fact that she kicked Steve in the balls so hard he cried was not.

An hour later, the daycare pups were in the upstairs living quarters, happily munching on popcorn to go with an impromptu ‘Phineas and Ferb’ marathon. Nat and Clint had carted away the incapacitated Captain and Falcon while Tony’s bots worked on door and window replacement. Clint nearly required medical attention himself when he laughed so hard at the ‘conzausted’ Mrs. Barnes’ terrified omega rampage that he fell off the porch. Bucky had taken your scolding shamefacedly, although he truly had no memory of sending the text. Abject panic will do that to you.

As he cuddled the calmed and re-sleeping babies against his bare chest, his omega dozing beside him on the coach, and a pile of pups and pillows before him, Bucky knew he could do this.

He knew they could do this. Even without schedules, matrices, and schedules.

#shy vy writes #alpha!bucky #Alpha Bucky Barnes #alpha bucky x omega reader #a/b/o dynamics #marvel fanfic #the itty bitty babysitting brigade

[arthurtristankingsmen]

Merry Christmas from Phantom

//AAA I’m sorry for being so slow about posting this but it’s so cute and I love it thank you @phantoms-lair for writing this!!!

“Is it snowing?” Lewis asked, peering out the window of the van.

“It better not be, I don’t have snow tires on my girl.” Arthur growled, glaring at the small pieces of white fluff falling from the sky.

“It probably won’t stick, Arthur.” Vivi said logically. “It’s a shame it wasn’t a week earlier, we could have had a white Christmas.”

“Probably not. We are a bit farther in the mountains than Tempo.” Mystery pointed out. “There’s probably no snow in Tempo at all.”

Arthur grumbled some more as they pulled into the empty camping ground and parked in a carport by the Grand Lodge. It probably looked friendly and welcoming in the spring and summer, when it was full of life. But now, with the lack of power or any sign of life, it seemed foreboding.

They had been hired by the camp’s owner to deal with a haunting in the off-season before it opened. According to him, it was the ghost of an old woman that appeared at night, usually in the individual cabins. It was driving away customers and he wanted it taken care of before the campground opened in the spring.

“Let’s start with the cabins; light equipment first” Vivi jingled the key ring she’d been given. “Since that’s where the ghost normally shows. If one looks promising, we can camp there tonight and set up the heavy duty equipment.”

“Was that a camping joke, or an accident?” Arthur asked as he rooted through a box labeled ‘Lewis-don’t touch’, pulling out random pieces of handheld equipment.

“And you’re sure they’re not going to pick up on me and we end up chasing our tails again?” Lewis asked.  

“Yes and no. I mean some on this stuff is going to pick up on you no matter what.” Case in point Arthur pulled out an EMF reader. “But I know what your frequency is, so I can ignore it when it shows up. Likewise the silent hill radio for picking up talking ghosts shouldn’t pick you up unless you purposefully try to use it to flirt with Vivi. Again.”

“It was cute.” Vivi stood on the edge of the van to give Lewis a kiss on his cheek, “but we’re on the clock so we have to be professional.”

“I’ll be the most professional ghost you every saw.” Lewis promised as he kissed her back.

“Get a room you two.” Arthur said jokingly, handing Vivi her share of the light equipment. “We’ve got the campground to ourselves, so you’ll have plenty to choose from.”

~

The individual cabins were small, consisting of one or two bedrooms, a bathroom, living room, and kitchen. None of them got a single blip on the equipment outside of Lewis.

“Well, the ghost is only supposed to come out at night, maybe there won’t be anything until then?” Vivi suggested, trying to keep her hopes up. She really hated dead end calls.

“Let’s head back to the Lodge.” Lewis suggested. “These cabins aren’t exactly built for cold weather habitation and if I remember from the description it has a fireplace.” It’s true the cold didn’t bother him anymore, but that wasn’t true of Vivi and Arthur, especially with his arm.

“Just let me set up a recorder here. Hopefully it will give us something.” Vivi set the last of the recorders from her bag.

“If we’re going to camp out in the Lodge, we might as well set up the major equipment there.” Arthur suggested. Given the cold, he’d rather not leave it in the van.

Despite Vivi’s earlier prediction, the snow was, in fact, sticking to the ground, an inch or two having already gathered by the time they made it back to the van. Vivi and Arthur hauled the equipment in while Lewis carried in the food they had brought.

The Grand Lodge was a large, imposing building. There was a check-in/information desk by the door leading to an open main room with couches and comfy chairs around a fireplace, while pictures of different summertime activities such as hiking, canoeing, and fishing were plastered all over the walls. There was a kitchen and dining area off to the side and a staircase leading upstairs, which they had been told was employee quarters and storage.

“There are some non-perishables in the kitchen,” Mystery reported. “We might be stuck here longer than anticipated with the snow actually sticking.”

“Snowed in at a haunted campground. We’re stuck in a horror movie.” Arthur rolled his eyes. “Allegedly haunted. We’ve yet to see any sign of anything other than us here.” Mystery reminded him.

“Don’t remind me.” Vivi huffed as she started a fire with the wood stacked to the side of the fireplace. “I really hope we didn’t come all the way up here for nothing.”

“That’s the job sometimes.” Mystery said pragmatically, curled up by the fire. “We have food, heat, and good company. Worst case scenario it should be quite a relaxing vacation.”

~

The night was passing with relevant silence. None of the equipment so much as chirped, and Arthur and Vivi fell asleep on the sofas, Lewis and Mystery keeping watch on both the equipment and the fireplace.

“I’m going to grab some more wood from outside,” Lewis volunteered as he saw the flames shrink. At Mystery’s small woof of acknowledgment he got up and floated outside. Thankfully the firewood was under an overhang, keeping it free of the dampness of the snow.  He had grabbed several pieces of wood when he heard a voice behind him.

“You are already past my judgement.”

Lewis whirled around and saw and haggard old woman dressed in white. Though she stood in the snow, it was undisturbed around her. “Are you the ghost we were told about?”

The woman gave him a sour look, then vanished.

“GUYS, I FOUND THE GHOST!” Lewis called out. Mystery was by his side in a moment, Arthur sleepily following him. “Where is she?” Mystery asked sharply.

“Gone. She was standing right there.” Lewis pointed. “An old woman like we were told. She was dressed in ragged robes and seemed to have one leg deformed. At least it looked bigger than the other.”

“None’a tha ‘quipment went off.” Arthur muttered, still waking up. “Shoulda picked up a ghost that close.”

“I saw her.” Lewis said with some heat in his voice.

“We’re not doubting that.” Mystery scolded, “But if the figure you saw didn’t set off the ghost hunting equipment than it’s possible she’s something other than a ghost. We do exist you know.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lewis’s hair flickered in embarrassment. He was still working on not flying off the handle as easily, but it was hard. “Wait, where’s Vivi?”

“Probably still inside. You know how deeply she sleeps.” Mystery reminded him.

“The woman said something about me being beyond her judgement. If she’s here to judge us…” Even as the thought formed, Lewis dropped the firewood  and went through the wall, something he normally was loath to do. His golden heart let out a pulse as he saw the old woman leaning over Vivi.

“NO!” He cried out, his hair and fist igniting. A blast of flame shot towards the old woman, but she dodged it, letting it fly past and explode in the fireplace. She gave him another sour look and vanished.

“What was that!” Vivi shot up at the sound of the explosion. She blinked the sleep from her eyes as she tried to focus, mostly on the now blackened and charred fireplace. “What’s wrong, Lew?”

“Oh thank God.” Lewis grabbed her in a hug. “You’re okay.”

“Is she alright?” Mystery ran in, all seven tails flowing behind him, Arthur at his heels.

“What’s going on? Why wouldn’t I be?” Vivi looked around.

“She was standing over you when I came in.” Lewis explained, not letting up his grip.

“She…? The ghost? The Ghost was here!” Vivi pulled back, wide awake. As she did so something fell off the sofa and clattered on the floor. “What was that?” Vivi reached down and picked up the small silver object. It was a coin with a handprint on one side and a symbol on the other that looked sort of like a cross with dots, either that or four stick figure people joined in the middle. “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t here when I went to sleep.”

“It’s a Heller, an old Germanic coin.” Mystery said, puzzled. “I don’t think those ones have been in use since since the thirteenth century. But why would…unless…but that makes no sense. Why would she be here of all places?”

“She? You know who our not-ghost is?” Arthur asked.

“Frau Perchta, the Christmas Witch. It fits. An old woman with one foot larger than the other, who visits homes during the twelve days of Christmas and leaves a silver coin by the bedside of those who are good.”

“That sounds like what I saw,” Lewis agreed. “So nothing to worry about?”

“As long as you’ve been good.” Mystery said dryly. “If you’ve been bad, she removes your entrails and replaces them with rocks and garbage.”

Arthur paled.

“But what I can’t figure out is why she’s here. If anywhere she should be appearing in Central Europe.”

“Maybe it’s not her.” Arthur said quickly. “The owner said the ghost appeared in summer, that’s out of season for a Christmas witch.”

“There is something not right about all of this.” Mystery’s tails twitched anxiously.

Vivi took a deep breath. “You’re right. Too many things both point to Frau Perchta and don’t add up. We need to search this Lodge.”

“Because by telling us to focus on the cabins it lowered the chances of us going through here with a fine-toothed comb.” Arthur picked up on what Vivi was saying. “This is a set up. What’s the play, Vi?”

“We don’t split up.” She said straight off. “We search this place from top to bottom with our flashlights. Lewis and Mystery, I need you guys at the ready.”

Mystery nodded and Lewis snapped his fingers, a flash of violet flame coming off them.

She nodded back. “Arthur you okay?”

He snapped to attention. “Yeah, I’m good, just don’t like, well, anything about this,” He shrugged awkwardly. “No power, freak snow storm, a possible set up, and a judgy witch. Not a good combo.”

“You’re not wrong.” Vivi snapped her flashlight on. “Let’s go.”

~

“Well, any doubt that this was a set up is out the window,” Vivi growled. Her flashlight was trained on a corner of the attic with two ritual circles. “That one was for Frau Perchta and that one looks like weather manipulation. I’m guessing that’s the cause of the snow.”

“It’s a simple circle, so the snow shouldn’t be that hard to get rid of, though we will have to wait for enough to melt so we can drive safely.” Mystery observed. “The one for Frau Perchta, concerns me, though. It’s certainly meant to bring her here, but undoing it wouldn’t necessarily make her leave.”

“Except why?” Lewis’s hair flickered more. “What does he gain, trapping us in here with the  female fusion of Santa and Krampus? This reeks of a murder attempt, except for the summoning of a spirit that isn’t evil and would only kill us if we were.”

“She still kills people.” Arthur reminded them. “And given the normal subjects of Christmas entities, she kills children. That sounds pretty evil.”

“I believe she’s technically considered neutral. She’s merely the judge, whether you fall under good or bad in on you.” Mystery supplied. “Which is why he selected her. Summoning a judge tends to be less costly and prone to backfire than summoning something openly malevolent.”

“Okay, but why would he think we were bad enough to fail her judgement?” Vivi mused, “The way this is set up it seems like he found it a foregone conclusion. Why would he think we were that bad?”

“Not necessarily bad, but perhaps lazy? That is one thing, according to legends, that Frau Perchta cannot abide.”

“Lazy?” Vivi sounded more than a little offended.

Arthur facepalmed. “Are you telling he was sure she was going to kill us because of the ‘Lazy Millennial’ Trope?”

“Paranormal Investigator isn’t exactly seen as a legitimate career, usually as a scam.” Lewis allowed. “And we don’t exactly advertise that we have second jobs.”

“Well, Frau Perchta isn’t going to kill us, so I guess we just disable the weather circle, wait till we can leave, and then have a long, possibly violent, talk with the guy who hired us.” Vivi thumped her hands together for emphasis.

Easy for you to say. thought Arthur. Vivi hadn’t murdered her best friend that year. He knew if he voiced it out loud, they’d deny it. Say it hadn’t been his fault, that he wasn’t to blame. But if he couldn’t believe that, how could he expect Frau Perchta to? How could he expect mercy from someone who disemboweled children? (And frankly, if this was his fate, he thought he’d rather die from one of Lewis’s rage explosions than from being gutted and stuffed with garbage.) Was this like a final destination thing where he didn’t die when he was supposed to, so now he was going to die in a worse way?

“Arthur?” He jumped as Lewis put a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay when we get out of here.” Arthur shuddered. “I don’t feel good about staying here.”

“Then we’re gone,” Lewis said. “Let’s get rid of the circles and we’re out of here.”

“How?” Vivi asked. “It’s not safe to drive.”

“We’re not going to drive, we’re going to fly.” Lewis said with conviction. “I know you don’t like me ‘ghosting up’ the van but-”

“Given the circumstances, Lew, you can go full dekotora on the van and I won’t say a word.” Arthur promised. “We should probably pick up the recorders from the cabins.”

“We can bill him for the replacements after we kick his ass.” Vivi growled. She took the weather circle and Mystery took the one summoning Frau Perchta.

They did pack up the bigger equipment they had brought in, though, and carried it out to the van. Vivi slid in the back with Mystery, letting Arthur sit up front with Lewis. It was an unspoken arrangement, but as Arthur was clearly uncomfortable they moved to be able to protect him as much as they could.

“You ready?” Lewis asked, rubbing his hands together.

“Let’s get out of here,” Arthur agreed.

Lewis grabbed the wheel, channeling his power through it. He was half tempted to take Arthur up on  his permission to dekotora up the van, but decided to restrain himself. (He did miss Rooster’s truck, but he obviously couldn’t keep it). The violet flame spread over the vehicle, transforming as it was infused with Lewis’s soul.

Vivi made a happy little noise as she watched it happen. She loved seeing Lewis flex his powers. He really was amazing.

When the van finished changing from yellow to black and magenta Lewis floored the gas. Arthur grabbed the handle on the door and Vivi squealed with delight as the van blasted forward, ignoring the snow completely.

Arthur let himself relax. Admittedly he was a bit nervous, after all the last time Lewis had done this with a vehicle he had been trying to kill him. But it wasn’t so bad on this side of things. It felt like being in the van was like being surrounded by Lewis, and that wasn’t scary at all.

~

De-ghosting the van was a bit harder for Lewis than ghosting it, but he knew they couldn’t drive through a populated area in a semi-possessed vehicle. At least the snow was completely absent about a mile out of the campgrounds. “Home or client visit?”

“Client visit.” Vivi answered grimly. “He’ll think we’re trapped, so he won’t be expecting us.”

“Got it,” Lewis adjusted his direction. “Look, I know I’m the last one who gets to say this, but remember, killing him is off the table.”

“Oh, I don’t want him dead,” Vivi said faux-sweetly. “That won’t make him suffer enough.”

It took a few hours before they reached the outskirts of the town, and by that time the sun was beginning to come up. Arthur could feel the lack of sleep starting to catch up to him a bit, but he’d fought off worse exhaustion than this and he did not want to sleep until the case was done. It didn’t prevent the nightmares completely, but it did cut down on them, not having something he was actively worried about.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones looking for him,” Lewis commented as they got closer to the client’s house. There were several, rather familiar flashing lights. Lewis manifested his sunglasses quickly, as it became quickly apparent the police cars were parked outside the very house they were looking for.

“Hey, I know that guy.” Vivi leaned forward to see a dark haired man talking with the police. “That’s Jerard Jansson. He runs a tourist service that focuses on haunted locations.”

“Sleazy?” Arthur asked.

“No, pretty on the level. Does his research and is pretty respectful of the sites. Doesn’t let the tourists mess with them either.”

Lewis parked the car and one of the officers flagged him down. “Sir, do you live in the area?”

“No, we had business with the guy who lived there,” Lewis pointed to the building now blocked off with crime scene tape. “He hired us to investigate the ghost of an old woman haunting his campground, and tried to get us killed.”

“An old woman? Mr. Jansson said it was the ghost of three youths- Wait, did you say Mr. Hammond tried to kill you?”

“We were supposed to stay overnight and there was no power, so we needed to keep the fireplace going to keep warm.” Arthur cut in, knowing Lewis wouldn’t have a lie ready and they couldn’t mention Frau Perchta. “I think one of the logs was treated with something explosive. Detonated in the fireplace.”

The officer muttered something under his breath that had Mystery’s ears perking up. “We’ll have someone check it out. We’re going to send you to the station to get a statement. Do you know anyone else who had dealings with Hammond?”

“No, I recognize Jerard Jansson, but didn’t know he had any business with Hammond.” Vivi wanted to be as up-front as possible with the police, supernatural aside. The officer took their information (and license plate number) before sending them on their way.

“We were meant to be the ghosts.” Vivi said quietly as they drove away. “He preemptively hired Jerard to try to get his ‘haunted’ campsite on the tour to drive up business. Then he hired us to investigate the ‘ghost of the old woman’ and get killed by Frau Perchta and become the ghosts.” She shook her head. “But Jerard does his research. I bet he figured out there were no ghost stories tied to the campground before.”

“Well, I’m still the only ghost on the team, so he failed.” Lewis was trying to sound reassuring, but couldn’t keep the concern out of his voice, or flames from flickering off his hair. It was a good thing they had practice with Mystery keeping an illusion over him during interviews and meetings, as this promised to be less than relaxing.

“He didn’t get away with it, at the very least.” Mystery mused. “His plan backfired completely. When you said he’d tried to kill you, he was muttering about Hammond being garbage before, ‘he was full of it’. I imagine Frau Perchta was not pleased by being used as a murder weapon.” He turned to Arthur. “Quick thinking with the exploding log.”

Arthur shrugged, “I was trying to think up a way to explain the fireplace Lewis exploded on the way here. And the guy did try to kill us.”

“He got what he deserved.” Lewis growled.

~

By the time Arthur got home, he was beyond exhausted. They’d been questioned, but honestly hadn’t known anything much about Hammond other than that he was their client, owned the campground, etc. They had told the police about the magic circles. Between that, and hiring them and Jerard, indicated Hammond was into some occult shit, but nothing really pointed to what had happened.

Arthur didn’t bother changing as he collapsed in his bed. He drifted off into an uneasy sleep almost immediately, his mind playing over past events. The time before the cave, the mansion, Lewis confronting him, learning the truth of what happened, Shiromori— everything.

Arthur’s eyes snapped open. He couldn’t even scream as he saw the haggard face of Frau Perchta bent above his. She raised a hand with claw-like nails above him and Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the end.

Instead he heard a small pap next to him. He risked glancing out of the corner of his eyes and saw a silver heller coin next to his head,

“Why?” He asked without thinking. “How could I be good? I murdered my best friend.”

Frau Perchta looked right through him for a moment. “No,” she said in a raspy German accent. “You didn’t. You worked very hard, even with every excuse not to, and were not responsible for anyone’s misfortune, much less death.” She lifted her hand again, the same hand that had killed their client, and patted him on the head.

Then she was gone, leaving Arthur alone in his room, with only a single coin as a testament to it having happened at all.

Arthur picked it up tentatively. He didn’t know how much the ancient coin was worth monetarily. But it was a gift from a neutral entity, someone who had no reason to give him a pass, saying that he was innocent. Nothing would induce him to part with it, for that alone.

He lay back down, coin clenched in his good hand, and sleep forgotten completely. He wasn’t sure he truly believed he wasn’t to blame for the cave. But this was certainly a point in favor of that.

~~~~~

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I’m screaming because I decided to combine these two requests and it ended up longer and more convoluted than expected BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AAA @chiimei @anonymous Thank you for sending them in! c:

From the prompt list (x) || Ao3 link (x)

It wasn’t the first time he’d thrown himself in the line of fire to protect her, and while Ladybug was always grateful to have someone always looking out for her, she couldn’t help but worry that one day irreparable damage would be done to him and she would be without her partner.

Chat Noir was reckless and often in peril, and most of the time it was because he was covering for her in one way or another. As years of their partnership went on, her fear of losing him built up over time. The only thing she could do was build a dam over the river that was her feelings on the matter, because she knew Chat Noir only wanted to protect her, and she couldn’t fault him for that.  

Today’s akuma attack, where she actually saw a sword go through her partner’s stomach, broke that dam in one fell swoop.

It all spilled out and she completely freaked out, and when Marinette freaked out she lost sight of everything and anything in her immediate vicinity, and it was by sheer luck that she had her freak-out in a completely secluded area with only Chat Noir as witness.

“Why do you have to be so—so—AUGH!” Ladybug screeched, her arms thrown up in the air. She paced back and forth in the small space of the alleyway, Chat Noir standing stiffly in a corner with his ears drooped down and his tail between his legs. “I could’ve taken care of my own damn self, but no, you just had to be the hero and get yourself stabbed—”

“Ladybug—”

“You shut your mouth, cat, I’m not done with you.”

“No, but your Miraculous—” Chat Noir tried again, weakly indicating at her ears.

“Who cares?!” she huffed, waving her hands dismissively. There was a vague beeping sound, but right now she was focused on chewing this black cat out because she has had enough.

Ladybug has had enough of him disregarding his safety for her own.

She has had enough of watching him get hurt.

She has had enough of seeing him almost die almost every other akuma attack.

She has had enough of all this happening because he couldn’t think of preserving himself over her.

She has had enough of facing the threat of losing the one person that mattered the most to her.

Chat Noir’s eyes went wide, and it took her a few moments to realize that she’d ranted all of that out loud. When his cheeks went pink, it was also then that she realized the implications of what she’d accidentally blurted out.

Did she really think of Chat Noir as the one person that mattered most to her? Because that didn’t make sense. That spot was for Adrien Agreste, the love of her life.

And yet. And yet, at the back of her mind, she vaguely realized that over the years, she’d begun to consider Chat Noir as someone more than just a partner and friend. If she were being totally honest, if someone asked her who she wouldn’t be able to live without, her answer would definitely be Chat Noir.

No, but wouldn’t that mean, that her feelings for Chat were…

“What did you just say?” Chat gasped out, thankfully interrupting her train of thought, and he looked like he was about to burst. He looked like he’d ascended to heaven. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming and you really just said—”

“I said nothing,” Ladybug borderline screeched, arms out in front of her defensively, “I wasn’t saying anything that meant anything, and I certainly wasn’t saying I love—”

“Love?!” he squealed, almost bouncing as his hands clasped in front of him.

“No, no!” She backed away now, and her Miraculous beeped again. This time, she heeded it as a welcome distraction and excuse to escape, so she pulled out her yo-yo and swung as fast as she could back to her home.

“Ladybug, wait!”

Maybe it was a bit too much to assume that she could just leave Chat Noir behind after everything she’d just said and not expect him to follow her.

She realized this all too late as she stood on her balcony, her Miraculous beeping its last in conjunction with the sound of Chat Noir’s boots thudding against the railing behind her.

There was only a bit of silence before the magic gave out and Marinette stood in Ladybug’s place, her back to Chat Noir. She dipped her head into her chest, suddenly feeling naked and exposed. Tikki landed softly in her hands, her little face apologetic.

“Ladybug?” Chat Noir said quietly, his voice shaky.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly spun around, because the tension was killing her and she might as well get it over with. Wasn’t Chat so lucky today? He got to hear her blurt out that he was her most important person, and now he was also going home with the knowledge of her true identity.

“Hi,” she said simply, with a wave of her hand, “I’m Marinette, and this—” she held up the hand holding Tikki “—is my kwami, Tikki.”

Chat Noir stood stock still on her balcony railing, eyes wide and dilated. “Ma…Mari…Ma…”

“Nice to meet you, Chat Noir,” Tikki said casually. “I’m gonna go now so you can both sort this out.” Then she flew off from Marinette’s hand and phased through the floor. Marinette glared at the spot where Tikki disappeared, feeling betrayed.

“You,” Chat croaked out, sliding down from her railing weakly, “you’re Marinette.”

“Yeah, I did just say that,” Marinette confirmed, trying to sound calm.

“You’re Marinette!”

“Yes and you don’t need to shout.”

“But you’re Marinette!” Chat exclaimed happily and she squeaked as he grabbed her around the waist and spun her around.

“Chat, put me down!”

“You’re my Lady, you’re my princess!”

“Chat, I swear—”

Suddenly he stopped spinning her and looked her in the eye. “You love me,” he stated, eyes wide and staring at her.

Marinette jolted and felt her face heat up. She pushed against his chest and pointed her face away from him. “No, I didn’t say—”

He leaned in closer, a grin spreading across his face, “I know what I heard, my Lady. I’m ‘the one person that mattered most to you’, was it?”

“Agh!” she yelped in mortification and palmed his face away. She bolted for her trapdoor and all but threw herself onto her bed below. “Uuugh.” What was even her life right now?

Smirking the most irritating smirk she’d ever seen, Chat Noir lowered himself from her trapdoor and casually perched next to her. “You left your door open, my Lady.”

She flumped back against her mattress, groaning again at the sight of him. She put her hands to her face, blocking out the view of his annoyingly handsome (she can’t deny it anymore) one.

“I hate you,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by her hands, “Go away, you mangy cat.” She blindly kicked a leg in his general direction. Going by his chuckle, it was safe to assume that she missed.

“That’s a weird way to say ‘I love you’,” he simpered, and she heard him shifting closer to her. She felt his gloved hands wrap around her wrists, his breath hot against the back of her hands.

“Don’t,” she snapped back, “just don’t.”

“But Princess,” he whined dramatically. His lips brushed against her knuckles, and she couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down her spine at the contact. Another chuckle from him indicated that he knew the effect he had on her just now.

Ugh, this stupid cat!

“You were about to tell me something really nice out there,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her hands further, and eliciting another shiver from her. He gently pulled her wrists apart, pressing his face in between them, trying to get a peek at her.

“No, I wasn’t,” she protested weakly. He was too close—way too close, and she was so not ready for whatever this was.

It wasn’t like she disliked it, but she’d only just discovered she actually did like Chat Noir after all. In that way. Less than five minutes ago. After a particularly nasty akuma attack where she’d almost lost him—again.

Marinette tried to prevent the squeal that bubbled up in her throat when she felt him shift even closer to her, his legs pressing against either side of hers. He was straddling her. Chat freaking Noir was straddling her! This cheeky little—

Her thoughts skidded to a stop when he managed to pull her hands from her face, and she shut her eyes because she couldn’t look at him at the moment. She wasn’t sure what she’d end up doing. Possibly punch him. Or kiss him. Or both, somehow. She could punch him with her mouth, maybe. That was a thing, right?

Chat Noir touched his forehead to hers and bumped her nose with his, and she could feel the happiness just radiating off of him. “My Lady,” he murmured, almost like a sigh and another shiver went down her spine at the sheer reverence in his voice.

His breath ghosted against her lips and—oh god oh god he was going to kiss her, wasn’t he? Oh god—she kept her eyes squeezed shut because she didn’t know what to do and she was frozen with anticipation and nervousness and he had her wrists in his hands and—oh god, his breath smelled so minty—where the heck was Tikki?!—he was so close, so close—

“Marinette.” Her name sounded like it spilled over from deep inside of him, and suddenly his lips were on hers and their breaths were mixing and her heart was thundering so loudly and when had he gotten so close? His chest was against hers, their fingers intertwined, their legs wrapped around each other’s… and oh my god was that his tongue?

She was on fire—she was going to burst, burst, burst—

“Girl, you won’t believe what I—holy sh—”

And just like that, the spell was broken. Chat yelped at the interruption and practically leapt off her. He ended up smacking his head into the ceiling, landing sideways onto her loft railing, and falling over to the floor below. Alya, the cause of the interruption, let out a series of unintelligible squeals that sounded vaguely like expletives as she flailed and pointed at her and Chat Noir and back again.

To make matters worse, all the noise seemed to have attracted the attention of her parents, who peeked through her trapdoor and blinked confusedly at Chat Noir groaning in pain on her bedroom floor and Alya squealing and flailing like a maniac.

“Marinette, what’s going on?” her mother asked meekly, eyes watching the situation warily.

Marinette, completely overwhelmed, did the one thing that made the most sense at the moment.

She screamed.

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#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ladynoir #marichat #i'm still incapable of writing shorter things maybe #or i just end up expanding everything cuz i'm a lunatic #anyway yay #i hope this request was fulfilled to your satisfaction #also i couldnt help that ending #i just couldnt #i just love that trope so much #im so sorry #lai writes #also this is unedited so ill come back and edit it later #might be slightly sinful maybe

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Skin - 6. Visitors

Word Count: 2 954

“Yumi, I have a question.” I was in the middle of doing some of my homework when Chanyeol knocked on the door of my room and let himself in.

“Yes, you can come in.” I turned on the chair and gave him a fed up look.

“Sorry, so can I ask?” He had that look that says, I want something from you that you probably won’t like but I really hope you will comply. I wonder what it’s gonna be this time. It’s been like three weeks since he moved in and he’s already made me do more things than I had done in a lifetime. From occasional walks with Toben to making me run for reason other than preserving my life to stepping in a gym for the first time ever and exercising outside of PE classes to climbing an artificial wall to visiting kids in the hospital to forcing me to go shopping with him and Baekhyun… Basically making me sweat my ass off either due to too much physical movement or stressing me out, most likely both. And those are just a few things of the list. From time to time he still asks for cuddles and shit making me shudder every time. After he finally moves out I’m gonna need at least a week in the spa.

“So what is it?” I readied myself for something ridiculous like his idea to go to the amusement park he had few days ago…We ended up going anyway, because he wouldn’t stop nagging. So I had to survive my personal hell and make my way through crowds of people without getting touched somehow. Proved to be impossible and I almost died but I tried my best.

“Would it be a problem if some of my friends came over for a weekend?” He innocently smiled at me.

“Which weekend?” I asked suspiciously narrowing my eyes. It’s Friday. If he says this weekend I’m gonna throw him out of the window.

“Uhm, this…weekend.” He almost whispered.

“Are you kidding me?! It’s literally tomorrow.” I yelped. That idiot definitely knew sooner.

“So~ is there a problem?” he asked as if nothing was wrong.

“Duh?” I exclaimed.

“Cause I have kinda already told them they could come over.” I knew it. I knew it. I fucking knew it.

“Aaargh, Chanyeol, are you for real?” I was frustrated. At this point, I’m convinced he’s doing it on purpose. Pushing my limits to see how much more he can get away with.

“Sorryyyy… But it’s not like I have to ask you, right? I could have just let them in without you knowing cos I live here just like you do.” He said with a conspiring smile. You shithead, who lives here longer, you or me? Not that it gives me more rights but still… “Maybe you’ll make some friends among them.” He tried to make the idea more interesting to me.

“Dude, I don’t even want to be friends with you. Why should I make friends with your friends?” I said coldly. If they are anything like Baekhyun, I’m hanging myself.

“Ouch, that hurt.” He put his hand over his chest.

“Whatever, if they are coming over let’s clean up a bit at least so they don’t think we live in a barn.” I stood up. Chanyeol’s face brightened up with victory. I rolled my eyes and went out of my room with Chanyeol behind me.

“Just so you know, I consider us friends so there is no escaping it anymore. You have place in my life forever and beyond.” He put his arm around my shoulders which I immediately pushed away. However, I couldn’t stop a small snort from escaping which caused Chanyeol to smirk at me. This is going to be a loooong weekend.

Why is it that with Chanyeol living here majority of my days I’m woken by loud noises? What the hell did he break this time? I stared at the ceiling, coming up with ways to kill him and get rid of the body.

“Idiots, I told you to get the fuck out of the kitchen!” Someone raised their voice.

“Huh?” I looked at the door. That definitely wasn’t Chanyeol and even if it was him who would he be yelling at? Don’t tell me they are already here. It’s not even noon yet. I let out an exasperated sigh and got up. I changed into something socially acceptable and left the room. As soon as I set foot in the living room six pairs of eyes landed on me. Didn’t he say SOME of his friends?

“Hey, Yumi!” Baekhyun waved at me with a grin on his face.

“Uh, you again?” I scoffed. Baekhyun’s grin fell as others chuckled at him. “Where’s Chanyeol?” I asked looking around for him.

“Having a shower. He’ll be out in a bit.” Baekhyun answered. I grumbled a little and went check up on the kitchen because of the earlier.

“What the fuck? How many more of you is here?” Two guys where moving around the kitchen cooking something. Then I noticed colorful shards on the counter. “Aww. That was my favorite mug.” I whined. Which idiot dared to break it?!

“Sorry, about that. Junmyeon can be really clumsy sometimes.” A tall boy gave me an apologizing look. “I’m Jongin, by the way.” He stick out his hand. I stared at it for a bit then carefully reached out and gave it a brief shake.

“Yumi.” Another ridiculously tall guy that has look like innocent baby. Is this some kind of new fashion or something?

“And this is Kyungsoo.” Jongin introduced a smaller guy wearing my purple apron completely focused on cooking.

“Nice to meet you, Yumi.” He lifted his hand in greeting still focused on the food.

“Oh, Yumi, you’re up?” Chanyeol entered the kitchen wearing only boxers rubbing his hair with a towel. Does that even surprise you, midget? I looked at the two stand-byers then at Chanyeol.

“Can we talk somewhere less crowded?” I fakely smiled.

“Sure.” We went through the living room to his room.

“Chanyeol, can’t you put some clothes on? You have a lady living with you.” One of the guys on the couch scolded Chanyeol.

“She’s seen me naked anyway, Junmyeon, so why bother.” I face-palmed myself. You idiot.

“What?!” All six of them were shocked. Chanyeol just stared at them with big eyes in confusion.

“I mean I know she kissed you but I didn’t think you would jump on it so quickly. You of all people.” Baekhyun shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell me anyway?”

“What are you talking about?” “It’s not what it sounds like.” Chanyeol and I said at the same time.

“So you didn’t have sex?” One of them bluntly asked.

“Yixing!” The guy named Junmyeon smacked him across the neck.

“What?” Yixing mouthed to him. Everyone watched us with an anticipation. Chanyeol’s ears and face started to burn red.

“Of course not, what the hell, guys?” I frowned at them and despite knowing it would hurt I pushed frozen Chanyeol into his room to escape. “Good grief. Why didn’t you tell me there would be so many of them? It’s like I walked into the wrong restroom all over again.” I closed the door behind us.

“You were on the men’s toilettes?” Is this really the first thing you say after freezing over sex being mentioned?

“Yes, but that’s not important right now. Why are they already here?” I confronted him in a low voice.

“Well, it’s Saturday so they’re here.” He said as if it was obvious.

“No shit. But why so soon?” I snapped at him.

“We agreed to have lunch together and Soo offered to cook so they showed up at once.” My eyes slowly fell from his face as he spoke. That’s not a bad view, actually. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before but this time they are close and staring back at me. “Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all.” I mumbled while staring at his chest in front of me.

“Yumi, are you okay?” He peeked into my face.

“Eh? Yeah, hundred percent.” I shook my head trying to hide my embarrassment. “I’m gonna go take a shower so take care of your guests ‘cause I don’t want another of my things broken.” I reached for the doorknob. “And for Christ’s sake put some goddamned T-shirt on.” I walked out in a hurry.

“Where you making out again or what took you so long?” Baekhyun mocked me as I walked by. The picture of Chanyeol’s ripped body crept up into my mind. Oh, God, no! I just gave Baekhyun a dirty look and closed myself in the bathroom.

I was getting ready for the shower when I spotted a huge spider crawling on the wall right in front of my face. I instinctively let out a scream and backed away from it. Right after, the door burst open and nine guys were staring at me squeezed together to see through the door frame.

“Aaa…” I screamed again and covered my bare chest with hands. Luckily, I was still wearing panties at least.

“What happened?” Chanyeol was at the front concerned about my well-being while his eyes wondered everywhere except me. Meanwhile Baekhyun, Yixing and two others whose names I still don’t know were staring at my chest and the others politely tried to keep their eyes on my face.

“There’s a fucking spider! So please, kill it.” I whined and nodded with my head to the wall, ignoring all the eyes.

“Spider?! Minseok, please save me!” Baekhyun was being dramatic and threw himself on a smaller guy next to him. Chanyeol then took off his slipper, stepped over the door and killed that disgusting thing.

“Isn’t something burning in here?” Junmyeon asked. We all sniffed the air to smell faint burning aroma.

“Shit, the stew!” Kyungsoo ran away and Jongin followed him. The rest of them stayed at the door, still staring at me.

“What are you still doing here?! Get out!” I shouted at them. Jesus, I will sue them for harassment.

“Uhm, what about the door?” Chanyeol scratched his neck.

“Just pick it up and put it against the wall. We’ll call someone to come and fix it on Monday.” I said in a resignation. “Now get out and make sure no one comes inside.” Chanyeol left and I let out a sigh. There just isn’t a day in this household that goes by without a hitch.

 We were watching Ready Player One while eating Kyungsoo’s slightly burnt creation, hurled around the room since all of us couldn’t fit in the kitchen and when I wanted to stay there and eat alone I got a backlash from all of them, especially Chanyeol because “he’s already used to eating with me and doesn’t want me to feel separated and lonely”. So I ended up sitting on the floor between Chanyeol’s and Jongin’s legs, eating from a coffee table.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Baek exclaimed. “Yumi, I want a rematch.” He smirked at me.

“Ha?” I looked at him puzzled accidentally sprinkling the sauce on myself.

“I know you were the one that’s beaten me the other day. Chanyeol told me.” He said all-knowingly.

“What the hell?!” I punched Chanyeol’s calf feeling betrayed.

“Ou.” He bent over and rubbed his leg.

“Why, you idiot?!” I looked into his face which was now next to mine.

“I felt bad about lying to him.” He mewled with sad expression.

“Argh, you are such a moron. What are you? Five?” I snarled.

“Well, mentally he’s probably not older than three.” The one Chanyeol later introduced as Sehun answered. Chanyeol just watched me with puppy eyes. I let out a resigned sigh.

“Wait a second,” I slowly turned at Baekhyun after a sudden realization. “If he told you, then you must know we haven’t actually kissed.” I knitted my brows.

“Yep.” Baekhyun happily nodded.

“Then why the hell would you think we slept together?!” This boy, seriously.

“Well, a lot could have happened since then.” He just shrugged.

“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes.

“You do have a soft spot for Chanyeol, though.” Jongin stated knowingly, adding wood to the fire.

“Nope.” I promptly replied.

“Right, Jongin? I think so, too. I mean Yeolie always talks about how they do this and that together even though Yumi always resists at first.” Junmyeon agreed with him.

“What the…” Does he tell them every single thing that happens in his life?

“She’s like angsty Baekhyun. Instead of wriggling a tail at him like Baek does she scowls but lets him off the hook and does what he wants nevertheless.” Yixing compared me with Baek.

“Hey!” Baekhyun and I frowned at him.

“See what I mean?” They all started to chat amongst them about the topic that was obviously me. The only one who was uncharacteristically silent the whole time was Chanyeol. I turned to look at him wondering what’s up. He was just staring off into the space with a shy smile his ears and face playing in pinkish color.

“Hey, idiot.” I nudged his leg. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever or food poisoning? Was the stew too spicy or something?” He transferred his attention to me and his smile grew wider and bolder.

“I’m just happy.”

“Huh?” I rose an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t worry about it.” He lifted his arm and held it above my head but then he retreated with a look of realization. Was he about to pet me? Why did he stop then? I’m not complaining but this isn’t like him. Maybe he finally learned that I’m not to be touched. We were looking each other in the eyes, ignoring others talking. After he laid down his arm, the happy spark in his eyes changed. Even though he was still smiling something seemed to be bothering him and his eyes were dreary. Looking at him my chest started to feel heavy.

No, stop. It’s not your fault he’s like this. I turned away from him and stood up starting to clean up the dishes.

“I’ll help you.” Minseok offered and took some of the glasses helping me carry it to the kitchen.

“Just put it down there. I’ll load the dishwasher myself.” Instead of doing what I told him, Minseok opened the dishwasher and started to put the dishes in there.

“Stop, you are a guest.” I put a plate inside and tried to discourage Minseok.

“You know, Chanyeol’s a good guy.” He ignored me and talked about something else. “He may act childish and dumb at times but he’s actually clever and easily picks up on things.” Why is he telling me this? “He can be a bit naïve but that’s because he’s pure at heart.” I just watched Minseok as he did all the work and talked about Chanyeol. “You should give him a chance and I don’t mean it necessarily in a romantic way. I noticed you are keeping your distance from all of us if I must say. Never letting your guard down.” He closed the dishwasher. I just stared at him in awe. He’s known me for what, three hours maybe? “Do you want to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder, building walls around walls just to feel safe?” I couldn’t say anything to him. I just stood there frozen after he opened up a curtain and peeked in to my life.

And now he just casually walks out of the kitchen like nothing happened. Who the fuck are you, Minseok? My anxiety walking and talking or something? What does he know about me anyway? He just scratched the surface. Anyone with observation skills could do that…well, anyone with observation skills of Sherlock Holmes… He’s probably just trying to get his friend laid. I took a deep breath, disregarding Minseok’s speech and headed for my room to take a nap.

“Yo, Yumi, we’re going bowling.” Jongdae called out to me while they were getting ready to go out.

“Cool, have fun, bye.” I said in monotone and opened the door to my room.

“You’re coming with us.” Chanyeol swept away my farewells.

“Nah, thanks. See you later.” I waved at them. Maybe never.

“That wasn’t a question.” Baekhyun chuckled.

“We need you cuz we’re odd number.” Sehun informed me. I turned around at them.

“Then just make three teams of three.” Hardcore math, obviously.

“But then we would have to make a tournament and we don’t want to.” Jongdae opposed me. I rolled my eyes.

“Then call someone else to go with you. I want my afternoon nap.” I doubt they can possibly have a problem finding one more person, there is already nine of them for crying out loud. That’s more people than I actually talk to.

“C’mon, Yumi, come with us.” Chanyeol tried to convince me.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.” Minseok added. I looked at him and he gave me a meaningful glare reminding me of our conversation. Or better said his monologue.

“I’ll buy a whole cake that you like so much from that confectionary in the park.” Chanyeol bargained with me. I looked him in the eyes interested in the offer.

“A whole cake?” I asked curious.

“Yes.” He confirmed while grinning at me with sparkling eyes. I let out a resigned sigh knowing I let myself be dragged into his plans once again.

“Fine, but I want my cake.” I said firmly.

“The soft spot.” Jongin whispered to Kyungsoo and he smirked. I glared at them. I don’t have a soft spot for anyone and sure as hell not Chanyeol.

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[maturemenoftvandfilms]

YABBA DABBA DOOOO!

Featuring John Goodman

It's the summer of 2008 in New Orleans, Louisiana on my current make-up job, a movie called In the Electric Mist. It was a murder mystery starring Tommy Lee Jones. Jones is fine and dandy if I had to settle. But the real reason I took the job was a chance to get Ned Beatty, Pruitt Taylor Vince, James Gammon or if I'm really lucky, hot ass John Goodman in my chair. With a sex appeal as large as his girth, John's quite a big man, at 6'2" with broad shoulders and big fleshy tits to die for. He was playing one of the bad guys in the film and was sporting a goatee that made me want to fuck him like a caveman. YABBA DABBA DOOOO!! 

Too bad he’s sober, now, too. There goes my fantasy of stumbling across him drunk in a bar and “making sure he gets home safe.” I was transfixed by John's moobs since he did that pool scene. But I avoided him because of fear I might say the wrong thing. I’ve been obsessing about him since but sadly it’s been 2 weeks and I haven’t worked on any of them.

Today, I had more bad luck as my rental car wouldn't start, not even a click from the starter. I'm stranded! On top of that, my cell was dead and mostly everybody had left the set. While I'm looking under the hood, like I know what I'm doing, I heard someone coming from behind me. As I lean back and out of the corner of my eye, I could tell it was a man. A big man. As the man came into full view, I could see his big belly hanging down covered by a tucked in white, button up shirt. The buttons on his shirt were ready to pop open as they hold his belly and super nice daddy tits. My eyes open wide as I see the sweat run down his cleavage. Finally looking into his eyes, I saw it was John Goodman.

"Put you down did it?"

I could not even speak as he smiled at me so friendly and inviting. I felt as though he had been waiting for me.

"Yes Mr. Goodman, it won't turn over." I finally responded. "I would have called AAA, but my cell is dead." I added.

"Well, we're all staying at the same hotel. I'll give you a ride, and you can call AAA there if you like." He answered.

"Thanks Mr. Go..." He cut my sentence off and said, "Just call me John." 

"Pleased to meet you John, I'm Jimmy and I'm sure thankful for your help sir." I said.

As we drove along, he seemed kinda nervous or anxious and was looking over at me constantly. We started chatting about his career and a little about his wife and daughter. When he asked if I had anybody special in my life. I told him that I dated a little but never found anyone that I was interested in seriously. He laughed out loud when I told him I'd rather jack off than spend my paycheck on a Saturday night date. He told me that the past 20 years he and his wife had not had sex and that he jacked off twice a day some days. I could have sworn I caught his eyes sneaking a peek at my crotch more than once and at one point he crossed the yellow line looking too long. We finally pulled into the drive way of the hotel.

"So what ya doing tonight?"

"Nothing really."

"How bout some fun then." He said as he placed his big hand on my thigh.

I was in complete shock. Here I was, being cruised by John Goodman. I guess nobody suspects the fat all-American dad type.

"What do you have in mind?" I said as I final snapped back into reality, reaching over and slid my hand down his pants. Then I felt his cock, it was huge, twice the thickness of mine. I held it for longer than I needed to and it started to get even bigger and harder. I gently wanked him though his pants as he looked at me.

"Looks like you got the idea." John said as I kept my hand on his cock which was now fully hard and trying to get out of his pants. He reached down and unzipped releasing this monster for me.

"Nice."

"You like?" He said while smiling at me.

I decided to answer him by I lowered myself down and took him in my mouth wrapping my lips around it, circling the underside with my tongue.

"Fuck!" He shouted, "You've certainly done this before."

I sucked on it firmly and felt it grow in my mouth, mushrooming out. After a moment I slide my lips further down the shaft till my forehead hit his belly and continued until my nose touched his pubes. He held the sides of my head and began fucking my face, his hips moved slightly as I sucked on his cock. Fully erect he was average length and slightly above average thickness. It had been months since I had been with anyone and as shocking as it was to be sucking off John Goodman, it felt so good to taste a cock in my mouth again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smell of a man's crotch, the wet sounds of my lips sucking an erect shaft and John's moaning his approval. The sensation of that cock sliding almost out of my mouth then, back in till it touched the back of my throat was incredible.

"Shit! Someone's coming." John suddenly said as he pulled me off his cock.

"We can always go to my room." I quickly asked.

I could tell he wanted to get it over with right here in the car but when people arrived. We quickly went up to my room and I usher John in before anyone noticed us. Then the next thing I knew, I was on my knees with his dick in my mouth and was sucking on it like crazy. John moaned his approval he grabs the back of my head and starts fucking my face. No matter how hard he shoved his cock down my throat, I took it and pushed my face against his crotch for more. He was kneaded my hair as I could hear him panting while I felt the head of his wonderful cock swell down my throat. Not wanting this to end so soon, I pulled his hard cock from my mouth and I stroked it with my hand as I looked up at him.

"What's the matter?"

"Maybe we can finish this someplace else." I said as I got up, pulled down my shorts and climbed onto the bed without waiting for him to agree. I guess the sight of my ass over came me not finishing his blowjob because he followed me onto his bed after pausing a moment to pull a tube of KY from the nightstand. I my not have been fucking the last few months but I'm always prepared.

I tensely watched as John applied the lubricate to his cock, anticipating the pleasure I was about to feel. John got behind me gripping my hips and spread my ass cheeks with his thumbs. He rubbed the head of his cock along my crack and especially my asshole. I could feel his hot precum on my hole. I heard him spit into his hand then felt the pressure as he pushed the head into my man pussy. He stroked slowly, working his whole cock into me till his hips pressed against my ass. I was in heaven having my hole stretch by a hard cock in months, feeling his heart beat inside me though his pulsing manhood.

He gripped my hips firmly and began to thrust in and out of me. Still slowly at first. He pulled out till the head almost slipped out then thrust it smoothly back in, each entry into me made me catch my breath and made my chest tight. His rhythm began to pick up speed and he grunted with pleasure. I gasped out loud with each thrust into me. His grip tightened as felt put all his girth into his thrusts.

"You like that huh?"

"Yes." I hissed.

"Tell me how bad you want my cock in your ass! Beg me to cum in your ass!"

"I love it, I need it. I need it SO bad. Fuck my ass!" I said as I was pushing back against his thrusts enjoying the sound of skin slapping together, and that hard dick pounding my ass.

That seemed to spurred him to pump into me faster and harder forcing more moans and gasps from me. "GOD YES! Fuck me John, Fuck me!"

Looking in the mirror, seeing this hot fat daddy covered in sweat with his big fleshy tits and belly hopping around excited me more as I reached down and start jacking my dick. I felt my balls tighten up to my body and my cock felt like there was an electric charge running through it. 

"Please cum in me. Fill my hole. Fill my ass!" I moaned as enjoyed the feeling of his hips slapping my ass as he pounded me.

He fucked me with a desperate need as fast as he could when suddenly thrust fully into me digging his fingers into my hips and grunted holding himself deep in me. I was already cumming when he began spraying my insides with his hot cum. I could feel it in me. The thought that I was just fucked by John Goodman was wild as my knees gave out and I fell flat on the bed. When my head cleared and I could think again I realized that John still had a grip on my hips and had lifted them slightly and was still smoothly pumping my ass full of his cum.

"Fucking hell, that was something else."

"I've got the best ass in town." I braggingly confessed.

"If that's the case. We need to do this again." He said as he finally pulled out of me.

"Sure, what time do you want me?"

"Oh, I'm gonna want you all the time from now on."

I was so excited about the weeks ahead...

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[newstfionline]

California communities scramble to avoid becoming the next wildfire tragedy

By Tim Craig, NY Times, December 12, 2018

NEVADA CITY, Calif.--The deadliest wildfire in California history was blazing far away from here, about 75 miles north in the town of Paradise, but Mark Cooper and Galen Ellis saw danger just outside of their window.

The couple’s beige three-bedroom house blends beautifully with their wooded lot. But the next time a wind-swept firestorm erupts here in the Sierra Nevada Mountain foothills, they fear those cedar and ponderosa pine trees could become a flaming 20-story cage.

“We are now at the point of wondering: Do the risks now outweigh the costs of owning a home?” said Ellis, who is 57 and nearing retirement. “A lot of people here are thinking, ‘It wasn’t me this year, but it could be next year.’”

With their homeowners’ insurance set to triple, Cooper and Ellis are seriously considering leaving town, a window into the jaw-clenching fear now gripping this rustic mountain region

as residents worry that the death and destruction in Paradise foreshadows their own futures.

“This whole thing of being able to outrun fire, or defend against fire, it really doesn’t seem to apply anymore,” said Diana Cobbe, 62, who also lives in Nevada City, one of 188 California communities designated for extreme wildfire danger. “You now kind of feel like you are living under a time bomb.”

With Cobbe and other panicked residents jamming into community and fire safety meetings seeking answers, officials throughout California have been rushing to fortify vulnerable communities even as they acknowledge it’s a battle they might not be able to win.

That’s especially true here in Nevada County, which has similar topographic features to Paradise, where at least 85 people were killed and 19,000 structures were destroyed by the Camp Fire last month.

“We have had a lot of conversations about what the potential is, and how can we stop these in totality,” said Pete Muñoa, chief of the Land Use Planning Program division at the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection (Cal Fire), which oversees state fire suppression and prevention. “You have to look at building construction; you have got to look at where people are living.”

Although the debate is still in early stages, Muñoa said lawmakers and regulators might consider new rules for vegetation management as well as broader revisions to building codes and development plans. State and local officials also plan to modify evacuation plans, a recognition that there are too many people living in wooded areas near too few highways.

Earlier this year, state legislators granted $200 million to Cal Fire to expedite vegetation removal and other fire prevention measures, while electric utility PG&E is expanding efforts to cut down trees near power lines.

But State Senator Bill Dodd (D), who helped push for these changes, said the problem is bigger than any quick fix.

“Let’s face it, we don’t have a lot of short-term solutions in our tool bag,” Dodd said, adding that federal and state government share blame for not being more proactive.

Even before the wildfire destroyed Paradise, Cal Fire was sounding the alarm. In its 2018 strategic plan released in August, Cal Fire noted the average size of a wildfire in the state had grown to more than 14,000 acres, compared to less than 8,000 acres 20 years ago. The report cited climate change as a contributing factor.

Then on Nov. 8, driven by fierce westerly winds, the Camp Fire advanced quickly into Paradise and surrounding communities--at times burning an area the equivalent of a football field per second. Many evacuees spent hours stuck in traffic as flames brushed their vehicles.

About 1,300 California communities, accounting for 3 million housing units, have been classified as vulnerable to major damage from a wildfire. In Nevada County, where 100,000 residents are spread over 900 square miles, about three-fourths of the land area falls in the “very high” risk classification.

Even the county’s more urbanized areas are considered at extreme risk. Separated by about 10 miles, Nevada City and Grass Valley were founded around 1850 by miners who flocked to the region during the gold rush. Today, they include vibrant downtowns that intersperse the region’s mining heritage with new-money wine shops and clothing stores catering to young professionals and retirees from wealthy California coastal cities.

Fire is ingrained in the cities’ histories. The commercial centers of both burned shortly after their founding, and the “Forty-Niner” wildfire in 1988 destroyed 312 structures in the western part of the county.

But the loss of life in Paradise has touched Nevada County “in ways that even its own fires did not do,” said Robin Davies, the chief executive of the Grass Valley Chamber of Commerce.

“We just watched a very similar community, an entire city, go up in flames, and it’s a reminder that if something like that were to happen again, we would all be at risk,” Davies said.

John Gulserian, manager of Nevada County’s Office of Emergency Services, is especially aware of the dangers facing county residents. Before he took over as the head of emergency preparedness here, Gulserian held a similar title in Butte County. He still owns a house in Paradise, in which his 26-year-old daughter, Kindra, was living when the Camp Fire erupted.

Gulserian has been thinking about how he can better prepare Nevada County for a similar tragedy.

Officials need to update evacuation plans, expand fire breaks around populated areas and better-educate residents about the danger, he said.

California’s fire code already mandates that newly built homes near wildland areas are built with fireproof roofs, windows and decks and requires homeowners to clear flammable materials within 100 feet of their homes. But Gulserian is pushing to update state law to make it easier for government officials to access private land when owners refuse to maintain their property.

In some especially vulnerable communities, Gulserian would like to see reflective signs directing motorists to evacuation routes.

Some of the proposed changes won’t be easy. Many Nevada County homeowners, Gulserian said, are especially hesitant to cut trees.

“We’ve got a lot of folks moving in from the [San Francisco] Bay Area, and they love their trees, but we are killing ourselves loving the trees,” said Gulserian, adding that some properties contain “hundreds of trees per acre” when a maximum of 40 to 50 per acre is considered ideal to reduce the rapid spread of a fire.

Still, Gulserian knows that even the most diligent planning may not be enough to save lives when 50 mph winds are pushing flames through parched forests.

“If you are evacuating everyone at the same time, you would need a six-lane freeway going through town just to get everyone out,” Gulserian said. Officials in Paradise determined they would have had to start evacuations two hours before the fire began to get all 26,000 residents to safety before it swept into town, he said.

This fall, even before the Camp Fire, several homeowners insurance companies started notifying clients that they were no longer offering fire insurance in the area. Others have drastically hiked premiums.

Ellis, for example, learned this month that her fire insurance premium will increase from $849 to $2,674 per year, after AAA dropped her existing coverage.

They’re considering selling their home and living out of their Mercedes van and pop-up trailer.

“If people want to move here, I wouldn’t recommend it,” said Cooper, who has lived in Nevada County since he was 12 years old. “Or if you do, with this fire danger, you might as well just assume one day you will come home and it won’t be there.”

Despite that sentiment, local officials are not anticipating a significant drop in demand for houses. In fact, they say, the county’s population might increase as residents displaced in Paradise seek out housing.

Earlier this year, the Journal of Environmental Economics and Management published a study of housing transactions following wildfires in Colorado between 2000 and 2012, concluding that major fires only temporarily weaken housing markets in wildland areas.

“After a year or so has passed when incoming buyers come in and they see two houses--one in a risky area and the other not--they bid on the houses the same as they would before the fire,” said one of the authors, Shawn J. McCoy, an economics professor at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas.

For now, however, the local discussion about the wildfire danger is grim.

In the Cascade Shores, a wooded development that surrounds a large reservoir, residents say they have only two roads to escape the mountain should a fire threaten the community.

“I now have people coming to me asking, ‘If I get trapped, can I come down here and jump in the lake?’” said Gary Doshier, 43, who manages access to the boat launch at Scotts Flatt Reservoir.

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