#I just feel bad that I've kinda moved on to other AUs since then

[hijacksecrets]

welp

Y'all... I'm so sorry but I really don't have any more ideas for the trollhunters AU 😭 I am SO flattered you guys like it so much and happy to have inspired you guys, but honestly I feel so bad 'cause I only really posted it because I didn't think I'd make more, if any content for the AU. It was just sitting in my folders collecting dust for like 9 months, and aside from the one recent comic I did for the funny scenario, I don't really see myself making more content for the Trollhunter's AU 😭😭😭Especially not lore stuff.

I feel REALLY bad that the AU got pushed to the back-burner, I didn't expect so many of you guys to like it so much.

BUT I'm very happy to let you guys take what ideas I had and run with it! I'm sorry I don't think I can contribute more to the AU other than what I've already posted. Maybe I'll revisit it at some point, who knows?

[inthe-dark-tonight]

Falling into My Sins

chapter one: back in the alleyway

dbf!joel x fem!reader series- loosely inspired by the song skin by soccer mommy

chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7

summary: it’s your first night out since moving back with your dad after graduating college. while at the bar you meet an attractive mystery man and end up hitting it off. things get heated when you convince him to dance with you.

word count: 2.7k

series rating: E (18+ mdni)

warnings: no outbreak AU, age gap (reader is in their 20s, Joel is in his 40s) alcohol consumption, light swearing, slight dubious consent (things get heated while drunk), pet names (sweetheart, babe, etc.), no use of y/n, no physical description of reader.

notes: this is my first time really writing anything so i’m very nervous to post this , i've also been working on one other fic but i decided to post this first. thank you for taking the time to read and any feed back is welcome & appreciated xo <3

also thank you so much to @shatteredbaby for proof reading ily so much bby, and @pr0ximamidnight for also proof reading, letting me ramble like a maniac and helping me with ideas ilysm. i appreciate you both so so so much <3

It’s your first weekend going out since you’ve moved back home with your dad. You’ve just graduated from the Art institute of Chicago in the spring, but your lease wasn’t up on your apartment until August so you stayed near campus until then. Now that you’re back, some of your old friends from high school offered to take you out as a sort of welcome home. You’re just finishing getting ready when you get a text from your friend Aya.

We’re here!! Hurry up Dee is getting impatient!

You roll your eyes and smile. Typical. You’re a bit nervous since you haven’t seen them in about a year, but you’re sure once you’re out it will feel like you weren’t even gone. You throw on a jacket and run down the stairs, grabbing your keys as you go.

“I’m leaving!” You call out.

“Have fun bud!” Your dad shouts from the other room.

Your parents had recently divorced while you were away, so it’s just you and your dad now. You feel kinda bad leaving him alone when you just got back, but you’ll make up for it.

You close the front door behind you and run down your front porch towards Aya’s car. As you get closer, the passenger window rolls down.

“Ahhhhh you’re back!!!” Your friend, Dee, yells. You laugh at her reaction and open the back door to the car.

“Hey!” You slide in and buckle your seat belt.

Aya turns around with one hand still on the wheel. “Long time no see! Tonight’s gonna be fun,” she says with a smile.

“We’re taking shots as soon as we get there,” Dee says with a sly smile and you laugh, leaning back fully into the seat as Aya drives, heading for downtown.

As soon as the three of you find a bar, Dee keeps her promise and orders you all shots and they send you to find a booth while they wait for the order. There aren’t many people in the bar yet since it’s only nine, but it’s slowly filling up. You look around the place, taking in the large bar that runs across one wall with stools gathered around it and across from it is the booth seating you’ve sat in. There are a few high top tables scattered around the perimeter of the bar, a pool table to the right of the door next to the large dance floor in the center that’s currently empty, and the sounds of eighties and nineties rock hits filling the large room.

As you’re looking around, the door to the bar opens and two men walk in. The first man has long dark curly hair, a patchy beard, and he’s wearing dark jeans paired with a tan jacket and brown boots. The other man has shorter dark hair, a similarly patchy beard streaked with gray, and he’s wearing dark jeans paired with a green flannel and brown boots. He’s quite handsome, you think – broader than the first man, his frame stretching the fabric of the flannel to its limit. Your eyes flick back up to his face, taking in the curve of his nose, the crease between his brows and dark brown eyes. When your eyes meet, he’s looking right at you and you immediately glance away, embarrassed that he caught you checking him out. When you dare to look at him again, his gaze is still locked on you.

“Okay, let’s do this!” Dee says as the girls approach the table with a round of shots and a drink for each of you.

Your eyes snap away from the man’s and you smile at them, grabbing a shot glass.

“To celebrate your return home,” Dee says, raising her glass for you to toast against.

You tilt your head back letting the cold liquid slide down. You close your eyes and wince as the sour flavor with the aftertaste of vodka that burns your throat. When you open your eyes again you’re met with the stranger’s warm brown eyes on you still, a shy smile on his face before he turns towards the bar and leans on the wooden counter. You set the glass down on the table and look back to your friends.

The three of you sip on your drinks for about thirty minutes or so, talking about school and catching up on life. At some point while you were all catching up, the bar switched to playing early 2000s music as more people came in. You find your eyes wandering towards the gorgeous man every few minutes, admiring his side profile, the way his hand is wrapped around his beer bottle and his shirt is rolled up to expose his forearms.

You all finish your drinks and Aya is pulling you and Dee onto the dance floor. “Come on!! I love this song!!!”

You don’t recognize the song, but you follow them onto the floor dancing and smiling as they sing along. You find yourself looking towards the bar again hoping to catch the man’s eye, but he’s gone.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to get another drink.” You say loudly over the music.

The girls just nod and keep singing along. You make your way through the crowd that’s formed in the place and find the bar. Your eyes are still scanning, looking for him, when all of a sudden someone comes up beside you, leaning onto the bar. From the corner of your eye you can tell who it is. You turn your head and it’s the mystery man. He’s even more attractive up close, a dimple on his right cheek as he smiles down at you, slight creases next to his eyes. Your eyes travel down towards his broad shoulders and the skin on his chest that’s showing where his shirt is unbuttoned.

“Hi.” the man says while smiling down at you. His voice is like honey, deep with a southern drawl.

Your lips slightly part as you hesitate for a second “Hi.” you finally say back.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He nods towards the bar.

You shake your head in agreement.

“What are you havin’, sweetheart?” He asks.

You clear your throat. “Whatever you’re having.” You smile.

“Hm.” his lip quirks up as his eyes roam your form. The bartender comes over and he orders two beers, then his eyes are back on you. “You here with friends?”

“Yeah uh, I was out of town, I just got back so we’re celebrating.” You decide to keep it vague.

“Well,” the bartender comes back with your beers and he hands one to you. “Welcome back.” He smirks, then you both take a sip.

You can’t help but watch the way his hand wraps around the bottle as he brings it up to meet his lips. You take a few sips of your beer, eyes still locked on him, then place it back on the counter. You’re feeling a little more confident now.

“What about you,” you place your elbow on the table and rest your chin in your hand, looking up at him. “Who are you here with?”

He looks over his shoulder into the crowd, an amused look on his face. “My brother.” You follow his eyes to see his brother sitting in a booth with a girl, leaning into her as they talk.

You giggle then turn back to the man. You’re noticing some similar features now that you know they’re brothers.

“You two come here every weekend chatting up girls and buying them drinks?” You bite your cheek and give him a teasing look.

He nods his head slowly looking down at the bar where he’s leaning on his forearms and lets out a small laugh. “Every now n’ then.” He looks back at you, a slight flush on his cheeks.

“Mmm bit of a player huh?” You lift your brow, teasing him some more.

He’s laughing again, it’s a deep chested laugh that makes his shoulders slightly bounce. “Wouldn’t say that, haven’t had much luck recently.” He looks from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes.

You nod your head taking another swig of your beer “So, what do you do for a living?” You ask nonchalantly.

“Uh,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m a contractor.” that explains his broad shoulders.

You bite your thumb and lean a little closer to him, arm brushing up against his. The alcohol is definitely taking an effect now. You’re checking him out again, and it’s not subtle. The way his shirt fits snug around his biceps, and his jeans fit his waist just right. He takes another sip of his beer and your eyes lock again.

Then suddenly a song you recognize comes on, Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado. You hear your friends squealing on the dance floor as the song starts, causing you to whip your head towards them then back to the mystery man.

“I’ll be right back.” You smile at him sweetly, finishing off your beer and setting the empty bottle on the table before leaving to join your friends.

You get out to the floor and they hold their hands out towards you, smiling and singing along to the song. You’re swaying your hips to the beat, mouthing the lyrics as you dance. Your hands are moving up and down your body, over the tights you’re wearing and slightly bunching up the short slip dress you have on. You’re lost in the music, then suddenly your eyes lock with the mystery man’s again, darkening as they watch you move. He’s leaning up against the bar, beer in one hand and the other in his front pocket.

‘Promiscuous boy you already know

That I’m all yours, what you waiting for?’

You’re mouthing the words, eyes never leaving his. You tilt your head to the side and give him a cheeky smile before moving your hands over your hips again. He lifts his hand out of his pocket, beckoning you back to him with his pointer finger. You shake your head no, and mimic his motion telling him to come to you. You turn away from him, back towards your friends, then glance at him over your shoulder and mouth, “Dance with me.”

A few moments later you feel a large warm hand run down your arm, and the back of a hand runs over the nape of your neck and down your shoulder before resting on your hips. You turn your head to look and it’s your mystery man, looking down at you with desire in his eyes. You turn around, still in his grasp, and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your body flush to his.

You’re swaying with his hands on your hips now, grinding up against him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he leans his forehead against yours, taking in a deep breath. You tilt your head up, heavy lidded eyes scanning his face and your nose bumping his, your parted lips allowing a shared breath in the scant space between your mouths.

Then he’s kissing you, one hand on your hip lightly squeezing, the other resting on your cheek. He lets out a small groan and slips his tongue into your mouth, a mixture of mint and beer fill your senses. You gently pull the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to let out a sigh.

“Sweetheart.” His voice sounds gravelly and deeper than before. “I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Then don’t,” you say, so low it’s almost a whisper, just between the two of you.

You’re so close to him, you can feel his arousal straining against his pants as you press yourself against him.

“Come with me.” he looks down at you while trying to catch his breath.

He kisses you again, hand resting on your cheek. You nod approvingly as he pulls away. He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing you by the hand and dragging you off the dance floor towards the door. You notice his hand is much larger than yours, a little rough and calloused most likely from his job. He looks back at you a few times, and you just stare at his broad frame as you follow him. You look at the way his hair sits so perfectly, eyes wandering to his large forearms as he pulls you along behind him.

Moments later you two are outside and he’s pulling you around the side of the brick building. He backs you up against the wall, lips immediately crashing into yours. His palms rest on either side of your face, thumbs roughly caressing your cheeks like he just can’t get enough.

“You were killing me in there,” He’s towering over you, your hands clinging to his forearms.

“Was I? Couldn’t tell.” you smile slyly.

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re somethin’ else babe, deadly.” he’s kissing you again, hands moving down your body to your waist.

You grab at the fabric of his shirt near his chest, trying desperately to pull him closer. His large hands find the hem of your dress and move up over your tights clad thighs. You moan into his mouth, heat already starting to build at your core. Moans and heavy breaths filling the air as you claw at his skin. You gently bite at his lower lip then slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. As you lower your hands towards the waist of his jeans, tucking your fingers into the front and pulling his hips flush against yours, you feel him shudder. You let out a whine as you feel the imprint of his straining cock once again.

Then you hear the door to the bar bursting open and two familiar voices talking. “It’s okay, it’s okay, shhhh.”

You freeze as your lips leave Joel’s, wide eyes meeting his before stepping away from him to peer around the corner. He lets out a groan as he adjusts himself, one hand still on your hip trailing behind you as you near the corner of the building. Then you see Aya with her arm around Dee, rubbing her back. You stand up straight, pulling away from Joel.

“Oh my god?! What happened?” You sprint over to them.

“Oh thank god, we were looking everywhere for you.” Aya looks up at you. “Dee had too much to drink, we need to go.” She loops her arm into Dee’s. “I grabbed your things, where were you?”

Then you see her eyes wander to the broad older man shuffling up behind you and her eyes go wide. She leans in close to you and mouths “Oh my god”. You can feel your face heating up as you turn around to face him.

“You ladies need a ride home?” He looks down at you, concerned look on his face.

“Oh uh.” You turn back to Aya.

“No, we've got it covered-” she smiles at him.

���But thank you,” it comes out louder than intended. “I appreciate it,” taking a step closer to him you whisper “And sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it, Killer.” He flashes a charming smile at you.

“Killer?” You laugh at the nickname and he nods his head.

“We gotta go!” Aya yells out to you.

You whip your head to look at her, then your eyes meet his again. “Well, it was nice meeting you, mystery man.” You give him one last look and go to turn around towards your friends. He gently grabs your shoulder, surprising you.

“Wait,” it comes out soft as he whips you around to face him again. “Can I at least have your number?”

You hesitate for a moment. “What, so you can add me to your roster?” You try to hold back a smile.

“C’mon.” he looks away shaking his head, a boyish smile plastered on his face.

“Give me your phone.” He looks back at you, relief in his eyes. Then he pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to you.

You type in your number and put your contact name as Killer. You hand him back his phone and quickly get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. His eyes go slightly wide, and then you’re turning away, running towards the car before he can say anything. As you grab your jacket and purse from your friend and slip into the car, you smile at him before closing the door.

You watch him through the window standing there with his hands in his pockets as the car pulls away. Your mystery man, you hope to see him again.

ty for reading xo

tagging a few moots but np! anyone who wants to be tagged in the next one let me know :)

@nostalxgic @ilovepedro @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @beskarandblasters @jenispunk @tieronecrush @joelsversion @pedrospartner @canseethebrushstrokes @scrambledslut @isitmeulookin4 @tinygarbage <3

[rayslittlekitten]

All Eyes On You

A/N: Okay, it's finally done. This did not go where I had initially imagined it but I mostly like how this came out. I think it's kinda different from what I've written in the past. I tried to make this PWP and Jax being savage but I always add softness to Jax. I can't help it. Also, I don't know how porn sets are so, yeah. Didn't want to focus too much on the logistics of all that. Also, clearly this is AU. Hope this doesn't disappoint.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,597

Pairing: Pornstar!Jax x Pornstar!F!Reader

Plot: Getting railed by Jax Teller is only one of the perks of your job.

Contains: porn star/shooting porn, sex work, some D/s dynamics, sex (PiV), oral sex (F and M receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, name-calling (slut, whore), light spanking, light choking, dirty talking, masturbation, praising (good girl), cream pie, a quick moment of edging if you squint, aftercare

"We need to find more honest ways of living."

Since Jax became President, he has wanted to steer the club away from the guns and other underground dealings. He was open to all ideas and for him, no idea was a bad idea until it’s been tried. When his business partner running the SAMCRO-funded and protected porn production company jokingly suggested for Jax to star in a few movies, he actually considered it. Getting paid to have sex? He's already doing it for free. Everyone's gotta earn their keep, right? Would it be too degrading? He's supposed to be the leader and he's leading his club into selling their bodies, maybe even their dignity. Not to mention the conflict of interest. Still, he brought it up to the table anyway and they voted on it. Surprisingly most voted yes, although mostly for pure amusement. 

What started as a joke to them actually became one of their honest ways of earning. Well, at least for Jax. The others didn't have the balls to do it, but that didn’t stop them from reaping the benefits of tagging along with Jax whenever he had to go shoot some scenes. Money doesn't lie and when they saw their revenue continuously multiply shortly after his debut released, they knew they had a cash cow. Since then, Jax had dedicated a day each month to shooting his scenes. As long as he agrees with the script, he has no problem. Sometimes he'd even make suggestions. He gets producer credit for those as well.

His content is the most exclusive one they have so they strategically make less of it. Gotta keep teasing his fans. Besides, he actually enjoys the attention. If it was any possible, his ego has inflated to be bigger than his dick and that in itself says a lot. It was as if God himself designed him to be a porn star. It was so effortless for him.

Their business has expanded so they their talent pool did as well and let's just say there is no shortage of women  - and men - wanting a chance at fucking Jax Teller. You're just happy that you're one of them who made the cut.

Your legs are pushed back to your chest as Jax has his face in between your thighs. You toss and turn your head, feeling his tongue and lips licking and sucking your folds. As you look off camera, you notice there are so many pairs of eyes on you as you lay there naked, spread so wide for the whole world to see your pussy getting eaten out by Jax Teller, suddenly getting a rush. Jax flips you over on your belly and he yanks your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass popped up. He shoves his face back in and you push back, moaning when you feel the tip of his nose nudge your asshole. Jax moves away and aligns himself with you. He shoves his thick, hard cock inside of you and you yelp. 

You brace yourself on the bed and turn your head to look behind you, at Jax as he pounds away, already quickly building an orgasm. You notice someone in the far corner behind Jax touching himself through the front of his jeans and you make eye contact, or so you think. He's a bit under the shadows and a studio light is blinding you, but it doesn't matter. This man is turned on by you getting fucked and that's turning you on. You can feel yourself getting more arousd with each plunge Jax takes and each stroke the mysterious man makes.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Jax growls.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" You warn and before you know it, your muscles contract on his cock and you moan out loud, maybe embellishing your cries just a little.

Jax continues to fuck you hard and fast, drawing out your orgasm.

"That's my girl," he praises and then smacks your ass.

"CUT! Let's get behind them and get a shot of her getting fucked from behind. Back in positions!" the director shouts.

"You alright?" Jax checks on you.

"Yeah, that was a good one," you breathe out while you wiggle your ass back into position, opening and exposing yourself to him and the camera.

"Think you can do that again, sweetheart?" he asks as his thumb slowly slides in and out of the entrance of your dripping slit, teasing you. 

You push back and mewl. Talents aren't supposed to engage in any sexual contact while cameras aren't rolling. Although it's not a perfect system, it helps to keep interactions professional and avoid unwanted advances. Fluffers exist for a reason. You and Jax are an exception though. You've been scene partners for a while now and are very comfortable with each other. You can't really say how it is for the other women he's done scenes with, but when you and Jax are fucking, you feel it in your soul and you know he can too. There's just this playful and cozy rapport between you two that allows you both to work together very well.

You swear Jax, the pleasure dom that he is - and what his onscreen alter ego is known for - always makes it a point to pull as many orgasms as he can out of you and you can't even fake yours. Not with him. He can tell when they're real but with him, you don’t even need to fake them. Your exes couldn't even figure out 10% of the ways Jax has learned the ins and outs of your body. Heck, he taught you a few things about your own body. 

Between cut and action are the times your pussy aches the most, missing the fullness of Jax's thick cock, stretching you out in all the best ways. People have said porn is fake, but it's not. Scripted? Sure, but it's not fake, at least not all of it. Actual penises are actually penetrating actual vaginas, assholes and mouths. You've sure tasted enough semen to know it's real. Your bruised cervix is more proof of it. Don't forget the sore jaw, but they're all worth it especially if it's all because of Jax. You're also reminded of why you love doing what you do when you notice all eyes on you and Jax again.

"Quiet on set!" the director warns. "Aaaand ACTION!"

You gasp when Jax shoves back into you without warning. He angles himself in favor of the camera, but pushes in deeper and faster. Your eyes wander again and find these two men wearing kuttes off to the side watching. You recognize the one you make eye contact with and you maintain it while getting railed. You've seen him around sometimes whenever Jax comes by. He smacks your ass and you yelp, pushing back against him, chasing another release. The man you're having a staring contest with shifts uncomfortably while adjusting the front of his jeans. You reach for your bare breasts and start pinching your nipples. Your hips stutter when you feel an orgasm close to sliding into home base. You clench and moan as you get closer and closer. 

"CUT! Okay that should be enough coverage. Moving on to uh..."

You growl in frustration when Jax stills his hips.

"Sorry, baby. I'd give you relief, but I think maybe we should save that for the camera," he teases as he makes his cock twitch while still inside you, making you cockwarm him between takes.

"Okay, so we're gonna transition to blowjob. Let's start from where we left off. Jax pulls out and then she turns around and sucks him off," the director tells the crew. "Then at some point, Jax, you put her on her back and go missionary."

You shudder suddenly when Jax spreads your juices around with the pad of his thumb and starts teasing your asshole with it, putting just the slightest pressure.

"Jax..." you pant.

"Shh. Be a good girl and hold it," he coos. ”Can you do that for me, baby?”

The line between fantasy and reality definitely blurs for the both of you sometimes, but you both also just enjoy each other that much. Finally they call action again and Jax starts giving you a few short shallow pumps, making you wail from relief, until he pulls out and spanks you.

"Come suck my dick," he commands, holding his cock out for you.

You manage to turn around so you're on your knees and elbows, face to face with his hard cock that's soaked in your juices. You immediately put your lips over his dark red tip and bob up and down, taking more and more of him each time you push in. As you jerk him, you ram his cock into the back of your throat, fitting as much of him as you can. Feeling your gag reflex surfacing, you encourage it to happen and then Jax fists your hair, pulling out a bit and pushing back in. 

“Danny, go in for the close up of her,” the director jumps in.

When the cameraman moves in, Jax palms the back of your head and you remove your hand to deep throat him again. He gently pushes your head down and you relax your throat, trying to get more of him. When you gag again, intentionally doing it audibly, he instantly lets go and you pull him out. He grabs your chin and tilts your face up so he can see it. Tears leak out of your eyes and spit from your puffy, slick lips.

"Look at you. So pretty," he praises.

His baby blues penetrate your misty eyes. You don't know if he's just a great actor or as charming as people claim he is, but you believe, at least in the moment, that he thinks you're pretty. You continue to look up at him, playing into the camera, as this is a close up.

"Get on your back," he tells you.

As you turn over and Jax climbs over you, the cameraman steps out of your personal space, returning back to a wider shot. Jax leans down and smashes his lips over yours. His hand comes up to your face and cradles the side of it as he deepens the kiss. You kiss back, slipping your tongue between his lips and licking his pearly whites. He opens up his mouth and intertwines his own tongue with yours, tasting each other. Breaking the kiss, he pulls back, kneels and brings one of your legs up to spread them without blocking the camera’s view. He taps his cock against your clit and then slides the tip up and down your slit, teasing you, causing you to moan and your hips to jerk. He finally pushes inside of you and you arch your back. He pumps away as he holds your leg up, the muscles of his tattooed back flexing with each push and pull.

“Are you gonna cum again?” he asks.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at where you meet. Your fingers reach in and you start rubbing your clit.

“Fuck, yeah, keeping touching yourself,” he encourages. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock again.”

With your next orgasm reaching the edge, your eyes wander to the man in the shadows behind Jax again. You see his hand is now in his pants and he’s unabashedly rubbing one out to this whole scene. Maybe he doesn’t think you can see him. You rub yourself a little faster and his hand matches your pacing.

“Oh god…” you start as you get closer to popping.

Jax drives into you faster and harder and before you know it, the coil snaps inside you and you cry out and arch up, thrashing as you ride the wave. You’ve already lost count of how many you’ve had as you’ve been doing this with Jax on and off already for the last hour or so.

“CUT! Okay, I think we’re gonna get to the money shot now. Are you ready for that Jax?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he replies. “Can we get five?”

“Alright. Let’s do five!” the director shouts.

As the crew breaks, you let your legs fall to the sides and stretch out a bit while Jax slips off the bed, standing next to it. He starts massaging your hips and helps you rotate your leg one at a time.

“How do you feel? Do you need a longer break?”

“No, I’m good. Let’s just finish this,” you reply. “You really like to stretch me out. It’s like I’m getting a yoga session in whenever we pair up. In fact, it’s probably good for my body.”

“Here we go, biiiig stretch,” he says as he throws one of your legs over, twisting your torso and applying firm pressure on your thigh, stretching out your lower back and glutes. Then he does the same with the other side.

A satisfying moan rumbles from your throat as you feel your muscles loosening.

"Are you ready to show everyone what a fucking star you are?" Jax asks as you straighten your body out.

Your smile reaches your eyes and that tells Jax all he needs to know. You sit up and then bring your legs behind you to kneel on the bed. Jax licks his lips as he looks at you with an equally proud smirk. While biting your lower lip, you reach down and start stroking his semi-hard cock, bringing it back to life.

As people start returning to set, the director checks on the both of you.

“Just another minute,” Jax winks at the director as you continue to jerk him.

“Alright, everyone in your places!” 

You start changing up your pace and technique, making him hiss and groan.

“Lay back,” Jax directs you and you fall back to return to your previous position.

He climbs back onto the bed and repositions you to the same one he put you in before the break and pushes into you, your dampness still so present. Your body melts, feeling so delightfully full again. 

“Are we rolling?” the director asks. After confirmation, he calls action.

Jax pumps a few times into you, getting you both back on track. He pushes your leg back even more, spreading you out and changing his angle. When it feels like the right time, he then switches positions, curling up behind you and slipping himself back inside you, still holding your leg up and back.

His other hand snakes up to the front of your throat and he pulls your head back. You can hear him panting right into your ear as he thrusts away, You couldn’t be anymore exposed right now with your legs splayed open so wide and Jax fucking you from behind. Only way this could get better is if you had a few more cocks to fill your other holes.

“Look at all those people looking at you,” Jax grunts quietly into your ear, meant only for you and not the camera. “Watching you being such a fucking slut for me.”

His words just about pushed you closer to yet another orgasm which you know is the intentions behind them. You push back against him, trying to match his thrusts and get a deeper penetration as you glance over at all the people watching you. Jax starts pinching your nipple and you feel it shoot down below your belly.

“They’re memorizing how your juicy pussy looks and sounds as I pound into you. Imagining it’s their cock your pussy is gripping. The sexy sounds you make every time I stroke you just right. How shameless you are and loving every fucking second of it.” Jax’s dirty talk is rapidly fueling your next release and it’s evident as the wet sounds get even louder.

"I bet those perverts are gonna sniff these sheets after the shoot too just to feel a little closer to you."

Nothing gets you off more than knowing the power you know you have over your viewers. The thrill of them watching you getting stretched out and brazenly defiled especially when they need to jerk off to you, imagining they are the ones balls deep inside you. You don't get to see most of your actual audience but the thought is enough to intoxicate you. It also helps that Jax knows how you bring the inner slut out of you. The dirtier it gets, the more you want. You're putting on a different kind of show than what your viewers may think. You're not doing this for them; you're doing this purely for yourself, getting off on these people watching you on display.

“They’re storing it in their spank bank for later and when they need to rub one out, they’ll pull it right up, jerking themelves and cumming to you because you so desperately need to get fucked like a whore over and over again, cumming all over every cock that fills up your pussy,” Jax adds as he punches up into you, your ass slapping against the top of his thighs. The squelching increases with each thrust, pushing your arousal out of you.

You also get a different kind of rush from being so sexually freeing. The blood rushes to your face and your groin when you suddenly feel like you’ve been caught doing something so naughty. Shamefully being shameless as your holes get stuffed over and over again. Embarrassed to be seen in such a state but at the same time not wanting to stop because it just feels so damn good to the point you don’t care who is watching.

"You're gonna give me one more?" Jax asks as he continues to pound into you. “Huh, baby?”

He hooks his arm under your knee to hold it back, spreading you even wider and this time, it’s his long slender fingers that dip down between your legs to rub your clit. 

"Come on, baby. Cum on my cock again," he encourages. “Just one more time.”

You slam your hips back against him, chasing your next release. Between his fingertips digging into the sides of your neck, the sweet filthy words spilling into your ear and him driving his hard, thick and long cock into your cunt, your body is already close to the end, but now him rubbing your swollen clit, it launches you right over to the line.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” he grits.”Cum for me, you fucking slut.”

With that, your eyes roll back and you cry out. You are convulsing over him, your walls clamping down hard over his cock. 

“That’s it! That’s my fucking girl,” he growls.

His pacing maintains even after you stop flopping around.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum too,” Jax pants, and then lets out a low moan as he empties himself inside you.

“Great! Danny, make sure you get a close up of the cream pie shot,” the director reminds him.

After Danny quickly repositions himself, Jax slowly pulls out of you and slaps your clit a few times, making you shudder. His hand reaches between your legs and spreads your lips open. You bear down and push his seed out of you. It leaks out of you and runs down to the crack of your ass. With your juices mixed in with his, he coats your lips with it using his fingers and runs it over your clit as well before sliding his fingers inside you, gently pushing it back in.

Jax turns your head to face him and leans in to kiss you tenderly. 

“Okay, that’s a wrap! Let’s break and clean up for the next shoot.” 

You continue to lazily make out with him, even well after cut was called. As the crew works around you and Jax, you stay lying in bed for a few more moments while stretching your muscles. Jax slips some shorts on and re-joins you, cuddling and spooning you after draping your robe over your naked body.

“Jax!” you giggle as he kisses a trail up the back of your shoulder and neck.

It’s almost unheard of but Jax always gives you aftercare after every shoot, especially the ones where it gets a bit degrading and painful. He does that with all his scene partners, but sometimes you like to imagine he only does it with you. Your mind starts drifting, falling into this comfortable and peaceful lull as he runs his fingers up and down your body that’s cocooned in his.

“Hey,” he nudges the tip of his nose against the back of your ear as he inhales your scent, waking you from your state.

“Hm?” you reply drowsily.

Then Jax finally pops the question you never thought he’d ask.

"You think you're ready for your first gang bang?" Jax asks.

Suddenly getting your second wind, you twist your body to face him and plant a kiss on his cheek, his smile now matching yours as your heart now grows full.

“Really?!” you ask as your eyes light up.

“I’ll even let you pick out your partners.”

Unable to contain your excitement, you squeal as your smile widens even more. 

“Okay, I think we should go get cleaned up and get outta here before they have to kick us out,” he suggests. “I’m laying on a wet spot.”

Jax affectionately boops the tip of your nose with this finger and then kisses your forehead before helping you out of bed.

[starlost-mochi-x]

Hi! I love everything you’re writing so I wanted to say that 😅. Also (if you can’t and I am not bothering) I was thinking if you could have written something with Felix when the reader gets bullied (it doesn’t have to be physically) because I am kinda experiencing it and…. I wanted comfort? Hahaha it sounds strange but yeah….. thank you so much 😘

hello lovely anon <3 i'm so sorry to hear you're being bullied, i've been there too and it hurts a lot . i hope this helps a little, and my dms are always open if you need someone to talk to ! you are loved !

always forever - lee felix

pairing: lee felix x reader

summary: felix comforts you when he finds out you've been getting bullied

genre: fluff, idol! au, very angsty, reader is bullied, mentions of injury, mentions of blood and scrapes (not descriptive), lots of crying, sad shit overall, hurt to comfort

a/n: if you're being bullied, please reach out . take care of yourself lovelies 🫶

You hurry down the paved pathway, slipping between the throngs of pedestrians on the sidewalk. Mumbling a half-hearted 'sorry' to an older woman who you'd accidentally bumped, you push past the park gates and find yourself wandering the paved path through the grass.

There aren't many people around, since it's a weekday afternoon, and you're glad of it. Your tie blows in the light, summery breeze as you hurry down a widened path, the trees expertly twined together and grown over time to form a giant, leafy archway. The lush, green canopy provides a welcome shelter from the afternoon heat, and you stumble as you pass a patch of dappled sunlight that's filtering through the leaves.

You land with a solid ugh onto the pebbly pavement, the side of your head knocking a little against the ground. You wheeze, the air leaving your lungs in a low, instant huff. It hurts so bad you instantly roll onto your side. There's nothing more you want to do than curl up, lie here, and cry, but the small, sensible voice in your head tells you to stand up and find somewhere to sit.

Groaning, you heave yourself to your feet and collapse onto the nearest bench. The tears fill your eyes then and you heave, doubling over, the impact from hitting the ground, the terrible course of the day, and your general state of dishevel rushing up on you in a dizzying wave of nausea and overwhelm.

You cry.

☆☆☆

Gentle footsteps crunch against the pebbled pavement, and you feel a presence move to sit quietly beside you. Your have your knees tucked up to your chest, your head buried between them, so you have no clue who it is.

A faint scent of vanilla fans over you with the soft breeze and you feel a warm, calloused fingertip gently poke the side of your head.

You sniff. "Go away, Felix."

Felix sighs and leans his head on yours, careful not to put too much pressure on you. One hand moves to place itself on top of yours, the deep, velvety tone of his voice penetrating the walls you've built up around yourself.

"Y/n, lift your head."

"No."

"Please?"

You sigh and lift your head at his pleading request, which feels like it's made of lead, and look at him. Your eyes are red-rimmed and watery, hot tears spilling down your cheeks like little rivers of flames. Felix sighs softly and puts an arm around your hunched figure, pulling you into him gently. His warmth envelops you and it's the safest you've felt all day.

"What happened?" he says quietly so as not to scare you. "I was walking back from the shop and I saw you dashing the other way crying."

You sniff, your voice cracked and pitched in distress. "They hate me, Felix. I don't know why, it's just every time they see me, I walk away feeling like shit. They hate me and it's making me hate myself, I feel like I don't even matter-"

Felix's eyes widen and his hold on you tightens, secure and stable around your shaking figure. He lets you sob into him, and by the time you lift your head, the juncture of his neck is soaked with tears.

"Y/n," he says softly. "They're just insecure about themselves. They hate themselves so they want to make everyone else feel the same way. Don't let them."

You cry softly. "I feel so worthless, Lix..."

"You're not worthless, Y/n. You're pretty and smart and creative and stunning and the funniest person I know. I'm constantly checking my phone to see if you've texted me, and every time the door to the studio opens, I hope that it's you.

Hyunjin-hyung and Changbin-hyung tease me all the time because I talk about you so much. The boys love you, so, so much. I do too, and I need you to understand that whatever those bullies say, it's not true. You're worth everything, and I'll be here every second to remind you in case you forget."

You drop your head into his shoulder again and he cradles it close, the warmth of his hand easing the throbbing pain in your temples. You emit a weak, watery, muffled thankyou into his now-soaked shirt and he affectionately kisses the crown of your head. Cupping your face, he looks at your face, seemingly searching.

"You're hurt," he carefully brushes a thumb across your cheekbone, a slight sting following. You probably scraped it when you fell earlier. Felix retracts his hand, his thumb stained lightly with blood. You turn your hands over. The heels of your palms are in the same condition.

Felix tuts softly, stroking the inside of each wrist. "Do you wanna come back to the studio with me? Chan, Hyunjin, and Han will most likely still be there, but there's a big first aid kit in the cupboard, and Chan-hyung might be able to help fix you up."

"I don't want to burden-"

"You're not being a burden," Felix cups your face firmly. "You'll never be a burden to me. Just keep fighting and let me help. Let us help. You don't have to keep doing it alone."

You nod, and move to stand up. Your knees protest in the form of a stinging, searing pain, the scrapes disturbed. You wince and flop back onto the bench, groaning. It's replaced by a yelp as Felix hoists you effortlessly into his arms, bridal-style. Your hands lock around his shoulders and he grins.

"Let's go."

Despite the situation, a question nags at your conscience. "Lix, weren't you supposed to be at dance practice at this time? How come you were out."

Felix begins walking, a cheeky smile making its way onto his freckled face. "I snuck out because Hyunjin wouldn't stop nagging me. Besides, I wanted food from that really good ramen restaurant down the street."

You cover your mouth with a scraped hand. "The rest of the boys are never going to let this go once they find out."

Felix winces. "Oh well. I snuck out for a snack and came back with a Y/n, so I don't think they'll mind-"

You squeal and swat his chest. Felix laughs and continues carrying you down the path.

"Felix?"

He responds with a hum, still smiling softly.

"Thankyou for helping me."

Felix chuckles lightly. The arm that's cupping your shoulders squeezes gently, sending heatwaves flooding into your veins.

"Always and forever, okay?"

a/n: my heart hurts

[twstfanblog]

Honestly, I just love to hear you rant!!! My request is any au you choose, with Crewel, Rook, and Vil, together or separate, your choice!!! I think your rants are super sweet and sound so much like my own to my friends!!! It kinda makes me think of when I spent 30 minutes trying to find out how much a pint of ale cost in 1843 England for one sentence in something I was writing! 😅 Too bad I'm already following you, because I would totally follow you again! Can't send the Tumblr gift thingies though, because screw American capitalism.

(That price of ale thing is literally how deep I get into world building if Im not careful XD Most days I just go, IT'S FINE YOU DON'T KNOW JUST KEEP WRITING)

Hmmmm... I've written about them all a lot in most of my AU's, honestly. I dont have anything really rant worthy left to say about...I literally had a whole hour to think about it, so instead, I'm just gonna drop another AU so I can get you something new about them. My Manhwa AU is pretty self-serving, but it's got plenty of Vil, Rook, and Crewel sprinkled in.

Basic idea of the AU is that 'Villainess' type story. Yuu was seen as a villain in the original timeline, only to die and come back in time to when she was a child with her full memories. She vows to change her ways and not die in such a way again.

Crewel and Crowley are Yuu's birth parents (Because my AU's are just the same universes in different settings-oop) Crewel married Crowley 100% for the money and power since Crowley was an arch duke. You couldn't call it a marriage of convenience hard enough. But of course, Crewel had to have a puppy to fufill his duty. Crewel will openingly treat Crowley like the bumbling man he pretends to be, but he is an adoring yet stern father to his precious puppy. So you can imagine when she wakes up one day and doesn't act like herself at all. He's so concerned about her...

Vil isn't nobility, but he and his father are both rich and popular enough to buy a title. Both actors, Vil leaves for the performance to the point he was called a succubus by one of his cast stars (teenagers acting so good one falls in love but the other is like 'dude we were acting, calm down'). Vil holds onto his issues with always being casted as a villain but he holds it in much better because hes just happy that he's well liked enough to always perform. As he gets older in this AU he starts to really show his support for the arts and all who create it. He's even started looking for investors to help him fund an acting school.

Rook is a noble man, lover of the odd and offbeat art, no one but his family really accepted his art. But he tried and he shared it with everyone he could. Vil saw it during an artshow and kinda tore it apart publicly by going on and on about how disturbed it made him feel. The current brownnoser tried to 'agree' saying it was bad art.

Vil:

Vil: There's no such thing as "bad art", you toad. I said it disturbed me, I find it grotesque is a very...eyecatching way. It's not bad because it made me feel something.

So Rook falls in love instantly and basically hunts this mean beauty.

They end up working well together because Vil has FINALLY found someone willing to write him in a hero role and PROPERLY CRITIQUE THINGS WITH. They discus art and what makes something 'moving' vs 'shock value'. They fall in love hard for each other to the point Vil accepted Rook's proposal and is already 60% planned through their wedding. Only to realize he never told anyone when his dad asked if he was open to seeing anyone because he's been told many a young man and lady would like to court him.

(SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO DO!!!)

[yumeaoka-chan]

Make It Last Forever

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Demon! Hobie x Angel! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Tags: Fluff, first meetings, love at first sight kinda, forbidden love, unwanted advances (it's not too bad, but just a little gross), cursing, sparse use of Y/N (just once or twice really), no physical description of R, can be read as any gender really, title based off of See You Again by Tyler, The Creator

Summary: You find yourself somehow gaining the attention of a powerful demon prince. For one of the most esteemed angels, you don't seem all that opposed to it.

A/N: Credits for the lovely banners go to @the-shroom-garden !!! Surprise late entry for week 4 of Octobie @the-kr8tor , let's go!!! Since I'm just a little obsessed with the au I made, this was born😭🤚 A prequel to the prequel, I suppose🤭💕

Part 3 >>> Part 4

Closing your eyes, you stretch out your hands before you, fingers barely brushing against the oblivious human's cheek. Whispered words leave your lips as you bestow the praying devoted a blessing most high. The human bestows praise upon praise as he shivers, as though he feels the blessed words pouring over him.

                   “Very good, my dear.” A voice behind you whispers in your ear, startling you. Turning your head, you're met with an older man smiling at you gently, white streaks in his auburn hair and his familiar overbearing rose scent clinging to his robes. Your wings droop a little at his presence, goosebumps appearing on your arms as you nervously smile.

                  “H-High Priest Osborn, blessed day to you. What brings you to see me, y-your Radiance..?” You stutter softly, bowing your head in respect. The feeling of fingers grazing your chin makes you flinch slightly, stomach knotting in the worst way possible. Norman Osborn was the head of the Archangels, a man of great power who demanded respect and order in all things. Not only was he the most high of you all, he was also the one to personally pick you out amongst your fellow angels. “To help further your abilities” is what he'd said to you when he grabbed you that day, his hand heavy on your shoulder.

                      Using his fingers on your chin, Osborn lifts your face to meet his, a soft smile on his face. The smile doesn't reach his eyes. Leaning in closer, he peers into your eyes and whispers softly, the close proximity making you want to flee.

                      “Have you thought of my offer, little dove”, he coos as he tilts his head, eyes glancing down at your lips with interest. Your heart thud in your chest at the nickname, what he decided to call you the first time he set eyes on you years ago. It makes the knot in your stomach worsen and you take a deep, shuddering breath to calm your nerves. 

                     “I have”, you whisper quietly while giving him the most respectful smile you can muster at the moment. “I think I'm just not what you're looking for, your Radiance. You deserve someone of great renown to be by your side.” Osborn chuckles at your words before releasing your chin, moving gracefully to stand behind you. His hands on your shoulders send a shiver down your spine and you can feel lips brushing ever so lightly against your ear.

                     “Come now, dove. No other holds a candle to you. Just imagine the good we could do with our union, how powerful our reach will be.” Lies, you think as you try not to jerk away when he noses your hairline and takes a long inhale. If there was one thing you knew that Osborn cared about, it was making himself look good. You wouldn't be his equal. You'd be a trophy, another shiny sign of his influence and power over all things. Surprisingly, Norman backs away from you, a reluctant sigh leaving his lips. 

                       “I've got business to attend to, unfortunately, so our little discussion will have to wait. You will think more about my offer, won't you?” He questions with a smirk, hands rubbing gently up your arms. Biting your lip, you nod your head, eager to hurry and get away from him as soon as possible. With a small peck to your forehead, he releases you and flies away, large white wings spread wide as he flies through a portal he opened up high. You don't really have half the mind to focus on the faint brimstone smell wafting from it. Now that Osborn is finally gone, you feel like you can breathe, disgust rolling over you in waves. The old man was way too touchy with you, always had been over the years. It never seemed to lessen the feeling of your heart dropping into your stomach whenever he did. 

                      Shaking your arms and hands free of the feeling of his touch, you fly away from the altar that the human was still praying at, frown on your face as you mindlessly soar through the air. Being under Osborn’s tutelage has done nothing but add to your stress. Sure, your divine powers have grown, but so too has the whispers behind your back. Your peers have started to look at you, some with concern, some with disdain, and others with jealousy. The quiet angel who never dared to stand out is suddenly the most favored and adored. You don't blame the others, you'd look confused too if you saw someone like you in your shoes. Glancing down, you spot a babbling brook in the distance, a field of daisies and baby's breath swaying in the soft breeze. A perfect place to hide away, you think to yourself as your wings carry you down.

                         The long flowy sleeves of your white chiton brush along the flowers as you walk closer towards the brook, grass soft beneath your feet. You breathe in the scent of flowers as you kneel down to touch one, the daisy growing a bit bigger and turning a light blue color. The petals seem to glitter beneath the sunlight, and you smile as you sweep your arm in a circle, turning the flowers around you all types of different colors. They sparkle and shine under the sun, scent sweet and inviting. Sitting in the circle of your colored flowers, you close your eyes and tilt your head up to the sun to bask in its rays, wings fluttering softly behind you. 

                            You feel something tickling your finger then and you glance down, grinning as you see a tiny spider crawling onto your hand. Turning it over into your palm, you bring the creature up towards your face to look at it properly, noting the red pattern on its black body. 

                            “Well, hello there, little guy? I've never seen your type here before. I wonder what kind of spider you are…” You mumble softly as you peer into its beady eyes. The spider crawls closer towards your face, as though it were studying you in turn. Smiling as it crawls back and forth on your palm, a gasp leaves you at the sudden gold flash in its eyes. It then jumps into the patch of flowers below and you watch with wide eyes as it scurries a few feet away from you, where a swarm of spiders scramble to meet it. Before your very eyes, the swarm of spiders clamor over each other, running around and around like a vortex and reaching several feet high like a tower. They start to form a shape, the body of a person with gold eyes boring into you. Wriggling spiders shaping themselves into fingers, lips, ears, until the only thing standing before you is a tall man with a small smirk playing on his lips. 

                          Your heart thud in your chest as you stare up at the man before you, watching with bated breath as he walks over to kneel down in front of you. He's so gorgeous that you can feel your cheeks grow warm as he leans in a bit closer to you. His long locs frame his face and are adorned with all kinds of glittering pieces that sparkle like jewels, cheekbones high and jawline sharp. Dark skin that's as flawless as marble and lashes long enough to almost brush against his cheekbones. Piercings litter his ethereal face, adding to the dangerous yet appealing air to him.

                            “Never met an angel who liked spiders. Any reason you're down ‘ere on earth?” He asks slowly as he tilts his head, voice deep and warm and radiating in your very soul. An amused smile flits across his face as you remain quiet for several heartbeats, chuckling a bit as he leans in closer to you. You can feel your heart thundering in your ears.

                            “Hello? Anybody home…?” Shaking your head to rid yourself of the daze due to his presence, you peer up at him through your lashes, voice shaky and quiet.

                            “Sorry. Sorry… Y-You just, um, caught me by surprise is all”, you mumble softly, scooting back just a bit when you notice that you can see your reflection in his golden gaze. “I've never met a… Well, I'm going to assume you're a demon from that little show just now. What brings you topside?” He shrugs and crawls over to lay down beside you with his arms behind his head, fingers plucking one of the sparkling flowers that you had enchanted. You can't help the small giggle that escapes you when he puts the light blue daisy behind his ear and winks at you.

                           “There's some pompous asshole visiting the palace and I hate his stupid rose cologne. Plus, I had a feeling I'd find something interesting today.” You try not to dwell on how his eyes shine at you when he says that last part, heart fluttering in your chest. Turning your head, you try to will away the butterflies in your stomach, mentally chastising yourself for finding him attractive. Especially seeing as he was a demon and—

                         “Wait, palace? Say, I don't think I quite caught your name…” Sitting up, the demon is all smiles as he takes your hand gently in his, careful not to scratch you with his sharp nails. Your breath hitches and you can feel yourself swooning as he brings it up to press a tender kiss to the back of it. His fingers bracelet your wrist with utmost care and guide your hand to rest on his chest, warmth blossoming inside you at the frantic beating of his heart beneath your palm. He was just affected by you as you were by him.

                           “The name's Hobie, love. May I have yours, gorgeous?” He mumbles breathily, his face just inches from yours. Eyes fluttering at his close proximity, you recall where you heard that name before. Hobie… As in Hobie Brown, one of the princes of the Hells that oversees the first layer. His father is the King of all demons who resides in the deepest part of the Hells, where everything in that realm is shaped by his design. You gaze up at him with wide eyes and back away just a bit.

                           “You're a prince… And you're talking to me…?” Hobie raises an eyebrow and glances to his left before sweeping his gaze to his right. He looks up, then down, then, just for shits and giggles, he stands up completely and turns around with his hands on his hips. The whole thing makes you giggle and you roll your eyes as he turns back to you with a cheeky grin playing on his lips. Hobie settles back down beside you and sniffs.

                         “Don't see another pretty thing around ‘ere, do I? Course I'm talkin’ to you, love.” He says with a smirk on his stupidly handsome face, making you want to tear your hair out. If any of your peers saw you chatting with a demon, let alone a prince, like this, you'd never hear the end of it. You might even be forced to step down from your position as Osborn’s student. Which wasn't all that terrible an option, now that you think about it. Fingers grip your chin then, Hobie's touch as soft as silk on your skin. He tilts your head up until you can see your reflection gazing back at you in his liquid pools of warmth. Fondness and something else glitters in his eyes like the daisy in his hair, making you look up at him with a dreamy look on your face.

                         “Your name, lovie? May I have it”, he whispers softly, voice pulling you in like a calming tide. Your wings spread out to cover you both as you rest a hand on his chest, his other hand gently holding yours.

                          “Y/N, your Highness”, you say quietly, as if speaking any higher will break the calm that you two seem to be in. Hobie scrunches his nose and shakes his head slightly, eyes gleaming with something akin to affection. You were a goner, lost in those lipid golden pools that did nothing but beg you to dive in. Repercussions be damned. Something within you knew he was your fate, and you didn't mind that fact not one bit.

                          “None of that, angel. Just Hobie will suffice. Your Hobie…”

[nobodylikety]

I know that you currently making hybrid! Newjeans and i love it. But ngl i kinda wanna see hybrid! IVE, like i really need hybrid! puppy yujin so bad. I know she's gonna be so cute 🥹🫳🐶

Puppy Hybrid! Yujin 🐾

Hi! I hope you're doing fine <3

Yeah, Iately I've been thinking about expand this Hybrid!AU and now that you mention it, I really want to make hybrid! IVE ~!

soooo let's begin with puppy yujin, since she is the goodest girl 🩷 I hope you like it! ^_^

tags: puppy hybrid! Yujin x gn!reader, fluff, hybrid AU.

Puppy hybrid!Yujin absolutely HATES bath time , she always demands a warm towel and serious snuggles after it. 🫧

Puppy hybrid!Yujin probably has an emotional support blankie! The reason? It has your scent, and when you're away from her and she misses you so much (to the point of whining and howling for you), she likes to curl up on top of it to feel a little closer to you. At least, until you return to her side to fill her with attention and tummy rubs, as she deserves <3

Puppy hybrid!Yujin subconsciously gives everyone puppy eyes. She can’t help it, it’s just how she looks up at people! she's literally this: 🥺

Puppy hybrid!Yujin is, contrary to what people would think, very calm. She's the kind of puppy that tends to lie down somewhere and when she sees you arrive, instead of running up and probably knocking you down, stays in her place while excitedly wagging her tail and smiling at you!

Puppy hybrid!Yujin is a certified good girl ™ She's a very observant pup, particularly about the emotions of others (and especially yours, since you're her owner), so she can tell when you need space or a hug. She only wants the best for you!

🩷 ، ﾟฅ ｡ [ Good puppygirl cuddle ]

You are working exhaustively trying to finish the report that your boss (whom, by the way, you hate with all you might) asked you. You've been like this for hours, staring at the monitor screen, while your fingers slide from one side of the keyboard to the other, excessively quickly. You are extremely concentrated, keeping in mind the idea of being able to finish that ridiculous report once and for all, even though you feel a stinging pain on the side of your head and your eyes are burning, due to the continuous and non-stop exposure to the screen.

You're so stressed, and so tired.

You could practically cry in frustration, because there seems to be no end to the damn report.

And Yujin realizes this. She feels your anguish, your tiredness, your frustration. She has always been very observant, especially when it comes to you. You are her owner, and she loves you.

So while you continue to type frantically, while leaning towards the screen more than is safe for your eyesight, Yujin gets up from the dog bed in which she is comfortably lying and walks towards you.

“Ngh” Yujin whines, demanding your attention. That familiar sound is enough to break your bubble of concentration. You stop your writing in your tracks, staying in the middle of a word, to move your chair and get comfortable. This action causes a pull in your back, indicating that you have been hunched over for too long.

"What's wrong, puppy?" You ask, looking at Yujin. Her lips are puffed up in an adorable pout, and her eyes give you a pleading look, one you know quite well. Puppy eyes.

"You don't look well. Yujinnie worries, owner"

You must look really haggard if Yujin points it out. You rub your hand over your face, yawning.

"Mhm, yes, angel. I haven't been feeling very well, it's work," You explain to Yujin. There's no point in hiding it from her, she's very smart and observant.

"Need a hug, owner?" Yujin's tail calmly begins to wag from side to side, with hidden expectation.

"Yeah, pup, please"

Within seconds, a pair of gentle arms surround you. Yujin snuggles deep into the hug, burying her face between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent. Being this close to Yujin makes you realize that these are the feelings you need now: peace, satisfaction, love. She is happy now. You are happy.

You no longer has the desire to continue working, nor do you have it in mind to continue with the report soon, since now all your thoughts are occupied by Yujin.

"Such a good girl..." You praise her, scratching her behind the ears. A hug from Yujin is capable of undoing all the discomfort of the day.

Puppy hybrid!Yujin has chew and nibble as love language, she often flops on you and randomly chews your fingers, clothes or your stuff just to make her love for you completely and absolutely clear!

+ This. Pup. CHEWS. EVERYTHING. Loves you? chews. Wants to play? chews. While she falls asleep? chews.

Puppy hybrid!Yujin breaks her toys more often than she would like :( but not on purpouse! she just has a strong grip 🥺

Puppy hybrid!Yujin gets REALLY scared with storms or loud noises </3 she will pout, get teary-eyed, crawl into your lap and whine, begging for the good ol' cuddles she needs so much to calm down 🫂

[nanasparadise]

A Visit

☆彡 Yan! Zeke x fem reader (Modern AU)

☆彡 Part 1

☆彡 Word count: 1039

☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.

☆彡 A/N: I was kinda hesitant to post this because it's super self-indulgent and I feel like many people hate Zeke (which is totally fine, you can like/dislike any fictional character, I just don't want anyone to judge me for writing this), but maybe someone else might enjoy this as well!

! TW: yandere behaviour, noncon touching, implied age gap (since reader and Eren are around the same age and Zeke is ten years older than him), just Zeke being a weirdo, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI !

Summary: You want to visit your friend Eren. Instead, you end up being alone with his brother Zeke.

You really hoped Zeke wouldn't be there this time.

He wasn't mean or rude to you. On the contrary, every time you went to visit Eren, his brother was accomodating to you and played the perfect host.

Maybe a little bit too much.

Eren was always annoyed by his behaviour and grumbled to turn it down. You, on the other hand, didn't want to be a bad guest, so you just chuckled awkwardly and kept quiet. You'd always wondered how the two brothers could live together, since they couldn't be any more different. Eren had once mentioned that his father wanted them to get along better, but this topic seemed to be a sore spot, so you let it drop.

Right now, you were in front of their shared apartment, waiting for someone to let you in. Eren had spontaneously texted you to come over and play video games. Not one to turn down a chance to finally beat him at Mario Kart, you quickly accepted. Though your excitement was quickly squashed when you saw Zeke open the door.

"Ah, Y/N", he spoke your name with such familiarity. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" He shot you a warm smile.

You gave him a nervous smile in return. "Hey Zeke, I'm actually here for Eren. He asked me to drop by."

"Oh, did he?" His head tilted slightly to the side. "Are you sure he asked you to come now? He's currently not home, he should be still at the gym as far as I'm aware."

You furrowed your eyebrows. He wasn't home? Why would he say to come over then? You took out your phone and checked the chat, just to make sure you didn't misunderstand anything.

No, he clearly wrote two p.m.

Not wanting to bother Zeke, you played dumb. "Oh yeah, you're right, he did say to meet later. I must have confused something." You let out a quiet chuckle, trying to cover up for the unease you felt. "I'll come back later, sorry for bothering you." You turned away from the entrance door, angling your body towards the stairs. Giving Zeke one last smile, you bid goodbye. "See you around, Zeke."

A hand shot around wrist and stopped you from moving any further. "Wait, Y/N!" Zeke gave you an intense look. Your heart started beating faster, startled by the sudden touch, and you pulled your wrist out of his grip. Noticing your discomfort, he schooled his expression into his typical calm smile again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. But how about you wait here? I've got an hour left before I need to go to work, so I can keep you company. That way, you don't need to come back later."

You didn't like the way he seemingly stared into your soul, trying to get an answer from you. Would he be upset if you refused? In the end, it'd be easier to stay, wouldn't it? "If that's okay for you, I don't want to impose", you hesitantly replied.

His smile reached his eyes now. "You wouldn't impose at all! In fact, I'm glad I don't have to be alone now." Zeke put his hand on the small of your back and gently guided you inside the apartment. You took off your shoes and were about to do the same with your coat, but Zeke was faster. Quickly, he grabbed the fabric and forced you to wiggle out of it.

"You didn't have to…", you uttered, embarrassed by his action.

He, on the other hand, gave you a chuckle in return and winked. "Only the best for my guest."

The two of you ended up playing Mario Kart instead. When you admitted that you didn't think he'd be so good at the game, Zeke answered he 'was talented with his fingers'.

You prayed he was only referring to his job as a surgeon.

Luckily, that one hour passed quickly. Zeke stood up from the couch and made himself ready for work.

Before you could realise his intention, Zeke had already bent down in front of your seated form and pressed a kiss on your head. His right hand gripped the back of your neck, making an escape attempt difficult. "I'm looking forward to doing this again with you", he whispered close to your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The smell of nicotine and expensive cologne permeated the air and clouded your senses as you were fixated on his longing gaze. What the hell was going on?

Wordlessly, he got up again and offered you a small wave and innocent smile, as if the whole interaction hadn't happened.

You were about to say something — anything, to make clear that you were definitely not happy with this —, but Zeke had already turned around and left the room.

Still too perplexed by the situation, you stared at the TV in front of you, hoping the device would miraculously give you an answer on what to do. Of course, such thing didn't occur, so you grabbed your phone instead and sent Eren a message, telling him to get his ass home now.

A few moments later, the front door's lock clicked open and a sweaty Eren came to the living room. Relieved by his appearance, you got up from the couch and went to greet him.

"You could have told me the correct time instead of making me wait here with your weird brother for an hour!" You playfully boxed his shoulder, yet your words were genuine.

Eren shot you a puzzled look. "As much as I'm happy to see you, I have no clue why you're here." Now it was your turn to be confused. "I didn't ask you to come over today. In fact, I forgot my phone, so I couldn't have texted you."

„This can't be, look, I've got a text from you that clearly said-" as you showed him the chat, a sense of dread began forming in your stomach, heavy like a stone.

Realisation hit you hard. Eren couldn't have written that message, but someone else, who had been home the whole time, definitely could.

You wouldn't come back to Eren's place again.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Hey do you think ya can explain Barnaby and his illusion smoke a bit? It seems really cool and I don't remember if ya talked about it in depth before

sure! this got a bit longer than i expected!

so i was thinking that Barnaby seems like more of a hands-off kinda guy when it comes to altercations. would rather sit back and make funny commentary! so if he Had to get involved, i imagine it would be from a distance and still in an Entertaining Way!

thus - illusion magic! for this au i've been picturing that he got his paws on some illusionary herb in his early teens. for making people laugh, you know! and help out with the farm - illusions could distract animals, convince them to move on to different pastures, calm the chickens for egg-collecting, etc!

Ms. Beagle didn't really approve, since smoking is harmful, but lucky for the both of them this particular plant doesn't deal as much damage when smoked as normal smoking materials would - like tobacco! something to do with the magic properties! so Barnaby mostly used it for chores (when his mama wasn't paying attention, ofc - it's still a bad habit in her eyes) and entertainment purposes.

how it works: on its own, it doesn't do much when burned. it's not like illusions will waft out of the pipe's bowl, or that sniffing it will give someone hallucinations. in order for it to work properly, the user has to inhale properly, form the Intent of what the illusion should be / look like / behave, then purposefully blow the smoke out with that thought firmly in mind. the reach of the smoke depends on the force of Intent, and the intensity depends on the amount inhaled. those that breathe it in / are surrounded by it will see hallucinations of whatever Barnaby - or whoever the user is - wants them to! it can be literally anything! whether or not the target is fooled depends entirely on the individual, but the herb is potent enough that most are convinced that what they "see" is real (auditory hallucinations only occur if the target breathes in the smoke)

upsides: this form of magic is great for distractions, cover, deescalation, and that kind of thing. if needed, Barnaby could stop a fight with one exhale! it's a pretty powerful trick! it also means that Barnaby has built up a tolerance to illusion magic over the years, so where most of the party would be tricked, Barnaby would be unfazed. the only one with total immunity to the form of magic is Wally!

downsides: if Barnaby uses too much in too short of a time, it will get to him. and since he breathes in the largest amount - undiluted at that - it can fuck him up! using it sparingly / using repeated small amounts doesn't do anything. the most it will do is make him feel slightly untethered, but he has an easy time ignoring it / shaking it off.

in mild cases of the magic getting to him, it's like a bad trip. his proprioception is messed with (basically he gets uncharacteristically clumsy & off-balance), he feels like he's falling, anxiety spikes, and his vision is just... off! there are blind spots (im talking actual blind spots, not spots of black), things are moving in ways that they shouldn't, he has mild auditory hallucinations. the others can help ground him by talking to him, touching him, and confirming what's real and what isn't.

in bad cases, it's like that but 10 times worse. on top of all of the previous symptoms being worsened, he gets extremely vivid hallucinations, and they're very often not fun! it's a simultaneous feeling of dying, going insane, and not knowing what the fuck is going on. Barnaby loses sense of where he is, who's where, what's happening. he can get lost in the hallucinations - he has no way to know that they aren't real. in these terrible trips, no one can really help him. they can't get through the hallucinations, and if they do, the magic morphs Barnaby's perception of them and they end up adding to the effects. honestly the best thing for him is to let him rest somewhere with as little sensory input as possible & leave him be until he starts to come down. physical contact does help, since Barnaby understands on an instinctive level that illusions can't touch him, but it doesn't help half as much as it does w/ the mild trips. and again, the presence of someone can make the hallucinations worse.

so! suffice to say! he doesn't like using the herb all that often, and it's why he Stays Out Of It unless absolutely needed. he has two pouches of the herb - one with the strong stuff, reserved for emergencies / one with just a tiny bit of it mixed in with Barnaby's own personal blend for recreational/everyday use. (he also has an emergency tobacco stash in his pack, but that's only for when he's completely out of his usual blend <3)

extra lil scribble that didn't make it into the lil doodle post... i broke his wrist...

[yourivy-grows]

So, i'm currently experiencing artblock and have been kinda busy with college, and since I've seen a lot of twdg AUs lately, I'd love to share some headcanons for my Tenn lives! AU :)

Note: Most of this AU follows the original plot and includes some scrapped content from The Final Season (Yes, Tenn was supposed to live)

(This time, I'll only focus on Violentine's route since I chose Violet, but I can make a Clouis version later)

And feel free to ask if you would like to know more :)

• If Clem chose to trust AJ, he won't shot Tenn like he actually does in the game

• During the bridge scene, Tennessee doesn't die. Neither does Louis or Violet (except if Clem didn't trust AJ, ofc)

• Instead, AJ purposely shoots Louis/Violet in their right shoulder so the bullet could hit a walker behind them, saving their lifes.

• After being shot, Violet reacts immediately. She throws Tenn across the bridge so he can reach safely to the other side, while AJ keeps shooting at the walkers behind her

• Then, she jumps too. She barely makes it to the other side, so Clem rushes to help her climb up

• Once they are all together, the four friends hug each other thigly, tears streaming down their faces while Minerva keeps screaming in anger and pain. They are all hurting, bleeding, scared

• But safe

• And most important: alive

• Violet was bleeding, and so was Clementine. Tenn, in the other hand, was completely in shock

• AJ tried to make him react. The gunshots caught the attention of a large horde in the woods, and this time, they were almost behind them. They needed to go, and fast

• Just like in the original game, they got separated by the fence. Violet climbed up first since she was bleeding the most. Once they were surrounded by the herd, Clem insisted that she needed to go

• Violet insisted, but she could barely stay on her feet. She needed to go back to Ericson and find help as soon as possible

• So Clementine stayed with the kids

• When they tried to climb up the rocks, Tenn didn't move

• AJ went first, so he could shoot at the herd from above while Clementine and Tenn followed his way. However, Tenn was still in shock, and no matter how hard Clementine and AJ insisted or how desesperate they were, he didn't move or say a word

• When the walkers were almost touching their backs, Clementine pushed Tenn and forced him to climb as fast as he could. Once he made it to the top, Clementine began to climb up as well, but her leg got caught by a walker and we know what happened then

• She got bitten

• After realizing what had just happened, AJ started crying

• He was devasted, but also furious

• He knew Clem was gonna die

• But not because of bad luck or an accident

• He knew it was Tenn's fault

• So, if Clem stopped AJ from shooting Lilly, AJ won't react this time. They kept moving forward until they make it to the barn. But once they got surrounded by the walkers, Tenn will desperately run into the woods to escape, leaving Clementine and AJ behind

• Just like in the original game, AJ found him a few weeks later wandering by the river

• But sadly, it was too late. He had already turned

• On the other hand, if AJ shot Lilly, he slaps Tenn. Even though he was furious and wanted to kill him right there, Tenn immediately reacts after the hit and apologize for what happened

• He's still in shock after witnessing his sister literally died in fron of his eyes

• Just a few weeks after finding out she wasn't actually death like Marlon and Brody made him believe

• One year mourning over a living person

• Even though she wasn't the same Minerva he knew and loved

• When they walked into the woods and got surrounded, Tenn insisted on going to Ericson and find some help

• Clementine didn't feel right about this idea, but before she could even respond, Tenn was already running towards the school

• Or at least, he tried

• He got lost. He was so shocked and disoriented that he didn't recognize the way back home. He wandered in the woods until James found him

• But his effort wasn’t in vain. Tenn dropped one of his crayons while running, so Ruby and Aasim could follow the trail towards the barn and find Clementine before it was too late

• Yes, AJ carried her on a wheelbarrow, but he's only 5 so I don't think he got too far away

• Tenn was so ashamed and felt so sorry for what happened that he didn't want to go back to Ericson or face AJ again. He genuinely thought Clementine was dead because of him, and he couldn't bare with that guilt

• James took care of him for the next weeks. At Ericson, everyone thought Tenn was dead and stopped looking after a few days

• Except for Violet. She kept looking every single day

• She was so mad at Clementine she didn't even speak to her after she woke up. She was relieved because her girlfriend was alive, of course, but she was also grieving the kid she raised for almost eight years

• She didn't speak to AJ either. He missed her, so much

• AJ found Tenn wandering by the river, just like in the original game. Tenn explained him what happened and that he lived with James in the woods for a few weeks, because he was not ready to face him after putting their lives at risk and almost killing Clem

• AJ was relieved. Now, he knew Tenn was alive, and James was also okay

• He forgave him and went back to Ericson together

• After all, Clem was alive

• And they both were best friends. But not like Clem, cause she was old.

• Like real best friends

• Cause they were only kids

• They didn't deserved to die just because they "weren't made for that world"

[shadyauthor]

My welcome home AU EXPLAINED

The "HeartStrings💕" AU

So basically short explanation, Giffany from Gravity Falls but Wally. But! Also DDLC but the cast of Welcome Home.

But the in depth explanation :

The AU itself is close to DDLC but Wally himself is more like Giffany, as in like his abilities!

But its not like the reader is IN the game no, the reader buys the game.

The plot of the AU itself is basically

Wally x Reader

Sally x Reader

Julie x Reader

Poppy, Barnaby, Frank, and Eddie are also in the game but are not romantically involved with the reader! The others will be considered as "route choices" but the book is truly just Wally x Reader.

This game is called: "Strings of their hearts". I don't know where I want to take this story yet, if I want the cast to have a good end or a bad end (as in like the ending in DDLC, where you are trapped with Monika forever till you delete her) or a "happy" ending, which I won't disclose since I already have that planned out and there is a possibility I could use it! I wouldn't want to spoil it nono! And I don't know if I want to end it at all, but I know that'd be impossible so an ending is inevitable

If you have questions please feel free to ask, as I might have not covered everything that I wanted to (curse my memory!) This is the basic covering of the AU itself.

Now onto the game!

The game will start by opening up to a screen (most of this will be described in the first chapter I will make when writing it all out) it is old and lagging but the reader persists! The game will go about the reader moving into a neighborhood and meeting all of their new friendly neighbors over the course of TWO DAYS. (Tbh I'm kinda just writing this out to remind myself the plot so I don't forget) meeting the "love interests" on the second day. You will have two months (in game) to get a date with one of the love interests!

You get to know each individual character to become friends or more (minus Poppy, Barnaby, Frank, and Eddie ofc) and that is all I can really say without spoiling the book!

The reader will be gender neutral throughout the ENTIRE story, as their gender is not needed for the book, I will try not to use pronouns at all but if I do they will be [They/Them], to try and be as inclusive as possible as I can.

This story will take place 2000-2005,[update: I changed it to be set in 2023 🤭] and the reader is an adult (this does not matter really as there will be ABSOLUTELY NO. NONE. ZERO. Nsft in this book, even if Clown changes their boundaries and opinions on it, the only reason they are an adult is because the cast are adults and this is a romance book)

If there is any questions please feel free to message me or comment I'll make sure to get to them whenever I can!

And of course, if I am going against ANY of Clowns boundaries PLEASE tell me and I'll fix or delete what I did immediately! We respect clowns boundaries in this household

NONE of this is Canon, this is an AU, and not at all affiliated with the original or Clown.

I will be posting the first chapter on here later today, I also have a tiktok account that will be dedicated to this AU and this AU alone

I will also be making drawings for this AU, like what the reader would look like IN game, Wallys outfit and basically the entire casts outfits, it will take time ofc! But it feels nice to see a visual representation.

Update: I've decided to take off Poppy Partridge x reader 💔

Heart Strings AU tiktok : wh_heartstringsau._

Where to message me : ꜱʜᴀᴅʏ 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞#4047 (I will change this if I change my username!)

So yeah, I'm nervous and I don't know if this will get attention at all, but I hope who ever decides to read this (or the chapter) I hope you enjoy!

[shadow-pixelle]

Braided Fates 1

(Masterpost)

So this is the first part of the DCxDP AU that I've been messing with recently. And by first part I mean that actual first part, of the 'how the hell did we get into this situation' kind. As such, this is only Danny Phantom, since the crossover aspects will show up later on. I'm currently up to... I think four parts of this, and it kinda keeps ballooning so it might just get insane at some point, but hey, new fic project.

Also related, but if you're coming here after reading the later parts of the fic, I made some small edits to post 3, mainly regarding some ghost terms because I discussed it with my sister in the aftermath of the writing, decided I liked this idea better than the current common fanon, and then didn't change it in post 3. So I went back and made the edits to that, and it'll come up in story on time.

Anyway! Welcome to Braided Fates, the actual beginning.

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The whole thing had started when they were barely eighteen.

Well. Not really. The whole thing had started when they were fourteen and stupid. But now, standing there at eighteen with Sam pressed on one side and Tucker close on the other, Danny couldn’t help but feel like things were really only starting now.

-x-

They were barely eighteen. Only barely. But it was good enough. Eighteen meant they could move away, live alone. It meant that all three of them could get out of Amity Park and go, if they had to. It meant their parents couldn’t stop them.

They’d been planning this for years, now. In some ways, Danny felt like he’d been preparing for it since the day he’d stepped into the Portal and died. He knew Sam and Tucker felt the same, from quiet conversations over PDAs and financial plans. Sam had been quietly stockpiling money from her parents, just in case. They had a dozen go bags hidden in places throughout the town, just in case. Tucker had created identities for them to use, just in case.

Just in case, as if it wasn’t likely. As if there was a chance.

They’d all known there wasn’t one.

They’d had to wait for Tucker’s birthday to pass, with him being the youngest of the three of them. But once it had, they’d been ready. Money piled away, identities ready to go, go bags prepared.

They started with the Fentons. It was the most risky, they thought, but also the most important. Danny had filled Jazz in on the situation, and she’d agreed to help with tears in her eyes. She pulled their parents out of the lab, and once they were gone, Danny has phased Tucker and Sam in. They were in charge of rigging the Portal to shut down if things went bad. Danny was capable of making his own portals, now, so he’d be able to get them out of Amity and into the Ghost Zone to hide. If things went bad, he’d disappear immediately, grab them, and run. They’d deal with the Foley’s and the Mason’s later, if that happened.

When that happened, Danny had secretly thought. He was pretty sure Sam felt the same, though Tucker was hopeful that they’d be on their side. Or at the very least they’d be supportive of the trio’s need to run.

Danny hadn’t thought so, up until he’d dropped Sam and Tucker off and gone upstairs to explain.

He started with the need to leave Amity Park. His parents had understood that easily. Jazz had done the same thing, going to college out of state. His parents didn’t quite get it, really- their lives were studying ghosts, and they didn’t quite get not wanting to do that- but they knew that Jazz had things she wanted to do, and understood that Danny had his own things. That he was terrified of ghosts, and didn’t want to be around them any more. They’d offered immediately to help him look for colleges he could get into with his grades, offered support financially so he could settle down without having to stress too much-

And then Danny had stopped them, and explained why.

“I want to go to school.” He said, quietly. “I can’t do what I want to do, not any more, but I’d like to go to school and do something. But I can’t.”

“Why not, Dann-o?”

“The GIW.” Danny breathed, slowly. It’d been enough time that Sam and Tucker should have things sorted out in the lab. He just had to get through this part, and then run. “The Portal didn’t work at first, remember? It only started working later.”

His mom frowned. “Yes, we never did figure out what caused that…”

“There was a switch on the inside.” Danny told her, taking in their faces for what he thought was the last time. “I wanted to show Sam and Tucker the thing, and Sam wanted a picture. I walked inside for the scale, and I tripped. And it turned on.”

Both his parents looked horrified.

“I’m Phantom.” He said, suddenly calm. “The other ghosts call me a halfa. Half dead and half alive. I’ve been doing what I can to keep the other ghosts from causing trouble here, since this is my territory. But I’m Phantom, and-”

He was cut off by his mom lurching forward, and with a flash of instinctive panic, he went intangible. She looked heartbroken, and Danny nearly fled then and there. He didn’t want to remember the way they’d look when they finally realised they had their target in front of them, and he didn’t want to hurt them, so all there was was to run-

Both of his parents were crying.

“Oh, Danny…” His dad said, none of his normal booming voice at all. He looked like a man about to fall apart, and Danny-

He didn’t know how to deal with that.

The talk had gone on for longer than expected, after that. So much longer that Sam had started blowing up his phone with messages, and he’d had to excuse himself to go and reassure them that he was alright, and that Tucker had been right, they were listening, and they weren’t going to hurt him.

He’d had to come clean about what they’d been doing in the lab after that, but that went alright, too. They’d even agreed, almost immediately, that the Portal needed to be shut down. That they couldn’t let the GIW get their hands on it.

Once everything was settled there, he’d been able to tell the truth about their plans.

“We can’t stay in Amity Park.” He said, once Tucker and Sam were pressed against his sides again. Mom was still holding his hand, reaching across Sam’s lap, and Dad was resting a hand on her shoulder. Jazz looked half way stuck between proud and sobbing. “I’m not safe here, and Tucker and Sam aren’t going to be either. I- don’t know that anyone is going to be safe here, with the GIW. There’s- there’s this thing with ecto contamination called Liminality, it’s being on the edge of death without being dead, and I- We don’t think there’s anyone in town who isn’t a bit Liminal, now. So it’s not going to be safe. But we don’t think we’ll be able to leave, either. Not safely.”

“Danny can’t stop himself from trying to help people.” Sam told them. “It’s something that’s hardwired into his ghost half, we think. But that means that if we move somewhere else, eventually we’ll get found out, because he won’t be able to not help. And then they’ll keep following us.”

“Then… where will you go?”

“The Zone.” Tucker said, easy. “We’ve already set things up, mostly, and we’ve got plans and stuff. Danny can survive there no problem, and Sam and I haven’t ever had any issues with the place, really. And we tested it a bit, a while back, so we’ve got a place where we know we’re gonna be safe. So we’re going to shut the Portal down, and go to the Zone with a different method.”

“All three of you?”

“We’ll talk to our parents after this.” Sam straightened, lifting her chin. “But we are going.”

-x-

And they’d went.

-x-

The conversations with the Foley’s and the Manson’s went just as well, in the end. With Danny’s parents backing them up, both sets of parents had agreed, with tears, but agreed even so. Methods of communication were set up- they had already had some plans for that, mostly for Ellie and for Val who’d both known about the entire thing for years- with the full knowledge that messages both ways were going to be difficult and infrequent, and then they’d started moving.

Danny had gone for their go bags, because a few of them required him to phase them out of walls or floors. Tucker and Sam had stayed behind to answer more questions and gather the last of what they’d need.

It had gone all too quickly, and then Danny was pulling open a portal to the Zone and walking through, both his friends right behind him, leaving their families behind in Amity Park.

-x-

Danny’s Lairs were unusual. One was his own, and the other was claimed from Pariah Dark during the same fight in which Danny had inadvertently won the crown.

Three years, and that still seemed strange, but one day Danny would inherit the entire throne of the Infinite Realms. What they called the Ghost Zone in Amity, because letting the GIW know anything about the true scale of the dimension on the other side of the Portal felt like a recipe for disaster.

The parts he’d claimed from Pariah were slowly shifting, even now, to being more Danny and less Pariah and his horrible taste. That Lair was the castle, the seat of his court to be.

Danny’s own Lair was nestled below and behind that, a near-perfect replica of his house in Amity with the parks of the city surrounding it. Sam and Tucker were only Liminal, so they didn’t have Lairs of their own, but that was where the near part came in; there were rooms added for both of them, as well as extra ones for Ellie and Val in case they ever needed to come to the Realms.

The three of them stood pressed together in the small garden between Danny’s Lair and the castle, bags at their feet, and feeling like things were only really just starting.

[intervalart]

Shorthand AU Masterpost

So my brainrot has gotten so bad that I currently I have 5 AUs for The Idiot Cowboys. At this point they might as well be OCs because this is....... Ridiculous. I have never had this happen with any other series I've been into.

All of them are still WIPs, and anything is subject to change because I have no idea what I'm doing. (pic to break up the cut)

-Vampire/Werewolf (this one you already know); I use BBFF for short when referring to this. BBFF is short for Bark Bark Flap Flap, because I am garbage at naming things, lol (Masterpost here, and I will also post a short and simple summary comic I made for it when I get the chance)

This only happened cuz of the amount of research I've had to do to scientifically justify the supernatural elements in my mind. (there is a lot of science nonsense in here, ESPECIALLY around the vampire mechanics, believe me)

This is also a slowburn from hell, cuz they are both Very Bad at dying, to the point where they through the decades up to Near Future (for those not in the fandom, it's a wacky setting with robots and psychic powers and basically a kaiju fight. Y'know, just how the people in 1994 imagined 2014 would be) and they both are intended to have unique designs for that era too. (only MD is designed for that so far, will post later.)

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-Fae AU; (I call it Lil Guys AU cuz again, awful with names) still set in the wild west, but it's kinda borrowercore with somewhat darker pepperings of Home Safety Hotline in terms of lore.

I'm working on a summary for that that I will post when it's ready, but it also has a lot of magic mechanics to it. However at this point it's mostly ramblings and whatever bullshit I doodled (and there is A LOT OF IT at this point, because this is the main one i have been scared of posting), and a lot of fic that I've not posted anywhere because I am TERRIFIED of sharing my writing, lmao.

Their relationship moves a lot faster in this one, probably because they're both facing The Horrors™ together that are under the surface of the fantasy facade, and they have to trust each other to survive. (Mostly because they are both silly little rat guys) This one is very much high risk, high return in terms of their relationship.

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-Duende AU; This one, I literally stuck them in my own OG setting with my OCs (for all 5 of you who know it, it's Yukure's series, which i do need to post more of the lore for, sorry lol)

Essentially, Sundown is a normal guy/former sheriff due to being a suspect in an Unfortunate Event that befell his town in 2012 (The year which the main catalyst occurs in the series), but he was acquitted and sorta "honorably discharged" since he couldn't ever really face his job again (the investigation and trial dragged on for 5 years up to 2017, where the series takes place)

And here, MD is his "Duende" (sorta like being haunted by a ghost/having a Familiar, but they're also functionally a parasite on a host)

They have a similarly antagonistic relationship here, but it's a bit different here because Mad Dog thinks he's pretty much a normal, charming, handsome, witty, suave bounty hunter, who's not sure why he got stuck with some guy with ptsd and depression, and why he suddenly has weird cool powers, and now he's coping with essentially being a ghost/incorporeal.

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-Vaudeville AU; this is not so much an AU as it is a continuation of canon

Essentially, MD finally catches Sunny after years of goin' at it, collects the bounty money, feels aimless and and horrible because he has no purpose in life. (a core factor here being a sense of loss because he knows he couldn't beat Sunny at his prime, he had to wait til age caught up with him, and he's realizing how much of his own life he spent on it and is Going Through It)

So he breaks Sunny out of jail, talk out their problems, and live the rest of their lives with the bounty money hiding from the law. (fake names, new aliases, everything)

The Vaudeville part comes in cuz MD eventually buys a theater with the reward money, and the setting takes place in the early 1930s as a LAL fan chapter which I keep meaning to write. (These two are really just minor characters in that setting but it's fun anyway lol)

They're in their 70s at this point, but they're still kickin!

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-Roleswap; this is pretty much just what it says on the tin. If Mad Dog was the outlaw and Sundown was the bounty hunter.

I think MD is wanted for (allegedly) burning down a theater that he was performing in (in truth, the owner needed insurance money and blamed it on him)

This one in particular is fascinating, mostly because Sundown isn't dead inside.

He still has light in his eyes and people to protect. They survived the attack, but he still left town to draw attention away from them, and hunts bounties to survive. (he sends the money to them)

This one is probably the least developed, but still open ended for shenanigans. (I REALLY wanna make the designs for it too...)

[sensitiveheartless]

20 questions for fic writers!

Tagged by @feralrookie! :D Thank you for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

10! (technically, kinda)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

379,547

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Bungou Stray Dogs! It's also the first fandom I've written for, actually. :D

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

This is how it feels to take a fall (Dazai goes feral, time shenanigans)

Plate :( (Dazai breaks a plate, experiences emotions)

Dazai and the Moving Detective Agency (Howl's Moving Castle AU)

Chuunyaa's Pawsitively Catastrophic Day (Chuuya is turned into a cat, it's short and pretty much just shenanigans)

Wish in one hand (First fic I wrote, and the first one I posted — Dazai has emotions about handholding)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, but I've been absolutely terrible at it lately — whenever I'm particularly stressed I start worrying that the negative emotions are going to leak through into what I'm writing and make my tone sound weird, so then I end up turtling in on myself and not saying anything at all, no matter how much I want to engage with people. It's a bad habit, and I want to work on it, so I'm gonna try to catch up on comments! (I treasure every single one of the ones I receive, so for anyone who has left a comment and hasn't gotten a response from me yet, thank you and I am very sorry about my inability to form words in a timely manner skdjfksd)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably An Unsent Letter, since it's pretty much just a short snippet of Dazai being sad while he's leaving the mafia. And even with that one, I have in my head that skk still get together after the four years apart, I just didn't write it. I am dreadful with sad endings — although the ending to "This is how it feels to take a fall" is a little bittersweet, perhaps.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm...I'm gonna say Dazai and the Moving Detective Agency, because it's the one with the longest buildup, so I think it has the most catharsis, at least for me! But I tend to give all of my fics happy endings because, as established, I am a wimp when it comes to hardcore angst. I will say that Zut Alors I Have Missed One is probably a contender for happiest as well, just because that fic had no angst whatsoever and was just Unhinged

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Nope! Everyone's been lovely! I have gotten some for my art, but honestly it was pretty toothless and I couldn't take it seriously lol

9. Do you write smut?

...Yeh. :0 There was an attempt, at least — one fic, and I made it anonymous (so on the extreme off-chance that anyone notices a discrepancy between my total ao3 wordcount listed here and the summed up wordcounts of the fics viewable on my profile, that's why!) It's also another fic I need to finish, I hit my writing roadblock with that one at the same time as all my others, and it's almost doneeee I just need my brain to cooperate >:|

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not any proper crossovers, only things like the Howl AU and the Little Mermaid AU, where I took the settings/plots and put in BSD characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

...Possibly? I'm not actually sure, I've given a couple people permission, but I'm not sure if anything came of that, I haven't heard one way or another :0 I do have a tendency to use puns, which I realize might make things difficult for translations

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not so far — and given how tempestuous my schedule has been, it'll probably be a while before I attempt anything like that! Sounds fun, though

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

...I mean, it's gotta be soukoku, because for all that I've enjoyed a lot of fictional pairings before (for example, Howl and Sophie specifically from the HMC books, Beatrice and Benedick from Much Ado About Nothing — I like bickering duos, what do you know — Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane, currently falling down the Hualian rabbithole because I'm reading Heaven Official's Blessing with my friend, and there's lots of other ones), for as much as I like all those, I haven't really had much of an urge to write anything for them.

So, purely in terms of me wanting to mess around with two characters and write them over and over and over again, it's really only skk! They hit the exact right combination of braincells, I guess lololol

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

Hmmm...honestly, most of my WIPs I still intend to finish at some point or another — first priority being the ones I've already started posting, of course! Although...just due to time constraints, I might not get around to writing the thief!Chuuya/detective!Dazai one I was planning a while back. (and I mean a WHILE lol) I didn't write very much of it, and honestly most of the reason I wanted to write it was for comedy — so maybe I'll turn it into a short comic series instead, because I do think some of the bits were funny :0

16. What are your writing strengths?

That's a hard one; I tend to look more at the ways I want to improve my writing then at what I like about it, and I nitpick just about everything I create, art and writing alike. But if I had to pick something, I would probably say dialogue? That tends to be what I write easiest, at least. I still want to get better at that too, though.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions and action scenes. I've been making myself write them more, so I think I'm slowly improving (the Howl AU has been great for that! It pushed me to write all sorts of scenes I wouldn't have normally :D ), but those two things remain what I get bogged down by the most.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Depends on the circumstances, I think? I'd include translations if I did. I do tend to include Japanese honorifics when I'm writing in the canon universe, because there's not really english equivalents and it feels like I'm leaving something out when I just do their names straight — although I did take them out when I was doing the Howl AU and the Little Mermaid AU, just as a setting thing.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bungou Stray Dogs — like I mentioned in the ship section, this is the first fandom where I've really felt the urge. Although I did write things when I was little that very blatantly yoinked in various creatures and concepts from the things I was reading and watching, which resulted in stories with pirates and weeping angels and Ringwraiths all running around in the same place. But I didn't usually bother with bringing in actual characters from those pieces of media, or even using the settings, I just made ocs and had them run around in my own made up world.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I like all of them for different reasons, but I think my favorite overall has to be Dazai and the Moving Detective Agency. It's the longest thing I've ever written, and when I started out I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it — so the fact that it's most of the way done (currently chipping away at the epilogue, it is getting to be a LOT of words) makes me really happy. And it's just been so much fun! Writing characters I hadn't before, piecing the world together, working out the magic system, writing Dazai being a mess and Chuuya being cool, it's all been a blast. And I seriously need to finish the epilogue, because the followups are living in my brain and they demand to be freed aksdfjksdjfk

But yeah! I'm not sure how many writers I know on here have already been tagged, so I'll just go open tags on this one! :D If any of y'all write and feel like doing this, then go for it!

[marclef]

Honestly, that little ramble on your 300 followers post kinda makes me wanna start posting my PT art on Tumblr now. I used to post FNF art over on DA, and did so for a few years. I poured my heart and soul into that AU, even if the art for it was usually pretty simple, and guess what I got in return?

... Someone posting my art to R/DeviantArtHell, calling a ship that I had between a canon character and an OC of mine sexual-related and incest (It was neither), and I ended up leaving the site out of fear people would try to accuse me of doing even worse stuff.

So yeah, that situation was really demotivating and made me seriously question if I was ever gonna want to share my art with anyone besides my friends ever again. But hearing that little ramble about how you’ve received so much love and support since moving to Tumblr makes me think that maybe I could have a better time posting my art here as well!

gosh, that's awful, i browse Reddit on occasion without an account just for cute/fandom posts, but an unfortunately-large portion of that site is bigoted and filled with hate. it's especially big in certain fandom circles like Undertale/Deltarune, but yeah, there's a good reason i deleted my old account from there.

and you know? i was honestly terrified about posting art on here originally. there's definitely still people here who will be rude and bullying for no reasons other than to be mean. but the Pizza Tower fanbase here is surprisingly supportive, and a lot of blogs i've met i've actually gotten fairly close with!

i'd say, if you want to post your art here, go for it! it might be slow to get attention at first, but the more you make, and the more people you talk too, eventually you'll get there!

and if you ever feel bad about making OCs or forming your own lore for stuff, just remember this important message from Eyhm:

[ashyswoyaus]

About the Lord Wander AU, are there any episodes that would not exist? The characters being shuffled around change the dynamics so drastically, there's no way a canon episode would take place?

Or, are there episodes that do happen, but occur with such different context or with very different events, to the point of being borderline unrecognizable?

Much love!

ooooo yes!!! this is something i've thought quite a bit about—there'd have to be loads of changes like that. most episodes i think, even, would have to be changed significantly. for episodes not existing, there's a Lot that definitely seem like it at first, and i even made a list, but after thinking on it a little more...they might fit more into the second category, where they're pretty majorly reworked. for episodes i haven't really been able to come up with anything for, there's the box, the lonely planet, the tourist, the helper, the boy wander, the heebie jeebies, and the sick day. the good deed, maybe? (but i think it might work, if you replace wander's stubbornness in his beliefs with dee's struggle to be a good person. you could perhaps even insert wander in there, since he's meant to be a bit of a recurring character in s1) perhaps the epic quest of unfathomable difficulty. those episodes are really wander-specific, and putting dominator in those positions renders them kinda pointless (like with the nice guy, how she just buys the thunder blazz without any trouble). and i can't think of any work-arounds to keep the basic premise of each, unlike with some other wander-specific episodes.

oh, but also, you'd have to get rid of like. the Entire hater crush arc in s2. so that would get rid of the matchmaker & the rival...but that arc would likely be replaced with something else. i don't know what that would be yet, but maybe something where you could keep the new toy, the show stopper, the cartoon, and my fair hatey, while getting rid of the "impressing dominator" part. have to brainstorm a few ideas for that but i'd like to believe it's possible

and onto some episodes that would instead be majorly reworked: the hat, of course, and by extension the bad hatter. and together with them i'd put the bot. since i feel like the position of the dombots and wander's hat would be switched in these cases! sylvia has to learn to work with the bots, bot 13 accidentally gets onto the skullship (and gets his name), wander's hat somehow falls onto the beach...real question is whether beep boop or the hat dies...i don't know if the hat can die. maybe it gets stranded in space. that'd be a pretty major change for wander, though, so i'm not really sure. then again it is supposed to be a bit of a darker tone than the show so...it might work. i think i'll probably do more on this topic at a later time!

there's also stuff like the bad guy, the big job, and the rider, revolving around wander's lack of toughness compared to sylvia—dee's pretty tough, moreso than sylvia even, so she wouldn't have these issues, but you could probably keep the settings of these episodes and just change the main conflict. for the bad guy, dee and syl use a ship to get around rather than orbble juice, but you could easily have them needing fuel instead. and dee would fit in pretty well with ryder's attitude, so separating her and syl would be difficult...i'll keep trying to figure those ones out though!

this is getting long so i'll skip over most of them for now since i feel like i'd be repeating myself...i think the big day would be one of them, but dee wouldn't suggest a wedding-like ceremony. some other big event, like a funeral. and for the night out i actually have something Very specific for it: it moves placement in the season to the first arc, before lord wander is revealed as the wandering weirdo, and is titled The Day Off. while the night out was about letting loose and wild, it's a girls' night, brawling being something syl doesn't get to do so often—she gets plenty of that in the AU, and instead, the day off is all about relaxing, taking it easy and getting some rest, which is what this syl doesn't get as much of. oh! and something to do with wander's doing good deeds to stave off bad karma—while dom started the episode bored, and decided to go out to have fun, wander i think would start off somewhat Stressed and anxious because of how much Evilling he's been doing lately and take this day off to go help people, to keep in the universe's good graces. this is another one i'd like to do more on later when i get the chance!!!

there's tons of episodes i think would change (like...all of them) so if you (or anyone else) ever want to hear about a specific one or more about one i mentioned here just ask :)