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[bbubbleo]

making cq a genderqueer faggot who loves his wife (cwil), laying down on the floor, does anyone hear me

[grandline-fics]

Can I just say I LOVE your writting? 'cause I do! And I'm so happy requests are open! 🥹 Here I am wondering if you can indulge little old me with a request. I went through your prompts and picked two! If you can combine them, I'd be delighted! If not, it's okay!

Here:

Jealousy fuelled kiss with the sentence:

"Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?"

My request is a Fem reader and I would love to read Ace, Zoro and Law, if you don't mind! Throw in more if you'd like, I always love me some feral Kid, for instance... But whatever tickles your fancy! I just like some jealous boys! 🤭😋

Thank you again for sharing your gift! 🫶🏻❤️

DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Jealousy fuelled kiss w/ “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?”

WARNINGS: jealousy! but nothing else apart from that

CHARACTERS: Ace, Zoro, Law, Kid, Rob Lucci

WORDS: 3,531

A/N: Thank you for this request! I added Kid for you and also did one for Lucci because why not haha. I tried to make each scenario different and interesting and I hope you like what I came up with.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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ACE

“Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” You looked over in the mirror in front of you to see Ace appear in the doorway, arms folded and pout heavy on his lips. You let out a satisfied laugh and finished getting ready for a night out on the island the Moby Dick had just docked at. As you adjusted your outfit-the one Ace loved you in the most- you noticed how his hands twitched. You could tell he wanted nothing more than to close the distance and do exactly what he’d just confessed and ordinarily you would have let him. However tonight was different and Ace only had himself to blame. Earlier in the evening just before you’d gone to get ready you made a comment about hoping Ace wouldn’t be as flirtatious with the locals this time. He in turn responded with an idle wave of his hand and a comment that. “It’s just harmless babe, you know you’re the only one I want.”

While you knew that was true, the fact that Ace hadn’t even taken a second to consider how you felt was what annoyed you. You weren’t even asking him to stop flirting with others since it sometimes worked in the crew’s favour, you just wanted him to tone it down a little. So after that comment you’d told Ace that from now until you both returned to the ship you were both to pretend you weren’t a couple and you could also flirt with the locals too. Ace had initially grinned and shrugged, happy to play along since it was only flirting and you’d be his again when you both returned to the ship at the end of the night. His grin dropped though when you reminded him that this meant he wasn’t allowed to kiss or touch you at all.

The harsh reality of the situation hit him hard when it was less than hour had passed in the bar and he could barely concentrate on those he was talking to. Try as he might to be laid back as normal he couldn’t help but have his gaze pulled towards you every time the smallest movement occurred in your direction. You’d drawn plenty attention when you’d arrived and he’d expected it. Ace had always counted himself the luckiest man alive you have been the one you chose and jealousy was a foreign feeling to him so to feel it now was unsettling. Over and over he’d reminded himself that it didn’t mean anything. 

Then he heard you laugh and watched when the person talking to you stepped just a little closer. At the same time, the glass in his hand exploded and he looked at his hand engulfed in fire and slight scorch marks on the table. Ace rose and handed money to the barman to cover the cost of the minor damages before stepping out into the cool air to clear his head. He got as far as the fountain in the town-square and sat down, closing his eyes. “Not as easy to be on the watcher’s side is it?”

Ace turned his head sharply to see you sitting down beside him. Immediately he wasted no time in leaning forward. With his fingers pinching your chin and free hand sliding into your hair he claimed your lips, pulling you dizzyingly into one of the most intense and fiery kisses he’d ever given you. Surprised, you managed to recover and return the kiss with equal fervour while letting your boyfriend dictate the pace until you felt you couldn’t breathe. Finally you reluctantly pulled back just enough to catch your breath while Ace pressed more kisses against your jaw and throat. “Lesson learned.” He rasped against your skin, lifting his head to smirk at you. “Jealousy sucks.”

“I dunno…” you laughed, securing your hands on his shoulder and chest. “Has its uses if I get more kisses like that.”

ZORO

Zoro normally has no problem voicing his own thoughts. Someone’s being a moron? He’ll tell them to shut up and get out of his way. Someone fought fiercely and strong enough to earn his praise? He’ll do so and even make it a point to name something specific he witnessed to ensure them he is being genuine. Zoro prided himself in being upfront and unfortunately he had to call himself a fucking coward. Because he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he felt and anytime he considered it, he backed out just as fast. Instead he had to subject himself to the self-inflicted torture of being close with you but not in the way he fully wanted while also trying to convince himself that he only sees you as a friend because at the moment that’s all he can see you being with him.

“That drink say something to piss you off or something?” Zoro glanced out of the corner of his good eye to see Nami appear and lean against the railing he was also using to brace himself against. “You’ve been glaring at it instead of drinking it and I got concerned.”

“Nothin’ to bother yourself about.” He answered gruffly, forcing his gaze to look out at the lower section of the deck and sipped his drink as if to prove her worry wrong. Though now he had to look at the one thing he’d been trying to avoid; you talking and laughing with the others.

“You should just tell them how you feel already.” Nami hummed, her knowing smirk hidden by the rim of her glass. “Better do it soon too before your chance disappears.”

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” Zoro tried to sound casual but her second remark had made him tense. “Definitely don’t know what you mean about my chance either.”

“Oh please, most of us know you have a feelings for them, we’re just shocked you never made a move yet.” Nami kept her gaze steady on the swordsman, trying to get him to finally see sense. “But now Sanji’s patience has run out. Says if you’re going to be such a coward about it all he’ll finally do what he’s wanted to for ages.”

“Hah!?” Zoro shouted a little too loudly, even drawing the attention of the group below. You looked up at Zoro curiously, watching as he abruptly looked away from the collective stare to focus on Nami with a harsh stare, turning his body slightly to face her. “What’s that shit cook think he’s planning? When the fuck did he call me a coward? I’m gonna slice his smug face off.”

“Wow…for a second there I’d think you were jealous at the thought of them actually falling for Sanji’s charm.” Zoro scoffed and rolled his eyes. The only charm the cook had in his opinion would barely fill a thimble. There was no way you’d fall for that over the top, dramatic, overused nonsense that he threw at anyone with a pulse. Would you? 

Cautiously Zoro looked down at the scene again and his face contorted in disgust to see Sanji’s arm loosely over your shoulder as the two of you laughed at something Usopp was telling the group. Feeling his stare, Sanji glanced up and smirked at Zoro, lightly squeezing your shoulder in affection to you but in also brazen challenge to Zoro. Sharply Zoro turned on his heel and walked down the small staircase, approaching you silently. You looked up at Zoro with a smile, excited that he was finally going to join you all but your smile lessened and became a look of concern to see how serious he was. You were about to ask if he was okay but he spoke first. “I need to talk to you in private.”

Immediately you got to your feet. You knew Zoro well enough to understand he was a man of few words and if he needed to speak to you in private then it was serious. Silently you followed him below deck, only stopping when he felt he was a safe enough distance away from the nosy crewmates left above. You let the seconds tick by, allowing Zoro take his time in voicing his thoughts but seeing him so tense made you worry. Gently you lay your hand on his arm in a way to reassure him that you were there. A gasp left you as Zoro turned suddenly and pulled you against him. His hand fell to your waist as he stared at your parted lips with growing hunger.

“Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” The words dropped from his mouth barely a whisper but he was so close each syllable lightly grazed your skin. Unable to speak you could only nod in consent and sank headlong into the kiss Zoro secured on your lips.

LAW

When Law was captivated by his research, medical procedures, and all over Captain duties, you had to take it upon yourself to keep yourself busy. Normally that was no issue when you were on the Polar Tang and had your own duties and routine to occupy your mind with. This time was different. After running into the Strawhat crew on Punk Hazard you could only sit back and watch as Law proposed an alliance with the rival crew in order to take down one of the four Emperors. You’d been taken by surprise seeing as your Captain and boyfriend didn’t tend to play well with others who weren’t on his crew. Quickly you saw him begin to regret his offer when events began to unfold and Law found himself being dragged along by Strawhat’s whims rather than his planned course of action. 

Everything had worked out in the end though and now you and Law were on the Thousand Sunny, set for Dressrosa. Even though Law wasn’t on his own ship, he quickly made himself at home in the ship’s library and began to indulge in the large collection of books now at his disposal. Knowing you wouldn’t see him anytime soon you had to explore the ship for something to catch your attention since according to the allied crew you were a guest on board and didn’t need to do chores. It went against your nature. You wanted to help and be useful so you still offered each day you were on board. “Aren’t you tired wearing that all the time?”

You turned at the sound of Nami’s voice and immediately you looked down at your boiler suit. It was your normal clothing for the Polar Tang so you really hadn’t considered wearing anything else. Plus being on another crew’s ship it made you feel more at home, unable to stop yourself from missing the others that you knew you would reunite with at some stage. Casually you shrugged and smiled at the red-haired woman. “It’s comfy.”

Apparently that wasn’t a good enough answer because the next thing you knew, Nami had you dragged to her room and was throwing clothes at you to try on while telling you that you were far too good looking to hide everything under so much fabric. Mostly you went along with her whims because it would be a way of taking up your unending free time on the ship. Another part of you also got drawn into how nice some of the clothes felt and looked and it was harmless fun.

Law finally dragged himself from his spot in the library and stretched out his stiff limbs. Despite his medical knowledge, he still ended up sitting in the most unwise positions that would leave his back aching and neck tensed. With a groan he made his way out onto the deck only to stagger to a halt when he saw you wearing something completely different to what he was used to you wearing but he was in no way complaining. He loved how you looked regardless but you were breathtaking. His adoration for you was suddenly soured when he saw the others fawning over you. The cook he had no issue with, but to see the sniper blushing and even the swordsman openly talking to you made him glare. Then Strawhat had to push his luck too. “You’re so great! You know you should stay on my crew!”

Law’s room activated and you were promptly swapped to now be pressed close against Law’s side. Before you could reprimand your boyfriend for being rude you were pulled below deck to the library once more and pushed against the door as it closed. You looked up at Law with widened eyes and quickened heart rate, the look in his eyes making your mouth dry and skin warm.

“It’s bad enough that I see you looking so good. I mean do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?” He began lowly and you shuddered slightly. “But then I have to see them trying to get too close to you and Strawhat thinking he’s worthy of having you? Ridiculous.”

Law quickly closed the distance, using his frustration and jealousy to spur him on, kissing you passionately.

KID

Kid had no problem with people looking at you appreciatively. I mean, why wouldn’t they? Look at you. It was clear to anyone with any sense in their skulls that you were one of the hottest people about. For him to see the looks you deserved filled him with a smug sense of pride because you only had eyes for him. He was the lucky bastard that got you all to himself in the ways that it mattered. So they could take their pathetic glimpses and live with the fantasy of picturing what it was like to be with you because he got the real thing. However what he didn’t like was to watch anyone to touch you in a way that wasn’t friendly. 

On this occasion he sat in the darkened corner of a bar having to watch as you were being talked to by some drunken lech. You’d gone to the bar to collect the next round of drinks for the crew when someone approached. At first Kid had shook his head and smirked at the poor fool’s attempt to flirt but then he drew too close to you that Kid disliked. Still he knew you could handle yourself so he just had to grind his teeth and wait for you to expertly disengage yourself like you normally did. However you seemed drawn into the conversation with this man and Kid’s eyes narrowed. 

Immediately he stood with the intent on breaking things up but stopped when you quickly met his gaze. When the drunk turned his head to order another drink you had time to mouth ‘Marine’ to your boyfriend. Kid remained standing and glanced at the man warily, now seeing why you were being careful with him. Slowly he drew closer, making sure his movements were careful and silent while you kept the Marine’s attention effortlessly. Kid knew it was an act but seeing you indulge the man more made his anger grow. Just as Kid stepped behind the Marine, he drunk set his hand on your thigh and squeezed it while leaning closer to your face. “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now?”

Kid had planned to just give the bastard one quick hit to knock him out but seeing that and hearing the words spill from his mouth, he snapped. Reeling his metal arm back, he tapped the Marine on the shoulder. When he turned, his hulking fist connected with the man’s face sending him launching off his feet and slamming painfully against the bar’s wall with the impact smashing the glasses and bottles. Seeing the Marine slumped on the floor helped Kid’s pent up rage but it wasn’t enough. Quickly he grinned at you and pulled you into his arms so he could throw you over his shoulder and leave the bar, no longer in the mood to drink. You stayed happily on Kid’s broad shoulder with a growing smirk as you listened to his jealous mutterings the closer you drew to the ship. 

When you were finally set on your feet on the ship you turned in Kid’s hold that he refused to let you out of and smiled up at him expectantly. When Kid got like this you could practically time the sequence of events and this was your favourite part. Kid stooped down and with a low groan kissed you, devouring your taste and consuming your thoughts with only him while letting your magnetic presence and intoxicating touch leave him wanting more. You were the only one for him and by the morning should anyone look your way in appreciation again they’d spot some pretty marks on your neck to admire too.

LUCCI

Lucci was a master of his emotions for the most part. He could adopt a personality and live it perfectly for the purposes of a mission and then discard it when it was finished. He could keep his true nature at bay should he need it but in the freedom of Cipher Pol’s base he can just be himself. With powerful strides he walks down the corridors only to stop outside one of the training rooms in time to see you land a kick against Jabra’s stomach. Quickly he recovered and sent an attack your way. You managed to dodge it in time but Jabra caught you by surprise by sending a followup attack and knocked you to the ground, his hand at your throat to keep you pinned down.

For a moment you let your body go slack in a sign of surrender and the second you felt Jabra’s grip loosen you acted, disentangling out of his hold and attacked, taking advantage of his moment of surprise. Just as you were getting into the rhythm of the fight another agent appeared beside Lucci. “Jabra! We have a mission! Did you forget or something?”

You and Jabra paused your fight and you scowled at your sparring partner. You wouldn't have asked him to train with you had you known he would have to cut it short for a mission that he apparently knew about. Jabra briefly glanced at Lucci and quickly threw his arm around your waist before answering his mission partner. “Nah, didn’t forget. I just got a much better offer.” his wolfish grin spreading when he spotted Lucci’s eyes narrow at the comment. You however rolled your eyes and stepped out of the older agent’s hold. “We’ll pick this up when I get back, right?”

“We’ll see.” You told him dismissively which only earned you a quick wink before he left, leaving you alone in the training room with Lucci who remained leaning against the door, looking at his shoulder in disgust when Jabra had the nerve to brush past him on his exit.

“Didn’t know your standards were so low when picking a sparring partner.” He noted, watching you critically. You tilted your head at him curiously and slowly smirked. 

“I’ll be fighting degenerates and unsavoury people out in the field, I wanted someone as close to that as possible for authentic training purproses.” You explained with a light shrug. “Jabra fits that closely, don't you think?”

Lucci allowed himself a low chuckle and pushed away from the doorframe, while pulling the door closed behind him to grant you both a moment of privacy. Your relationship with Lucci was one ou both didn’t feel like putting a real label on. For now you merely enjoyed the physical and social benefits it brought. You remained still as you watched him approach, your eyes alight with interest and mischief that not even he could find himself immune to. “I can see the logic but I can smell that filthy mutt all over you.”

“Jealous?"

“I don't get jealous.” Lucci growled, his hand setting on your waist, merely a coincidence that his hand covered the precise spot Jabra had touched. Your lips twitched into a disbelieving smile and you playfully nodded, pretending to accept his claim. Lucci’s free hand reached up to skim along your throat, again pure coincidence at the placement before he curled his fingers under your jaw to coax you to tilt your head up. “Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you right now to get rid of that mutt’s stench?”

“Then do it, Chief.” You said stepping a tiny bit closer. “Let Jabra come back and know for sure that I’m a cat person.” 

With a growl Lucci kissed you possessively, hungrily with purpose of doing just as you suggested. His main goal was to wipe any lingering trace of Jabra from your skin and wipe the other man’s name from your mind. He was very aware that you didn’t see the wolf man that way but still it brought out that animalistic conflict in him, the need to be better than him and from your reactions to his kiss he knew for sure that Lucci was the clear winner.

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Out with the Old, In with the New?

Pairing: Henry Hart x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Violence

Summary: When a certain supervillain returns to Swellview an old face pops back up.

A/N: just cause henry danger seems to making a comeback

Word Count: 1.8k

"Ray?" Henry's voice causes the man to jump and turn around.

He squares up to Henry before his brain computes who it is, and then he stands normally, "Henry, you can't do that!"

"Hmm?" He hums, staring at the man.

"Henry, you can't do that!" Ray repeats again in the same exasperated tone.

Henry makes a confused face, "I can't say your name anymore?"

Ray rolls his eyes before sitting down on the couch, "so what do you want?"

Henry takes a seat next to him, "you never talk about the sidekick you had before me, I'm just curious on who he was."

"Well first of all it was a she."

Ray dramatically looks off into the distance, his sidekick giving him a baffled look before shrugging and joining his gaze into the distance.

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You and Ray were playing a very serious game of foosball when Schwoz started shouting for your attention.

"Guys! Guys! I found him!" He shouted, frantically flailing his arms in the direction of the many screens on the wall of the man cave, this immediately pulled you and Ray's interest from the game at hand to Schwoz.

"You found Doctor Rotten?" You sprinted over to the control panel.

Ray swiftly followed, "we've been trying to track him for months!"

Schwoz went on to tell you about his whereabouts while you and Ray mentally plotted your attack.

"Well let's blow some bubbles-" Ray began.

"-and give this doctor a taste of his medicine!" You finished his sentence.

Once you transformed you guys ran to the tubes, "I see what you did there." Was the last thing Ray said before you both disappeared up the tubes.

Once you guys got to the location that Doctor Rotten used to conjure up his evil experiments it wasn't an easy fight, well you wouldn't know, as you were immediately injected with some concoction Doctor Rotten had made.

"Y/N are you okay!" You heard Ray shout as you came back to consciousness.

You stirred before groggily speaking, "Ray? What happened?"

"That rotten son of a bitch grabbed you and injecte-" he began before he was cut off by you screaming and squirming around on the floor. He ran to your writhing body and held you down to the ground firmly.

"It feels like fire is running through my veins!" You screamed, whilst trying to catch your breath.

Ray scanned the room frantically trying to see if there was anything that even resembled an anecdote for the horrific condition you were in.

"Ray help me!" You yelled out in a pleading tone."

"I'm trying kid! I really am!" He shouted back, attempting to reassure you.

Then he spotted a large button, he hoped it would somehow stop the pain you were in. It was his last resort.

Ray jumped up and ran towards the big red button and smashed it down. He stood back, slightly confused at the button doing nothing. That was until...

An explosion.

Half of the building exploded, luckily not the side you were both on, although you still were severely impacted by the blast.

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When you woke up you were lying on a bed in the middle of the man cave being towered over by Schwoz and Ray, both with very concerned faces.

"Guys... what happened," you tried to sit up before being quickly shoved back down by both men.

"You are not fully healed yet Y/N!" Schwoz frantically mumbled.

This made you instantly sit up, "Not fully healed yet!" You shrieked, "What do you mean not fully healed yet?"

Both men stood back whilst sharing almost scared looks, mentally deciding if they should tell you.

Then Ray spoke up, "well... we went to take down Doctor Rotten, you made a great pun by the way before we left," you jokingly winked as he said that. "Then we got there and he grabbed you and injected you with some liquid that made your blood red hot."

You nodded, "and then?"

Schwoz quickly spoke up, "Ray pushed a big red button and it made half the building explode!"

"What? Ray! A big red button really?" You shouted.

"C'mon! It didn't have any 'don't press' signs!" He attempted to defend himself.

You shook your head in disappointment, "Ray almost every red button... means an explosion!" Your voice got louder with every word until you were yelling once again.

"Well, you're still alive!" He shouted back.

You took a deep breath and spoke again, "did we at least catch him?" Your question made Ray look away in embarrassment, "we caught him..." you gritted your teeth, "right?"

"No..."

This caused you to yell again, "you didn't catch him!"

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Ray's memory was cut off by Henry, "Hello? Can you tell me now? You've been staring at the ceiling saying nothing for 10 minutes."

"Oh right, yeah sorry! She moved to Brooklyn after a mission that went very wrong." He told him.

"Oh... did she have any powers?" Henry further inquired.

This made Ray smile as he reminisced, "yeah she could talk to people through her mind. Was pretty cool, except for when she would tap into your head and just scream as loud as she could."

The pair were cut off by Schwoz running through and yelling at them, "he's back!"

"Who's back?" Ray replied, jumping up off of the couch, Henry following his actions.

Schwoz sat down and started clicking random buttons on the control panel until the screens turned on showing footage of a tall man holding a vial of a bright purple liquid.

"Doctor Rotten..." Ray sneered, looking closely at the screens.

Henry followed him, a confused look on his face, "who now?"

"He's the one who nearly killed-" Schwoz spoke before Ray shouted.

"Don't say her name!" He yelled, "she doesn't get to be known as the one who Doctor Rotten nearly killed."

"Okay..." Schwoz grumbled, "he's at Swellview lab."

Henry and Ray quickly changed suits and went up the tube. They arrived on the roof and walked towards the mancopter, Ray started to flip the switches to turn on the helicopter before something caught the attention of the two guys.

"Fighting Doctor Rotten without me?"

They were both caught off guard by the girl who was walking towards them. Especially Henry, this unknown girl was his age and gorgeous.

It was you.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" Ray questioned, very confused yet concerned.

You smiled widely and walked over to him, "I've been trying to find this bastard for years, ever since we lost him, and now I want him gone for good."

Ray nodded in response before wrapping his arms around you, "I'm so glad you're okay."

You hugged him back, smiling widely at the fact you've been reunited with your old best friend, "I'm happy to be back."

"Right, guys! We don't have time for hugs and talking, we have a criminal to catch!" Henry spoke sternly, seemingly envious of the bond between Ray and his old sidekick.

"He's right! Let's go give this doctor a taste of his own medicine!" You exclaim, walking towards the mancopter.

"That line gives me bad memories Y/N!" Ray shouts after you while he runs up to the mancopter.

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Sticking to the plan you walked into the lab first, "Well, well, well look who it is... Doctor Moldy." You snicker at your own joke as you walk.

"It is Doctor Rotten-" The villain shouts before realising who you are and smirking, "well hello little girl, here for another round of fire blood?"

You smile back and stop in front of him, "I think it's your blood that'll be on fire."

On cue both of the other heroes break into the lab, coming up behind the evil man, who was preoccupied talking down to you.

Little did he know that in approximately 30 seconds he would receive a punch to the back of the head from Captain Man. Unfortunately, he didn't go out like a light, he was much stronger than anticipated so he immediately turned around and started trying to attack Captain Man.

You and Henry both seem to migrate to the side of the lab, watching the fight go down, "he's surprisingly good," Henry assessed.

"Who knew some 60-something bald man could take the Captain Man," you nodded before looking over to his new sidekick. "You're not jealous of me and Ray are you?"

This caught Henry off guard, "not at all! I understand that you guys had a close bond," despite seeming fine, his tone of voice told a different story.

"Trust me as soon as Doctor Rotten is gone I'm out of here, you have nothing to worry about. Now I'm gonna make this guy regret he was even fucking born." You smile and pat Henry's chest before sneaking over to the table with syringes full of glowing liquid splayed out.

At this point, Doctor Rotten is having to take on both Kid Danger and Captain Man. However, you have just found what you assume is the same poison that you were attacked with all those years ago.

To distract Doctor Rotten you tap into his brain and start to scream which causes him to grasp the sides of his head and drop to his knees. You happily saunter over to his distraught body and lean down.

"Payback is a bitch," you whisper, pushing your face against his before stabbing the syringe into his neck and injecting the fiery liquid, causing him to instantly pass out.

"Well, jobs done! Let's get back to the man cave girl and boy." Ray says while clapping his hands.

"About that Ray... I'm not coming, I'm going back to Brooklyn." You smile bittersweetly, "it was amazing fighting crime with you again, but it's not my place anymore."

This caused Ray to frown, "c'mon Y/N just for old times sake."

Henry suddenly felt quite bad for you both, and for feeling jealous. "I would love for you to come hang with us until your flight." The blonde smiled at you.

This made you smile and roll your eyes, "I guess I can come down for a few hours."

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After hours of reminiscing, talking and many games of foosball Ray decided he was going to head to his bed.

"Shouldn't you head home?" You asked Henry as you stood up off of the couch.

He shrugged and stood up with you, "I told my mom I was staying at Jasper's tonight."

You laughed in response, "a rebel? I like it."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, scrunching his face at you.

"Yeah, you're cool Henry, I see why Ray likes you." You spoke softly and tilted your head.

This caused Henry to flush lightly, "you're really cool, Y/N."

"I think you should come to Brooklyn sometime," you walked closer to him, "come visit me sometime..."

He nodded, "sounds good, I'll be there," he mumbled, now realising the close proximity between you both.

"Sounds like a plan," you whisper whilst placing your hands on his shoulders.

As if on command his hands landed on your hips, "I think you're really pretty.

You grinned and leaned closer to his face, his breath fanning over yours, "and I think you're perfect."

He slowly lowered his head and let his lips meet yours.

[xyfanficarchive]

dragon belly burnt ends

laios touden x gn! reader

no warnings, except fluff and manga spoilers :)

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“There you are! I see your feet under there!”

It makes Laios startle - his eyes come back into focus right as your smiling face parts through the green curtain surrounding him. Oh, it’s just you. He uncrosses his arms, comes away from the tree trunk he was leaned up against with a stretch and a grunt, and you step through the branches of the bush. He smiles at your awkward attempt to do so gracefully, without displacing the branches too much or getting scratched up. There’s a leaf and twig in your hair, he reaches up to pluck them out and discard them to the side.

“I walked all over to find you - god, there’s so many people around. Hey, why are you just here in this bush anyways?”

“I’m escaping,” his sentence broken by a yawn, “-from all the people for a little while. I’ve never had so many people trying to talk to me…” You close your eyes and nod along in acceptance.

“That’s fair- I’ve had to escape the crowd quite a bit myself these past few days.”

The little hollow is small, just enough for two people to stand in intimate quarters. There’s dappled sunlight on your face, a warm green glow all around, and the sounds of the great feast, voices in revelry, are muffled. Only a scant few inches separate your bodies - though his heart still quickened, Laios would have been much more nervous in this situation only a matter of weeks ago. But after his experience in the dungeon, all that he went through with you and the rest of the party, he feels changed. He sees it in you, too - the way you meet his eyes with ease and a gleam of confidence that was not there before. Significant enough that even he could tell the difference. It made him happy to see you this way.

So why are you looking at him like that, now, with your eyebrow raised, head cocked to the side?

He looks down and finally notices you’re carrying something in your hand; a square of waxed paper with two pieces of meat on top, thin strips rolled up into bite sized spirals and pinned with wooden skewers, glistening with brown glaze. A third one is poised between your index finger and thumb, being held out in offering.

“Are you alright, Laios?” You question, and he blinks back into focus, rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah, just lost in thought…” He feels heat on his face. “I must be more spent than I thought.”

“Maybe this will help you feel better!” You beam at him, and your smile strikes him right in the heart. “I bet you haven’t tried it yet- actually I know you haven’t because I just watched it come out of the smoker… But I bet you’ll love it!”

He lifts his hand, but you’ve already started raising your own hand up towards his mouth to feed it directly to him. His fingers go back to his side to fidget with the leg of his pants as he leans in, mouth wide. You bump the corner of his mouth, leaving behind a spot of sauce.

“Oops,” you giggle. But he has no time to think about how vibrant you are, because his mouth explodes with rich flavour when he pulls it from the skewer with his teeth, sweet and tangy spiced glaze covering the savoury, fatty deliciousness of the meat. He expects to chew, but his tongue pushes into the meat easily and the fat and muscle disintegrate equally in his mouth as his eyes widen.

“What is this?” He asks incredulously around his mouthful.

You grin at him. “Dragon belly! Other than that, I don’t know.”

Laios swallows, sad that it’s over so soon, though he’s already eyeing the next two pieces in your hand. “It’s so rich! And the way it melts in your mouth! This is great!”

“Right?!” You say in enthusiastic agreement, and offer up the remaining two bites from the palm of your hand. He takes one and devours it, forgetting to even savour it for its deliciousness, and his desperation to get it into his belly. “Take the other one, it’s all for you. I’ve had a lot already, I just wanted you to try it.”

All for you. He takes it from your hand. You crumple the wax paper, shoving it in your pocket to dispose of later, and watch him, gleaming in the filtered sunlight. He eats this one with intentionality, looks down at you with warmth, his mouth full. “I love you,” he thinks. It startles him to hear the words, even in his own head, the weight of that realization gripping his heart in his chest. His expression drops, but you don’t seem to notice.

In fact, you lift your hand and swipe your thumb across the corner of his mouth, and Laios freezes before you draw it away. And then you look down, pondering the spot of glaze with pursed lips. “Hm.” Evidently you hadn’t considered how you were going to get it off your own hand. You settle to just lick it off, and his heart flips in his chest. He feels electrified, swallowing the delectable bite down thickly. So close, so close…

He grips your wrist, still staring at your thumb before he raises his eyes to meet yours. Only a half step forward and he can feel your bodies touching. He is overwhelmed by his want.

“Laios…?” You question softly, smile fading, though he cant quite read the expression it faded to. But you’re not nervous, by the way you haven’t broken eye contact - at least he hopes. His heart is pounding. But if there’s any time to be bold, to take action, it’s now, right?

He leans in, a crawling pace that belies his trepidation, giving you every chance to back away. But you don’t push him or jerk back, so he tilts his head, eyes slowly fluttering closed - this is how you do it, right? Yet something catches him, right as he feels the breath from your parted lips on his own. Your eyes - he realizes you were still staring at him wide-eyed as he drew near, as his own eyes closed. Why were you staring at him?

He pulls back, eyebrows drawn, and yours go to match as he searches your gaze, heart sickly thudding under his sternum as his stomach tightens. He feels out of control now, internally cursing his correction, agonizing in the span of a second over whether he should’ve just gone with it. His options now are to retreat, or to question:

“Is this… Is this okay? Can I…” But the words falter. He can’t make the words “kiss you” leave his throat. His face and ears are burning, and he is starting to sweat under his collar.

You sigh and tilt your head, though your face doesn’t relax. He feels a spike of sick, cringing panic in his gut, until you open your mouth: “Please, Laios,” you insist breathily, “please kiss me…”

He blinks; with a sigh he is flooded with cool, sweet relief. “Oh…” He lets go of your wrist and raises his hand, tucks a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, presses his calloused palm into your velvet soft jawline, fingers wrapped gently around the nape of your neck. Your eyes soften at his touch, your hand goes to rest on his bicep.

“It’s real now…” He thinks, feeling you gently squeeze his arm. “It’s actually happening…” But the look in your eyes feels wide open, he blinks into your warm gaze before finally shutting his lids and leaning in to press a stiff, chaste kiss to your lips, holding for a heart racing moment against your plush mouth, until he finally pulls away.

He can see you looking between each of his eyes, and suddenly you break into a smile and laugh. Both of your hands go to cradle the back of his head. He doesn’t have time to wonder why you’re laughing at him before you pull him towards you and meet his lips again, different now as you kiss him, this rolling and sucking motion that stokes up a fire in his chest. It’s an unfamiliar rhythm but he catches on, if a little sloppy and ungraceful, as he presses his face into yours with increasing fervour. The sensation of your fingers through his hair prompts him to cross his arms around your back and hug you close to his own body, a vain attempt to crush you into him and meld together.

He only pushes into you harder when he feels you retreat, chasing your mouth as you pat the back of his head. But finally you grip his hair and force him off, he whimpers in pain as you gasp for breath.

“What was that?” He questions, a little hurt and confused, though your bodies are still pressed together.

“Maybe you can breathe with that big nose between us,” your chest heaves, hungry for air, “but I sure can’t.” You smile, and your whole mouth glistens with your mixed saliva. You wipe it with the back of your hand. “Your mouth tastes like the dragon belly,” you muse, laughing breathily, and you lean into him. The feeling of you against him is nice.

“You just taste like saliva,” he remarks, and ponders for a moment because, it tasted almost like nothing and yet he only wanted more, more, more. “It’s very very subtle. Mostly tastes like nothing. Kind of like skin, kind of… mineral? Almost sweet, even,” he elaborates unprompted, fingers ghosting absentmindedly up and down your back. Almost sweet, because while it wasn’t necessarily sweet, there was a sensation of sweetness that exploded in his mind… who knew the taste of someone’s spit could be so addictive?

He finds you still looking at him, this time with a clear streak of amusement in your expression. He’s almost embarrassed, most people don’t exactly ask for the taste profile of their own saliva, but the feeling is dispelled when you trail your hand down his arm, to interlace your fingers in his.

“You make me want more of that dragon belly…” You sigh.

“Me too,” he nods, eyes closed to recall the flavour. and after a beat, he feels you pull him gently.

“Well, we ought to hurry, cause that stuff was going fast,” you say, already parting through the branches again and pulling him along, “but I’m sure they would spare whatever’s left for the King himself.” You turn your head and give him a sly smile.

Oh yeah, that’s why he was hiding. He cringes a little into the back of your head. Being king is cool and all, but he’s been feeling the weight of everyone’s lofty expectations.

Yet, the feeling of your hand is soothing, and he stares down at your interlocked fingers. With your hand in his, maybe he could face anyone.

[sadie-the-dragon-slayer]

Self / Independent Learner's Guide to Language Learning From Zero

-a mini study plan I used this for Spanish, French and Italian, it is my favourite way of starting to learn. It won't teach you the langauge but if this is your first time, if you feel confused and don't know where to begin, this is for you! -this is kinda romance langauge based but might give you ideas if you are learning from a different family too -this is very notebook / writing based since i prefer learning that way Step 1: Preperation

First of all, ask yourself "do i already have some amount of immersion in this langauge?" As humans, we learn from immersion a lot. Songs, but especially visual media is incredibly heplful. I never studied japanese but after watching a few animes i picked up 5-10 random words. Passive vocabulary, being familiar to most common words will be your biggest friend. If the answer is no, before start studying ANYTHING do some immersion. e.g. I watched dix pour cent for French and learned arrêt which means stop because characters were shouting to each other all the time.

After making sure you have some immersion or if you already have some, PREPARE YOUR RESOURCES. Make a file in your computer, reblog tumblr posts, save links. Search for pdfs in google. (x language a1 pdf / x langauge a1 grammar book / x language a1 reading) Free PDF's and and useful websites. The more the merrier. Why? Because when you actually start learning you will slowly realise them half of them are not actually useful, too advance, too simple, not in your preffered style etc. You will en up using same handful amount of resources again and again but before that, you have to TRY EVERYTHING. You are unique and so will be your learning process.

Google x language A1 curriculum. (you can try adding "pdf" at the end of sentence as well) It "probably/ hopefully" exists. If you can't find that way, learn which offical exam is necessary (e.g. for French it's DELF/DALF, in english there is IELTS and so many more) If you are lucky, you can find a langauge teaching enstitute's curriculum and you can find in what order they teach things. This was very helpful for me because sometimes you don't know what to study next, or just want to visualise what do you need to learn, it is helpful. I printed one out and paste it to the back cover of my notebook. You won't need this one YET. I'll explain in a second. Keep reading.

Get a notebook. I don't prefer books while learning from zero because it will be filled with vocabulary you don't know. My pereference is no squares no lines empty ass notebook and colorful pens. I'm a person of shitty doodles. I love to draw and visualise things. It really helps my brain. In A1, your knowledge is absouletly zero and your brain is about the explode with realising GREAT MASS of knowledge you need to learn in order to be "fluent" . So keep things away from being "too much" if you want to avoid a burnout.

Set a timer. If you want to avoid burnout, the secret is always quit when you feel like you can go another round happily. Quit when you are dopamine high. If you study too much, next day you'll wake up tired, want to rest etc. and make it harder for you to create a habit. I did this mistake with French by studying 4-5 hours everyday for around 30 days. I completed my challenge, completly quit and then didn't come back for MONTHS.

You will be re-studying A LOT. Language learning is repetition. You will start by studying "the A1 curriculum". But, because this is your first time your focus will be on the vocabulary and general comprehension. You are trying to re-wire your brain, and learn a different way of thinking and living. It's not easy. It will take time. It will be painful at times. But it is 100% worth it.

After you finished studying your curriculum, you'll take a short break and then study the curriculum AGAIN. For a second time. Because you already know the basics, this time you will be able to focus more on the little things you weren't able to comprehend the last time. e.g. articles or whatever little frustaring thing your langauge has. Also focus more on basic prononciation and especially reading aloud. Find a realistic text-to-reader. Copy-paste a text. Listen and repeat.

Get a new Youtube and Instagram account dedicated to langauge study. How many good resources exists and where they are is really depens on which langauge you are learning. For english, youtube is better. For French, instagram is better. You have to see for yourself. If you get a seperate account for your langauge algorith will learn faster and you won't be distracted by other stuff. Short form engaging videos are the best for absolute beginners. Re-watch things and try to repeat them out loud. It's called shadowing and is your future best friend.

If you want to learn how to speak, you first need to how to write. If you can't write sentences without looking at google translate (or reverso) you won't be able to make up sentences in your head. If you want to learn how to write, your first need to learn how to read. You need to start in this order but also don't be perfectionist. Do it even if you do it wrong. They will be fixed eventually and won't stick. Record yourself speaking even if the text you are reading is 90% google translated. Why? Beacuse speaking will enhance your vocabulary in a way no other thing can and that's the core of reading. So this isn't a linear thing. It's actually a circle!

Step Two! Ok, Sadie, i got my notebooks and read through all the warnings where do i start? *First page: [] means written is target langauge

[x notebook] x= your target langauge

Add something cute and make you feel happy to open up the notebook. It can a drawing, a picture, anything. First page is your entrance to your new home. Make it welcoming.

*[My name is X. I am Y years old. I live in Z.] *Greetings. Main articles if there are any. Yes, no, please, thank you. *What is your name, what do you do for living, how are you, where are you from, how old are you, how many langauges do you speak, numbers from 0-100. If there are multiple way of saying these things and probably there are, just write one. You will eventually learn others. Baby steps. *write a basic ass text of two people having a conversation asking and answering these questions.

*the alphabet and how to pronounce the letters. basic letter combinations that change into a different sound. a youtube video about this 100% exists.

*personal pronouns and if there is a "am/is/are" verb the conjugation of it. (in spanish there is two unfortunately) *artciles and basic noun endings. a couple exemples of nouns in x form but takes y article. *first 5 most common verbs. learn the conjugation, try writing basic ass sentences. (e.g. to come, go, have, speak)

*three more verbs (e.g. to eat, can, to want)

*take some time to fully comprehend. check your curriculum list to look and see if you want to add anything. e.g.for spanish that can be ser vs estar, for spanish is can be "how to ask questions in french" becaue it's way harder compared to other langauges.

*take some break from grammar and learn some vocab maybe. it can be colors, or feelings. (i am sad, i am hungry etc.)

*start studying most common verbs. usually a form of categorization exists. usually it's verb ending. (unless it's a language like turkish where every verb either ends with -mek or -mak lol.) Start with 10- 15 most common verbs. You will also be learning some vocabulary by default. (try to stick to regular verbs if you can, if not that's fine) (Do not learn any verbs you won't be able to use immediately.)

*Learn basic adjectives and how they work so you can form more detailed sentences.

*After comprehending how to form basic positive negative sentences and some verbs, congratulate yourself, because you deserve it! *Learn how tell time. "What time is it? It's x'o clock."

*learn clothing and how to simply describe physical look e.g. hair color, eye color, beard, glasses...

*learn the verbs of daily routine. be able to write a generic ass "i wake up, i do breakfast, i eat lunch at school, i sleep" sort of text.

*demonstratives. this that. these. those. you can add some vocabulary you like. this is a cat. this is a tree. you can add placement adjectives now or later. (the cat is under the sofa. the bird is on the table etc.)

*Now you know a lot of things! Take some time and focus a bit more on the vocab, let your brain process things, do some passive immersion. avoid a burnout at all costs. *learn how to say "there is" (if you want more vocab transportation and city centre themes can be included.) *learn how to talk about your hobbies. This is the generic A1 curriuculum. You are able to understand basic things, you have a generic comprehension. That's all it takes to be considered A1. If you want to pass it though, what you need is a good grammar source. For French and Spanish Kwiziq was very useful. I couldn't find a good online grammar resource for Italian yet. (please ask more experienced langblrs for recs.) Slowly learn more vocab (since A1 is more vocab based. If you hate Anki and Quizlet stuff check Linguno. Actually check Linguno anyway it's a banger and i'm gonna die on that hill.)

If you don't have have native friend to ask questiones and you don't have any ethical concerns ChatGPT can be useful. I'm using it for French for months. Why are we using this particle here, why this and not that, can you give me some example sentences.... you can play guess the animal, ask for writing prompts and then make ChatGpt find and explain your mistakes to you. It's very handy.

*Don't be scared to share about your journey on Tumblr and most importantly ENJOY!

[d1stalker]

SNEAK PEAK / WIP WEDNESDAY

title: collateral damage

tagged by the wonderful @eupheme :)

posting tomorrow as my little birthday gift to you all ❤️ be there or be square (probably late afternoon/early evening EST)

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You’re on the phone with your mom, trying to reassure her for the millionth time this week.

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, Mom, I’m fine," you say, pacing the length of your small living room. You glance at the muted TV screen, the news still cycling through the usual mayhem. "You’ve seen the news recently, right? We’ve got the X-Men to take care of all this stuff—"

Knock. Knock.

You freeze mid-sentence, your words trailing off as the sound of someone at your door interrupts the call. Your heart skips a beat, and your voice drops. "Mom, I’ll call you back."

Barely waiting for her to reply, you end the call, staring at the door like it might explode.

A knock at this hour? Unannounced? You waver, your mind racing with possibilities.

Delivery? A neighbour? You’re not expecting anyone.

Cautiously, you make your way toward the door, hand hovering over the handle as you listen. No more knocks, just the faint hum of the outside world. You take a breath, steeling yourself as you turn the handle and crack the door open.

The tufts of hair, the thick stubble, the edge in his eyes—it’s him. Wolverine. And just as your brain registers his face, you also notice the glint of metal where his claws are already halfway out.

Instincts kick in, and before he can get a word in, you push against the door, trying to slam it shut.

Still, he’s faster.

His fist punches through the wood, and with a metallic snikt, his claws extend fully, slicing through the door as if it were made of paper. He pushes it open again, forcing it against your effort, and the sheer strength sends you stumbling back.

“What the fuck?” you gasp, eyes wide as you steady yourself. “How did you even find me?”

Stepping inside, he says, “picked up your scent and followed it,” matter-of-factly, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

For a moment, you just stare at him, dumbfounded. “That’s… that’s really creepy,” you manage, still trying to process the fact that he just said that without a hint of shame.

“Can’t control it, bub,” he shrugs. 

You take a step back, putting more distance between you and the man with the claws standing in your apartment. “Okay, well, you found me. Now what?”

His eyes lock onto yours. “I need you to come with me.”

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. 

“You’re not safe here.”

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[xserpx]

Leo🦁 for the blorbo bingo!

Thank you so much for sending me this ask 😆! And just to be extra obnoxiously self-indulgent I'm gonna ascribe each square I picked to a specific chapter in the Age of Madness trilogy! 🦁❤️:

OUGHHHH *disintegrates into dust*: "Jurand looked up and their eyes met, and Leo froze, his breath held, his face tingling." The Same Side, TWOC.

Blorbo from my special interest: "Leo bared his teeth, squelching forward through mud battered and mashed by countless boots advancing and retreating, advancing and retreating. The fighting had been fiercest here. Bodies everywhere. Bodies from both sides. Men still and men still moving, crawling, crying, pawing at the ground, pawing at themselves. Leo stepped between them, stepped over them, teeth clenched, head throbbing, pushing on towards the bridge." Settle This Like Men, ALH.

Putting them thru the horrors: "‘I’m fine,’ said Leo, weakly shaking the man off. Fine. Broken, defeated, in constant agony, with a useless arm and an amputated leg, convicted of treason and already on the gallows. Fine." A Footnote to History, TTWP.

I HATE YOU: "Before the Great Change it would’ve been him asking whether they should do something. Bursting through that door in some self-indulgent, self-defeating puke of gallantry. But then he used to be a reckless, soft-hearted fool." Love, Hate, Fear, TWOC.

Fandom is so mean to them 💔: "‘Are you sure?’ asked Brock. ‘I have three-score flatbows with a different opinion.’" The Sentence, TWOC.

Explodes them with my mind (affectionate): "‘No, no, it’s the small cutlery, Leo.’" Common Ground, TTWP.

Gay infinity: "They’d touched each other a thousand times. They’d wrestled and sparred and hugged. But there was something different about that touch. More than one old friend supporting another. Far more. Jurand’s hand didn’t just rest there. It squeezed, ever so lightly, and Leo felt a strange need to tilt his head and press his cheek against it. Take that hand and hold it to his face, to his heart, to his mouth." Grown Up, TTWP.

Bouncing off the walls: "‘Cheer up.’ Leo hugged him roughly with one arm, looking back to the building. The one lit window. ‘There are plenty of ladies for all of us.’ Though he couldn’t think of any close to Savine dan Glokta’s class. ‘Plenty of ladies,’ Jurand echoed, gloomily." A Bit About Courage, ALH.

Killing them with hammers: "Now they huddled in close. United by a common enemy, and a shared purpose, and a righteous cause. Just talk, of course, fuelled by Leo’s frustration, and jealousy, and the pain in his leg. Just talk, perhaps, but dangerous, still. Exciting, still. Just talk, wasn’t it? But with each word said it became more thrillingly real." Future Treason, Past Affairs, TTWP.

Bestie it's not funny anymore get therapy: "They’d both stabbed him in the back while they stabbed each other in the face, yet somehow they could glide away friends, ruling the gardens, loved by all, while he was left nursing unhealable wounds, hated and feared and alone." Good Times, TWOC.

Free Space: "As handsome a crowd of young heroes as you could hope to find. What a painting they’d make! Maybe Leo would get one commissioned. Who’d know an artist?" Young Heroes, ALH.

Babygirl 💖 (has committed horrific atrocities): "‘They love the fire,’ said Leo, tugging his jacket smooth, then turning away. ‘They can have the fire.’" Purity, TWOC.

HGGHHGHHJKGHJURTGEHJM etc: "He wanted to say it all. To puke up his resentments. He had his mouth open to do it. But why bother? The past isn’t made of facts, not really, just stories people tell to make themselves feel better. To make themselves look better." Not For the Prizes, TWOC.

Smacking the floor: "What he wanted to do more than anything was lurch into Jurand’s arms and never let go of him." Different This Time, TWOC.

Rotating in my brain like a rotisserie chicken: "He hated Styria, hated Sipani, hated Cardotti’s, hated this degenerate excuse for a king most of all. He raised his chin, trying to look haughtily down his nose, but his eyes kept being drawn to that trail of dark hair from Jappo’s navel into the not entirely concealing shadows of his gown…" All Tastes, No Judgements, TTWP.

The fandom doesn't know them like I do: "‘We both know you’re not a fool, Leo. For whose benefit are you pretending to be one?’" Where The Fight's Hottest, ALH.

pls talk to me about them I promise I'll be normal :))): "‘You can call me treacherous. Call me ruthless. But ask who I learned it from.’" The Villain, TWOC.

Explodes them with my mind (derogatory): "‘Goes to show,’ he grunted, ‘you have to be your own hero.’" Redemption, TWOC.

Tearing them apart with my teeth: "A representative from the Angland delegation was plucking at the hem of Leo’s jacket in an effort to pull him down, but Leo angrily slapped his hand away. ‘Sit down, you bloody fool,’ Savine forced through gritted teeth, gripping the rail of the gallery. But the Young Lion would not sit down." The King's Justice, TTWP.

Tucking them into bed and kissing them on the forehead 💖: "Tits. Men talked a lot about tits. So Leo did, too. Nudge in the ribs, look at the cargo she’s carrying. But if he was entirely honest, he didn’t really understand the appeal. To Leo, tits were just… there." The Lion and the Wolf, ALH.

[istherewifiinhell]

My morning dose of being sad about turtles, and afternoon dose of blogging about em.

Last Ronin spoilers, natch, and content warnings will be first thing under the cut

The pictures have blood, piercing wounds, and generally, violence. And metioned on top of that, death (familial), suicide and self harm, and drowning.

those are pretty telling aren't they....

Starting with flash back content.

[Image descriptions same as alt text]

[ID: Raphael running into April and Casey's appartment, dripping blood and knocking over a chair. He yells "Make a hole! *Incoming!*". April who'se recoiled from his entrance says "Oh my god... *Raph?!*". Raph wears a leather vest/harness that covers the front and back of his shell, and has a thigh holster. END ID]

[ID: Mikey and Donnie holding up a very injured and bleeding Splinter between them. Donnie says "April grab the *med kit!* Bring *everything!*, and Splinter groans in pain. Mikey is also yelling. END ID]

[ID: Mikey and Apirl lifting Splinter onto a table, April at his head, and Mikey on one arm. The table is quickly covered in blood. Mikey says "Easy... easy..." END ID]

[ID: Donnie holding Splinter's other hand in both oh his, looking crestfallen. April hold a part of scissors above Spinter's head and says "Donnie, help me *cut* the clothing way and clear all this blood." Donnie replies "I... I... I don't know *where* to start." Donnie wears a brown hat with ear flaps, his eye mask aroud his neck like a scarf, and light coat. END ID]

crestfallen... broken... completely shattered? maybe thats just me tho.

[ID: Raph sitting at the table by Splinter's feet, arms crossed infront of him. He says "Foot bastards..." Mikey stands near him, looking sadly over Splinter. Mikey has a sleeveless hooded coat. END ID]

[ID: Leo sheathing one sword, he wears a dark brown leather duster. He has a few splashes of blood on him. END ID]

And thus completes the turtle fashion, sadness edition. Fellas I know its like. The worst day of your life (worst day of their life *so far*), but, you look great.

[ID: Donnie in profile looking solemn. Raph behind him has both hands to his head, face scrunched up in anguish. END ID]

I cannot bare these expression. I feel like im gonna explode. But it gets worse

The trifecta of mikey softness and utter devastation. [All are of Mikey sitting by Splinter's side, holding his hand]

[ID: 1. Gazing sadly at Splinter, expression looking wobbly saying "Rear guard Sensei. Making sure we all got *Clear.*" 2. Splinter is pained as he says "Karai... trying to end it... once and for all." Mikey in profile, tears running from under his mask, says "Shhh... We *got* you, Sensei. It's okay." 3. Small drawing in the corner of a panel. The hand hold is a very gentle clasp now. Mikey's eyes are closed and he's leant very close to Splinter's snout, as if they could be whispering, bumping heads, or just listening to his breath. END ID]

fucking. I. YOU. ArGH. my boy.... my boy.

time to miss that side of him even more.

[In all, present Mikey is devoid of gear, clothes or eye mask, but is his head and arms have many small square bandages]

[ID: Mikey in the foreground, sitting at a table, at the other seats are visions of his brothers, desaturated and in cooler tones. They have their identifiable features now, masks slightly tinted, and gear visible. They also look significantly younger than Mikey. There are 3 cups, a dirty plate and screwdriver -near Donnie- on the table. Leo says "Yeah. Hard to believe *anyone* survived that." And Raph adds "Talk about *miracles*... Right, Mike?". Mikey says "Uh... Yeah. Yeah. Right." END ID]

really comparing the flashback turtles to him fucks me right up. but anyway. donnie's inexplicable screwdriver tho...

[ID: Mikey standing up behind his seat at the table, now seeing the chairs and table top as completely empty. He finishes a previous sentence "... Honor." END ID]

Oh my friends, my friends don't ask me what your sacrifice was for.... much... jesus.

[ID: Mikey standing in a kitchen, as seen from the far side of the table. He raises a cup of tea and says "I *will* finish what *we* started. What *Master Splinter* raised us to do. The last *Oroku*... [will die.]". The three phantom hands of his brothers raise their cups too. END ID]

now. now. hmm. I. That's concerning. That. that doesnt seem good.

but. questions of parenting or perhaps lessons long since twisted, for a quest of vengence aside. I have to ask. Do u think perspective is just hard (to draw and interpret) or maybe Raph just like. Really likes big cups of tea...

Well speaking of him. Wonder how he was holding up in the past.

[ID: Raph, covered in blood, numerous arrows pierce his leather vest, his shell, and his skin. In a low stance he holds his sais up, teeth grit. Framed by a red moon is Oroku Karai, dressed in all red, two swords in backwards grips, and descending upon him. She says "Yes... *We will*!" END ID]

oh... okay then....

[ID: Two panels, of Raph fighting, even more battle damaged. 1. Arm outstretched, hes taken a sword in the junction between his shoulder and his shell almost up to the hilt, bleeding heavily. 2. Blocking a strike aiming at his head with his sai, head partially retracted into his shell. Karai and him are both down a weapon, his other hand empty and both of hers on her remaining sword. END ID]

Man...

So again. The not pictured for sake of. Not posting the whole dang comic and. for. ough boy. of it. Him and Karai's fight is a tragic symmetrical erosion until they end up in the water. Grappling and with one free hand each they stab each other. Great visuals, fucking heartbreaking. Thematic mirroring for the cost of violence for violence... The revenge for the deaths of their father's. (That would be. Assumed death, on Raph's part tho. which, aint that the kicker...)

So like. The suicidal solo mission acts of revenge run in the family huh.... woof.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 26 - Part 1

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

Being hungover and arguing with my boyfriend was not how I wanted to spend my Saturday morning, the day after my birthday and my mother returning.

Yet, there I was arguing and rolling my eyes as Sam spoke with sarcasm.

"Really? For Art class you had to draw Jude shirtless?"

"Sam."

I wanted to pull my hair out because I felt like we were always having this conversation.

"Fuck. It's just a..." I stopped mid-sentence when I noticed a small, squared yellow note attached to the countertop.

I picked it up and there was seven digits written down.

A phone number.

"What the hell is this?" I asked, narrowed eyes aimed at Sam because I had an intense suspicion that I wasn't going to like the answer.

Sam sighed and took a step towards me.

"After you left, your mom came back and..."

Sam stepped around me and I followed his movements as he grabbed an envelope I hadn't noticed before.

He handed it to me.

"She gave this to me to give to you and then she asked if she could write down her number just in case... "

"In case of what?" I snapped, I was towering over Sam as I stood in front of him and refused to grab the envelope.

Something that Sam never did was back down from me, so with his head held high and tilted up to look at me, he said...

"To contact her. I'm not saying you should forgive her but this is your chance to get closure."

I shook my head, muttering.

"You're un-fucking-believable. You really talked to her after everything I said," I scoffed but Sam ignored me.

"For years you blamed yourself for her leaving, let your father abuse you..."

My jaw was clenched and I gritted my teeth.

"Stop talking, Sam, I swear to fucking God..."

But he didn't.

"As if it was your punishment for making your mom leave when it wasn't your fault," Sam pushed on, seemingly not caring about me shaking from how angry I was.

I nudged past him to walk into the living room.

I couldn't sit still, I was pacing with fury and confusion.

My head felt dizzy from the strong emotions taking over like an extraterrestrial invading my body, leaving me ungovernable.

For half a year I've been fighting my anger and I've learned some techniques.

Like going for walks and taking deep breaths and trying to think logically.

It didn't always help.

Especially with Sam not budging.

"Now you can get the answers you need. I'm not saying right now but at least you..."

"Please, Sam," I spoke in a strained but calm tone even though my words contradicted my arduous calmness.

"I'm trying really hard not to punch a fucking hole in the wall right now, so could you please shut the fuck up?"

I was going to explode, snap at the next word to come out of Sam's mouth.

I just wanted silence, a moment to fucking think.

"Okay," Sam stepped close to me, running his hands down my arms then back up.

"I'm sorry, it's not my intention to make you angry..." but Sam's words were cut off when my phone rang.

Sam dropped his hands from me, so I could fish my cell-phone out of my pocket.

"Jude," I said mainly to myself.

"Fuck, I completely stood them up yesterday."

"So what?" Sam questioned, looking annoyed and as though I was ridiculous for being concerned about my friends.

"So, I blew them off," the 'duh' was implied in my tone.

I made a move to answer my call, bringing my phone up and ready to slide my thumb over the green icon when Sam spoke...

"Don't you dare answer that phone call."

"Excuse me?"

Both of our words were threatening and vile.

"We're in the middle of a conversation, Noah. An important conversation but go ahead," he said, daring me to.

"Answer Jude as he is always far more important."

I scoffed but put my phone down.

"You're joking, right? God, you can't get passed your own self-sabotaging jealousy."

"Because all I ever hear you talk about now is Jude this and Jude that," Sam yelled.

"How do you think that makes me feel?"

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, it's your fucking jealousy."

"You think I want to feel like this? I hate the disgusting feeling I get in my stomach when you leave to go hangout with your friends 'cause I know he'll be there and it bothers me. I'm sorry, I hate it, I just..." Sam clenched a hand in his hair and held back tears as he blinked a few times before continuing.

"I just can't help it. I feel like I'm going insane and when you take his side it makes me feel like shit."

"I'm not taking his side, there aren't any sides to take. You're overreacting."

"Oh, wow, so now my feelings don't even matter?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Good job gaslighting me," he spoke matter-of-factly.

"Holy shit, Sam, that's not what I said. Of course your feelings matter but this is what you do, you get all in your head and now I'm the fucking bad guy because you're insecure."

"Fuck you," Sam yelled at me with tears streaming down his face.

"Yeah and fuck you and fuck this. You can get your things and get the fuck out," my words were sharp and demanding nothing less.

"Why? Because the second anything gets too hard for you, you have to push me away? You're a fucking coward, Noah."

I didn't say anything.

Just stood there, fuming and not looking at Sam.

"So that's it?" Sam asked.

"We're done?"

I turned around because I couldn't look at him or I'd change my mind.

Shaking my head, I walked away and to my bedroom.

"Just fuck off. You can get your shit next weekend," and I slammed my bedroom door shut.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 6.24 (after 1900)

1894 – Marie François Sadi Carnot, President of France, is assassinated by Sante Geronimo Caserio. 1913 – Greece and Serbia annul their alliance with Bulgaria. 1916 – Mary Pickford becomes the first female film star to sign a million-dollar contract. 1918 – First airmail service in Canada from Montreal to Toronto. 1922 – The American Professional Football Association is renamed the National Football League. 1932 – A bloodless revolution instigated by the People's Party ends the absolute power of King Prajadhipok of Siam (now Thailand). 1938 – Pieces of a meteorite land near Chicora, Pennsylvania. The meteorite is estimated to have weighed 450 metric tons when it hit the Earth's atmosphere and exploded. 1940 – World War II: Operation Collar, the first British Commando raid on occupied France, by No 11 Independent Company. 1943 – US military police attempt to arrest a black soldier in Bamber Bridge, England, sparking the Battle of Bamber Bridge mutiny that leaves one dead and seven wounded. 1945 – The first Victory Day Parade takes place on Red Square in Moscow, Soviet Union, symbolizing the victory of the Soviet Union over Nazi Germany. 1947 – Kenneth Arnold makes the first widely reported UFO sighting near Mount Rainier, Washington. 1948 – Cold War: Start of the Berlin Blockade: The Soviet Union makes overland travel between West Germany and West Berlin impossible. 1949 – The first television western, Hopalong Cassidy, starring William Boyd, is aired on NBC. 1950 – Apartheid: In South Africa, the Group Areas Act is passed, formally segregating races. 1954 – First Indochina War: Battle of Mang Yang Pass: Viet Minh troops belonging to the 803rd Regiment ambush G.M. 100 of France in An Khê. 1957 – In Roth v. United States, the U.S. Supreme Court rules that obscenity is not protected by the First Amendment. 1960 – Venezuelan President Rómulo Betancourt is injured in an assassination attempt. 1963 – The United Kingdom grants Zanzibar internal self-government. 1975 – Eastern Air Lines Flight 66 encounters severe wind shear and crashes on final approach to New York's JFK Airport killing 113 of the 124 passengers on board, making it the deadliest U.S. plane crash at the time. This accident led to decades of research into downburst and microburst phenomena and their effects on aircraft. 1981 – The Humber Bridge opens to traffic, connecting Yorkshire and Lincolnshire. It remained the world's longest bridge span for 17 years. 1982 – "The Jakarta Incident": British Airways Flight 009 flies into a cloud of volcanic ash thrown up by the eruption of Mount Galunggung, resulting in the failure of all four engines. 1989 – Jiang Zemin succeeds Zhao Ziyang to become the General Secretary of the Chinese Communist Party after the 1989 Tiananmen Square protests and massacre. 1994 – A Boeing B-52 Stratofortress crashes at Fairchild Air Force Base near Spokane, Washington, killing four. 1995 – Rugby World Cup: South Africa defeats New Zealand and Nelson Mandela presents Francois Pienaar with the Webb Ellis Cup in an iconic post-apartheid moment. 2002 – The Igandu train disaster in Tanzania kills 281, the worst train accident in African history. 2004 – In New York, capital punishment is declared unconstitutional. 2012 – Death of Lonesome George, the last known individual of Chelonoidis nigra abingdonii, a subspecies of the Galápagos tortoise. 2013 – Former Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi is found guilty of abusing his power and engaging in sex with an underage prostitute, and is sentenced to seven years in prison. 2022 – In Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization, the U.S. Supreme Court rules that the U.S. Constitution does not assign the authority to regulate abortions to the federal government, thereby returning such authority to the individual states. This overturns the prior decisions in Roe v. Wade (1973) and Planned Parenthood v. Casey (1992). 2023 – The Wagner Group led by Yevgeny Prigozhin launches an insurrection against the Russian government.

[jeogiyo-noona-hokshi]

Day three

Word count: 661

Marcus flips through books as time is speeding by, he only has twenty minutes before he has to battle the best mage in his class. He has only ever been able to memorize one spell, to summon craft glitter. It won’t be useful in a duel, and books are banned.

Marcus is a book mage, he uses his own personalized book to excel on the battlefield. He’s being pushed out of his element, and it’s a duel to the death. In the twenty five years he has been training, he has never been able to memorize any other spell; this will be his downfall.

Time seems to be moving faster than Marcus can work, he found a spell that can be most versatile in this kind of battle, and exhaust spell. The spell will exhaust Jacob and then they can go at hand to hand combat.

It is a well hidden talent that Marcus is good in a fist fight, after all, he is the son of the mafia.

***

Marcus stands at the opposite side of the chamber, the long rectangle room has been stripped of its training weapons. Everything but the torches has left the room. The normally comforting stone room now feels like a prison. It no longer reminds him of home.

Jacob stands on the opposite side of the room. The fight is being broadcasted to the square, where people have gathered under umbrellas to watch the first fight to the death in a hundred years.

Jacob cracks his neck, cracks his fingers. He’s preparing to cast. Marcus tends to go with a different warm up, he rubs the back of his neck and rolls his shoulders forward and backwards a couple times. Marcus starts to stretch his arms and rub his hands. If this is going to end the way he wants, he needs to be ready to fight physically.

For the next five minutes, Marcus rubs his hands while Jacob surveys the new room. All aspects have changed. Making it an unfamiliar territory.

“Mages, are you ready!” A voice sounds. They are alone in the room, but they both know they are being viewed by the whole of the town.

Jacob claps his hands on his biceps in response, Marcus proceeds to fold both arms behind his back and stretch his neck. Both have given their family signs of being ready. The time for the battle has begun.

Two torches blow flames across the length of the room, blocking them into a ring of fire. One person must die, and it will not be Marcus.

Jacob starts by enchanting the fire on his side, making it bend to his command. A ball of fire comes striking at Marcus. Marcus doges to the side, landing on his knees, he recalls the exhaustion spell.

As Marcus starts to recite the spell, his words change and Jacob’s side of the room explodes in a ball of glitter. His eyes widened, he forgot the spell!

Jacob yells, more fire is thrown Marcus’s way. Marcus barely dodges the last one, his arm being signed by the flames. Boils start to form on his arm.

Marcus thinks of the only thing he can do with glitter in this scenario. Marcus recites the spell again, but changes one sentence, making a blading of glitter appear before him. The blade is sharp as the glitter has switched to the diamond glitter the Queen likes to use for her gowns.

Marcus charges at Jacob.

Jacob laughs, not realizing the type of glitter changed.

In one fatal swing, Jacob's throat is slit.

Marcus has won the battle. Mages rush into the room and check Jacobs life line, the line runs flat.

A voice over head announces Marcus as the winner, and the healers bring Jacob back to life; but they leave the new scar of his throat.

The two men shake hands and part ways. Both hoping that they will not encounter each other ever again.

[simp-ly-writes]

Meet the Doctor pt.10

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: The holiday times symbolize the end of the year and the start to your relationship with the town's doctor.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, hinted upon intimacy.

A/N: I can't believe that this chapter of the reader's and Harvey's life together is finally written out and completed! makes me wonder what happens next in many ways...

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

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The Feast of the Winter Star, you and Harvey enjoy cups of your mulled wine as you both chat with Mayor Lewis who looks at you with a certain light and ever-knowing glint in his eyes. You narrow yours in reaction, irked by his I knew it, always attitude while Harvey stands by your side none-the-wiser, taking a sip of his wine and looking around the town square. 

He sees Maru first, surprisingly sitting beside Sam, both looking actively engaged in conversation in contrast to Hailey and Alex who look to be on the fence of a public argument. Alex’s hair was standing up on his head more prominently as he straightened his posture and Hailey’s blush became a bit too apparent- her eyes narrowing at something the jock had to say. Quickly looking in the next direction, Gus and Leah look to be discussing dishes while making grand gestures with their hands and happy expressions. 

It was a picture perfect scene, the large tree looming over them all, glittering tall and proud as a thousands boxes of differing patterns and shapes covered the ground as did snow. Harvey looked down at you, still chatting away with Mayor Lewis and Marnie and smiled, moving a piece of hair behind your ears and fixing your scarf. You slowly stopped mid sentence, becoming distracted by these small gestures as you became engulfed in your own little world with one another, Lewis and Marnie returning to their own table at the front. 

Snow started to fall lightly around you both as Harvey began to cup your cheeks, you could see over Harveys shoulder that Elliot was leaning against the convenience store while talking to Willy. He looks over at you and smiles lightly in a bittersweet fashion, nodding his head in approval your way and turns back to face Willy a moment later as Harvey kisses you gently on the lips. In the process you dreamed to hold a snowglobe of this moment with the man you found love within.

--

Gift swapping comes in full force an hour later, Harvey ends up giving you tickets to a band you have been dying to see in the city. You kissed his cheek and exploded into major thanks, not remembering when you or possibly who told him even as Elliot looks over and smiles at the exchange without you noticing and Harvey mouths a thank you, his way as you eye at the tickets in your hand in disbelief. You end up giving Harvey a green, transportable mug and offer to take him sticker shopping for it soon. Harvey smiles at this brightly and says that he would make great use out of it as he already poured his glass of mulled wine into it; you snorting in the process and him shoving you slightly into the nearby snowbank. 

Hair filled with flakes you playfully glared at him as he offered his hand for you to stand back up, yet you ended up pulling him down alongside you as your frames shaped snow angles in the bank. Never had Harvey felt this youthful and unafraid looking at you madly giggle beside him. 

--

By the time the communal dinner service is over, Harvey invites you back to his apartment for another surprise. Entering through the door first you see the crown molding is covered by multi-colored holiday lights that flicker lightly, a table is sat in the middle of the room, dressed with a singular candle and two plates of steaming food. You wonder when he had the time to prepare this occasion, or who he paid to, but he shushes you gently with another kiss before you can say anything but compliments to the chef/planner. 

A holiday track plays slightly in the background as your hands hold one another's and soon there is no longer a table that separates the two of you. The bells chime as the spirits that sing rhyme and you both fall deeper into one another for the night and into the early morning air that dances itself through the drapes and onto the bed where you both snuggle closer into each other's warmth under the duvet cover. 

--

New Years Eve makes its way into the calendar and represents your current time. You and Harvey had decided to rent a car in order to drive down the coastal roads to witness the celebratory fireworks together. Blankets packed, beers stored in the cooler in the back. You both wore layered clothing and sang karaoke to the radio all throughout your way there. 

You checked into your hotel room for the day and prepared for the night. Having food ordered up to your room, you both made your way over to the balcony that faced the water. Blankets laid across the outdoor sofa as you both cuddled against one another, your head falling against Harvey’s chest as he rubbed circles into the upper side of your arm. Taking the time to kiss the top of your head as you both whispered your countdown and the sky erupted into a thousand blossoming stars exploding passionately- you kissed. 

Happy New Year, Darling was softly stated over the roaring thunderclaps of the fireworks and the clapping hands of hundreds as you both sat and observed the world before you both.

╰┈➤ A/N: The Meet the Doctor is now completed. Thank you all for the love and support of this story and my first ever series! I can't wait to share what comes next in the future, yet in the meanwhile please enjoy my somewhat new series best friends... forever? and what I have to offer currently within the masterlist. Love you all!

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[kbb306]

Kbb306 Presents: Rare Sentences

Everything on this list is something I or my family have said at one point, stripped of all context (although the context doesn't make it any better). It is ongoing as of the post date. Maybe I'll post addendums!

"Summer camp is the fifth most popular way to get whisked off on some kind of adventure. Pushing a button is somewhere in the top three."

"Let's see...cow, bathtub, where's the witch? Hey, Wanda!"

"I didn't want to abandon you, but I had to distract the universe from wrecking your daughter's date."

"I HATE fetch quests!"

"You're a being that eats universes, and you came here to flip me off."

"Why do my computers always end up being yanderes?"

"You can't diss high school AUs. WE'RE a high school AU."

“I’m sorry ma'am, your daughter is a genie.”

"Where's my 85W power cord?"

“I gotta make sure the wishing tree doesn’t explode because of plot convenience.”

“Doctor STANhatten!?”

“Mother Gothel is a robot now, OK.”

“TLDR, the moon is evil.”

"There's a higher than normal chicken per square footage value here."

“She flew away on a magical couch!”

“Spaghetti Cowboys. That’s a new one.”

“How do you distract a herd of feral Willy Wonkas?” 

"Then I got murdered by an evil elevator."

"YouTube was on fire, it's fine now."

"I've run the numbers. We're both bread."

“Did Danny DeVito just steal his own apple?”

“I think that’s the sound of a platypus being sneezed on...”

“It seems the creature is spawning trucks as A defense mechanism.”

“Now it may take a minute to respond, as they are distracted by falling helicopters.”

“I wish I still had the ability to turn into a spider.”

“Sophie is a coconut.”

"Get some help Cheezit man."

"Not now, I'm negotiating a price for my background music!"

"Does the giant kumquat ever get annoying?"

"GLaDOS does NOT bake homophobic boyfriends!"

"So, William Afton killed Annie's parents?"

"Time traveling magic pilgrims are real!"

"Phillip is definitely the better genocidal puritan."

"There is no way he could make evil pants!"

“Mouse brains in general just bring back childhood memories.”

“Exploding bowling balls are funny.”

"We accidentally sent a serial killer to Albuquerque."

"Quit monologuing to the bread Henry."

"Please avoid the grass, it is now piranhas."

“Did your guilt complex manifest as an imaginary Phillip Wittebane?”

"Most kidnappers aren't anthropomorphic cats."

"We could make a Hunter Venn diagram."

"Chloe begins drowning in apple pies and everybody at RHS laughs at her."  

This has been "Rare Sentences" with kbb306. Thank you for joining me.

[sammyboyimagines]

stay gold

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Plus-size!Reader

Summary: Even the strongest people can feel weak sometimes. And Billy will do anything to convince his plus-size girlfriend that she is not what everyone tells her she is. If he has to teach someone a lesson, so be it. 2k words

Warnings: mention of abuse, insecurities, mention of weight, fat-shaming (only a couple sentences), swearing.

//hi! I am so glad this was requested, I have been dying to do a Billy fic and I have also been dying to do a plus-size fic. As a plus-size woman, I am tired of seeing the insecure plus-size trope so I tried to emphasize that the reader is not always insecure because everyone has insecure moments! This is my first Billy fic so I'm really sorry if his demeanor is out of character! ALSO, I can do a part 2 with smut if anyone wants it? Maybe some rough stuff?

Billy always had an eye on you. Even when you weren't dating him, you found that his eyes were always glued to you. It wasn't sexual all the time. Once in a while, he'd catch himself staring at your round ass in your tight jeans as you walked in front of him in the hallway. It drove him crazy when he'd see you talking to a guy that wasn't him. But he mostly had his eyes glued to you so he could protect you. He knew you could handle yourself. A few times, he had watched you punch a guy square in the jaw because of a comment he made. It only made him like you more. You were never too insecure about your looks, and it drove him mad…with lust and love.

It took Billy a while to gather up some courage to finally ask you out. You figured it was a one-time thing since most guys in Hawkins weren't the most public about dating larger women. You didn't mind, of course, you had your eye on Billy for some time too. You admired how he cared for his sister. You'd talked to him before, but going on a date with him made you see a completely different version of Billy. He was caring and very charming, something he didn't really show other people. He even offered to pay for your meal.

Now, a year later, you were still going strong. Billy had been working on his family issues. It was your senior year, and you only had a few classes with Billy. Your short one-hour classes with him kept you going through the day. You had a few people teasing you in your other classes where Billy wasn't present. For the sake of the people teasing you, you decided not to tell Billy. If you told him, you knew he would go off on them.

It wasn't like you to hold anything back from him. Billy had secrets himself, so he immediately knew you were hiding something. "Sweetheart, something bothering you?" He was sitting next to you in science class. He held your hand, something he often did to ground you when you got lost in the swirling thoughts in your mind. He scoots his chair closer to you, his thigh touching your own large thigh. The image of your leg being larger than his made your heart drop in your chest. "It's nothing, Billy. Just a little worried about a test." you squeezed his hand and beamed at him. Billy knew you better than anyone. He places a hand on your knee.

"You know, you're a really bad liar." He smirks, his strong arms rotating your chair so you were facing him. The embarrassment of being caught in a lie made your face flush a little bit. You'd known Billy for a year, but his intense gaze was enough to make you squirm.

"I don't want you to get mad, okay? You have to promise me you won't explode." Billy knew you were insecure sometimes, and he tried every second of every day to make you feel like the gorgeous woman you truly were.

He also knew how upset you got when he couldn't control his anger. That's why he worked on it for months. He didn't lash out nearly as much. In his mind, he perceived you as an angel. You saved him from a bad place, saved him from himself. Without such a strong woman helping him take care of his anger issues, he'd be dead right now. Billy wasn't the best with words, so he showed his gratitude in many other ways. Mainly in the bedroom.

"I promise." he was lying, of course. He'd protect you at all costs. You were his girl. If that meant beating up some assholes in your honor, so be it. He knew you could handle yourself, but it never hurts to have some extra help, right?

"There's just some guys teasing me. I know you said that I should teach them a lesson, but have you seen me? I can barely give a class presentation!" he rolls his eyes and chuckles. "What, why are you laughing?" you didn't find the situation very funny at all.

"You're just so oblivious. Are you listening to yourself at all? I've seen you with people daily. What happened?" Billy knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. "I don't know. Can we just drop it?" you knew what some people thought of you, and it hadn't affected you in the slightest. Until Billy was brought up.

"No, you know what? We're going to talk about this after school, okay? I want to make sure I don't have to hurt someone." Billy assumed this was about some asshole calling you something. He was thoroughly confused about why it affected you now.

He admired your strength, you knew your worth and it was his favorite part about you. Billy truly loved everything about you, including your confidence. Your body was just a bonus. He adored every part of your body, and he wasn't shy about showing you either. In any public setting, he'd always have a hand on you. Mostly because he loved the feeling of your soft plush skin in his hand, but also because it gave him a chance to let everyone else know you were his.

After school, you walked to Billy's car. It was cute how his eyes lit up as soon as you were in his field of vision. He finished his cigarette and pulled you closer, his large hands wrapping around your waist. Billy loved PDA, he was all for it. He pressed a kiss to your lips, the soft gesture made you practically melt in his grasp. "You ready to talk, sweetheart?" his voice was gentle as he leaned against his car.

"We're still at school. Can we go home?" Home was usually your house. Billy didn't like being around his parents, specifically his father, so your house was a spot for him to be himself. Your parents worked, so you had the whole house to yourself most of the time, which gave Billy plenty of time to have fun with you…

"Uh uh, we're talking right here so I can take care of the asshole who did this to you."

It truly hurt him to see you so broken. Even though he had only said it a few times, he loved you more than anything. He loved how strong you were, you were his rock when he was going through hard times. Billy didn't give a damn what you looked like. He loved your plush thighs pressed against him when he cuddled you, your soft stomach being a perfect spot for him to lay on while worshipping your stunning body.

"It was your friends, they said: she doesn't deserve Billy, she's a worthless pig next to him. He doesn't love her anyway." you were paraphrasing, but Billy still got the memo. You felt his hands detach from your waist. He was beyond furious.

"Give me names, baby. I'll take care of them. Y/n, I swear they are idiots. I don't want you to listen to a single thing they said, okay? You are gorgeous. I don't care about your weight. It doesn't matter." Billy tried to keep his composure. The anger boiling up inside him made it hard for him to think clearly sometimes.

Normally, you'd take care of this issue yourself. You'd slam their locker closed on their fingers, flip them off, etc. Billy understood that even the strongest people can feel weak sometimes. You'd helped him several times.

Like that time when he came to your after a fight with his father, he cried on your shoulder for an hour, unable to form the words "I love you". You held him for what seemed like hours, attempting to cover up the bruises forming from his father hitting him. You weren't expecting anything in return, and it made Billy feel like he had found the one. He always admired the fact that you were so kind to him when you didn't have to be. He never told you he had loved you that night, but when he showed up the next day with flowers and snacks…you got the message.

So, you gave him the names and before you could say anything else, he was walking back into the school, his fists balled up.

Billy wasn't the type of person to say "No, you're not fat, you're beautiful." because you were a bigger woman, and he absolutely adored you in every way. He'd rather adore you than try and sugarcoat it. He knew it was backhanded to say that phrase, because you were beautiful no matter what the number on the scale said. In fact, he threw away your scale ages ago, not that you used it much anyway. Billy was good at making you feel loved. It was like he knew exactly how to make you feel comfortable in your own skin.

The doors to the school burst open as Billy stormed out, his mullet hair slightly touseled from the assumed conflict. You knew better than to intervene when he got into his protective mood. It did feel good to get some kind of revenge, and Billy was more than eager to get revenge for you.

He stopped at your side, his fingers wrapping around the belt loops of your jeans. "It's been taken care of, sweetheart. Has anyone told you how good you look in these jeans?" He pulled your hips closer to his, your stomach pressed against his. "Listen to me, doll. I love you more than anything or anyone else in this damn town. Who cares what anyone else thinks of you or me? They're jealous that we're made for each other. You're so fucking perfect. Nobody in this town deserves you. Hell, I don't deserve you, sweetheart."

No matter what your conversation was about, you always knew one thing: Billy would never lie to you.

You could feel tears begging to spill over as Billy held your body close to his. You could feel the heat coming from his body. "I love your body, your thick thighs, your stomach.." he sighs. "I think about you all day- dream about being between those pretty thighs of yours." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his cologne filling the air around you made you lean against him.

"The best part about you isn't your body. It's your smile, your personality. It makes my day. Don't listen to what anyone in this town says about you. They're assholes from a town full of losers. Once I save up some money, we'll leave Hawkins. I'll get a good job and we'll be out of this shithole. You are amazing, baby. Don't you ever forget it." He held the side of your face in his hand, his eyes scanning you for any sadness.

"Don't forget it or I'll have to remind you again." He slapped your ass and smirked when you let out a laugh. "What do you think, should we go home so I can show you what you deserve?" his hand pressed into your back in an attempt to pull you impossibly closer, giving him the perfect view of your boobs from his point of view.

"You know how I feel about this shirt, doll. Are you teasing me on purpose?" he whispered in your ear. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel butterflies. Billy was very charming when he wanted to be. "Let's go home." you couldn't deny you wanted him.

//okay! done! I can do a part 2 with some smut if anyone wants it! I wanted to make the reader not be an insecure plus-size woman because there are so many of those out there, so I tried my best to imply that the reader is a strong confident lady. Plus size people, you are all beautiful and deserving of the best things in life.

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Everything Was White: Part 19

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Summary: After being accidentally revealed to the public and taken away by the government, Danny deals with the aftermath of his time with the GiW.

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Danny was choking. 

He grasped the tube, trying to stop it in its tracks. But the movement scraped his throat, and his vision blurred with tears.

Operative O’s grip on his hair tightened. He yanked Danny up, hoisting him higher off the ground. Pain shocked his body, and he spasmed, his instinct to scream only stopped by the tube. His arm went slack, bouncing on the floor and sending a spray of ectoplasm to his face.

His throat burned, his jaw ached, and he tasted burnt lime on his tongue. Ectoplasm-smeared tears streaked freely down his cheeks.

Operative O ripped the tube out of his throat. “You don’t want the tube today?” 

Danny gasped as air returned to his lungs. He ducked his head, spitting green globs from his mouth. A strand of drool hung from his lips, but he didn’t have the strength to wipe it away.

“Then fine. We won’t use the tube.”

Relief didn’t fill him like it should have. Danny could feel O’s anger pulsing from his body. Normally during their sessions, Operative O towered over him with a smirk on his lips. But it didn’t feel like a twisted game today.

Danny thought back through the day—the fragments he could recall—but he didn’t remember anything abnormal. He’d done everything correctly, hadn’t he? 

He must have been forgetting something. Again. And that was terrifying because it meant that his brain was finally giving up.

Danny closed his eyes and zeroed in on O’s grip on his scalp. It was sick, in a sense, how he almost welcomed that pain, if only to distract himself from whatever horrifying damage was being done to his spine. Even if his world was collapsing around him and his body was shutting down, at least this pain he could understand.

But Operative O wasn’t done. Danny heard the telltale plastic rustling as Operative O brought out another red bag from his jacket. He opened it, and the fresh, putrid scent of its contents wafted into the room.

“If you’re going to throw a tantrum, then you can eat this yourself.”

He pulled Danny to the wall and dropped him. The tile hit his back, and for a moment all life left his body. 

Danny’s mouth hung open, and white blinded his eyes. Fire exploded from his back, burning up his spine, down his arms, through his stomach, up his throat. 

He felt something grip his skull again, and his face was yanked back up. Through the clouded light, he could see dark sunglasses leering above him.

“G–give…” Danny mumbled, unable to breathe. “...bar.”

Operative O sneered. “What makes you think you deserve it after today?”

“I didn’t…”

Words were so heavy now. He couldn’t remember the last time he managed to get a full sentence out. Was it a week ago? Two?

“If you wanted the granola bar, you would have done what Operative Z asked. You would have answered those questions. But due to your stubbornness, Operative Z had to spend two hours on what should have been a quick follow-up psychological report. Do you understand what that meant for our time in the research center, ghost?”

Operative O’s grip on Danny’s head loosened, and he felt his head bob. The pain was beginning to recede, and little by little his eyesight was returning.

And with it, a solid view of Operative O’s face. His thick eyebrows were pulled together, enlarging his already strong, square face. His bald head reflected the glow from the ectoplasm around him, giving him an almost ghostly appearance. Danny could have laughed at the irony if not for the deadly threat suffocating the air.

“I…” I’m sorry, he tried to say. He didn’t know why he was apologizing, just that he should.

Operative O’s jaw twitched. “It meant our time was cut short, and with your pitiful energy source already depleting faster than your useless body can replenish it, it meant that we didn’t hit our quota today. So now you and I are going to fix that.”

Danny didn’t understand why they were doing this. Why wouldn’t they give him human food? Like they used to? If they were mad at him for not having enough ectoplasm, then why were they doing this? 

Were they trying to kill him?

“I put some extra goodies in your bag today just for you. Now either you eat it or the tube comes back out. Your decision.”

His eyes rolled shut. He tried to take a breath, but every movement sent a firecracker of pain through his body. 

The bag was set down in front of him.

“Choose, dog. Or I will.”

Danny’s eyes shot open, a scream frozen in his throat.

He was choking. His chest was burning. Adrenaline seized his body, and the urge to escape hit him all at once.

He pushed himself away—escape—and then he felt the sensation of falling.

Followed by pain.

His vision flickered, and a vague part of his brain registered a thunk to his forehead. He coughed, trying to force his lungs to work again.

Shit, shit, no. He pushed himself from the floor. If not for his hands gripping the carpet, he wasn’t sure he would know which way was up or down.

And then he heard it, Operative O’s chuckle in his ear. Taunting him. Ridiculing him. Forcing him to choose: the tube or his own hand?

He shoved his fingers in his mouth, trying to stifle his cries.

You’re not a dog, he told himself like a mantra. You’re not. You’re not.

On instinct, his hand shot up to his nightstand where he knew the bottle would be. He needed to—just this once—just one more—he didn’t want this—didn’t want to think—just one more—

There was a gentle knock on his door, followed by the sounds of his creaking door hinges being pushed open. “Danny?”

Danny’s hand dropped from the handle of his nightstand drawer as if it were scalding. 

“Danny!” Jazz’s quiet feet pattered on the floor. “Are you okay? I heard a bang.”

Hands touched his arm, trying to pull it away from his mouth, and he jerked back. His head snapped, hitting his bed frame, and a new set of spots sprung before his eyes.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. Danny, let me—”

Danny ripped his hand out of his mouth and growled, “Go away.”

There was a stillness.

He hunched forward as nausea threatened to crawl out of his throat. He was dizzy, he needed to breathe, he needed Jazz gone. 

“Danny?” 

“Get out.”

“Danny, I—”

Hot anger flashed through him, and once again he was reminded of what a backstabbing sister Jazz was.

“Get out!” Danny jerked up, facing her. He hissed, “Stop trying to help. I don’t need you!”

She pulled her outstretched hand into her chest. “I’m sorry.”

When she didn’t move, he repeated, “Get out, get out.” His voice was edging on desperate, but he didn’t care, he needed her out.

“I’ll get Mom.”

“No!” he rasped. “Please, Jazz. Go back to bed.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine. Please, Jazz, please.”

“Okay.” Her voice trembled, and she slowly backed away. When she reached the door, she paused, hesitantly adding, “If you need me...”

But then her voice trailed off, and the unsaid words dangled in the air. After a moment, the door finally clicked shut, and Danny was alone. 

He clutched his hair in some attempt to ground himself, distract himself from the horrible taste on his tongue.

He couldn’t do this.

O was like this disease in his life. He had infected every inch of his being, spreading into his thoughts, now branching into his school. This was insanity, and he couldn’t do it.

His teeth chattered. He reached his panicked fingers back to the drawer.

He needed to bury his thoughts. Get O out of his head. 

Stop thinking, stop thinking.

He fumbled open the bottle and barely managed to tip a capsule into his hand.

This wasn’t part of the plan. He’d already taken one before he fell asleep. He shouldn’t need this. 

But he squashed that thought immediately because it didn’t matter, not anymore. Not with O following him around. Not like this.

He popped the pill in his mouth, swallowed, and buried his head in his knees. 

Breathe. Just breathe.

Eventually, the shaking would slow, his throat would loosen, he would be able to get more air. Eventually, the world would slow. He would be able to drag himself back onto his bed and close his eyes.

Eventually, Operative O’s laugh would dull to a whisper, and then it would disappear.

And when that happened, Danny was finally able to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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“I don’t wanna hear about the backlash,” Danny said, plopping into his seat the next morning.

“Huh?” Jack asked through a mouthful of toast.

Maddie and Jazz exchanged a look. They had apparently forgotten about his enhanced hearing earlier when they had the news on. The story that morning had showcased a cell phone recording—because of course someone snuck a video—of Danny confronting an innocent government agent with his “scary eyes.” He could hear the debates about his mental stability, whether he was human enough to attend school with other teens, whether he should even be allowed to exist in public at all.

Jazz floundered. “Danny, we weren’t going to—”

“Nope. Don’t bother.” Danny plucked a piece of toast from the plate his mother had set out on the table and shoved it in his mouth, not bothering with the butter or jam to the side because toast was toast and tasted equally disgusting either way.“I don’t wanna hear about what the public thinks.”

Maddie sighed. “Honey, I know it’s difficult, but these things are going to happen. What’s important is that now we are aware of the government’s intimidation tactics and we can work with your counselors in having a better reaction for next time.”

Danny suppressed the low growl in his throat and continued stuffing the dry, crusty bread into his mouth.

It wasn’t just the government, it was Operative O. Not that anyone understood this aside from Danny and O himself—and perhaps others in the compound those three weeks. 

But that made it even worse because it meant that O could be the absolutely atrocious piece of shit he was and Danny would always look like the bad guy, the feral creature with crazy eyes and unstable reactions. He would always lose.

And O would always win.

Danny swallowed. “I don’t care.”

“You need to care,” Maddie said, placing his usual medicine in front of him. “You don’t want to get in trouble with law enforcement.”

Danny downed the pills dutifully. “Yeah, well, too bad. I—I don’t care.”

“Danny—”

“Mom.” Jazz’s water glass hit the table with a resounding thud. “Let it go.”

Beside him, Jack picked up another piece of toast and began buttering it.

Maddie sighed.

“Jazz, can you drive me to school?” asked Danny. If it was between his parents and Jazz, he would rather walk to school. But that wasn’t exactly feasible at the moment, so Jazz it was.

Jazz looked at him in surprise. “Of course.”

“Fine, but we need to have this conversation later,” Maddie said.

“Whatever.” Danny stuffed the last of his toast into his mouth and washed it down with water. “Jazz, let’s go.”

His parents didn’t say anything as Jazz walked him out of the house. Her car was in the driveway in full view of the cameras and voices that yelled at him through their recently installed gate, but Danny ignored them. He kept his head down, focused on transferring to the car—a far faster process now that he could walk more fluidly—and slamming the door shut.

Jazz was quick to store his wheelchair in the back of the car and slide into her own seat. She kept her eyes steeled out in front of her as she opened the gate and slowly drove through the crowd that swarmed the car.

Danny shoved his hood over his head and ducked down. “Fucking bullshit.”

She didn’t say anything in response, but she didn’t need to. The tension was rolling off her in waves.

A bold paparazzo ran up and tapped on his window, shouting a muffled, “Phantom! Phantom!” 

Danny made the mistake of glancing over, and a camera light flashed in his face.

“Shit,” he hissed, ducking his head back down. Trying to retrain his instincts to not react to every little sound around him seemed impossible at times. 

He glued his eyes to his jeans and tried to tune out the shouting. Finally, the voices lulled, and Jazz sped up.

“All clear,” she confirmed.

This was probably the worst the cameras had ever been. Well, maybe they were worse during his initial release, but his memories from those first few weeks after the government compound were little more than blank slabs with small splashes of ink splattered throughout.

He didn’t want to imagine how far the video with Operative O had spread, the people who were commenting on it, the opinions floating around.

“Danny…how are you feeling?” 

Well, his head hurt from last night and a headache had been prickling his skull since he woke up. His nerves and anxiety were waiting for his prescribed medication to kick in from breakfast, and the stress of that video was electrifying every muscle.

“Fine.”

He saw her tighten her grip on the wheel. “Did you—”

“If this is about last night, you can—you can stop. Stop talking.”

“Danny, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need your help, Jazz. So shut up.”

Her voice shook as she said, “What happened to all that talk about us being a team yesterday? About us being a united front?”

“That would have been nice, wouldn’t it?” His blood simmered under his skin, and his voice rose with it. “It would have been real fucking nice.”

“Danny, I—”

“No. Stop talking. You fucking sold my—my core out to Mom and Dad!”

“Danny, I helped you. I did what you asked!”

He whipped around to face her, eyes blazing. “No, I asked you to help me get the chip out. Now you—you’ve convinced them to build a whole new one!”

“Yeah, one that will slowly give you back your powers! Without me, you would have gotten nothing!”

It stung to hear this truth spoken out loud, that his parents trusted the words of a halfa so little that they were willing to listen to Jazz over him. The anger in him boiled over, and he uncrossed his arms, slamming his hand down on the center console. 

“Fuck, Jazz! You wan–wanna know something? Wanna know—know why I never told you about Phantom? It’s because of shit like this!” He threw his hands up. “You do things and you think you’re helping. But guess what? You’re not. You’re not—not fucking helping! In fact, you’re only making things worse! I mean, Mom and Dad—the fucking ghost hunters—having remote access to my core? Are you…are you serious?”

“I—I’m sorry.”

“It’s because you don’t fucking listen. You think you know better than me about my fucking core, my powers, and you don’t! And now you’ve got—got Mom and Dad convinced that getting control over my body is a fantastic idea, and I’ve got O hovering over my shoulder with no powers to defend—to defend myself, and I can’t—can’t breathe and you think you did a great fucking job!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that.”

Jazz looked stricken, but Danny didn’t care about her bruised ego. She could be as sorry as she wanted, but it wouldn’t change what happened. “No, no, you fucking didn’t think! I asked you to help me, and you went behind my back with—with your own plan! That was bullshit, Jazz. Fucking bullshit.”

Jazz didn’t respond, and Danny leaned back in his seat, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. He glared out the window at the cars that drove by.

And then she broke the silence. “Danny…who’s O?”

Danny’s breath hitched. 

Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that.

“He’s nobody.”

“Was he the guy at school yesterday? The one that you confronted in the hallway?”

Danny stayed silent.

“Um…did you know him? Like…from before?”

“No.” He shut his eyes, tugging his hood farther over his head. “No, I didn’t. He told me his—his operative code yesterday.”

He refused to look at Jazz’s face to see if he had convinced her or not.

“I know I messed up yesterday. I’ll talk to Mom and Dad about it—”

“Don’t bother, you’ll never convince them.”

“I’ll try. I will, I promise.”

“Whatever.”

“But Danny.” He heard her take a deep breath. “I know you’re hiding stuff from the…from before. Whenever you want to talk about it, I’ll be here.”

She shouldn’t bother waiting. Danny was done thinking about it, much less bringing it up over the dinner table.

“Okay?” she pressed.

“I’m not hiding anything. But sure.”

They pulled into the parking lot, and Jazz drove up to the front curb to drop him off. They unbuckled in silence, and Danny got out of the car and stood as Jazz brought his wheelchair over to him.

He couldn’t wait for the crutches. He hated this helpless feeling, he hated relying on other people to bring him his wheelchair from the trunk of the car.

He just wanted his independence back.

Jazz set it down in front of him and stepped back, letting him slide into the seat and sling his backpack over the back seat like he did every morning.

“Bye, Jazz,” he said dutifully. Because she had driven him to school, even though she didn’t have to, and she’d helped him out of the car, even though she didn’t have to, and she was willing to at least listen to him about his core, even though she didn’t have to. And Danny hated how he had to rely on his family for things like this when all he wanted was to walk to school carefree with Sam and Tucker like old times.

“Bye, Danny.” Her happy, doting mask was back on her face. “Have a good day at school.”

Danny nodded once and then left, pushing himself up to the entrance, hitting the automatic door button, and letting the doors close behind him.

He noticed how the eyes followed him down the hallway. He was sure everyone had seen the shaky cell video, had heard the twisted rumors about the aftermath. He was sure there were some tall tales about different events. Maybe in one story, he broke down sobbing in the hallway. Maybe in another, he pushed the innocent government employee into the locker.

But Danny shut his ears off. He didn’t care, he didn’t need to hear about it.

That didn’t stop the whispers from trailing behind him.

He didn’t bother to check the lockers for Sam and Tucker. He didn’t want their pity. Instead, he went straight to homeroom. No one had arrived yet—it was too early—not even Mr. Lancer.

He put his head down on his desk and tried to let his mind drift off. Unfortunately, all he could think about was his phone in his backpack. And the bottle of medication that he had hastily shoved in the front pocket just in case.

But no, there was no danger right now. He didn’t need it.

But what if there was? A voice in his head whispered. What if O appeared again? 

Then he would…

Danny didn’t know what he would do. He couldn’t really do anything except cower and cry, apparently.

Pathetic.

Not for the first time recently, the impulse to finally watch the court case itched his brain.

He didn’t really understand why he’d been avoiding the trial, why it scared him so much. The mere thought of watching those YouTube streams and video highlights made his mouth dry up, and when one would somehow pop up on his feed, it was instinct that made him swipe past it.

But he just didn’t know why. 

What was he so scared of?

His therapist had broached the topic before, but he shut her down quickly. He just wasn’t ready. And she told him that once he was ready to let her know. They could watch it together if he wanted.

Maybe he should take her up on that. Maybe.

Muffled laughter approached the door. Danny braced himself—stupid, it’s just a classroom—but when the door opened, the rambunctious chatter instantly quelled.

Danny kept his head down on his arms, trying to be as still as possible.

“I think he’s asleep,” a feminine voice murmured.

“Well, good to know some things never change.”

The shoes squeaked into the room, setting up camp on the opposite corner to him. And then the chatter picked back up, something about the school play?

Danny tuned them out. 

The door opened again and again, and more footsteps entered the room, more voices joined the fray, more whispers and low comments floated through the air.

“You saw it, right?” a girl said to her friends. “You were in the hallway?”

A lower voice responded, “Yeah. It was freaky. His eyes were all glowy. I didn’t even know his human side could do that.”

Danny wondered if he should let them know that he had enhanced hearing in his human form too. For some reason, everyone today was forgetting that little fact.

“Well? Did you hear anything?” the first girl whispered.

There was a sharp sigh. “No.”

“None of the videos made out what else the agent said either. Just that first bit.”

Small blessings, he guessed.

“Yeah, and Fenton looked pissed. I wonder if they knew each other.”

“It sounded like it.”

A new voice entered the conversation. “But did you see the way Fenton looked after the agent responded? He totally changed.”

“I was looking to see if any lipreading experts could make anything out. But so far, nothing.”

“Ah, I’m so curious!”

“Me too!”

Just then, the door opened again, and the obnoxious laughter of Dash and Kwan drowned out the chatter in the room.

Danny couldn’t help but tense. He knew Dash had seen the video and likely heard about the aftermath. And now Dash would see Phantom for who he really was: just an unstable weakling. 

Danny waited. Waited for the bullying. The taunting. 

And then he heard it. “Hey, Fenton!”

Danny jerked up to see half the class filled and those two standing by the door.

Dash regarded him for a moment. “Hey, you good?”

“Uh—I—” Danny spluttered. 

What the fuck? 

Dash nodded. “Fuck the government.”

“Yeah, fuck those guys,” Kwan said.

The class murmured in agreement, shouting a chorus of “fuck the Guys in White” between themselves.

Danny sat there bewildered. 

What the FUCK?

Was everyone high? 

Danny had heard a lot of interesting things since his release. But his classmates—most of whom hated Fenton’s guts pre-reveal—on his side?

Was today April Fools or something?

“Um…thanks,” Danny responded, only because he would feel weird if he said nothing at all. 

The door opened again, and Mr. Lancer entered the room. He took stock of the whispers, sipped his coffee, and then merely went over to his desk.

That seemed to break the spell over the students, and the groups all went back to their own conversations.

Danny stared down at his desk.

This was so strange. He hadn’t so much as looked Dash’s way all school year. And Kwan? Sure, Kwan was in his Learning Center class, but it wasn’t like they’d talked. Hell, they didn’t even sit at the same table. And Danny was perfectly content to keep it that way. He already had so much to deal with as Phantom; there was no need to add Fenton’s unresolved trauma to his mental headspace.

“Fuck the government,” he heard Dash’s words echo in his head.

Giddy laughter bubbled up in his throat, but he held it back. It was just so strange and so fucked up in so many ways.

Fenton was a loser. Fenton was a nerd. Fenton was a freak. 

Fenton didn’t get the support of his classmates, he didn’t get a nod from Dash, he didn’t get an agreement from Kwan.

Who was he kidding? He wasn’t Fenton to his classmates. Not anymore. He wasn’t Phantom either maybe—not quite. He was…something else. Some weird monster that existed between those two. He was just cool enough to be left alone, but not quite normal enough to be invited into their gossip circles. Just okay enough to not have classmates insulting his face, and not enough to avoid being the topic of conversation behind his back.

So he didn’t have his normal bullies anymore. He had support—in some superficial sense. But it wasn’t the same as acceptance.

And Operative O, the one who got so much pleasure from comparing him to an animal, who made him eat—

Danny grabbed his hair. He pulled, trying to distract himself just like he did when Operative O was in his cell. 

A gloved hand, hoisting him up by his hair. A tube in the other, snaking its way down his throat. The red bag sat open next to him, taunting him.

Stop it, stop thinking.

Danny eyed his backpack. 

He couldn’t afford to think about this right now. Not when he’d spent these past months trying to forget. 

Why did that memory have to resurface? Why did seeing Operative O have to unlock that box that he’d worked so hard to padlock into the deepest recess of his mind? He had forgotten so much since his release, and he was still forgetting things every day. But that one memory had to come back?

He wondered if anyone was watching close enough or if he could just slip a little pill out…just one…just to make Operative O go away. 

Just so he wasn’t forced to make that decision.

“Choose, dog. Or I will.”

Shame and humiliation crawled in his gut. 

No, stop. Go away. 

“Can I use the restroom?” he heard himself asking.

He didn’t wait for Mr. Lancer’s response before he was pushing his wheelchair out the door.

The hallways were filtering out, the final bell nearly ready to chime, which was great because Danny’s vision was flashing in frames. One frame in the school, one in his cell.

One with O.

He looked across the hall, and for a moment he could have sworn he saw Operative O standing there, waving at Danny, just like he was yesterday.

But then he blinked, and it was just another student, who was smiling at Danny in a way that did not seem friendly in the slightest.

It seemed predatory. Just like O’s smile.

Danny put his hands on his wheels, fully intent on moving past this person—whoever they were—when the upperclassman jock and his friends crossed the hall.

“Hey! Hey, Phantom!” they called.

Danny ducked his head and tried to swerve around these guys, and then they stood in front of him and to his side, blocking his path.

Danny never did well with being surrounded. His core immediately snarled, pinging his brain to switch, switch, switch. 

He shoved that part of him down. He was Fenton, these were humans. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? No green eyes for me?” The jock laughed. 

His friend bent down, putting his hands on Danny’s wheelchair.

Danny nearly stopped breathing.

He couldn’t move like this. He was trapped. All over again. 

“Let’s see how long the school keeps you as their pet ghost here. Sooner or later, you’re gonna snap just like the rest of your kind do.”

“I’m not a dog,” he said reflexively.

He wasn’t, he wasn’t.

“What was that?” There was more laughter. 

“Danny?” a voice piped up from behind. “Hey, get off of him!”

A yellow and orange blur shot in front of him, and Danny felt the boy’s grip break from his wheelchair.

The jocks stepped back, arms raised. 

“We weren’t doing anything!”

“Just introducing ourselves!”

Danny let out a shuddering breath.

“Piss off, assholes!” Valerie snapped.

“Whatever, Gray. Go kiss your fucking ghost boyfriend,” the main jock said.

“So gross!”

“Fuck you guys, get lost!”

Danny instinctively pushed his wheelchair back, watching as the three jocks strutted down the hall, high-fiving each other in a show of comradery.

Meanwhile, he was fighting to stay in the present. Fighting to stay in the halls of Casper High—no, not the ones with O. Operative O wasn’t here. 

“Hey, Danny?” Valerie appeared right in front of him. 

Danny flinched, his fingers slipping through the wheel of his wheelchair. He saw Valerie’s eyes catch the slip-up, the way she tried to mask her surprise. 

“I—I have to go,” he stammered.

“Wait, come on—”

“I need to go.” Danny sped down the hall.

“Danny, wait.”

No, he couldn’t. If he waited, he was going to lose it in the middle of the fucking hallway, and he couldn’t afford to do that.

Not with what was at stake. Not with his freedom on the line.

He pushed open the bathroom door and quickly sped through, watching as it shut on Valerie who—for all her stubbornness—thankfully didn’t follow.

The bathroom was empty. 

The first good thing that happened to Danny all day.

He pulled his bag off the back of his wheelchair and set it on his lap. His vision was blurry, but he had just enough sanity to rip through the front of his bag and hold up a shaking pill bottle.

This isn’t part of the plan, he reminded himself. Only at night. Just one extra, only at night.

But fuck that plan. If anyone was worried, then maybe they shouldn’t have let Operative O inside Casper High yesterday. Maybe they could all fuck off and leave him alone.

Because he wasn’t a human. He wasn’t a ghost either. He was something else, something in the middle, and he was also falling apart.

---

“Mr. Fenton, you can’t just skip homeroom,” Mr. Lancer said, his hands steepled on his desk.

“I know.”

Danny didn’t think he’d take that long to get back to class. But he had to wait until the pills kicked in because he couldn’t go back to class the way he was. He couldn’t.

“Can you tell me why you were in the bathroom for twenty minutes?” Mr. Lancer asked. 

Eventually, Tucker had been the one to pop his head into the bathroom to find Danny occupying one of the stalls. And Tucker had to be the one to tell him that he’d been gone for nearly the entire homeroom period and that Lancer needed him back in class.

Danny crossed his arms, glaring at the stack of manila folders on Mr. Lancer’s desk. “I don’t know. What do you use the bathroom for?”

Mr. Lancer took a deep breath, and then his voice softened. “Ms. Gray informed me of an incident in the hallway.”

Danny’s scowl deepened.

“I was wondering if you would like to talk about it.”

No. No, he would very much not like to talk about it.

And really, there was no need. His body had finally relaxed, and the trembling had stopped. There was no need to dredge that incident back up.

But Mr. Lancer waited patiently, his face still half hidden behind his clasped hands, his expression unreadable.

Just what was up with this guy? Why was he trying to pry? Last year, he wouldn’t have given half a shit. He would have just handed Danny the detention slip and accepted Danny’s empty promise that this “wouldn’t happen again.”

“You’ve had me before,” Danny said. “You know what I’m like. You know, Freshmen year.”

Mr. Lancer wasn’t impressed. “My understanding of previous years was that you left classes to go fight ghosts. Am I not correct?”

“I—yeah.” 

“So you’re telling me that there was a ghost in Casper High an hour ago?”

Danny’s face heated up. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know.”

“Can—can I have the detention already? I have…class to get back to.”

Mr. Lancer sighed. “Mr. Fenton, I understand that you are under a lot of stress. And between yesterday and the incident that Ms. Gray described today, there will be times where you need to, ah, take a break for a moment.”

Danny stilled. Just what was this guy saying?

“So when you have these moments, I want you to go to a teacher or the nurse instead of running off. Ms. Perez and I both understand the circumstances you are currently under. We are here to help you.”

Now that pissed Danny off because oh hell no, Mr. Lancer wasn’t going there. He wasn’t going to sit here and pretend he was here to help Danny. Not after all their history together.

“Because I’m Phantom,” he slipped out.

“Pardon?”

Danny locked eyes with Mr. Lancer and finally said the thing that had been eating away at his mind for weeks. “It’s because I’m Phantom. That’s why…you guys are on my side. I used to skip—skip all the time. I used to run off every week. And nobody cared, nobody did—did anything. I didn’t get help, or an IEP, or whatever you guys—you guys have me on. You all—you just…just thought I was lazy.”

Mr. Lancer knit his brows together.

“So just—there’s no need for all this. Just give me the detention already. Whatever.” He hunched in his seat, glaring off to the side. 

“Daniel…”

There came that tone again.

“I don’t care. I’ll take the pink slip, thanks.”

Another sigh. 

Danny was really starting to hate sighing.

“I’m not going to give you a detention for this.” There was a beat of silence. “Do you understand why I gave you detentions so often before?”

Because he was a fuck-up, that’s why.

Instead, he shrugged.

“It was the only time I could ensure that you would complete the assigned homework. That was why. Every student has different needs, and I needed you under my eye for the hour after school ended so you could do your homework. Do you understand?”

Danny hunched his shoulders. “So why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, the name may seem harsh but it was the truth. They were still detentions given out for missing classes and assignments.”

“But why? I just—now I have all these people and these things. Therapies, IEP, extra help. I just don’t get why now? Why—why not when I was an underclassmen too?” Danny looked up, swallowing the lump in his throat. “It’s because I’m Phantom. I know it is.”

Mr. Lancer pursed his lips. “I won’t deny that this revelation has brought certain things to light. Or, it’s more that things make sense now. After your accident, I presumed you were going through a hard time. I didn’t fully understand the situation, and I am sorry for that. But now we have answers that we didn’t have before, and we know how to help you.”

Danny broke eye contact again. So it was because of Phantom. Mr. Lancer even said it himself, even if he had phrased it more nicely.

Danny was in the spotlight now. Everything about him made sense. 

He pondered on that line for a moment. It made sense. It was because he was a ghost, wasn’t it? And ghosts are dumber than humans. They don’t focus well on tasks they’re not interested in, they’re “simple” and “incomplete imitations of humans.” 

They’re not real, their thoughts aren’t real. 

At least, that was what everyone else thought, right?

“I was smart. Before everything,” he said quietly. “Nobody really knows what happened in the compound. You know? What they…what I did. People—people have these ideas of what happened, they can piece some things together. But…”

The urge to ask Mr. Lancer what he thought the truth was overtook him. And he couldn’t help but blurt out, “What do—what do you think?”

“About what?”

Danny licked his lips, nerves making them dry. “About all this? Everything?”

Mr. Lancer studied him for a moment with unblinking eyes. The silence was unbearable, and for a moment embarrassment flooded over Danny.

He was just being paranoid. Mr. Lancer talked a big game, but he never really liked Danny. He never trusted him. So why did Danny care so much about what his teacher thought?

“I think you’re a teenager caught in an extremely difficult situation,” Mr. Lancer finally said. “But more importantly, what do you think?”

Danny froze.

What did he think?

Huh?

Danny thought about his situation every day. Involuntarily. Even in his dreams, he thought about it. Hell, he had taken extra medication this morning so that he could stop thinking about it.

And maybe, maybe, that’s why his shoulders finally slumped. Why the fidgeting stopped. Where the fatigue finally came from. 

“I don’t really want to think about it anymore.”

“Would you mind telling me why?”

Danny shrugged.

Operative O, the labs, the cell, they all consumed so much of his thoughts already. Really, was it so bad that he just wanted a few hours each day where he wasn’t plagued by what happened? Where he didn’t have to replay his constant humiliation in his head?

He was tired. Tired of feeling like a used toy, tired of seeing his ectoplasm around his cell every time he closed his eyes, tired of hearing his own ragged breaths, tired of smelling the stale air. He just wanted it all to stop. 

“Daniel?”

Danny shook his head.

He couldn’t do this. Not right now.

“I’m sorry for ditching homeroom. I just…” He looked up at the ceiling. “I just got overwhelmed. With what those guys were saying in the hallway. And…I didn’t want—want anyone to see me.”

“What were they saying?”

“You know. The usual anti-ghost stuff. Probably just—just repeating their parents.”

Mr. Lancer studied him. “That’s still not okay.”

Funny. He had never cared about bullying before this.

It’s because of Phantom. 

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Hell is when there's no pain relievers

MINORS DNI

warnings: Dom bottom afab gn reader, sub top Satan, period sex, blood, praise, cramps, a bit of orgasm denial, protected sex. terms used for reader: hole.

"Fuck," you curse as you shake the empty bottle of pain relievers. Having an empty bottle of painkillers is so stupid! You damn whoever in this house put the bottle back after taking the last one. With your period cramps currently killing you, they were supposed to help you get through tonight. This is, fittingly, hellish.

And now you're back to square one. 

You grumble as you toss the container into the trash and make your way back to your room. You suppose you’ll just writhe in pain until it becomes unbearable, then get so angry that you make it your mission to kill whoever caused this situation for you.

The sound of a door opening stops you in the hall. Someone calls your name quietly, and you turn around to find Satan in his PJs, looking like he just woke up. 

Despite being in horrible pain, the grimace on your face is actually due to feeling bad over the possibility of waking him.

"What are you doing up?" He whisper yells. You come up to his doorway so he can see and hear you better.

"Cramps," you explain bluntly, with a heavy sigh. Satan frowns,

"Ah, sorry to hear that. Did you get something for them?" You sigh again,

"We ran out of pain relievers," Satan's frown deepens. "Hey wait," an idea hits you, "do you have some spell or potion that could help me out?" 

Satan looks like he's thinking, "uh yeah, I might. Here come in, I'll check," you enter his room and he locks the door behind the two of you. You maneuver through his room carefully avoiding books, and make yourself as comfortable as you can on his bed as he rummages around.

He reads for a good bit, searching through various books and flipping through pages and pages. "Um," he turns to you, flushed and flustered. "I can't- I don't know where I put the book," you frown, feeling disappointed and mildly angry (thinking to yourself that maybe if he’d tidy every once in a while he’d know where the book he was looking for was). Your next thought is to make Satan help you figure out who took the last painkiller, figuring his desire to do detective shenanigans could actually help you out here. 

“Um but I did read something…” Satan starting to speak again breaks you out of your train of thought, “about how to relieve the cramps," you perk up. 

"Tell me," you demand eagerly. Satan shifts from foot to foot, 

"Well it's… um… it's perhaps a little unorthodox, but you can relieve pain through orgasms," He rushes through the last word, making it a bit difficult to process. Once you do understand what he's insinuating you hum thoughtfully, 

"Is that so?" He nods, fiddling with the book in his hands. "Smart boy," you praise, causing him to smile bashfully. "C'mere," you call him over and he drops the book, quickly making his way to your side. "Are you going to help me out then?" You ask suggestively, and Satan nods his head so fast and eagerly you fear he might hurt his neck.

You run a hand through his pretty blond hair, "I want to hear you say it."

Satan gulps at your command, "yes, I want to help you feel better master," his voice cracks mid way through his sentence due to his excitement. You coo,

“Sit down and wait for me,” he moves so fast it makes you question whether or not you used the pact. You leave to grab some towels, lube, and a condom (because you’re already messy enough and when you’re done you just want to pass out). Before returning to him, you quickly remove your clothes and the thing stopping your blood from staining your pants.

When you get back Satan is clutching his thighs, looking like he’s going to explode if you don’t touch him soon. You almost laugh at his expression, but if he gets grumpy (and he will if you laugh at him) he won’t be as fun, so you suppress it. 

“Did you touch yourself?” you ask, using your pact to force the truth out of him while you set down the items you’d grabbed. You stand over him, making him look up at you from where he sits.

“No master,” Satan sounds strained, like he’s using all his energy to behave. As a reward you lean down to kiss him gently, 

“Good boy,” you whisper as you pull away. “Let’s get this off,” you tug on his shirt and Satan lets out a breath of relief, like he was worried you’d never say it. 

He’s quick with taking off his nightshirt for you, showing you how eager he is. You trace your fingers over the bite marks you’d given him a while back. Satan shivers under your touch. He watches with pupils blown wide, and his mouth parted as he lets out heavy breaths. 

“These next,” you say as you tug on the waistband of his pajama pants. Again Satan moves with swiftness, nearly stumbling as he shucks them off. He removes his underwear as well, earning a pleased hum from you. He’s hard already, but you’re not surprised. Seeing him like this makes your arousal feel like a hot and heavy weight within the room, and you can feel your hole flutter around nothing with anticipation. 

Before he sits back down you toss a towel down, keeping one to the side in case you need it later. A cramp hits you, motivating you to get a move on. 

You settle yourself on Satan's lap, and he brings his hands down to hold onto your hips. He watches you intently as you lube up your fingers. 

“I-I could’ve helped you,” he mumbles as you slide your fingers into yourself. You coo, 

“Thank you sweet boy, but I’m okay with doing it- ah- myself,” the blood and lube together make stretching yourself open an easy job. 

Though you’re touching yourself, Satan lets out little noises like he’s the one being touched as he watches you. He whines or moans, gripping your hips harder every once in a while to ground himself. You wish you’d taken the time to stuff a vibe or plug in him, just so he’d be even more worked up. You wonder if you could get him to start drooling if you touched yourself in front of him for long enough. 

You’re certainly not unaffected by touching yourself. You let out heavy breaths, occasionally groaning Satan’s name to hear him whine. Luckily (for both him and you), it does not take long at all for you to feel prepared for Satan’s dick. Just in time it seems, because his dick is so hard it looks like it hurts. It’s red and swollen, twitching every once in a while, and you’re looking forward to it stretching and filling you up. 

When you remove your fingers from yourself, you go to wipe them off with the towel, but Satan stops you when he gently grabs your hand. He brings your fingers to his mouth, sucking the blood and lube off, and cleaning you up. Watching him suck on your bloody fingers makes you feel all hot and bothered; as soon as they feel clean you slowly pull them from his mouth, so you can get going. 

It takes you a second to open the condom with a slippery hand, but you manage. Hastily, but carefully, you roll it onto him. Satan jerks his hips into your hand slightly, letting out a high pitched moan at the feeling of finally being touched. 

“Master, please, I want to help, use me please, fuck me,” he begs, burrowing his face into your neck. You’re more than ready to get these cramps fucked out of you, so you remove your hand from his dick and raise yourself up. 

Satan lets out a squeak with your movement, pulling back to watch as you align his cock with your hole. When you sink down you both let out a long drawn out sound of pleasure. He closes his eyes, panting at the feeling of your heat surrounding him. You run a hand through his hair as you bottom out,

“Mmm Satan, baby, your dick feels so good,” you praise. Satan lets out a wanton moan, again burying his head in your shoulder. 

“Thank you master,” he replies meekly, clinging to you. You begin to move up and down, working his dick in and out of you. As you do you can feel your cramps melt away, and you let out a pleasured sigh. 

“Hah, think you could move your hips-” you barely get the rest of your sentence out before Satan is thrusting his hips upwards in time to meet yours. You groan at the realization that he was waiting for permission. 

He’s erratic, hitting all the right spots inside of you and making you feel like you’re on cloud nine. Each time you squeeze and flutter around him, Satan moans, picking up the pace. The sounds he makes, mixed with the wet slapping of his hips meeting yours only adds to your arousal. And you’d be correct if you guessed it was bringing Satan closer to his climax.

“Master,” he keens, drooling onto your shoulder, “gotta cum, ah, I’m going to cum,” he cries.

You tug on his hair, pulling him out of your shoulder so you can look into his pretty green eyes. “If you- nngh- cum, I’m going to ride your, fuck, your flaccid cock until I cum,” you warn, trying to sound like a powerful dom, but you can feel your orgasm quickly approaching so your voice wavers. 

With the way that Satan whimpers, you figure your dom voice was good enough. He shuts his eyes and his brows scrunch together as he tries his best to stall his orgasm for you. You think he looks adorable, and it makes you play with the idea of edging him some other night.

Tonight though, with your cramps gone and your exhaustion setting in, you just want to ride him until you cum. It doesn’t take you long, and with a groan of his name you cum from his cock. Satan cums immediately after you, sinking his fingers into your hips as his hips snap into you wildly. He chants “master, master, master,” over and over again as he fills the condom. 

When you both catch your breath from your climax, you shakily rise and help remove and dispose of Satan’s condom. He follows you as you move onto the other towel. You note that, thankfully, your blood only got on him, his thighs, you and your thighs, and the other towel.

Satan makes himself comfortable, cuddling into you as he lays his head on your chest, wraps his arms around you, and kisses your skin sweetly. You brush your hands through his hair soothingly,

“Thank you for helping me, love. You did such a good job. You made me feel so good. And you behaved so well for me, made me so proud. I love you so much,” you praise, helping him leave his subspace safely.

When he pulls his head from your chest you go to move, but Satan stops you with a smile.

“I’ll clean you up and get you what you need,” he offers. You falter, so used to taking care of him. 

“Are you sure?” he nods,

“Of course, I said I wanted to help,” he says it like it’s nothing, but his care makes your heart flutter. You pull him down to give him a loving kiss.

“Thank you,” you mumble against his lips.

“Think nothing of it,” he assures, hurrying off to get things that’ll clean you up. You lay back and relax, knowing Satan is more than competent enough to take care of you. For the first time in your life, you’re glad there were no pain relievers. Though, once morning comes, you’re still going to kill whoever left that empty bottle there.