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Cok's adventure I 🐙

Giselle

Tags : 3k3, Idol Giselle, story, a bit of Smut, creature kink,

Part 2

Seoul, May 28, 2024,

The night sky was clear, sparkling with countless stars, when a streak of light pierced the silence. Like a cosmic firework, a small spaceship looped and whirled before diving toward Earth. Unknown to the city's inhabitants, a small piece of space was about to collide with their urban lives.

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"Thank you for your hard work," the Aespa girls say out of breath as they bow to the staffs in front of them. The girls have just finished their last performance of the day and are leaving the stage through the back. The sound of heels echoes in the hallway as they make their way back to their lounge, followed by their managers.

As soon as they enter the room, the girls collapse on the black sofa at the back of the room, between the various makeup stations, and enjoy a well-deserved rest.

"You've done a great job, that's all for today. Get dressed for departure in 30 minutes," says the manager. But determined to enjoy the sofa for a few more minutes, the girls drag their feet, except for Giselle who, in a rush of motivation, grabs her bags and heads for the dressing room.

The cabin is spacious and can accommodate several people. There is a large mirror on the wall. Giselle puts her bags on the nearby table and takes off her black boots, which lower her a few inches and allow her two beautiful feet to breathe. Although she loves this kind of footwear, she's very happy with the feeling of walking barefoot on the cold floor. A pair of white mittens follows, as does her necklace. All that's left is her black T-shirt showing off her two buddies, and a pink, white, and black military skirt, all tied together with pretty white and silver leather straps.

Giselle spreads the straps over her shoulders and finally lets them fall, still tied to her skirt. She is finally free from the torment of pleasure that is the constant rubbing of the straps against her sensitive nipples. She unzips the front of her skirt. There's a metallic sound on the floor and a cold sensation in her thighs. She grabs the bottom of her T-shirt and pulls it up, rubbing the underside of her breasts as they begin to jiggle.

She looks at herself in the mirror, her body now in sports underwear, her skirt still at foot level, and immediately notices the presence of someone behind her, a pretty Korean woman, still exhausted from her day, stands behind her and their eyes meet. The two women exchange a smirk.

"Karina-unni, you scared me!! Are you here to enjoy the show? you've come at the perfect time," says Giselle, not at all worried about her member's presence in the cabin.

Karina leans against the wall behind her and looks at Giselle “well, I see you still like to make a spectacle of yourself, Mr. Mirror is lucky to have such a slut for himself” she knows that Giselle loves this kind of situation and never hesitates to tease her when she can.

Giselle turns and faces Karina, whose back and ass are now visible in the mirror's reflection. Although she's used to seeing the other members in revealing outfits in her dorm, Karina finds herself staring at the perfectly round bottom of the woman in front of her. The image of a juicy peach comes to Karina's mind. Giselle realizes her effect on the leader and decides to finish her off immediately. The woman picks up her gray panties and bends over to pull them down. As she takes her time pulling them down, Giselle reveals more and more of herself, and Karina's eyes widen as she sees a round, ruby shape pressed into Giselle's butt.

“Meet my friend,” says Giselle with a big smile, Karina is now all red, she didn't expect Giselle to be wearing an anal plug at all during their working days. “You're such a slut, hurry up and change, the others are coming.” Karina replies. "What's the rush, you're the one who came unannounced, look how my ass is taking it so well," she jiggles her ass against the mirror, "imagine if it was a fake mirror and someone was watching us now," Karina struggles to answer and gets ready to leave when all of a sudden, the manager knocks on the door and tells the girls to hurry up.

The show is over, Giselle changes out of her underwear and into a stylish yet casual outfit, a simple oversized sweater, jeans and a cap to hide her face. She steps out of the cabin and comes face to face with Winter and Ningning, who are surprised to see Karina with a flushed face. They enter the cabin while Giselle lies down on the sofa by herself.

As she leaves the building with the 3 other girls, Giselle asks her manager if she can make a detour to the mall. Giselle had always been in the good graces of her managers, the image of a nice, calm girl was just a facade for her darker impulses. her manager has no reason to refuse and goes ahead with the girls, Giselle is now alone. The adrenaline of the performance is still pumping through her veins and the night has covered the city in soft shadows, tonight she wants to escape the often overwhelming life of a kpop idol, if only for a little while.

Giselle adjusts the straps of her bag as she walks toward the mall. She hums a tune, her mind bubbling with excitement for the shopping trip ahead. It wasn't just any trip, she had been looking forward to this day ever since she had placed an order online two weeks ago. Today, she finally gets to pick up her secret package.

Even though it's dark, once inside, the artificial light could make anyone forget what time it is,

The first store she visits is a popular streetwear boutique. The racks are full of trendy pieces, and as she looks through the clothes, she feels a wave of inspiration wash over her. Fashion has always been a passion, and today she wants to explore it freely, without stylists or choreographers to guide her choices. Just her, a piece of music playing in her ears. She stops at a cafe to get something to drink on her adventure between floors. Though trivial to many, she had learned to enjoy the small pleasures of a simple outing in contrast to her celebrity life.

But there was one store she was eager to visit, an intriguing little boutique tucked away in a corner of the mall. Giselle could feel the excitement building inside her as she made her way there. She stood at the door.

With a quick glance around to make sure her cap and glasses are firmly in place, she pushes through the shop's door. A soft bell announces her arrival, and the dim interior, lit by colorful neon lights, immediately envelops her in a captivating atmosphere. The walls are lined with everything from cheeky novelties to sophisticated items, and Giselle couldn't help but smile.

As she browses, her own lust begins to kick in and the feel of the toy she's hiding in her hole warms her body. Giselle rarely went out without her best friend deep inside her pleasure hole, leaving only the ruby-colored head peeking out from her plump butt. She squeezes as she feels the cold rod stirring the insides of her ass, yet she is mesmerized by an array of colorful products, each one more playful and daring than the last. She picks up a set of anal beads, a mischievous grin creeping across her face as she imagines the looks of surprise on her members' faces when she decides to give them away as a prank.

"Maybe I'll get the sexy cat outfit for Karina,” she thought to herself, giselle gazes at the black and white costume, the top barely covering the body, with only a band of fur covering the nipples. The bottom, on the other hand, is a transparent black strip with fur on the hips, the front is open with drawings of a cat's mustache on the opening.

and last but not least a 4 ball butt plug.

“Karina tries so hard to hide it but we all know her sex drive is insatiable, at night her moans of self pleasure can be heard all over the dorm, I even saw some red bite marks on her nipples, she must love her own milk”, she chuckles to herself as she continues to explore, letting her imagination run wild.

"I can't believe it, what's it doing here?" she exclaimed, spotting a cute-looking brown teddy bear on a shelf and approaching the object to take it in her hand. The sensation of softness reminded her of the time she'd caught Winter rubbing her wet pussy with one of her animal toys, the moans she'd let out in a low, lustful tone before exploding and staining her stuffed slave, her eyes full of pleasure. 

She says to herself “This girl doesn't know when to stop, she takes this poor bear with her everywhere, whether in the company, in the green rooms or even at fan meetings. Just imagine her rubbing her dirty and wet hole while talking to her fans, you can be sure she will never let him go thirsty.” 

She notices a small remote control attached to the back, “a vibrating bear, no less” ; she already imagines her little rascal happy for her next birthday.

Now that she had discovered potential gifts for her two Korean members, she couldn't leave Ningning to her own hands, the problem being that she wasn't very open about her sexuality.

"Mhh... What about Ning?" Giselle wonders, knowing that Ningning likes to be treated like a princess. More than once, she's led our staff by the fingertips to get her to do what she wants. Then she remembers a scene when they were training for her comeback: Ningning had got into the habit of spanking her members during their performance, and whenever she got her hands close to their asses, she couldn't help but stick her hand there.

Her face when she delicately slapped Winter's ass during their choegraphy is hard to forget.

She moves on to another section and the atmosphere here is quite different from the others: black leather outfits, eye masks and, in the middle of it all, an assortment of bondage whips with the word "SM" engraved on them, she smiles before saying in a low voice, "After all, a princess has to educate her servants when they deserve to be punished but even though she's the youngest, behind her soft character is a little girl who looks forward to give pleasure.”

After picking out a few items - some for herself, some as gifts, she approaches the counter where a cheerful cashier welcomes her.

"Miss, did you find everything you were looking for?" the cashier asked with a playful smile in his eyes.

"More than I expected!" Giselle replied, her cheeks blushing with a mixture of amusement and excitement.

"I also got a notification that my package is ready for pickup," she adds, unable to hide the lust in her voice. 

"Absolutely! I just need to see your ID and the confirmation code from your notification," he said, tapping his tablet screen. Giselle digs through her bag, hesitating for a moment as she pulls out her ID. She could feel her heart pounding, anxious for her package to be in her hands.

Suddenly, as the cashier turns to go to the back of the store, a huge noise is heard throughout the building, shaking Giselle's legs and sending her into a panic. Giselle freezes, a cocktail of fear and confusion coursing through her body as she instinctively runs to the front of the store, with the cashier right behind her.

Now standing outside the store, Giselle hears over the loudspeakers all over the mall:

"There has been an accident on the 5th floor. Please evacuate. Security will escort you to a safe area. Giselle makes sure her clothes are straightened and walks over to the security guard stationed by the elevators.

—--

On the floor directly above Giselle, an unprecedented event had just occurred: the crash of an unidentified object that tore through the sky and dived into the mall.

The crash site is unrecognizable as the impact sends shards of concrete and metal flying, startling the people inside the building, the crowd flees in fear, alarms starts screaming and the security officers rush to the scene. The hole in the roof reveals the full shadow of the moon, while the lights on the fifth floor no longer work and the cool night air fills the room. In this cloud of dust and darkness now lies the wreckage of your ship.

Your spaceship, a jewel of technology, is now smashed to pieces, the front window shattered on the ground, the rear landing gear cut off at the top and reduced to rubble.

The security personnel who hurry to the upper floors, wondering if some unexplained phenomenon has taken place. And then, from the smoking site, emerge the creature that will forever change Giselle’s life.

This is you, Cok, an alien octopus of vivid hues and shimmering red. Your body is a testament to the miracles of evolution; soft yet tough skin adorned with luminescent patterns that shifted as it moved; two black eyes capable of piercing the night with a single glance; cerebral faculties adapted to survival in any hostile environment; all these gifts of nature contained within such a small frame body. Your eight long tentacles glided effortlessly, taking in the new surroundings as curiosity flickered through his mind like electric sparks.

As you slowly become aware of your surroundings, the vibrations on the ground caused by the running guards, coupled with the deafening sounds of the alarm, awaken your survival instincts and you take advantage of the smoke to flee out of the impact zone and quickly crawl through the debris. Within the chaos, you were able to sneak into a shop whose door had been left open and take refuge in the room's emerging darkness.

—--

At the same time, the guards finally arrive at the crash site. Upon seeing the extent of the damage, they discover that the ground is littered with debris and that there is still dust in the air. It gradually dissipates, revealing the ruins of your ship.

Cautiously approaching, they finally get a good look at the structure responsible for the chaos. Confused at first by its shape, they don't think at first they're looking at a ship from somewhere else. Limited by their human knowledge, it is logical for them to think of a drone accident, deliberate or not.

The arrival of the police and emergency services helped to stabilize the situation. Fortunately, there were no fatalities and only a few injuries, mostly from the shock of the impact or debris from the surrounding area.

1 hour later,

A loudspeaker announces that the mall is closing immediately and that everyone should leave; the facility's security is now in question and there's no telling if there will be another incident.

Giselle has now returned to the first floor. She sits on the floor next to the cashier. Still shaken by what happened and tired, she is forced to go home without her package.

As she stands up, a jolt of electricity shoots through her body as she feels her toy sink deeper and deeper into her tight but wide open hole. She has the feeling that her toy is sticking to the very bottom, the idea of rubbing her fingers against its folds comes to her mind, and she also feels the formation of a small stain in her panties as they rub against her slit. A rush of libido hits her and every step becomes an agony. She's close to climax, but resists as she heads for the exit.

As she walks away and starts to call her manager, the cashier catches up with her and asks:

"Madam, do you still want to pick up your package, it won't take long".

This was the nail in the coffin, the desire was too much in her body and she could not refuse.

"Sure, I'll follow you," she said, her cheeks flushed now, her eyes full of lust, and her breath coming in short gasps.

—--

You've been hiding in the dark for a while. When the alarm goes off, you're greeted by a silence that doesn't displease you. Now you begin to explore your surroundings, even though everything around you is completely unfamiliar. Your tentacles aren't just there to move you; they're also powerful sensors, each with its own brain.

Crossing the room, you find yourself in the back room, devoid of light. You scan your surroundings. You identify metal structures, objects of all sizes and sensations. You are then attracted by a current of air coming from the ground. You crawl towards it and enter the passageway, probably damaged by the crash.

The passage is narrow even for you, and you continue toward the source of this air until you reach a dead end. You're immediately startled by the emptiness under your tentacles and feel yourself falling into the vertical vent. You barely catch yourself on the first ledge and slide to safety.

You realize that taking the downward path would be a mistake to avoid, and that the only solution is to continue blind in the ducts. After crawling about 5 meters, you hear a conversation in the distance and hesitate to continue in that direction. Finally, curiosity gets the better of you.

"Oh, this can't be! Look at this mess!" the cashier vent, accompanied by Giselle, who just arrived in front of the store.

The store, though one floor below the accident, had seen its merchandise knocked to the ground; some of it is still there. The once magical atmosphere was now just a pile of junk.

"Just a moment while I clear the way, ma'am," the cashier announces.

You arrive in what appears to be the back of a store. The environment is similar to the one you touched earlier. A faint beam of light from the shop crosses the room. You examine your surroundings again until you encounter something that paralyzes you for a moment.

Through your tentacles and round eyes, you recognize what appears to be one of your own kind. You make contact with this red creature with eight tentacles and two beautiful black eyes. But something isn't right. You don't feel any reaction from it, and the sensation of touch is unfamiliar, almost as if it were fabricated. Unable to discern the truth, a strange feeling arises in your body. This creature looks like you, but seems so different from you.

At this point, you're certain that the two people in the other room are dangerous. The bodies of your fellow creatures lying on the floor next to you are proof that your kind is not welcome on this planet. In panic, you hear footsteps coming towards you, and you hide in this narrow object. The sensation is pleasant, you feel as if you're being enveloped.

“Madam, the tablet is broken. You'll have to enter the code on the deliveryman's website. I'll pick up your package.”

“Thank you,” Giselle shouted across the room.

Hidden in this container, you still perceive the glimmer of light, the envelope of your hiding place gives you a feeling of security and comfort you have never experienced before on this planet, until the moment when total darkness drowns you, you feel tremors around you, the air becomes thin, but you don't need it anyway...

You hear the loud shout of a human announcing something in a language unknown to you. “Miss, i’ve found your package” 

You realize you're being moved, trapped in your box, you panic, wondering how you managed to find yourself so easily, knowing in advance that a direct confrontation is hopeless, you have no fighting skills, especially not against creatures much bigger and heavier than you, You're sure you've been captured and will suffer the same fate as your fallen compatriot.

"Here madam, I took the liberty of resealing the package, it must have been knocked over by the explosion, in case of damage, I apologize even more, now we have to hurry and leave," says the cashier.

Giselle, who finally has her precious package, leaves the mall before calling her manager to take her back to her dorm. It's been a busy day, but Cok's adventure is just beginning.

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First of all, thanks for reading, I've never written a fic before, but it's something I really wanted to try :) Think of this as an introduction chapter. I know the themes might not be to everyone's taste, but please look forward to the next ones.🐙

[apomaro-mellow]

I finally wrote about stobin carhops

“I can’t believe we got another job using one resume”, Steve said.

“I can’t believe you said we were managers at Scoops”, Robin said.

“How are they gonna check, Robs?”

“Good point. You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The new job at a local burger joint was decidedly in the ballpark of both of their abilities. The only drawback for Robin was....the skates.

“So these are a requirement? Not like, a suggestion?”, she asked, looking at the roller skates warily. Steve was already lacing up.

“They are in fact a requirement”, Cheryl, their current manager said.

Robin slipped and slid while on wheels. Which was why for about 90% of their first shift, she rolled along arm in arm with Steve.

“What’s even the point of having someone skate your food to you? I mean it seems like a total novelty. Purely for shits and giggles for customers.”

“You nailed it. It’s novelty.” As they rolled around the lot, Steve used the hand that was free to deliver food to the different cars. Robin used her free hand to write down the orders.

This system worked for about a week before Cheryl told them they couldn’t do that anymore. The very next day, Robin dropped five orders (two of which were on purpose) and was removed from her carhop responsibilities.

She kept her post at the register and the pick up window.

The uniform consisted of a white polo-style shirt with red accents. Most of the staff wore red pants to match. Some of the girls beat the heat with red shorts though.

“What are you wearing?”, Robin asked when Steve clocked in one day in those very same shorts.

“Uh, the uniform?”

“Uh-huh. Feelin’ the heat lately?”

“It’s been pretty warm the past few days”, Steve said.

“And I best the change has nothing to do with the fact Eddie said he’d be by on your lunch break today.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Steve tried to look neutral but his voice was way too chipper for someone who had to smell grease this early in the morning.

Robin knew for sure Eddie had arrived. She didn’t have a full view of the lot when she was at the register but she did see Steve lose control and skate right into a light pole. That could only mean Eddie was nearby. She let them have their lunch alone, knowing they would be sickeningly lovey-dovey the whole time.

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“You know....”, Steve started. “I bet Vickie would lose it if you were in shorts.”

“Actually, she said my teeth are my best feature”, Robin smiled wide.

“You two are so weird”, Steve laughed through it while mopping the floor.

“This from the guy who spent two whole hours staring at his boyfriend’s hands.”

“I didn’t-”

“TWO HOURS!”

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Steve let out a sigh when he saw that Eddie had driven Erica along as well.

“You already know”, Erica said. “Chocolate vanilla swirl.”

“Erica, I know I said free ice cream for life but-”

“But nothing. You thought you could get out of it by switching jobs. But karma always finds its way back.”

“I don’t think me working at a fast food place is karma. Right?”, Steve looked to Eddie, like he was worried this really was the work of cosmic forces.

“I don’t know...” Eddie leaned out of his open window to get a better look at Steve’s legs. “Feels like karma to me.”

Steve grinned when he noticed being checked out and leaned in towards the window. He opened his mouth but Erica beat him to it.

“You can flirt when you’re not on the clock. Ice cream. Chop chop!”

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It was a slow day for once, so Robin and Steve were sitting on the hood of his car, sharing some fries between them.

“What do you think our next job is gonna be?”, Steve asked.

“I think after this we should branch out. Maybe go for the federal government? Or at least look for managerial positions.”

“Would a place hire two managers at once?”

“One for the day shift and one for the night?”, Robin said, pointing at herself for day and Steve for night.

“But then we’re not gonna see each other.”

“Shoot, you’re right. What about working as mail carriers? You drive, I’ll put them in the box.”

“That’s actually perfect.”

“Great!”, Robin exclaimed. “So when this place burns down or gets destroyed by a quake-”

“Or a flood, or a tornado, or another fire-”

“Point is, we already know what our fallback is. And it’s perfect because everybody always needs mail.”

“It’s kind of crazy how we’ve never been fired. And that our past work places have been leveled”, Steve said. “I really think we could put anything on our resumes at this point.”

“Lemme get a couple of college credits before we start lying to get better jobs.”

“So another couple of months?”

“And you’ll be talking to the new CEO of something or other.”

“Co-CEO”, Steve reminded her, holding up a medium soda.

“Co-CEOs”, Robin tapped hers to his in a toast.

@little-gae-shit

[whereserpentswalk]

You saw an angel shopping at a convenience store. They were just sort of hanging out. It's actually a myth that all angels are less powerful than all gods, or all serve them. Angels exist to uphold cosmic law, while gods are powerful entities but are free to do what they will with that power.

Anyway, you end up going up to the angel and talking to them. It's slightly awkward at first. You expected them to be both more humanoid and more divine. They have a doll like body, made out of white hard plastic with obvious joints, their wings are made out of pure light, and they have black hair and glowing yellow eyes. They're only wearing a t shirt and baseball hat, nothing else. They seem incredibly uncomfortable being here.

You end up saying hi though, and asking them how they're doing. You realize it's not normal to talk to strangers like that but you're doing it. They seem a bit afraid to talk, but eventually you ask them if they're ok talking, and they say yes, and become ok with it. You offer them an apple, they say it's pretty but they can't eat, and they'll watch over it until it dies.

After talking for a bit they start talking with their boss, whose a very powerful angelic knight. They're negotiating with the fae again, and they need to buy some things that fae like, and they were sent to earth for the first time because thats where things are cheapest. They take this task very seriously, in angel culture one is only valued by their ability to serve their angelic duties, no other entitiy of the cosmos has a culture of such strictness. You show them some things you think might work. The apple was one of them apparently.

You end up complaining about your boss a bit. The angel asks you where you work and you point to the office building across the street from you. The angel said that they found the massive glass towers on earth pretty, that only human cities have them, and they didn't know what they were for. You've never thought of the place you worked as pretty.

The angel asks if you're a boy or a girl in a slightly awkward way eventually, and you explain that you're neither, just like them. They're a bit confused, because they thought humans had two sexes, but you explain that you chose the form you now inhabit. They tell you they would choose to be female if angels were allowed to. They tell you some demons who used to be angels chose genders, but that they'd rather die then fall so it'll never happen to them.

Eventually you have to say goodbye to them. They give you their number, it's an irrational number but your phone will call it all the same. You ask to take a photo of them, and they let you, they ask why and you tell them they're pretty. They became weirdly happy about that. You don't think angels call eachother things like pretty, especially not for just existing, for just being there. When you hug them their body is strangley cold, you remember they're closer to a machine than a human in how their body works, it's strangely calming and refreshing just to touch them. Mabye soon you can touch them again.

[jburrgf]

Prudence Girl.

We could stay alone, you and me and this temptation, sipping on your lips hanging on by thread.

pairing: joe burrow lsu x reader (becoming enemies to lovers)

summary: after a year at LSU, your best friend finally convinces you apply to be a prudence girl.

description: college life, frat party, kiss

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It was a relief to be far from home. From Ohio in general.

Now, I have to put up with my best friend, Tracy Evans, rambling about the fraternity and sorority homecoming at LSU and how much she’d love to be part of Prudence.

Prudence, by the way, is a sorority mostly run by a clique of cheerleaders. They all live in a huge house, practically Republican HQ, where they throw parties almost every week.

I find it cosmic and weird that the name is also a condom brand. But hey, no judgments here.

“We have to go, y/n.” Tracy grabs my shoulders, shaking them. “We can’t miss this!”

“Freshmen can’t miss it, and we’re not freshmen,” I say, winking at her. “At least, not technically. I still feel like one, tho.”

Tracy rolls her green eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong, y/n. It’s not just freshmen who can’t skip out. Prudence pledges can’t either.”

“And why does that matter to us?” I ask, frowning.

“Because, my dear, if we pass tonight’s initiation, we’ll be Prudence pledges,” she says, winking as my jaw slowly drops. “I signed us both up.”

“You what?” I get up from my chair, furious. “If you want to be a Prudence Girl, Tracy, go ahead, but don’t drag me into it!”

Tracy rolls her eyes again. “Don’t be dramatic,” she says, stroking my cheek. “You don’t have to go through initiation if you don’t want to, or even join Prudence. I just want your company, you know, moral support and stuff.”

With her puppy-dog eyes on me, it was impossible to refuse. Sighing heavily, I nodded.

“You owe me, Tracy Evans!” I growl, grabbing my black jacket and throwing it over a white T-shirt that says, “Don’t look at my tits, perv” as I leave the room.

I walked across the dorm with a scowl on my face. Sure, it’s good to be away from home, but it’s not like Cincinatti is a paradise. It’s not even close.

“Hey, y/LN!” I turned my head to the left, where Alyssa Powell was calling me. “Love the shirt.”

I roll my eyes with a faint smile. “What’s up, Powell?”

Me and Alyssa knew each other from the hallways of LSU. She wasn't like a friend of mine, but she was cool to talk to.

“I need ya’ help, y/n,” she says, biting her lip. “You know I don’t get along with Abby Griffin, right?”

“I think the whole campus knows, after she grabbed the principal’s megaphone and announced she’d make your life hell.” Aly grins at the memory. “Go on.”

“I need a reason to stay in Prudence,” she continues. “And a great reason would be to mentor a pledge during initiation. And I saw your name on the list…”

Oh, no.

“Aly… Look, you’re awesome, smart, funny…extraordinary!” Aly smiles, blushing. “But no way.”

“Why not?” She pouts. Oh boy, here come the sad faces again.

“Because I have zero interest in being part of Prudence,” I reply, tucking a strand of curls behind her ear. “Mentor Tracy. She really wants to join you guys.”

Aly sighs. “She already has a mentor,” she says, her voice pleading. “Abby made sure every pledge had one before I could even consider it. I’m surprised you don’t have one yet.”

“Oh, that’s simple. I hate every Prudence Girl,” I say, shrugging. “Including you. But I hate you with love, you know?”

I watch Alyssa laugh, throwing her head back.

“Y/n, look, I wouldn’t be here begging if it wasn’t important,” she says, grabbing my hands. “My mom graduated as a Prudence Girl, so did my aunt, and my older sister. It’s a family thing, you know? I can’t screw it up just because the leader hates me for sleeping with Joe.”

“Wait, what?”

I had no idea about it. Fresh gossip, I guess?

Joe Burrow was the new sensation on campus for the last six months. He was QB1 from the LSU Tigers and didn't lose any games in the regular season — at least not until now. I didn't know that guy very well, and honestly, I like it that way. I'm not into jocks, especially the ones with massive egos.

“Yeah. She doesn’t like me because I hooked up with her boyfriend once, that’s all,” she says, shrugging. “Please, y/n…”

I stare into her brown eyes, at her wild curls and clothes far too bold for a university.

“Okay. On one condition,” I say, watching her smile grow wider and wider.

“Anything!”

“I want a room with Tracy, just the two of us. That, or no deal!” I cross my arms.

“Deal!”

[…]

When I return to my dorm, Tracy is there, jumping around to an ‘80s song, dressed in pink leggings, a black crop top, leg warmers, and a headband holding back her blonde hair. She looked ridiculous. Ridiculously beautiful.

“What the hell are you doing, Evans?” I ask, climbing the bunk bed ladder. If joining Prudence means having my own bed on the floor, it might be worth it.

“Aerobics,” she says, smiling. “I do it every day after class for two hours. It’s exhausting, but it works.”.

“You should try it.”

“No thanks. I prefer my soft butt,” I say sarcastically. “Oh, by the way, I’m doing the initiation and becoming a Prudence Girl.”

“What? Why?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be happy?” I frown.

“I am, of course I am,” she smiles. “But why? You were so set against it this morning.”

I sigh. “Alyssa Powell asked me,” I shrug. “If she’s not my mentor, Abby Griffin will kick her out of Prudence.”

.“Remind me to thank her later.”

I lay back on my pillow, thinking about what it would be like to share a house with dozens of girls. Rent is $100, slightly less than the dorm, but that’s not reason enough to join a sorority.

“How does this initiation work, anyway?” I ask.

“It’s really simple, almost childish,” she says, rolling her eyes. “The guys eat or drink something, then kiss us. If we guess what it was, we’re in.”

“Seriously? That’s it?”

“Almost childish, like I said,” she grins.

Then it hits me. “Wait! Guys? What guys?”

“What other guys, silly? Prudence Girls kiss Prudence Boys,” Tracy bites her lip. “I can’t wait to kiss one of them.”

I rub my face with both hands, already regretting agreeing to this mess.

“I bet you can’t.”

[…]

Prudence House was packed, full of students. Nobody cared that it was the initiation for the new Prudence pledges because it was one of the most anticipated parties of the year—alongside the Prudence fraternity’s homecoming, the Kappa farewell, and the random Acacia parties, all of them Republican houses.

Tracy made me wear one of her dresses, shorter and tighter than I had imagined. My best friend did my makeup and hair, not because I can’t get ready on my own, but because I take forever doing it.

In just an hour, I was perfectly ready, waiting for the campus lights to go out and the pink lights of the Prudence sorority, in the back street, to take over. The house was ridiculously large—after all, it housed almost thirty girls—with many rooms, many bathrooms, and a huge party hall. It was in this hall that I stopped to observe the beige walls.

“Stop looking at things like that, you look like a child,” Tracy murmured, elbowing me.

“Sorry, mom,” I teased, hiding a smile. “This place feels like a museum.”

Tracy didn’t respond, maybe because she agreed or maybe because Abby Griffin was making her way toward us, looking determined.

Abby Griffin was the type of girl with queen bee energy. And she really was, technically. For the past two years, she was the “Prudence Queen”. I never knew how we became friends — actually, I didn’t even have the idea that she knew who I was.

“Y/n y/ln, I presume,” she said, eyeing me with superiority. “Alyssa’s new recruit.”

“In the flesh,” I smiled at her.

“The initiation will start shortly, in the backyard. If you're late, you’re out.” I could see in her eyes she wanted to add "along with Alyssa," but she held back.

“We’ll be there.”

Tracy squeezed my hand and pulled me outside in a matter of seconds, making me roll my eyes dramatically.

When we arrived outside, a line of women stretched across the lawn, their nervous and anxious faces clearly marking them as potential pledges. Everything would depend on a stupid kiss from a guy.

Alyssa found me when I got to the end of the line; including Tracy and me, there were twelve of us, the maximum number allowed per semester. Aly smiled and held my hands.

“Your room is already reserved,” she whispered. Aly glanced around, checking the area before leaning in to whisper, “Coffee candy and mint gum.” To disguise her words, Aly gave me a quick peck. “See you later, Prudence Girl.”

I held back the urge to groan that "Prudence Girl" and "Prudence Boy" sounded like names for a girl group and boy band—and they also actively reminded me of condoms, of course. I could make that joke later, after surviving the initiation just because a fling had kindly asked me to.

Tracy watched us with a smile; a nod from her confirmed she had heard what Aly said.

I would call this cheating if I cared about this whole mess.

“Welcome, everyone—brothers, sisters, pledges, and nosy students,” Abby Griffin began, silencing the crowd. “Tonight, we’ll be welcoming our new sisters—those who, of course, pass the initiation.”

Tracy squeezed my hand. Sneaky little thing.

“The initiation is as follows: we have a dozen Prudence Boys here, but you won’t see them until after you've kissed them.” At that, each mentor handed their pledge a black blindfold and placed it over our eyes. “Each guy has tasted something different—maybe a strawberry, maybe whipped cream, maybe vodka... Your job, during the kiss, is to figure out what was in his mouth before he kissed you. Good luck.”

Apparently, a line of twelve boys stood in front of us, aligned like we were. But we wouldn’t be kissed all at once.

I had to endure the sounds of sloppy kisses for several long minutes, along with guesses of foods or drinks—all of them correct.

Tracy squeezed my hand one last time before letting go.

It was her turn.

More kissing sounds, longer than usual. I rolled my eyes beneath the blindfold.

“Coffee candy!” Tracy shouted, earning applause and cheers.

Now it was my turn.

I felt the approach of someone who smelled of cheap cologne and sweat, and I automatically grimaced. This was clearly Abby’s doing.

But before the guy could mess up my night, a voice stopped him.

“Step aside, Oliver.” The body heat from the boy faded as he stepped away, and someone else approached. This one smelled of Dior Savage and coconut shampoo, and I honestly like it more. “She deserves someone better.”

“And you’re that someone better, Burrow?” Oliver, I assumed, yelled.

There was no response. Instead, soft lips covered mine, kissing me gently, while a hand slid to my neck, holding me in place, at his mercy.

An overwhelming sense of déjà vu hit me.

But his mouth didn’t taste like mint gum. Oliver surely would have, but this intruder had interfered.

I didn’t know whether to thank him for sparing me from the sweaty guy or curse him for confusing my mind.

I was still being kissed. His lips pressed lovingly against mine, and at the end of that affectionate wildness, three soft pecks were left as his hand released my neck.

Oh, crap. Crap, crap, crap.

The once-noisy crowd had gone completely silent. Not a single person was saying anything.

Nothing. Not even a whisper.

I focused on the taste left in my mouth, where his tongue had roamed freely.

“What the hell was that, Burrow?” Abby yelled, probably storming toward us.

I didn’t dare remove my blindfold, afraid of what I’d see. Of who I’d see.

“You weren’t supposed to kiss her!” Abby continued.

Someone leaned toward me, and from the scent, it was him again.

“Do you have a boyfriend, darling?” he asked with the sweetest voice he could do it.

“No.”

“Then yes, I can kiss you.” I pressed my lips together as they argued.

“No, you can’t! You took Olly’s place!” Abby shouted back.

I cleared my throat, embarrassed.

“Chocolate,” I suddenly said, silencing them. “You ate chocolate before...”

A soft gasp escaped the boy, low and pleading, before his mouth claimed mine again.

Oh my God...

“Joseph Burrow!” Abby shrieked, furious, while the boy ignored her completely, more interested in caressing my lips with his own.

Damn, this feels so good!

A strand of my hair was tucked behind my ear as my lips were reluctantly released.

“Congratulations, Ohio girl. You’re a Prudence Girl now.”

I felt like I could faint at any moment, but I didn’t remove the blindfold, because I knew who I’d see if I did, and I wasn’t ready for that.

[sotwk]

Happy Birthday to you! Love your campfire party idea! I’d like to request a drabble about Steve Rogers/Captain America.

Thank you so much!

Thank you for the request, @zeldastrife, and for giving me a chance to dream about my favorite superhero of all time! <3 I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you and others will love it just as much. :)

Content/Genre: Marvel; Gen fluffy summer romance

Fireworks

Steve Rogers x Reader

Ever since you were a child, the fireworks show has always been your favorite part of the annual Fourth of July picnic. But now they were merely a convenient cover that allowed you to fixate on the sight you truly wished to openly stare at. 

He must have seen so many firework displays in his long lifetime, and with him being a war veteran (a gross understatement), you wondered if the sound of the roaring, cracking explosions bothered him. But the relaxed expression on his face, tipped toward the brightly, colorfully lit night sky, gave no indication of discomfort. 

Dressed in a plain gray t-shirt, jeans, and a Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cap, Steve passed for a run-of-the-mill all-American, allowing him to spend the entire day mingling with the rest of the townsfolk, quietly charming everyone with his gracious, easy manners, but never drawing prolonged attention to himself.

Who would ever expect Captain America to attend a small town, middle-of-nowhere celebration on such a significant holiday? No one would ever believe it, and none of the folks who had looked the living legend right in the face and spent several minutes chatting him up suspected a thing.

You yourself could still barely believe the entire day, or any of the past few weeks that led up to the present moment, was actually real. Steve Rogers was your date. Your love life catapulted from a woeful, lonely drought to dating literally the most perfect man in the entire nation. To think you had nearly turned him down for fear that this was all an elaborate prank or some cosmic joke. But thank God, truly, for the sudden, miraculous ability to not let your deep-seated anxieties get in the way this one time. 

Steve’s renowned bravery was slowly rubbing off you; you could tell. Every moment you spent in his company, you felt yourself becoming more comfortable and confident in your own skin, as though you were learning to see in yourself what he probably saw in you. Good things that he decided were worth his time and interest. 

That courage began to stir and bubble up inside you while you continued to watch Steve watch the fireworks. You knew he was a staunch gentleman, forever rooted in his old-fashioned ways. Four dates in and he's never done anything more than hold your hand or give you gentle hugs. 

He would not like a girl who’s too forward. The brazen courage smothered down the nagging warnings in your head. Or just give it a try, this braver side of you proposed.

You reached across the small distance between you and slipped your hand over his arm, folded across his chest. His intent blue eyes immediately shifted to you, and the smile he gave made your heart stutter.

Before your courage could get snuffed out, you rose on your toes and swiftly planted a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek.

“Happy Birthday, Steve. I hope you had fun today.”

With the daring deed done, your electrified nerves shorted out, and your gaze fell to the ground, heavy with growing shame. Hopefully the memory of that one kiss would be worth it, if this was to be the end. 

His strong hand closed around yours, squeezing gently, returning your strength to you. That hand then shifted to the small of your back, drawing you against him.

“Today was…” His fingers ghosted across your jawline before resting, lingering underneath your chin. Your own hands came up to his chest, your head was spinning and you so badly needed to steady yourself. Suddenly you noticed his heart was racing, pulsing furiously underneath your palm. 

“...perfect.” His chest heaved as he finally finished his sentence, and for a fleeting, ridiculously giddy moment right before he pressed his warm lips on yours, you realized that Captain America had been rendered nervous and breathless. Just for a moment, but it was all because of you.

This limited edition Marvel fic is a gift written as part of SotWK's Summer Campfire Sleepover 2024. (Requests accepted only on July 11-15, 2024.)

[devilry-revelry]

Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human (Part 5)

Breaking this next bit into parts because it's gonna take me a fucking year to get this next bit ironed out.

TW: Hints at a humiliation kink? MDNI

[Part 1] - [Part 6]

-

Riley stirred to consciousness to Arzok’s low rasping voice, “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me…” -

Riley was asleep. 

Still wearing her slacks and blouse from work, her dark hair still pulled back in a once sleek ponytail, makeup still on – Riley was dead to the world. Completely down for the count. 

And it wasn’t even 9:30. 

In broad strokes, Arzok had been excited for their weekend together. Fuck, he was elated whenever he got to spend a bit of time with his girl, but the finer details of this particular get together left him worked up in a state of almost-anxiety. Was the house clean enough? Perhaps it was too clean? What if Riley didn’t like the meals he had planned? What if she didn’t like his cooking? What if she was uncomfortable sleeping with him, and sharing a bed? 

Ultimately, it would turn out that he worried for absolutely nothing. 

Riley was buzzing with excitement when she found him waiting outside of the office building to pick her up, instead of picking her up at her apartment like they had agreed. Not only did she enjoy spending time with him in the kitchen, but she often snuck small bites of food as he prepared dinner. And then, after dinner and dishes, she was comfortable enough to promptly fall asleep on the couch with Arzok spooned up behind her. The way this little human woman fit with him so seamlessly, when no one else ever had, was incredible and jarring all at once. 

Arzok knew what Riley was to him. He knew it the moment that he saw her. While he was sure he would have rushed to assist anyone in need of help, he knew in his heart that he wouldn’t have had the visceral, whole-body response to anyone who wasn’t Riley. When he saw the fear in her eyes his instincts went into total overdrive. Fight. Kill. Protect. Claim. 

But humans were different from the Magick. While humans could feel the presence of their soulmate, it wasn’t the same for them. Not in the same sort of intense life-altering kind of way. Riley’s soul recognized Arzok, though. He could see it. It was in Riley’s body language. It was in the way she so readily trusted him. It was her comfort in his presence. It was her slipping right to sleep the moment she was safely tucked beside him. 

Arzok longed to have her. Not just in a physical sense but something far, far deeper. Despite the growing effervescent need, he promised himself that he would go slow. He refused to drop the fated-mates-truth-bomb until Riley well and truly chose him with her own free will, without the added pressure of her being his one and only. She chose to go on a date with him, and she certainly didn’t have to go on the second, or the third. The choices were made under her own terms, without Arzok weighing it down with the implication of cosmic influence. While he longed to jump straight into the deep end, he reveled in getting to know Riley in a more organic way. 

It made the moments of closeness — like her falling asleep in his arms — that much sweeter. 

After a time, Arzok opted to move to the bedroom. He liked the idea of carrying her to bed, and making sure she was comfortable but he opted to make sure she had her options and made her choices. He smoothed his hand up and down her back, gently rousing Riley from sleep. It took some coaxing, but Riley eventually sat up. He guided her into the bedroom where he pulled a t-shirt from his dresser. With instructions to get changed, Arzok left her and retreated to the bathroom to ready himself for bed. 

By the time he emerged from the bathroom, teeth brushed, face washed, hair braided back so it would stay out of the way, Riley was sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging a particularly nasty tangle of hair from her hair tie. She was wearing his shirt, the neck so wide it hung off of one her shoulders. The material was pooled around her thighs. His woman was a fucking vision. 

Arzok sat on the bed and then moved behind her, his legs on either side of hers.

“I got it, sweetling,” he said gently.

Riley dropped her hands to let Arzok assess the damage. It was an easy fix, taking only a handful of moments before Arzok worked the tangle free. He collected the stray bobby-pins after. There were a trio of them weaved through the underside of her hair. A couple more where the hair elastic had been resting. Once Arzok was finished he threaded his fingers into Riley’s hair, gently rubbing and itching at her scalp. Riley melted against him with a low moan. Arzok smiled, kissed the exposed expanse of her shoulder. 

“You ready for bed?”

“Mm-mm,” she grumbled in a negative. 

Another kiss, this one lingering and slow. He spoke against her skin, “Finish up. Then come to bed.”

She did as she was told, shuffling to her bag to grab a couple of toiletries, then retreating to the bathroom. Arzok prepared himself for bed in her absence, changing out of his day clothes, and into a fresh t-shirt and pair of briefs. He even went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water for her bedside table, just in case. He turned off the main light, turned on his bedside lamp.

She didn’t come out of the bathroom until he was settled into bed, drawing the covers up over his lap. She seemed a little more conscious when she returned, her eyes more alert and far less groggy. There was a gentle flush to her cheeks when she met his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that…”

“I’m pretty damn flattered actually,” Arzok mused, giving her a slow smile. “I’ve been overthinking this weekend, worrying that you would be uncomfortable, but you were out like a light.”

She hid her smile by dipping her head forward, her hair curtaining down to cover her face. She crossed the foot of the bed towards the unoccupied side. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”

She settled into her side of the bed. She tugged at the neck of her sleep shirt to cover her shoulder, and it dipped tantalizingly low against her chest. 

Arzok’s chest warmed. Riley belonged there, in bed, with him. She belonged in his home, and she belonged in his life and he ached for a time when what was his was considered theirs. He shifted down into the bed, his head resting on his pillow. He raised his arm, inviting Riley into the side of his body. She took up the space willingly, dropping her head onto the crook of his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his middle.

They sighed their content in unison. 

Arzok reached up to turn off the lamp. When darkness flooded the room the absolute ease he felt in his body was a pleasant surprise. The way his muscles - fuck, his whole being -  relaxed in Riley’s presence made him realize how uneasy he had been the past few weeks when going to bed without her. 

“Good night,” Riley mumbled, sleep already swooping in to reclaim her. 

“Sleep sweet, baby.”

//

Riley stirred to consciousness to Arzok’s low rasping voice, “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me…”  His hot breath exhaled against the back of her neck, his hand grasping her hip. He was curled up behind her, his steely erection pressed up against her ass. “Fuck, Riley. Fuck–”

It was then, as Arzok moaned and swore in her ear, that Riley realized that he wasn’t rubbing himself against her but she was rubbing herself against him. Her hips were undulating, rocking back into him in slow, sensuous, deliberate movements. She had stoked her sex into a warm, pulsing heat that she felt in her toes. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry–”

“Don’t stop–” 

Riley immediately stilled. When she did, she noticed Arzok’s uneven breathing, finally took stock of the tension in his body. Halting her movements, she heard Arzok’s barely there, but still bereft moan. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

“For starting, or not letting me finish?” His tone was tense and strained, but still gently teasing. 

Riley’s cheeks flared, and she tried to roll away to press her face into her pillow. The movement made her abundantly aware of the wetness that had gathered in her panties. 

“Yes,” Riley whimpered in embarrassment, sleepy and ashamed and wanting to walk out into a busy street. Arzok reached for her, gently grabbing her shoulder to roll her back towards him. When Riley attempted to roll away he anchored her in place with a hand at her waist.

“Baby.”

“Maybe I should sleep on the couch.”

He chuckled softly, peppering a couple gentle kisses to her cheeks. “Honey,” he crooned. “I’m sorry. I thought you were awake. I would have stopped you if I knew you were asleep.”

“That’s not the part I’m worried about. I… you—“

“I didn’t say no. I didn’t stop you.  I was a very eager participant if that wasn’t uh…  totally clear.”

The way he had held on to her, groaning in her ear, practically pleading. It caused a fresh surge of warmth to radiate through her core, and a fresh wave of heat spread through her cheeks. When Arzok’s hand squeezed her hip in quiet reassurance her toes curled and a shiver crawled up her spine. Riley wanted completion. She wanted to finish what her sleeping self had started but, god, how awkward. Riley woke up in the middle of the night, rubbing herself against her boyfriend like a cat in heat and beyond the treacherous levels of mortification there was a piece of herself that enjoyed it. All of it.

Riley (begrudgingly) liked the body-engulfing heat that came with her embarrassment. Paired with the hot pulsing in her sex, it made her entire body feel like a live wire. Everything was hot, pulsing, and sensitive to the touch. The press of a strong hand, the intimate brush of lips and tusk – both left her wanting. 

Riley liked the idea of wanting Arzok so badly that her unconscious body sought him out. None of her previous partners had ever claimed she had done such a thing, and she had no recollection of doing so. But for whatever reason, Arzok was special. She didn’t know what made him special, she just knew in her heart that he was. 

Riley really liked that she could make a big orc like Arzok needy. The way his low voice had gone heavy, and ragged. The way he told her - pled for her - not to stop rubbing against him. 

Liking those things should have felt shameful. They were. She was embarrassed for taking any sort of pleasure from this crazy little mess she had made, but – she pressed her thighs together, closed her eyes and took a shaky breath.

“Hey,” he managed to find her lips despite the dark. His kiss was sweet, gentle. The press of his tusks at the corners of her mouth was almost grounding until they brushed her jaw and sent a new thrill dancing through her system. “I don’t want you to worry about this. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. Not from me. I can understand if you’re uncomfortable, or not ready, or you’re concerned about not having control of yourself in the moment. If you want, I can go prep the guest room for the night.”

Another breath that quivered and shook. When she went to speak, her voice was airy, and weak, “I-I–”

“Hey,” he said again, still gentle but with a little more urgency. 

The presence of his body vanished from her side for just a second before his bedside lamp turned on. She squinted in the sudden light, but didn’t miss the concern on Arzok’s features as he returned to her side. The knit in his brows almost immediately loosened once he got a look at her face. 

“Oh. Fuck, I thought you were crying…”

Jesus christ. Riley’s eyes darted away, suddenly taking a deep interest in the wall near her side of the bed. She could still see him in her periphery, his dark eyes looking abyssal in the low light. She could see him move as she inspected the crown molding. His hand brushed over her stomach, and pushed slowly over to cup her ribs. 

“Riley,” he said, his voice sounding heavy, low. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Riley licked her lips, and fought to find the right words. 

“Do you want me to go get the guest room ready?”

“No.”

The hand was trailing down over her waist, over her hip. 

“Look at me.” She did. Riley met Arzok’s gaze and almost gasped at the intensity there, the way his eyes drifted down to her mouth. “Use your words, Riley. Tell me what you fucking want.”

“You.”

[sparklingmineraltequila]

American Wasteland

Note: Part three. I realised I never specified an exact timeframe so I'm clarifying that this is the last few year/months of him being undercover, about '94 Rust. I'm an ao3 girl so I'm figuring out how to lay fics out on Tumblr. Deeply appreciate everyone who's reading

Warnings: Drugs, drinking, swearing, smut insinuations and references to past violence but it is a True Detective fic, so

'Do you think we can ever truly talk about God?' Cassandra pipes up, as she's smearing herself in her pre-work lather of coco butter. When the sheen of the grease hits the light, it emphasises the taught expanse of her stomach and the tendons in her calfs. An amalgamation of divinity and delicate mortality; the pathetic fragility of the flesh, blood, skin and bones all knotted together, craving cosmic importance. 'Our soul, if there even exists such a thing,' Rust thinks, 'is just a ghost in a machine.'

Rust glances over to where she is standing in a matching lace, navy set, leg elegantly poised on the counter as she continues smoothing the ointment onto herself. He's lying on the mattress, still fully clothed, as he pinches his cigarette and stares back up to the ceiling. The events of the past few days, a visit to a meth lab in Galveston with Ginger followed by a drug and booze binge, have fucked his cognitive workings into a scramble of old memories and new sounds: the smell of gunpowder on his biker jacket, Cassandra's absent minded humming of an old Willie Nelson song, the brown sludge in his nail beds from when he was draining his Harley's oil, the black grease mixing with the residue of the red, Texan dust. He wills himself to give her a semi-coherent answer,

'I don't believe there's anyone there to talk to,' he drawls.

'I said about, not to.'

'What's your point, Cass? I ain't got the fuckin' will, tonight.' Rust thinks he can feel the chemical reactions behind his eyes; his enzymes breaking down proteins, the Speed throbbing through his neurotransmitters.

She rolls her eyes at him as she swaps leg, 'Chill out, I'm only wondering what you think. You know I value your opinion.'

He stiffens at that. 'Don't do this, baby,' he thinks 'It ain't worth whatever you think it is.' She's been doing this more often, letting that docility seep through the crevices of her impassible constitution. She hates herself for it, he can hear it in the acerbic tinge of her words, when she says shit like that to him. Sometimes, when he really concentrates at the expression in those dark pools of her eyes, he knows she believes she has deserved every horrific thing that has ever happened to her.

'I ain't really got an opinion on this matter, yet,' he says through an exhale of smoke, 'Why don't you tell me yours?'

'I know why, like, logistically we talk about God in modern languages, that's self explanatory. But it feels wrong, like we're corrupting the actual concept of a god.'

Rust doesn't look at her but says, 'Go on.'

'I think speaking about God in a dead language preserves him. Dead languages are frozen in time: absolute. They don't allow the transmutation or fucking corruption that modern languages do which are always evolving with dialects and younger generations,' she pauses, slipping her leg down from the counter as she slides her loose Budweiser t-shirt over her body, much to Rust's dismay. She continues,

'Also, on a more personal, aesthetic note, I think worship sounds a lot more metal in a language that isn't the one I use to order at fuckin' Waffle House.'

Rust snorts at that. He hears the slight smile in her voice as she replies,

'I know it sounds dumb when I condense it like that but that's literally my entire point. Worship is so often so dependent on the words we use and we venerate God in the same language that the televangelists or politicians use to con people on TV, the one that the girls at work use to sweet talk a customer into a lap dance? Seems fucked and incoherent to me.'

'I'm sure you can do that shit in a dead language too.'

'Nah, they existed before us. Whatever we try to imbue them with means fuckall, they don't participate in the reality of our information anymore.'

That gets him to sit up, the conversation staring to sober him up, 'Reality of information, huh? You've been stealing my books again, Cass?' a trace of a smirk on his lips. She huffs at him, stood in the middle of trailer,

'You were gone for three days and class is off for Spring Break, what the hell else was I supposed to do?'

'Buy some decent nightwear?' he remarks dryly. The reference to another one of her seduction tactics gets a mischievous smile from Cassandra . The past couple of weeks, she has been going to bed in some very short and, sometimes, very sheer nightdresses. Despite having made the chivalrous choice of sleeping on the floor of the trailer, chivalry being a virtue Rust is largely unacquainted with these days, his isn't unaffected by the sight of her sprawled out, almost beside him. Especially, when the nightdress naturally rides up during the night; a factor that has forced him to take too many a late night smokes outside.

'Nah, not when I know you enjoy it so much.'

'Cassandra,' Rust warns.

'Shit, full name?' she teases, 'You know, you're the only person who I let call me Cass.' She walks towards him, crawling onto the mattress and lying down next to him to look up at the ceiling. Rust doesn't move, not a goddamn inch. 'She'll know,' he thinks, 'Fuck, she probably already does.' Girls like Cassandra, girls too sexy and too tough for their age, always know. They have to. Growing up in a trailers, apartments and halfway houses, knowing that their tips which become their meals are based on how long they'll allow a drunk patron to stare at their tits or pat their asses as they serve them. They can smell male attraction from a mile off, tongues running over canines in mouths addled with whiskey and cigarettes. Oh yeah, they can tell and they know exactly how to play that game.

Rust wonders if he should feel some resentment towards her for it. He doesn't.

'Oh yeah?' he mutters, unimpressed.

'Yeah.'

'Lucky me.'

'You are. You know how many of your brothers would kill to give me a nickname?'

'Sounds to me like they already do,' his tone being harsher than he intended.

She goes silent and Rust hates himself more now than he did the other day, when he smashed a meth cook's head into a sink 14 times for screwing the Iron Crusaders' supply. The fragments of teeth and filaments of saliva mixed with blood that were left in the sink have nothing on the current look in Cassandra's eye.

'Don't be an asshole, Crash. You know I don't enjoy any of it,' her voice hoarse.

For the first time this evening, he looks her in the eye. 'I know,' tone steady but with a trace of true acknowledgment. Cassandra picks up on it, nodding her head. In these two innocuous actions, both have apologised and are forgiven. She stands up and grabs her duffel bag,

'You gonna swing by, tonight?'

He fucking wants to. Badly. He'd stomach the neon lights fucking with his Synesthesia, the lurid couches and the other Crusaders betting on how well each girl would 'take it'. He'd endure the fucking mire just to have Cassandra looking at him when she's on stage, the lights making her white smile a cool lilac.

'Nah. Can't tonight. Something at the clubhouse.'

'Oh, ok.'

'Poor kid. Like a kicked puppy,' he thinks. For the second time tonight, he can't stand that look in her eyes. He offers,

'You want a ride to work, baby? I'm headed in that direction, anyway.'

Something shifts slightly in her eye. The ball is back in her court. She savours it, rolls it over her tongue as victory coats it in something sweet and tart. Never one to show mercy, Cassandra toys with him,

'You'd give me a ride even if you weren't headed anywhere.'

Rust scoffs, fixing her with a look of chagrin; gleam of affection ,almost, trepidation in his eyes,

'I know, baby. I know.'

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Raine Living At The Owl House Part 3: I Guess This Is A Series Now

When Raine moves in, everyone gets something for their closet as a housewarming gift. From Luz, this is a cat shirt like hers with the word “CATTS” on the front (she later gets these for everyone in the rebellion). From King, this is a series of bizarrely ornate necklaces. From Eda, this is a Bad Girl Coven T-shirt. From Hooty, this is a shirt that says “I SURVIVED THE TUNNEL OF LOVE AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT”

Eda has a matching one, but that’s a story for another time

The family also gets Raine one of the the sweaters everyone’s wearing in that one family photo

Speaking of that photo: they recreate it with Raine. Raine keeps it in their wallet

One of Raine and Luz’s favorite ways to pass time is taking the most weirdly specific quizzes (“Which Type Of Toaster Made In The Year 1998 Are You?” “Which Style of Deadwardian Hat Are You?”) they can find together 

Raine is really passionate about making up for lost time with Eda and her family and is big on family bonding activities, which means every holiday- Boiling Isles, Human Realm, everything- becomes a huge deal for them. After what happened to Flapjack, Luz isn’t big on Halloween, but when Raine pulls together an exquisitely detailed costume based on her design for an older Azura, she can’t bring herself not to trick-or-treat with them. They love it (and get an insatiable love for human candy), and she gets back a little bit of a positive association with the holiday

The Cosmic Frontier movies are, of course, shown during Owl House movie night. Raine learns a few songs from the soundtrack and plays them for Hunter when he’s having a bad day

Raine always keeps a fresh vase of snapdragons in their and Eda’s room from their hill

The two of them reminisce a lot about their Hexside days and Luz is forever whipping out her sketchbook whenever they do to draw the stories. She has like an entire comic going within the first month

[georg-prime]

AaA finale wishes

Things I'm expecting to happen in no particular order:

Next trial is the last one, it's the earth trial but here it doesn't necessarily need a green witch to solve it

Agatha helps both Jen and Billy to regain the memories they lost after their own near death experience

Jen and Billy get out of the road without Agatha but not because they wanted to (either she push them out somehow for some reason, or Rio separate them on purpose then tries and keeps Agatha trapped so that she dies or something)

Timey wimey stuff happen because 'time is an illusion'

we see how Agatha was born/why her mother decided she was evil from birth

We see how Agatha and 'Rio' met and fell in love

How Agatha aquiered the darkhold

Some twist about Nick Scratch

Billy getting his full Wiccan appearance with a blueish suit and a red cape

Jen begins to teach other people, spreading good important witchy knowledge

Things I hope we'll get:

Part of the timey wimey stuff is that Wanda's kids were created from preexisting souls (at least pieces of them) who then went back to the body they were meant to be, hense Wanda's "thank you for choosing me to be your mother". Billy's reunion won't be with Tommy yet, nor Wanda, but with himself: he always has been Billy Kaplan he just also was Billy Maximoff for a bit too

We learn that an other teenager had a near death experience near Westview when the hex went down, but his powers suddenly manifested in a more violent way while he also had no idea who he was anymore. Tommy's souls might still be broken in two which could be why Billy can feel him in a way without really being able to know where he is. Or Tommy really is in a certain institution after he accidentally made things explode, and it's a place build to block all kinds of powers

Explanations about 'Rio', her origins and powers, and purpose. Is she really big cosmic entity Death, or a temporary limited to Earth jurisdiction, nerfed avatar of Death? Is she solidifying people's soul into flowers to transport them? Where does she take them, is it Mephisto's Hell dimension or Dormmamu's or an other - frustratingly - unspecified afterlife place. Would be nice if it was Battleworld for some of them so that we get a chance to see at least Alice again.

Speaking about Alice, if she isn't taken to Battleworld, a version of her from an alternate reality appears at the end.

Implied that Agatha starts or think of starting a magic academy like the MCU's version of Strange Academy

Someone drops the word 'mutant' - like they did in Miss Marvel - for Agatha, and possibly Billy.

Rather than 'Rio' getting Agatha to die in one way or an other, Agatha (maybe with Billy's help) 'frees' her from this Death job, and she just stays/goes back to being a green witch. She's very pissed and might try to/swears that she will directly kill Agatha but it is implied that they might now be more likely to reconcile one day - especially after also having here talked (screamed at each other) about Nicolas.

Billy goes home to his parents and tells them he remembers everything

America Chavez (and/or Kamala Khan and/or Kate Bishop) shows up in the credits

Somehow we learn Sharon "Ms Hart" Devis was using magic so that her flowers look perfect

The Bohner family reunion t-shirt was foreshadowing hilariously, and Ralph is actually Nick - is set up to be an antagonist in a sequel/spin off or something, it introduce Mephisto to the MCU like Thanos was before he appears in Ironheart

Just hopefully it's really as satisfying as they say it is, and not super depressing. In my honest opinion superhero fatigue isn't a thing, people just kept getting disappointed that those movies/shows rather than being cool and fun and safe entertainment, where the protagonist save the day and get the girl/guy, where now almost systematically full of tragedies or at best bitter-sweet.

Just give us some Halloween themed fun please haha 😅

[sifas-references]

Honoka Kosaka Masterlist

Otonokizaka High Uniform (Winter)

Fresh Fruits Parlor

Fashionable Romance

Fashionable Romance [P]

Welcome to the Party

Snow Halation

Bokura no LIVE Kimi to no LIFE

The Princess of the Palace

It's our miraculous time

9th Anniversary T-shirt

All Stars Prologue

Noble Princess

Summer Splash

Cosmic Driver

Cosmic Driver [B]

Wonderful Rush

Muse's 3rd Love Live! T-Shirt

S.I. Collection

Yume no Tobira

KiRa-KiRa Sensation!

All Stars Step

Sweet Chocolate

Muse's First Love Live! T-Shirt

Muse's Final Love Live! T-Shirt

Bokutachi wa Hitotsu no Hikari

Captain Honoka

Captain Honoka [B]

No Brand Girls

Music S.T.A.R.T!!

Tropical Vacation

Summer Splash 2021

Angelic Angel

Smile Parade

Dancing Stars on Me!

I'll Show You Round the Mansion

I'll Show You Round the Mansion [P]

Mogyutto "Love" de Sekkinchu!

Merry Christmas with Muse's!

Bokura wa Ima no Naka de

Colorful Knitting!

All Stars Next

The Miracle Specialist

A song for You! You? You!!

Full Throttle Cheer Squad

Mermaid Festa vol.1

Downtown Patrollers

Downtown Patrollers [B]

LOVELESS WORLD

HEART to HEART!

Colorful Magician

Colorful Magician [Y]

Otonokizaka High Uniform (Summer)

Love Live! Series SIF Series Fan Festival 2023 Anniversary T-Shirt

[bullet-prooflove]

The Box - Crockett Marcel x Reader

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Child Death

Tagging: @cosmic-psychickitty @celilice1 @kabloswrld @crazy4chickennuggets @fredandgeorgeweasley11 @99-reasons-to-live @legit9thlunaticwarrior @telepathay @teti-menchon0604 @depxiety @lelaart @genius2050 @mortal--soul  @alexxavicry @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @kenqki @iworldlywriter @nu1freakshow @kylieramey @nothinbtannika @thebewingedjewelcat @irishavengersassemble

The box sits upon the kitchen counter. It has ever since his ex-wife Claire dropped it off. Crockett hasn’t had the heart to touch it. He knows what’s in it, he packed it himself all those years ago.

Opening that box means confronting the worst thing that's ever happened to him, and he just can’t bring himself to experiance those memories again. He’s built a life on living in the moment and that box reminds him of the time he was planning a future, when he had a wife and a baby girl that used to lie on his chest as his fingers brushed over her feather like hair.

When he thinks of Harper that’s his favourite memory. They hadn’t realised she was sick back then, that her tiny body was trying to fight off the leukaemia. When she passed away it had destroyed a part of him, fractured him in a way that couldn’t be fixed. He had spent years running from that anguish, burying his head in the booze, the surgeries and the women.

Nothing in his life was permanent after that, he was in a constant state of transition. His job was thing that kept him going, his main focus. He looks at the box again and runs his hands through his hair. He doesn’t want to do this, but he has to because it’s the only way to move forward. He grieved for Harper back then but losing a child, it’s an agony that doesn’t really leave you. It’s like a part of your soul has been destroyed and there’s a hole that can never really be filled.

His trembling hands come to rest upon the lid before he lifts it.

It feels like someone has plunged an ice pick right into his heart. The memories, they hit him in a rush as his fingertips trail over the sunshine yellow t-shirt that she used to wear, the one with the glitter and the rainbow on the front.

His eyes are burning when he gets to the green baby blanket, he remembers how small she felt in his arms when they brought her home from the hospital, that pink little hat perched on her head. He picks up the blanket and presses it to his face, even after all these years her smell still clings to it and it kills him. It breaks something deep down inside of him. He feels the floodgates open and before he knows it, he’s sobbing into the baby blanket because he remembers Harper’s tiny hand curling around his finger. The glow in his chest when he’d held her for the very first time.

Your palm comes to rest upon his shoulder, your thumb smoothing over the fabric of his shirt, your lips brushing over the back of his head. There are no words you can say to take away his pain, you don’t understand what it’s like to lose a child. Instead, you do the only thing you can, you hold him while his breaks.

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[absolutebirth]

READ THIS ON NEOCITIES @ ABSOLUTEBIRTH.NEOCITIES.ORG

I watched Revolutionary Girl Utena for the first time on my parents thrifted green velvet couch, HDMI-plugging my Dell laptop into the TV to stream on 9anime (HD to the youtube mirror's fuzzy graphics), and after every episode I would slide onto the floor, pull my laptop toward me, and search up Vrai Kaiser's Utena analysis. I felt an overwhelming amount of pity for those who went into Utena without that sort of guide. It's a beautiful show without a second thought, sure, but like its older brother NGE, analysis is what takes it from a surrealist shoujo with the conventional twist of a lesbian relationship to one of the greatest pieces of feminist television of all time.

THIS WAS ALL WELL AND GOOD, BUT SO IMPRESSED WAS SHE THAT THE PRINCESS VOWED TO BECOME A PRINCE HERSELF ONE DAY

On a first watch, it's difficult to do much more than take in the beauty and strangeness of Ikuhara's mind. Kaiser's analysis is what saved me from immediately needing to rewatch all 38 episodes, what prepared me for the End of the World and let me leave episode 38 feeling like I understood the foundations of Utena and so could confidently say that I was, of course, obsessed.I did rewatch it a few weeks later with a friend, in the insufferable sort of way RGU fans are likely familiar with, pointing out every piece of color parallels, half explaining the shadow girl snide remarks, gasping at early-show visual parallels and giving my friend just a quick "no, no, nothing."

About five years later, it's time for my third rewatch, this time with my girlfriend. There isn't anything quite as dyke-ish as watching Utena with a girl you're enamoured with. It's the sort of thing that makes you feel really, deeply connected to all those late 90s, early 2000s lesbians wearing Sailor Moon t-shirts over chunky long sleeves, introducing their own college girlfriends to Revolutionary Girl Utena, sitting on a tan corduroy couch in their parents basement. There's something cosmic in the simple timeless genius of a show like that. Since I began to read theory and smoke weed, I've only become a worse movie-watching partner, and so to spare her the misery I've decided to focus my analysis outwards, into a resource like Kaiser's.

BUT WAS THAT REALLY SUCH A GOOD IDEA?

This blog aims to be, starting 5/22/24, a biweekly Utena watchthrough with analysis for each episode, with the end goal of both allowing anyone following along with the blog to participate in a communal rewatch and creating a future resource for anyone who wants to read along with something as they watch Utena for the first time, like I had. I also aim to make a trigger warning resource for Utena, because the currently available ones seem to me to be flawed to the point of unusability. If there are any other first-watch resources you wish had been around on your first watch-through, let me know! I can be reached in the comments section of any post, at my email wittctm108@proton.me or at my personal tumblr, @carbootsoul. My About page has more information on my Utena biases, the lenses I'm the most inclined to view the show through, favorite characters, general personal background, post format, and more-- if you're interested in that sort of context, please check it out. Otherwise, stay tuned. Smash the world's shell.

[ivys-garden]

Oh I've got a story sorta like this

My freinds mum works with this women whose children are named Dana and Samantha, which she noticed since she liked Supernatural, but she didn't actually think that this women had named her children after Sam and Dean.

But then she remembered that this women's surname. Was Winchester.

So, curious, she asked and the women just went "What's Supernatural?" And her mum is still embarrassed about it to this day

But more importantly, by some Cosmic fluke these twin girls had the names Dana Winchester and Samantha Winchester. And I find that hilarious

Also, there was the time when I met the family of one of the children from the nursery I "work" at, the child's siblings we're called Mason and Mabel and the mum was wearing a mickey mouse t-shirt, so 90% sure she's a Gravity Falls fan, never was brave enough to ask her though (the third child had a normal name though)

And technically I had a fandom name, I was named after a director by my father, now that could lead to some normal names right? Steven, Alfred, Stanly, Tim.

But no.

I was given the directors SURNAME as my FIRSTNAME

Imagine walking down the street and meeting a Spielberg Jones or a Hitchcock Johnson.

That was me. I was Hitchcock Johnson. (well not actually but you get the idea)

[cosmic-ships]

✖️

What a weird feeling. I don't want to be a "boy", I don't want to be a "girl" but I also want surgeries that remove or replace other "parts" of me (but I'm too scared to open up about it. Cause it didn't blow over well last time I told those close to me....so me actually getting any surgery is like..slim to none.. )

so wtf does this make me?

Once again I am struggling to find where I "fit" ... I dunno if there are words to describe it or what but I'm feeling... Well... Like I'm outside my body at the moment- 😮‍💨 it's hard to explain...

Also feeling like I get judged a lot... Like... I wear make up and it's "she's" so pretty, oh "girly" you look good. I wear t-shirts and sweats and put on a beanie and it's you look like a "boy" what are you trying to be a "tomboy"?

Why can't I just be me without being a boy or a girl? It's these reasons and past reasons (When I thought I was Trans) that I reverted back to my dead name on Facebook because no matter how much you want to be yourself, the world just won't get it. So I am secretive about it now.. I guess I'm scared or a coward.... But I've been hurt so much by just trying to be me so I'd rather fake it till I'm not in shitty situations anymore.. which I may never get out of at this point..

This feels like the only place that I can ask things like wishing to be called Cosmic and people do and you all only knowing me as Kaden instead of a name I've long since left behind. You respect my pronouns and never once did I have to correct anyone.

This is the only place I can share my feelings without feeling judged-

Finding it hard to exist in real life at the moment and I just want to know when I can be brave enough again to step out and tell the world who I am. (Cause god knows right now in my situation I cannot.. my mom would not understand and say some pretty nasty things about it.. and she would out me to everyone and the people she knows are very anti-lgbtqa+)

safety over happiness I guess..

Thanks for reading if you did, I'm just feeling a little alone in this at the moment and needed to vent.

[empressofthesunwriter]

Cosmic Phantoms

What do you get if you put a sassy Half-Ghost, a bubbly Magical Ghostly Girl, a strongwilled Goth and a skirt-chasing Tech-Nerd together?

Well, the greatest Ghost Hunting Team on Earth!

Join Danny, Julia, Sam and Tucker on their crazy adventures.

Puberty is a joke against the forces they are up to

Shades of Gray

#NO COMMENTS NO CHAPTER

I had fun writing this chapter, even if it took a while to finish it.

For all of you who also read Beauty Is A Curse, I am currently struggling with it, I hope I will soon break the Writer's Block there.

Now please enjoy the chapter!

(*)

Danny's day just kept getting better and better!

First, Dash wanted to take out his frustration on him because the football star received a D in English.

Then, he accidentally spilt Paulina's coffee all over Valerie Gray's new shirt, and now she wanted revenge on him too.

As a result, Kwan was chasing after him as well!

The two football players nearly caught him when Danny felt hands on his shoulders.

Suddenly, he turned invisible and intangible.

He looked up to see Julia holding onto him, and she quickly took them out of the school and into the parking lot.

"Oh, Julie, you are a lifesaver!", Danny exclaimed as she landed beside him.

She giggled and patted his back. "Forgot for a second that you had ghost powers, huh, Danny?"

Crap! She was right!

Danny facepalmed hard at his stupidity while Julia continued to pat his back. "It happens, Danny, it happens."

Just then, both of their Ghost Senses tingled.

Ready to fight, they turned around and saw...

"Oh my gosh, a puppy!", Julia exclaimed.

"A ghost puppy," Danny clarified.

Julia picked up the ghost puppy, and it licked her face, making her laugh. "Aww, you are a sweetheart!", she said.

They both noticed a tag on its collar with an “A” and four electrons orbiting it.

Curious, Julia flipped the tag to see if their new puppy friend had a name.

"His name is Cujo! Aww! So cute!", she gushed.

Danny patted Cujo on the head and smiled. "He is like Dash but with better breath. Now this we can handle."

Suddenly Cujo jumps from Julia's arms and transforms into a huge and unhappy-looking version of himself.

The Halfa's pale.

"Or not."

(*)

For the next hours, Danny Phantom and Julie Cosmos try to catch the crazy and huge turned Cujo around Amity Park, leaving a trail of destruction on their way.

Cosmos hopes everyone is insured.

They chase after Cujo to the Axion Laboratory.

Great.

What does he want there, in a place Adeline Axion-Masters owns?

As they try to pull Cujo away from the lab's titanium armoured doors, the ghost dog makes huge dens in it and sends them flying into the lab.

They land painful on their backs before Valerie and other people.

"What are you two?!", asks Valerie shrill.

Then Cujo enters the room and shakes his head, spraying green glowing slobber all over, but particularly on Valerie.

"I'll tell you what I'm not: coated in dog saliva.", grins Phantom amused, while Valerie screams in anger and disgust.

Without a care in the world, Cujo runs deeper into the labs.

"No, bad dog! Come here!", shouts Cosmos.

She and Phantom run after him.

The ghost dog and the Halfa turn intangible, phasing through an armoured door. Cujo then begins to destroy the lab, knocking over expensive equipment and causing significant damage.

Phantom and Cosmos grap Cujo by his collar, but the ghost dog just drags them along in his path of destruction.

The guards try to stop them and even their security system fails, because they turn all just intangible.

Cosmos, Phantom and Cujo phase out the lab, while Valerie's dad gets fired.

Not that they know it, but they will soon.

For the moment Cujo has outpowered himself, which means Cosmos can grab him now.

The Halfa's fly with their little charge to the Fenton Homes and Cosmos puts him gently into the Ghost Portal.

Phantom closes it with a sign.

What a day!

(*)

The next days word spreads about how Valerie's father lost his job and with it their wealth.

Our quartet drives past the Gray Mansion on their scooters.

Without a word, they stop.

"Whoa! Talk about rock bottom.", says Sam, as they all climb down from their scooters. "They're selling everything they own in a yard sale."

"I feel bad. If I could have stopped that ghost dog none of this would have happened.", signs Danny.

Julia nods in agreement.

"Cujo was for us both a big number, I feel so bad too. We really messed up this time."

Mr Gray walks out of the house carrying a box marked "Family Photos" and goes back in, glumly.

"She's having a hard week.", points Tucker out and then brightens. "Which means, I can catch her on the rebound! Suh-weet!"

On point, Valerie comes out of her house carrying a large box marked "Val's Clothes".

Tucker goes up to Valerie to make a pass.

"Hey, Val. I heard what happened."

"Oh, great.", she huffs. "Word's already oozed down to the bottom of the social grapevine."

Danny and the girls walk also up to them.

"Hey, come on. I know you're upset. But he just wants to help. We all do.", tells Danny.

"I don't.", makes Sam clear, crossing her arms.

"Samantha be nice.", tutts Julia.

"Most of us do. More than three-fours.", says Tucker.

"Thanks, but I'll pass.", gritts out Valerie.

Of course, that's when Danny and Julia's Ghost Senses go off and with a lame excuse they jump on their scooters and drive away.

Only to return to the Gray Mansion as Danny Phantom and Julia Cosmos.

They phase out of the ground and there is Cujo in his big angry form.

"Cujo! What are you doing here?", wonders Cosmos.

"And how did you get out of the Ghost Zone?", adds Phantom.

Cujo growls at them, but Phantom scratches him under his chin.

Happy the ghost dog barks and turns into his puppy form.

"Well, ghost dogs are a lot more entertaining than regular dogs.", musses Phantom to Cosmos, before he lands and looks in disgust at his boot. "Oh, great. Invisible dog poo."

"I stay better up here in the air.", makes Cosmos a disgusted face.

An angry Valerie walks up to them.

"Whatever you two are, get out of here! You and you're stupid dog have done enough!"

"Wait, Miss, this is not-"

Cosmos can't end her sentence as Cujo bites down on Phantom's ankles and drags him around.

"No, bad, Cujo!", calls Cosmos.

"Come on, not again!", groans Phantom.

Cujo doesn't care and drags Phantom into the moving van, where they destroy anything before Phantom can catch him.

Cosmos joins them and they fly back to the Fenton Ghost Portal.

"Okay, Cujo, in you go.", tells Phantom and throws the ghost dog into the Ghost Zone.

"Danny! Poor Cujo!"

"Ah, don't be like that Julie."

The boy stares at his ghost dog's saliva-covered hands.

"Bleech, that's it, I'm getting a hamster."

The two Halfa fly out of the lab, but not with Cosmos saying: "You still shouldn't have thrown him."

(*)

At lunchtime at Casper High, Sam and Julia look on in disgust at how Danny and Tucker wolf down their food using both hands.

There goes their appetite.

However they and probably the whole school see how Valerie gets kicked out from the A-Listers since she isn't rich anymore.

Sad she sits down alone at a table.

"Whoa, brutal.", sums it up Tucker perfect.

"Did you see that?", asks Danny. "Valerie just got scorched by her friends."

"Maybe she needs better friends.", finds Sam.

"My thoughts exactly!"

With that Tucker is up and going to hit again on Valerie.

"Well, he doesn't give up, I give him that.", musses Julia.

Long they can not watch Tucker miserable flirt since Cujo, again, appears and destroys nearly the whole cafeteria.

Everybody runs away in fright, besides Sam, Danny and Julia who are still sitting.

"You two aren't much of a dog catchers.", tells Sam dry.

"Yeah, no kidding. Who let the dogs in?"

Sam was not amused, while Julia snorts.

"See, the song is "Who let the dogs out?" but I said, "Who let the dogs in?". I'll be right back."

Danny ducks under the table to transform.

"Bring some new jokes."

"I better help him."

Julia ducks also under the table to transform.

"Bring a better sense of humour."

Phantom and Cosmos fly up to Cujo who has the lunch lady in his mouth.

"Nice doggy. Easy.", coos Cosmos.

"That lady isn't edible, and neither is anything she cooks.", adds Phantom.

Cujo drops the lunch lady, happy to see them again.

"And neither are we!", they shout together, but too late Cujo tackles them and they phase out of Casper High.

(*)

Danny Phantom and Julie Cosmos stand together on a hill in one of the parks of Amity Park discussing their dog problem.

"I'm telling you, this is one bad dog! No matter how many times we toss him into the ghost zone, he digs his way out through the Fenton Portal and he comes back to us!", laments the boy.

"We are the only Half-Ghosts around her, no wonder he got attached.", reminds Cosmos with her hands on her hips. "We need to train him, ghost or not he is still a dog."

"And how, pray and tell are we supposed to do this, Julie."

Smiling Julie holds up a book.

"Dogtraining for dimwits?"

"It's worth a shot."

Phantom signs and nods at her.

"Okay, let's do this."

Smiling more Cosmos read aloud the first instruction: "A dog's hearing is much more acute than a human's."

"Which means...", humms Phantom in thought and then whistles loudly.

Indeed Cujo appears and runs up to them!

"Hand signals, along with vocal commands, can be a powerful combination.", continues Cosmos.

Understanding Phantom pulls a hand out and shouts a loud stop.

The little ghost puppy stops.

"That's weird. This dog is already trained.". thinks Phantom a loud.

"I don't like in which direction this is going.", gulps Cosmos.

She has a bad feeling in her stomach.

However, it's forgotten as Cujo tackles them both and they roll down the hill.

The puppy licks Cosmos' cheek.

"Well he is kind of trained.", corrects Phantom amused.

Out of nowhere, they hear and then see missiles coming towards them!

Cosmos grasp Cujo and she and Phantom jump in time out of the way.

When they land back down Cosmos places Cujo on the ground.

"Sit, boy!", she commands.

Like a good dog Cujo listens, so the two Halfa can turn to whoever attacks them.

It turns out to be a female in a stylish red suit on a hoverboard.

They can dodge most of her weapon attacks, but the little saws actually cut them!

This shocks the Halfas and makes them realize what danger this Red Huntress is!

Cujo comes to their aid and helps them to dodge the attacks of the Red Huntress.

The Red Huntress smashes against a tree which gives Phantom the time to make a little energy ball which Cujo should catch.

"Julie, we have to detransform!", shouts Phantom in panic as they see how the Red Huntress is back up.

"Trust me!", Cosmos just yells and tackles him into the bushes.

"No escaping me now, ghost boy and ghost girl!", cackles the Red Huntress only to stop and blink before the scene before her.

Julia Heinrich, the pretty red-haired girl who could be with her looks an A-Lister, is pinning Danny Fenton, the biggest loser in all of Casper High, on the ground by the hands and kisses him!

What the heck?!

Suddenly with a loud gasp, Julia stops to kiss Danny and turns pissed at her.

"Excuse you, some privacy?!"

"Uurgh, believe me, I didn't wanted to see that.", groans Valerie. "I always thought the loser would end up with the goth loser, but you? You are clearly way under your liga. Gross."

With that Valerie flies away.

Meanwhile, Julia tries to get her blush under control and not turn into a puddle.

She kissed Danny!

On the lips!

Oh my god!

Okay, it was to distract the Red Hunteress, which worked, but still.

"That sounds like Valerie.", she tells Danny, still breathless and turns to him.

He looks quite lovesick into the air, which makes Julia blush even more.

Did...did he like it?

"D-Danny? You there?", she stutters and shakes him by the shoulder.

This gets him out of the daze.

"H-Huh? What? Yes, I am here!"

"Well..the fake-out make-out worked.", giggles Julia nervous and wanting at the same time to slap herself.

Why did she say that?

She should tell Danny her undying love for him and not find an excuse!

"Fake-Out Make-Out?", repeats Danny...and is she only imagine or does he sound sad?

Nervous Julia plays with her fingers and looks away from him.

"Y-Yeah, to get her off our back, worked wonders, heh."

"Y-Yeah it did."

Both look like tomatoes and can't look each other in the eye.

(*)

The next day in school they tell their friends what happened and how apparently Valerie is now a Ghosthunter.

But Sam and Tucker only care for one thing.

"Wait. You guys kissed?"

"No. It was a fake-out make-out!", correct Danny and Julia blushing.

Sam sends her female friend just a knowing grin, which makes the redhead frown.

Tucker isn't having it.

"But that still has the words "make" and "out" in it, right? Maybe I should try that out on--"

Valerie walks in from a connecting hallway while Tucker is looking back at them.

They collide, and her books go flying.

"--Valerie! Hi. Okay, guys. See ya."

Angry the other three leave but watch how first Valerie is dismissive of Tucker before he says something, which makes her act all girly and cute to him.

And the techno-nerd falls for it hook, line and sinker.

"Great. My best friend has a crush on a ghost hunter.", groans Danny.

"That's life. Well, your life, anyway."

"Harsh, Samantha, Harsh."

Later the three are watching the basketball game together.

Well, Sam tries to make Danny and Julia watch, but they are too nervous.

Cujo could appear out of nowhere again!

And how did Valerie become a ghosthunter in the first place?!

"Hey guys, can we join you?", greets Tucker with Valerie by his side.

From the other three comes a loud and clear no!

Valerie looks down, hurt.

Tucker reassured her. "Of course we can."

They sit down and Valerie turns with a friendly smile to Danny.

"So, Tucker tells me your parents hunt ghosts."

"Did he now? What else did he tell you?", growls Danny and sends Tucker a glare, who at least smiles sheepish at him.

Because of course, they can't have a break, Cujo, in his big bad form, appears and scares everyone away.

Valerie and the Halfa's run in different directions to change into their Alter-Ego.

Cujo phases through the bleachers and begins making digging motions on the floor.

Danny Phantom and Julie Cosmos phase from the floor next to him, Cujo sees them and gets small and happy again, then returns to digging.

"You're looking for something? What are you looking for?", asks Phantom aloud. "Julie you were right. Ghost dog or not, he is still a dog, and he looking for something."

A pink blast was shot which hit Cujo and threw him far down the gym.

"Say goodbye, ghost boy and ghost girl.", snarls the Red Huntress aka Valerie and tries to open a Thermos, like the Fenton Thermos, but fails miserably. "Oh, come on, you stupid thermos!"

The Halfa just stared at her.

Then Tucker lets himself fall on the Red Huntress, which gives Phantom the chance to take her to a basket hoop and wedge her inside it.

When they have chemistry Danny chest Tucker for liking Valerie and he shoots back that finally a girl likes him back and doesn't Danny trust him?

Yeah, Danny trusts him, however, his hormones not.

That's when again loud barking is heard outside.

The Halfa's and the new ghosthunter ask to be excused.

"280 girls at our school, and he's got to have a crush on the one with the weapons and the grudge.", grumbles Phantom to Cosmos, as they and Cujo try to avoid the Red Huntress blasts.

Phantom shoots an ecto laser at Valerie's gun and knocks it out of her hands as she falls off her board to the ground, not catching her this time.

Finally, the three ghosts can breathe.

"Well it's kinda our fault.", reminds Cosmos.

Phantom agrees: "I suppose we should do something to help Valerie after we figure out what to do with you."

Cujo in his puppy form blinks at them cutely.

Cosmos gets out the dog training book.

"Okay...Cujo, fetch!"

Cujo runs off yapping with the halfa's following him.

The ghost dog leads them back to the Axion Labs, where he scratches at a wall.

Phantom and Cosmos wonder what Cujo wants from here when they hear people coming.

They grab Cujo and turn invisible.

So they learn how the lab had guard dogs before and now only one security guard, who is none other then Valeries dad.

Ouch.

Sam and Tucker say the same as they meet up with them before a hill of the Axion Labs.

Since bringing Cujo with them into the lab is not a good idea, Sam and Tucker should watch him.

Phantom uses the Fenton Fisher as a dog leash and binds Cujo to a tree.

With that, both half-ghosts are off again, while Sam and Tucker climb up a tree to not get eaten by Cujo.

Cosmos and Phantom fly slowly around the Axion Lab not knowing what they are looking for.

What does Cujo want from here?

However, they can't discuss this more as Valerie in her Red Huntress get-up attacks them!

They can dodge the blasts of her weapon, but the girl is armoured to the teeth!

One weapon gets knocked down another appears!

Suddenly Cujo comes to their help, but it doesn't help them much as Valerie hits them both with her biggest weapon, making them land in an old Dog Kennel.

"Okay, I know, I wouldn't like what this means!", shudders Cosmos.

It paints a terrible picture.

The old security dogs, Cujo who was part of them and still a puppy...put down...for what?

Phantom pets her shoulder in comfort, which earns him a small smile.

They look around and well Phantom finds what Cujo probably searched for.

An old squeaky toy.

They return it to him just in time before he really hurts Valerie.

Happily, Cujo catches his squeaky toy and then turns into mist.

He can finally rest in peace.

Cosmos feels a bit lighter in her heart.

Phantom tries to explain to Valerie how Cujo wasn't their dog and not all ghosts are evil, sadly she isn't having it and points wrist weapons at them.

Thankful for them her dad is coming which gives the halfa's the chance to flee.

(*)

Our quartet sits the next day in the cafeteria enjoying their lunch.

"Know where the dog went?", asks Tucker.

"Nope.", answers Danny for him and Julia.

"Gonna play it a little safer now that Valerie the Ghost Slayer is around?", asks now Sam.

"Yep."

"Still though...", says Julia. "I wonder where Valerie got all the anti-ghost weapons."

"Or that costume. A costume that stylin' had to cost something, you know?", adds Tucker dreamily.

Sam gives a little smile and tells them: "Well, I don't know where she got the weapons, but I think I know where she got some extra cash. Remember those concert tickets she sold on the internet?"

"No way, you bought them?!", exclaims Julia, with Tucker and Danny letting out little happy shouts.

So we find the four in the evening rocking out to concert of Dumpty Humpty, while Dash, Kwan and Paulina sit beside them looking glummy.

"I can't believe we're sitting next to those losers!", shouts Sam over the awesome music.

The four friends laugh and dance till the last song to their heart's content.

(*)

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