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teyamsgrl · 2 years ago

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how sorry i am ✧ lo'ak

❗️MDNI ❗️

OKOK lo'ak is ofc our sweet baby but the idea of enemies to lovers with lo'ak just 🦋🦋🦋 / i hope you all enjoy!! just look at his lil mean face above >:(

°˖➴ warnings: fem metkayina reader, enemies to lovers, agedup!lo'ak, mean!lo'ak, sub!lo'ak, blood mention (not sex related), slight angst, slow burn??, body worship, oral f receiving, some nipple play - paskalin: honey

lo'ak being your brother's best friend was quite the shit position. ever since lo'ak and his family joined the metkayina people a year ago he has despised you, very publicly as well. anytime he saw you, he teased you, talked down to you, etc. he made you feel shitty, but here's the catch: you had an undeniable crush on him. as much as you wanted to deny the fact, you just couldn't. it was something about how you saw him with other people, observing how he really is. how he took care of his little sister and was always willing to help others out. you knew he harassed you for a specific reason; what it was you had no idea. you still acted hostile towards him to keep your true feelings covered, plus it was unfair to let him treat you like this without retaliation.

"lo'ak's staying over" you brother says as he enters your pod late in the evening, lo'ak trailing behind him. you roll your eyes, "great..", you glance up quickly to take in lo'ak's appearance. pretty. "trust me, i'm not pleased about seeing you either" lo'ak scoffs and takes a seat on your brother's cot, taking his bow off of his back. you continue cutting the fruits scattered around you on the woven mat, tossing them into a bowl afterwards. you go to slice the next one in half, accidentally nicking one of your fingers. "ouch.." you mumble, looking down to see the pearl of blood on your finger. you wipe it on a nearby rag, catching lo'ak's eyes on you. "awwww, can't handle a little cut?" he teases, pouting at you. "shut up" you mumble again, moving back to continue cutting, making sure the blood didn't get anywhere else. "can't even cut fruit properly, damn" he smirks watching your eyes narrow in anger. sometimes you wish your brother did something to defend you, but he probably just accepted that you and lo'ak hated each other and it would always be that way. you ignore his comment, "always knew you were a bit incompetent but shit, that's bad" he chuckles mockingly, causing anger to bubble up inside of you. you may secretly like him but he is a dick. you throw down the large fruit in your hand and the knife, standing up and rushing out of your pod. you had it with him, and yourself. what kept drawing you to him? and why couldn't you turn it off? you turn and run past all the other marui, feet hitting the sand as you exhale. you approach the water, about to call your ilu before you hear a voice calling you, "y/n! wait!"

you scoff as you recognize the voice right away, "just leave me alone, lo'ak" you state firmly, back facing him as he comes closer. "y/n" he places a hand on your shoulder, urging you to face him. the ecstatic feeling that ran through your body was indescribable, he had never touched you before, even when passing by. you turn to come face to face with him, your eyes gazing up into his. "i'm sorry-" he mumbles, his amber eyes blank and searching yours. "sorry? you're sorry? after a year of harassing me you're suddenly sorry? i bet my brother made you do this..." you sigh and bring your hands to your head, tugging your braids gently out of frustration. "he didn't, i swear-" you cut him off again, feelings bursting out of your mouth without a second thought. "yeah sure, lo'ak, i doubt it. what made you feel so bad today? instead of yesterday or the day before? fuck- you have never felt bad about making fun of me before, and it's so stupid that i don't just avoid you because of my... because-" you stop yourself before you go too far off the edge and are unable to turn back. "because of what?" he inquires, you have never heard his voice so gentle towards you before. "because i like you, okay?! i like you too much for my own good and i hate the fact that i do!" you scream, tears forming in your eyes as you realize what you've just admitted. you take a deep breath in, unable to release it before lo'ak's lips are on yours, kissing feverishly. you gasp and pull away, trying to figure out if that actually just happened. "don't- don't do that just to mess with me, please" he shakes his head immediately, denying your accusation. "i'm not, i'm genuinely sorry about everything i've said to you. i don't know why i did it, probably projecting my own shit but- i like you too, so much. i just want to make it up to you, if you'd even let me.." you notice how his tail is moving, softly moving left and right as if in anticipation. you nod at his words, trying to comprehend his side of things. "i'm willing to forgive you. you'll most definitely have to prove it, but i'm willing to. and willing to become more eventually… if you'd want that", a small smile pulls itself onto your lips. "thank you..." he smiles back and reaches for your hips, "let me make it up to you, show you how sorry i am, please. how much i feel for you..."

you breathe shakily as he sinks to his knees, bending to start at your ankle and place delicate kisses up your leg. your run your hand along his cheek as he moves to repeat the actions on your other leg. "you're so beautiful, so beautiful..." he whispers and stands back up, kissing along your jaw now. you sigh in delight and tilt your head to allow him to continue. he smiles against your skin and moves down your neck and the middle of your chest. "can i take it off?" he questions as his hands run behind your back to the tie of your top. you nod and shiver as he removes it, the evening air grazing your nipples, breasts perky and freckles glowing. "shit.." he breathes and kisses his way to your nipple, flicking his tongue over it once to test the waters. the whimper that leaves your mouth says enough as he sucks it into his mouth. "l-lo'ak" you stutter out as his warm mouth has your nipple encapsulated, your thighs pressing together to relieve the arousal beginning to pool.

he releases it with a pop, kissing to the other. "i just wanna worship your fucking body.. never seen someone prettier" you whine at his words as he sucks the other nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling around it and toying with it. your hands weave their way into his hair, tugging on his braids as another whine escapes your lips. he hums and unlatches again, hands lingering over your loincloth. "wanna taste.. wanna make you feel good... please", he almost whimpers the sentence out, "yes, lo'ak, yes". he unties your loincloth and helps you step out of it, moving to his knees again. he licks his lips and looks over your wet pussy, his head leaning on your stomach. "tell me what you want, please princess, i just wanna please you..." he kisses your stomach and awaits a response from you, his ragged breaths tickling your stomach.

"mouth, mouth..." you look down on him as he places one of your feet on his shoulder, giving him the perfect angle to dive in. which he does. his tongue makes it's first move against your clit, eager bud pulsing under his tongue. you moan and toss your head back, your hips fervently pushing against his tongue. he moves further, tongue delving into your tight and dripping hole. "that's good, that's so good-" you gasp and keep yourself steady by your grip on his braids. he hums into you, the vibrations bringing you even more pleasure. his mouth never falters, licking and sucking and kissing all over your pussy. he shifts away to breathe quickly, "you taste so sweet, even better than i would've thought. so beautiful, i wanna be down here forever" he whines out and moves back in, nose nudging your clit as his tongue glides around and in your hole again. he takes note of your demeanor change, breathing more heavy and hip movements more aggressive.

"you're close, baby. fuck my face, use me. just feel good... i got you" he mumbles as he brings a couple fingers to stroke your clit at a fast pace, desperate to bring you to an orgasm. your eyes roll back as you hold his braids tighter, grinding onto his tongue and into his fingers. "oh great mother- i'm- lo'ak i'm gonna-" you squeal as he frantically rubs your clit, removing his mouth so he can coax you through it. "that's it, you're so perfect, i got you, so perfect... just let go" he moans softly as your orgasm snaps in you, cum flowing out of you as his tongue retreats back into your pussy to collect what he can. your chest is heaving as your legs wobble, mind out of sorts at the fact that lo'ak who 'hated' you just hours ago confessed to you and made you cum.

he helps your leg down, holding you close as he stands back up. "there we go..." he says as you instantly hug around his waist. "thank you, lo'ak" you look up to catch his eyes which are now glowing softly. "no need to thank me, it's the least i could do. you know, to apologize and prove myself to you, all that. i will be doing that very often, if you'll let me" he holds your face in his sizable hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. "well, that was amazing honestly.. and yes, i want to please you sometime as well..." your one finger trails down to his waistband and plays with it. "mhmmm, but you're my first priority always, and i'm gonna start acting like it. no more mean guy..." he sighs, clearly ashamed of how he's acted this past year. "it's alright, paskalin... let's spend the day together tomorrow? i want to show you a special place" you rest your head on his heart, hearing the rapid beats. "i'd really like that" he smiles and rests his chin on your head, basking in your loving presence.

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soubeomies · 3 months ago

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୨୧ “I WANT IT TO BE REAL TOO.”

⤷ PAIRING﹕ intak x gn!reader

⤷ WARNINGS ﹕nothing!

⤷ GENRE﹕fluff

⤷ WC﹕849

⤷ AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕this is not meant to hate on yunjin guys!! i just use a random kpop idol name to use for this fic<3 ty for reading!

⤷ SYNOPSIS ﹕a girl had been so obsessed over intak, so he asked you to help him out and have a fake relationship with him. little did you know, you would develop feelings for him.

intak was your generic, oh-so-dreamy popular guy in school. in which happens to be your best friend ever, he was the friend you called whenever a guy broke your heart, the contact in your phone you’d hurriedly text when you’re in trouble. though, at school, you tried to be lowkey about it. well, he says it’s so girls dont think he's dating you. you didn't care, you liked to say you'd rather die than date intak.

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you and intak were just hanging out during lunch, the atmosphere was quiet, since the other students had already gone to their next class but you and intak hadn't taken that class. so the both of you were stuck together, chatting about everything under the sun in the school's cafeteria. though naturally, you ran out of things to talk about.. all until he started speaking in a more serious tone.

“y/n,” he says with a little bit of annoyance in his voice. your head perked up as you looked at him intently, was he mad at you? “huh? what's up?” you asked him.

“you know yunjin? from class c.” he asks you.

“yeah, whats wrong with her?”

“she’s been nagging me so much, clinging onto me.. and all that weird stuff.” he says, seemingly overwhelmed and somewhat upset. “a lot of girls do that to you, what's so different about her?” you stated as you playfully nudged him, still not realising he was dead serious.

“i'm serious! it's making me uncomfortable, y/n. she's doing too much..” he says, in a pleading tone. he followed up his sentence with a little bit of a request.. “i was thinking um.. if it's not awkward for you ofcourse. what if we acted like.. something was going on between us? maybe that will give her the hint, yknow..?”

your eyebrows furrowed at his pleading tone and those stupid puppy eyes he gives you. you gave in with a sigh, “fine. i better get something out of this.”

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and just like that, the two of you started to publicly display your affection to one another, being more touchy than usual, as you laughed at every single one of his cheesy jokes.

the both of you were walking down the halls after school while you chatted. “coincidentally” yunjin from class c, bumped into intak. grazing her hands all across his body. ew.. you thought to yourself.

“oops! sorry.. didn't mean to bump into you..” yunjin says, pouting her plump pink lips at him. he looks at her as he nudges you, signalling for you to do something. you realised his stupid nudging as you quickly acted. “.. th–that's my man girl. you better back off.” OH MY FUCKING GOD!! no way you actually said that. you felt the embarrassment surge through your body as you tried to hide the red hue that was appearing on your cheeks and ears.

“you? and not me? that's hilarious.” she says mockingly as she walks off and gives intak a little smirk before leaving. after she left, you looked at intak with the reddest hue on your face. “no way i just said that..” you said as you covered your face. he replied with a little chuckle, “you saved my life though.”

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months go by of all this fake dating.. and you can't lie, he wasn't all that bad. bringing you flowers in the middle of class, defending you in front of his stupid little popular friends, and he even started posting you on his instagram. if you didn't know this was all fake, you would be so convinced the two of you were madly in love.

you knew it was embarrassing to admit, but, you were in love. you never thought, never in a million years that you would be in love with intak.. your best friend. but you couldn't keep this a secret for any longer, if you kept it to yourself for longer you felt like you were about to explode.

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you were blanking out, still trying to figure out how to tell intak how you feel. “y/n!” a muffled voice screams out, “y/n! are you even listening to me?” intak says as he waves his hand infront of your face, snapping you out of your little trance. you looked at him nervously with a nod, “uh! yeah! i'm okay! i'm fine!”

“no you’re not, tell me, whats up?” he says, shifting his tone to a more calming one. “its just..”

“i don't think i want it to be fake anymore.”

you say, not even daring to fix your gaze at him, what if he thought you were weird? what if he rejects you? ah! why did you even say that? you could've just kept it to yourself! oh you’re so stupid–

“y/n,” he says as he grabs you hands, intertwining fingers with you. it felt intimate, it felt like the both of you shared those feelings. “i want it to be real too.” he says, his eyes lit up at you in excitement. “y/n, will you be my girlfriend? for real this time.” he says with a cheeky smile (˶˃⤙˂˶)

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stormoflina · 1 year ago

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Regarding szobo and Trent’s friendship. I think it’s one of those situations when u are an introvert person and friendship dies down. Not saying they not friends anymore obviously are. However, compare his friendships with other people like Jude he publicly shows support to Jude and Jude does the same if not more to trent tbh😂 he comments on every single Trent’s post. Trent doesn’t mind being seen on camera with Jude hence england content and story reposts . Where as Trent doesn’t like szoboszlai posts anymore for long time or comment in months either. I know Jude trent are a lot closer friendship wise but I think Trent did see comments and now you can tell he doesn’t like being seen on camera with szobo anymore even when szobo tries so hard to walk with him/grab his attention Trent ignores it and doesn’t want to be in same picture frames either or in training too he always purposely makes sure he isn’t. I don’t think they are as close as some think they are in my opinion anymore. Like Trent publicly shows so much love to ramsdale madders Jude hendo ect where as with szobo he hasn’t since September

Ngl, reading this kinda broke my DomiTrent heart 💔

I will have to disagree on the part where you say Trent purposely tries to avoid being seen with Domi on camera / avoids him. If you look at the fancams and bts stuff, they are still very much glued together. Trent seems image- conscious, but I don't think to this level. Yeah, he's an introvert, but he also seems like a kind, nice person, so I don't think he would do this.

It's also important to highlight that obviously Trent is going to be different with all the people you have listed. They have known each other for years and are national teammates. That's such a significant part, sharing the same nationality, speaking the same language, having been brought up in the same culture. Domi is also very different, much more relaxed around his national teammates. We joke around a lot about how he is being a "beg" around Trent, because to the naked (and DomiTrent focused,lol) eye he's totally acting like that, but , okay hold on.

I think I'm about to get a bit defensive here 😭

So Trent's mother tongue being English, him still in his boyhood club, playing for England, those are such huge advantages that players like Dominik will never get. I think it just doesn't show, because he speaks fine English and moves around like a very, naturally confident person. But still, to someone who has followed the Hungarian NT for years, he is almost weirdly """"shy"""" in some of the lfc content. You can tell English is his least strongest language and that he knows he is basically a little nobody in Liverpool.

Okay, Hungarian tax over lol. So, I think if any of the 'they are being forcefully separated' stuff is true, in any shape or form, it's probably only the sm team making a choice to not throw them under the bus for engagement basically. They obviously get along well, most likely not life-long besties, they have only known each other for like what, 6 months? But I like seeing them together, and especially with comments like the one, where Dominik said he often feels lonely moving to England, then saying how Trent was the first one to ask him out to hang out? That's so sweet!

Sorry for the long answer, I think I just really feel for Dominik in this scenario you raised, because he is even posting his dog, who technically is not even his dog anymore, so I just feel bad for him 😭

#dominik szoboszlai #trent alexander arnold #domitrent

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ruiination · 1 year ago

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// So big shock, Jay is posting a callout about me. I can post all the screenshots I have of our talks here. I haven't read his callout because I have him blocked.

Basically, here was my situation. Jay told me over and over that he cared deeply about me. He loved me. He cared about me. I was the closest person to him on tumblr. I can confess I bought into his bullshit totally.

I didn't want to post publicly, because I didn't want anyone to come after him. He just got mad because I asked to not interact with his friends. I haven't gaslit him or anything. Lmao.

So this is what happened. He talked about all this shit about how special I was to him. He ended making me PRY information about what he wanted to do for like 20 minutes ( write incest which I had expressed I was uncomfortable with), I got frustrated a little. I was harsh when I told him I didn't like the ship. He instantly went to acting like I was trying to cut him off. Which I even said I wasn't.

So I got really upset and literally was throwing up and in severe pain from a headache and I just gave in and relented. I asked for space. The next day he basically forced me to talk about it despite not being ready. I literally spilled my heart to him. I did say I thought he got my friend attacked which was not actually true and was an assumption. Which is like... something I apologized for and confessed was a misunderstanding. I felt really bad about it too. Which you can see in my screenshots lol. I ended up giving up and shutting down because he kept calling my cruel for not liking his ship. We "made up". I asked for space.

And then he messaged me a bunch of times saying I was ignoring him while I was literally sleeping. Which he said my discord was being weird. No clue if that was true because I was literally asleep. I talked to him the following morning and he again told me how important I was to him, I really wanted it to work out because I really enjoyed being his friend. But I was still really hurt and I tried to get over it.

But yeah anyway, I learned later that he said he would have blocked me if I didn't write jill and actively tried to get someone else to pick her up so I could be replaced and he could block me even after we made up. Multiple people said he outright hated me. He also compared asking for space to being like his abusive mother to guilt trip me. So like honestly, he still genuinely doesn't care that he hurt me and wants to be a victim. Just like how he constantly tried to turn everything around on me.

And yeah i was told he said I stalk his blog which I don't. I have him blocked and seeing his URL causes me anxiety sooooo. Why would I go there? I literally panic block people that interact with him. Because he actually really broke by heart lmao. I am sorry for being harsh and emotional I guess.

He's literally having a meltdown because I posted that I didn't want to be associated with him. Like I have literally not even tried to talk about him aside from "he hurt me" but like come on. Don't pretend that you don't mind people blocking you when this is how you react when you treat people like shit and then they cut you off. Please work on yourself. I ALMOST wrote a callout about him but like I didn't because I didn't want him to be hurt or upset lmao. But go on and keep trying to make me a bad guy when you literally lovebombed me and guilt tripped me. I don't care if you don't like me. I know you never actually cared. I'm not going to look at his blog or whatever because I don't really need to see what he is saying about me. He can do what he wants and I can do what I want. But I don't want to see him lmao.

#( meta ↷ out of character. )

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panandinpain0 · 1 year ago

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Hellooooooo could I request a stranger things where it’s Robin x Male Reader, but platonically, where they bond over ice cream, being gay (or whatever for the reader), and the trauma of existing in the hell that is Hawkins?? I just stan robin

"Let Me Finish My Cone!"

This request slays and I'm excited to write it! Honestly I wish I got more platonic requests- I don't mind the romantic ones (I really like writing them) but some balance would be nice, yk?

Also- I keep misspelling Robin as Robing for some reason- so sorry if I accidentally missed a typo and that's in there 😭

We all stan Robin (Maya Hawke <333)

Headcanon of mine: Robin bites her ice cream. At first she did it to freak Steve out but now she can't eat ice cream any other way.

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Requested by: Anon

Robin Buckley with Male!Reader

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Sitting on a bench at the mall, two teenagers held melting ice cream cones in their hands. Robin sat criss-cross with her legs under her, and (Y/N) with his ankle resting on his other knee.

Robin was on break from work, still in her uniform minus the hat, which she'd forced (Y/N) to wear. It sat crooked on his head, almost falling off.

"There's no one to date here," (Y/N) sighed out as a hot guy walked past them. He licked his ice cream with a grumpy look on his face.

"If anyone knows how it is, I do," Robin snorted, biting her ice cream.

"Like- none of the guys look at me, and if they do it's only in a friend way. I don't know any other gay guys in Hawkins!" (Y/N) whisper-shouted to his best friend.

She side-eyed him, "What about Steve? He's bi, you know."

"Someone who's out, I mean. Not that I have anything against Steve or the fact that he isn't publicly out- it's just that I wanna be able to be seen with my boyfriend! And romantically, too. I don't want my relationship to be a secret."

"In this town it kind of has to be," Robin sighed out this time, thinking of her own experiences with it. "And if you don't treat it like a secret, other people will."

"This town is so fucked up. I would be in a rush to get out of here except for the fact that everywhere else would be just as bad."

"What about Los Angeles?" Robin looked over to her friend, taking another bite of her ice cream, almost down to the cone part.

"LA? I dunno, man... maybe. Wanna come with me and find out?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Once I get enough money to leave this place, hell yeah!"

"You and me both." (Y/N) still wore his uniform from the arcade upstairs in the mall. He was sick of the snotty kids there and seconds away from quitting his job.

"How is Steve doing with that, by the way?"

"Ahh, fine. He's been getting more confident- saw him flirting with some guy at the counter earlier."

"Yeah? And how'd that go?"

"Horribly, but at least he's getting out there!" Robin tried to be positive as (Y/N) laughed.

"I remember when I started flirting with guys. But then again I never was very good at flirting."

"No you are not- I remember when you tried to flirt with me," Robin remembered, smiling with amusement. (Y/N)'s face turned red from embarrassment as he, too, remembered.

"Must we bring it up?" He hid his face in his free hand.

"You were trying so hard to be straight!"

"And failing horribly," (Y/N) finished for her, the two sharing a laugh. "Oh- there's the man of the hour!"

Steve was waving at Robin to come back. Seems her break was over.

"Robin!" He shouted, his face going red as (Y/N) winked at him.

"Let me finish my cone, asshole!" Robin shouted back. Steve flipped her the bird and she stuck her tongue out at him, making him roll his eyes. Both ignored the looks they got from the interaction.

"You sure you don't like him?" Robin teased as she leaned back again.

"I'm not sure about anything. I just don't think he's willing to commit, you know?" (Y/N) speculated, lazily licking his cone.

"Well, you can't be sure until you try!" Robin popped the end of the cone into her mouth and swiped her hat from (Y/N)'s head, patting it as she walked away.

(Y/N) groaned as his watch went off, signaling the end of his own break.

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Short but sweet- I love Robin (and Steve).

-Author Max <3

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wilde-shit-posting · 2 years ago

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Oscar Wilde was a nice guy (hatefully)

Actually he was kind of a bitch (spitefully) but also he was nice (nicefully) but also he was an introvert but also he was an extrovert and he was a bitch (affectionately). Perhaps he was also a nice guy (hatefully).

I will not lie about his wrongs, but I will also state his rights. Simply, he was human, and the whole point of humanity is that it's not good and it's not bad. Humanity just is.

Back in middle school I read a book about this girl who looked up to Robin Hood. She was an archer and helped people and all that. Well when she met Robin Hood she found out that he was flawed and not the perfect guy. Then she learned that you can still admire imperfect people, but strive to be better than the people you admire and not make the same mistakes.

So yeah. Some of the things he did weren't good like using an antisemitic stereotype in tpodg or the way he handled things with Constance (I mean I can't blame him for going behind her back at the time but he could have at least told her before being like yeah sorry I love my family and I think you're lovely Constance but I've been getting down and dirty with the guy I have sleep over sometimes and that one other poet and some prostitutes just wanted you to know before the public finds out), but he did do some cool things like openly writing queer characters and publishing it (I'm referring to the magazine version of tpodg with this but the normal edited version is also acceptable in this viewpoint) and then when being asked if he were guilty of homosexual crimes because of that he denied it; publicly saying something that would translate to the modern equivalent of "Yes I'm gay and I've done gay things but I'm not guilty of a crime because I don't think being gay is a crime."

So those are my thoughts. These are some big brain thoughts for a shit posting blog. You probably weren't expecting an essay when you asked that, and when I answered it I didn't expect an essay either so here we are.

Yeehaw.

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sonrium · 1 month ago

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That second point yanked Batman instantly and unwillingly by the throat to Phantom's side.

He couldn't speak out knowing the rest of the League wouldn't approve, so he let the discussion run its course, and Phantom was naturally denied.

But Batman is nothing if not thorough, and compiling DNA profiles would also help with contingencies. So Batman discretely reaches out after the meeting to give Phantom his personal permission as long as he provides the DNA samples and that Phantom understands that Batman cannot publicly defend him, but he will mitigate the consequences behind the scenes.

After another biting incident when Phantom is getting lectured by Superman:

"Phantom, you can't keep doing this. This is your last warning. Criminals or not, it's never okay to bite people just because you want to. Control yourself, or you might have to rethink your place in the Justice League."

Phantom staring at his feet and genuinely worried that he might get kicked out. He didn't think it was that big a deal.

Batman walks up and simply states. "He is controlling himself."

"Batman, you call that control? I'm trying to be understanding, but Phantom is biting criminals more than ever."

"Are they still breathing?"

"I don't see how-"

"Are their limbs still attached?"

"What are you-?"

Batman gives Superman a hard look to stop him mid question. "Acording to Constantine, ghosts from the Infinite Realms are creatures that should be avoided at all costs due to their extremely volatile nature. Generally, it's a death sentence to ever encounter one."

Superman turned to the child he'd been scolding, shocked that any of that could possibly be true about his colleague. The same colleague, who was so gentle he almost cried when he accidently killed a spider in the dining hall. "Is that true?"

Danny, glancing up but unable to meet Superman's eyes, "Yea-yeah. Intense violence is actually how most ghosts socialize. Regrowing limbs isn't a big deal for ghosts, so they tend to forget how fragile humans are."

Batman continues with his explanation, "In the Infinite Realms, ghosts have evolved to attack anything that moves as a defense due to how hostile the environment is. Everything from the plants to the very ground could attack at any moment. Their version of compassion is controlling their instincts before the killing blow. The fact that Phantom rarely attacks anybody is a testament to his constant and vigillent self-control."

Danny finally meets Superman's eyes and they are nothing but pools of liquid innocence and shame about his very being. "I'm sorry... I'm doing my best, but my ghost instincts are really hard to control, especially when emotions are high and we are carching bad guys, and I can't help but bite. But I promise, I will never let it go any farther than that."

Intense guilt washes over Superman. He knew how seriously Phantom took his promises. He had no idea he was asking Phantom to go against his very nature. Did Phantom have to hold himself back right now? Superman knew a thing or two about how scarily fragile human bodies were to someone like him. He couldn't imagine having instincts that screamed at him to attack anything that moved on top of that.

Batman turned to his old friend with a disapproving stare. "Maybe learn a thing or two before you judge our nonhuman members. I expected better from you."

Superman placed his hands on Phantom's shoulders. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. Do the best you can. We can figure out the rest together. Please forget everything I said earlier."

Danny with hope sparking in his eyes, "Are you sure? I know im not perfect, but I want to stay. I really like it here, and I really like helping people."

"Of course. I'll let the others know." Superman walks away down the hall, and out of sight.

Danny grinned, lifted his eyebrows, and nodded toward where Superman ran off to convey his thanks for the save.

Batman gave a quick nod and a tiny, barely there smile of his own. He spoke aloud for the one with superhearing that was definitely still listening, "I apologize for any offense you may have taken. Know that the sentiments of Superman are not shared by the rest of us."

Danny pulled the zip lock baggie out of his pocket and silently handed it to Batman with a grin. It had a napkin smeared with the blood of Danny's most recent biting victim labeled in Sharpie. Danny responded in a wobbly voice that did not match his mischivous grin, "Thanks." He added a sniffle for effect. "I needed to hear that. I'm really doing the best I can, but i guess people dont see it that way."

After this incident, Superman became Danny's biggest defender against the biting accusations.

Danny Phantom, who as far as the Justice League knew was a normal ghost, was presenting a pointpoint in front of the rest of the League. The presentation says, "Why I should be allowed to bite criminals: 1, because I am not human and cannot catch any of your filthy human diseases. 2, because it would allow us to compile DNA samples from the criminals of the world to compare with during crime scene investigation. 3, Fuck you."

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monstermaster13 · 4 months ago

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I am just going to say this about the group of people who 'attacked' me so to speak, yeah regarding That Fat Fetishist my story and how I tell it is different than his...and yeah I think he's a fucking hypocrite for being all 'oh Jabba from the book Digital Fortress is a stereotype fat guy and his name comes from a star wars character, the author hates fat people' while also being all 'oh boy, Doctor Robotnik from the 90s Sonic cartoon is sexy as fuck'. I don';t even remember stalking him on storygraph or even have a storygraph account up until now.

I only knew that he posted about hating fat characters being stereotyped in his review of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and his review of Digital Fortress, oh and he also said he thought at first Fat by Weird Al was fat-phobic when it was a parody song.

His main account is political garbage and gamer stuff on twitter while his After Dark stuff is smut, yeah...naked fat men stuffing themselves and trying to be sexy, rule34 of animal characters, horny thoughts/hot takes that should have been burned away in the oven, questionable choices in general. The fact that gross obviously mature content is allowed on Twitter/X anyway disgusts me but if I have to keep blocking every single fat fetish account I see only to get 'we have found this user hasn't broken the senstive content rules' everytime, i'm sorry but maybe that stuff BELONGS on rule34 sites or tinder or whatever desperate men like him using to get dates.

For the main part...I did not say that either him or his friends could have been Anonymousdevi but I still have the web archive link to prove it was something that indeed happened. I was put into the 'transphobic' accusations because of this, and then later put into the 'groomer' category, look I only referred to transformation as a fetish once, I don't treat it like it is one. But the fact the person who admitted they were the ones behind the devi account was speaking in first person does not narrow it down since it could have been anyone, yet i'm still miffed Devi did not get reported or found out.

And the grooming accusations were based on roleplays I did ages ago and yeah in the document it was indeed stated that the person I did with them who I shall always call 'Ex Bestie' said they did not want to tell me how old they were because they felt they'd be uncomfortable, well...how do you think I feel everytime they do that to me? 'how old are you?' i'm 18+ my man, woman, whatever these people identify as. That is all you need to know.

Also Fat Fetishist believes people shouldn't use the term 'Bear' to describe a hairy straight man when i've heard that term be used several times, having a boyfriend and being gay yourself does not mean you should be allowed to speak for all people of that orientation. That's what all anti-straight gays sound like.

Also note that the document said they don't encourage harrassing me while also saying they think it would be ideal if I got banned, okay, why do they act like I am not aware of my bad past actions? I am aware of them, I just don't sympathize with people who act like i'm being rude or stalking them for no reason because I think they are paranoid nutjobs. I have other people I obsess over besides them, you know. Also if they only find it humilating to talk about in real life and think it's 'publicly' humilating when I go after their accounts, i'd hate to consider what Fat Fetishist's friends IRL will think of his afterdark account. Okay, which is it, do you want me to leave you alone or give more attention to you?

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five-rivers · 2 years ago

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Gosh darn it, I'm going to have to write something.

"Ooooh, Maddie! It came!" Jack picked the thin package up and spun around.

"What is it?" asked Danny around a spoonful of cereal (Cosmic Crunch, now with extra marshmallow stars!), mildly alarmed. It probably wasn't anything inherently dangerous, he'd sense it if it was, it was unlikely to be anything nice, either. Best case scenario was some kind of Vlad Masters fan boy merch. Which. Barf. Worst case, well...

He didn't have a good track record with his parents' packages.

"Just some nonsense your father picked up online."

Ooh, they were fighting. Good to know. Hopefully it wasn't Santa-related. He'd die. Literally, if temporarily. It was way too early in the year.

"It's not nonsense!" protested Jack, tearing into the package to reveal an... oversized manila envelope. He held it up, as if it refuted Maddie's point entirely.

"Magic isn't real, dear."

"Yes, it is! There are wizards and magicians in the Justice League!"

"There are wizard and magician themed superheroes in the Justice League. That one girl does stage magic, sleight of hand, publicly. They're almost certainly aliens or metas."

Well. Danny didn't know about the guys on the Justice League, but he knew for a fact that magic was real, dangerous, and not always detectable in the same way ghost stuff was. So that little manila envelope might have something more dangerous in it than he'd initially assume.

"Okay, but that doesn't answer what it's supposed to be," he pointed out, lowering his spoon to his bowl.

"Oh, yeah! It's a soul contract! It gives me ownership of a human soul!"

"... Huh?"

Maddie was wearing her goggles, but even so, it was obvious she was rolling her eyes. "A man claiming to be a demonologist said he'd gotten it in a bargain with a demon."

Danny blinked. "Isn't that usually the other way around?"

Maddie shrugged.

"Well, yeah, but the demonologist had something that pesky demon wanted!" said Jack, beaming. "So it had to pay up! Apparently, the soul belongs to some hotshot wizard!"

"It's a scam, Jack."

"Well, spell scam backwards and you get macs! As in, take it to the max! Bonzai!" He opened the envelope with a flourish, and pulled out a piece of yellowed but otherwise normal-looking paper.

Emphasis on looking, because now that Danny had his eyes on it, he could tell it wasn't normal. The power in it was faint, but it was there.

"I'm going to go run some tests on it!" declared Jack, taking off into the basement.

"It's just old printer paper, Jack!" yelled Maddie, before returning to her coffee with a huff.

"Uh," said Danny. He looked at Maddie, who still had a sour expression on her face. "I'm going to... uh... make sure he doesn't set anything on fire." Or summon a demon, accidentally or on purpose.

"Aw," said Jack, after several nerve-wracking (for Danny) days. "I guess Maddie was right. It is just a normal piece of paper. I'm sorry, Danno. I know you were real interested."

"Uh huh," said Danny, still a little burnt out from destroying the automatic demon summoning machine Jack had built and promptly forgotten about in a corner. "So, uh. I guess you don't need it?"

"Eh? Well, no, I guess not. Might as well chuck it!"

"Actually, I was wondering if I could have it!" said Danny, quickly, before Jack could crumple up the contract.

"Really? Why?"

That was a good question, honestly. It had caused him a lot of trouble, and he didn't really want to own a guy's soul, but the idea of just throwing out something like this struck Danny as a bad one. Maybe he could track the guy down and give it back to him, assuming he wasn't an evil bastard. Which he might be, if he did things like making deals with demons.

"I don't know," said Danny, shrugging. "It's kind of funny, isn't it? Like, I own this guy's soul now. It's in writing and everything."

Jack chuckled. "That it is! Sure, you can have it! Maybe we can even get it framed or something."

The small power in the paper shifted slightly with the change in ownership. Danny didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Ha, maybe," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine the way it is for right now, though." He slid over to the table the paper was on, and gently tugged it out of the ecto-measurement apparatus. "I'll just put this away!"

And try to learn more about it.

Johnny Thirteen simultaneously gave off the vibes of being someone who Knew Stuff and the vibes of someone who had never had a thought in his life. As such, when Danny saw him standing in the middle of the mall, obviously freaking out, he knew he was the perfect person to ask about the whole 'owning a soul' thing.

So, Danny slowly sidled up to him.

"Trying to find a gift for Kitty?"

"Ohholysh--! Phaaaenton! The hell are you so sneaky?"

Danny shrugged. "You need help?"

Johnny squinted. "What's it to you?"

"Come on, I offer to help you all the time."

"Yeah, sure, usually followed by the whole 'get out of my town' speech."

"Gasp," said Danny, pressing his hands to his chest. "I'm so offended. Yeah, dude, I want you out of town when you're breaking the speed limit by eighty miles an hour and Shadow is destroying everything you touch, putting dozens of people in danger of injury or death. Shocker. But I've got some questions about this thing I found, and I'm willing to deal with whatever Shadow's doing to get answers. As long as he isn't about to hurt someone."

"What makes you think Shadow's doing anything?" demanded Johnny, right before a set of shelves in the nearby candle store collapsed.

Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, fine. Mine and Kitty's anniversary is coming up, and I dunno what to get her. What do you want?"

"I need to know if soul contracts are a thing and how they work. Like, what they do and stuff like that."

"Holy crap, did someone try to buy your soul?"

"No," said Danny. He made a face, then admitted, "My dad bought one and when it looked like it wasn't going to do anything ghostly, he gave it to me."

Johnny's eyebrows flew up. "Jesus Christ, you're involved in the soul trade."

"Don't say it like that," said Danny, masterly ignoring the sounds of a twenty-four lunch pileup from the food court. "I just didn't want to leave it lying around. It's not going to corrupt my soul or anything like that, is it?"

"Nah," said Johhny. He reached into his pocket for something. "I'm not philophical or anything, but even when you're dealing with magic there's wayyy more nuance in good and evil than people like to think. Smoke?"

"Stop that, you'll set the smoke alarms off. What else do you know about this stuff."

Johnny stuck his cigarette into his mouth and held up a finger. "Gift for Kitty first, then answers."

That was about what Danny expected. "Okay. Which anniversary is it for you guys, anyway?"

Johnny shrugged. "Dunno."

Yikes. He wasn't as bad as Jack, who could probably take Olympic gold in time blindness, but still.

"Well," he said, summoning years' worth of his mother's lectures on the subject, "flowers and chocolate are always good. So's jewelry. But they have to be quality. Then there's, I don't know, hobby stuff? Does Kitty have any hobbies?"

"She's been on some kinda fitness kick lately. Maybe I can get her some diet shakes or something like that? Maybe a scale? Ours broke."

"Absolutely not. I'd ask how you were still alive, but you're not, so. Anything else?"

"What's wrong with diet shakes?"

"Dude. Are you trying to call her fat? Move on. What else does she like?"

"She used to do some knitting?"

Wow, Danny would never have thought that.

"Okay, I guess you could give her some yarn, too? That's not enough on it's own... Maybe take her out on a fancy date, too? Or," he continued, think things through from a more ghostly perspective, "you could do like... a gesture? Like, beat up an enemy for her or something. But a date, definitely."

"I know about dates," said Johnny. "It's the present that's trouble!"

"Well, I've given you options."

"Yeah, sure, options, as if I'm made of money."

"You're saying you're dead broke?"

This isn't funny, you twerp! This is my afterlife on the line!"

"Oh my gosh, calm down. If you can't pay for it, just fight someone for it or steal it or something."

Johnny eyed him doubtfully. "You'll be me up if I do."

"I'll beat you up if you try and do it here," clarified Danny. "Walker has a bunch of stuff. So does the Box Ghost. And I know for a fact Bertrand and Spectra have a bunch of wedding rings."

"Why would they-?"

"Wedding counselor scam. Don't ask. It sucked. Anyway, go fight one of them instead of involving humans. I know you can at least take Boxy."

"Yeah, great idea! I'll just go-!"

Danny grabbed the tail of Johnny's leather coat before he could fly away. "Your side. Now. And let's get out of the mall before Shadow sets the candle store on fire or something."

"He wouldn't do that, he hates fire!"

The fire alarm started going off. Danny spared a minute to stare at Johnny flatly. "Don't go anywhere."

Johnny did go somewhere. He didn't get very far.

"You know, this makes me much less likely to make deals with you in the future, right?" asked Danny from his perch on Johnny's back.

"Aw, come on, you didn't even have to 'go ghost' or whatever to find me."

"I did to put out the fire, though. Do you know how fast a candle store can go up? Do you?"

"No," admitted Johnny.

"It's fast. Really fast. Buildings in general burn fast. I prefer fighting fires to murder attempts, but that's like comparing getting shot with a shotgun to getting shot with a pistol. They both suck. You get me?"

"Uhh..."

"Never mind. So. Selling souls. Soul contracts. Whatever. What can you tell me?"

"It's like, a thing some demons and devils do with humans. Pretty much what it sounds like. Power or favors for the soul upon death. Or when they're dead."

"Bit of a weird distinction to make."

"Yeah, well, believe it or not, it's come up. And Ancients only know how you'd count with either of those."

"Hm," said Danny. "I probably count as having died, but am I dead... I guess it matters for people who are only temporarily dead? Like, people who get resuscitated? Or whatever the JL has going on."

"Yeah, that's it exactly. But basically, if you have a contract with one of those guys and you die, it's a one way ticket to the Unworld. Hell. Whatever you want to call it. No chance of forming a normal ghost or getting into the nice afterlives. Unless someone intervenes for you and they pack a big punch, it's eternal slavery, torture, or being eaten. Sometimes all three."

"What if someone who isn't a demon has the contract?"

"I dunno, it doesn't come up much, man. Heard about some angels shredding a few a while back, and there've been rumors about where Nocturne gets his sleepwalkers for ages, and about Pariah's army, too, but nothing solid. I guess you'd own them. Thralldom. Maybe their soul would get suctioned to you instead?"

Danny grimaced. He didn't want to own anyone. So. "Any way to safely get rid of one?"

"Sell it?"

"No, I mean, like, destroy it. So it doesn't hurt me or the other guy."

"Dunno. Try and find an angel, I guess."

"Johnny, where am I going to find an angel?"

"Pft. It's not like they live on another planet or anything."

"No, just in another dimension."

"Hey, it's called the Infinite Realms for a reason. But, like, are you sure you want to free up someone who made a deal with a demon for power?"

See, this is why Danny got Johnny for advice. Other than him just being available.

"Yeah, okay, you have a point there. I'll come back to that. You ever see a soul contract before? You could tell if it was a real one?"

"Uh, maybe?" Johnny shifted slightly. "I only ever saw one, and it was for this weirdo named John Constantine. You'd get a real kick out of his story."

Danny stiffened slightly, recognizing the name. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah. Like, I don't know if the man is big on balls or short on brain cells, but you've got to admire it anyway." Johnny chuckled. "So, get this. The guy's dying. And, you know, he sucks, so he's convinced he's going to Hell, right?"

"Sure," said Danny. He didn't really get how people were sorted into afterlives, but, for obvious reasons, it wasn't a problem he was going to personally face.

"He doesn't want to go to Hell."

"Reasonable."

"He picks a fight with Satan."

"He-- Like, the actual Satan?" The Infinite Realms being what they were, names from mythology tended to have a lot of different claimants.

"Don't know, don't care. He's a tough dude, anyway. So, Johnny C, he picks a fight with Satan. Which, again, respect. Gotta beat up the biggest guy in the prison yard. And Satan's all like, ooh, now I've got to have your soul and torture you for all eternity. God, demons are so boring. Then our boy goes and sells a his soul to two biggest, nastiest demons he could find. Like, you'd call them Ancients if they ever took a break from torture."

Wow, Danny wasn't liking the revelation that demons could be as strong as the Ancients. "Okay, so far I'm leaning more towards the dumb category rather than the bold category for this guy, but continue."

"Right, so here's the genius part: He sold it to both of them."

"Yeah? You said that."

"Without the other one knowing. So, when it started to look like he was going to kick it, they all showed up to his deathbed and started fighting, including good ol' Satan."

"Why'd they have to go to his deathbed?" asked Danny. "I thought the soul just went swoop to them." He made a sort of sweeping motion with his hand, not sure how truly disembodied souls should move.

"Don't ask me, man, this is all third hand. Fourth hand? Whatever. Point is, since demons are all assholes, they'd fight each other if his soul was up for grabs, and none of them were too sure about their chances, what with all of them having armies or whatever, so they shoved him back in his body, healed him, and went on their way."

"They can do that?"

"Yeah, like I said, they're almost Ancients."

"So... It's an immortality scam," said Danny.

"Yeah, and, guess what, he's still doing it. Like, the guy sells his soul like it's going out of style, because it can't get much worse for him, right?"

"Okay," said Danny, "but it sounds like he's well known, so... Why would anyone buy his soul, if it's a scam?"

"Clout, probably? They get passed into the Zone sometimes, and I don't know how demons see it, but it's got to be a big boost being able to say you've got the soul of someone who's in the Justice League."

Danny was about to make a comment about a guy like that getting into the Justice League, but then he remembered something terribly important. "The Justice League, you say?"

"Yeah, wild, right?"

"So, uh. I guess the contracts he made with the big demons said they'd get his soul when he was dead?"

"Yeah, probably. Why?"

"What'd happen if he made a later contract with someone else and it said after he'd died?"

"Well, unless they wanted to piss off the big demons, they'd leave it."

"Uh huh," said Danny, rubbing his lower lip. "And, hypothetically, what would happen if someone... collected all those different contracts?"

"Holy crap, you really are getting into the soul trade."

"Hey! I'm just trying to help out a fellow hero!" said Danny, who absolutely had an ulterior motive, even if it was mostly benign. "It's not very useful to just give him back one contract, is it?"

Johnny, uncharitably, snorted.

"So, do you know who has his contracts?"

"You want to do what?" asked Jazz, a spoonful of yogurt hanging forgotten in front of her mouth. "For what?"

"I want to collect all of John Constantine's soul contracts so I can blackmail him into taking me to the Justice League's super secret space base."

"Danny..." said Jazz. She finally lowered the spoon, then looked around the kitchen as if their parents might pop out of one of the cabinets, despite being off installing ghost shields around a private kindergarten on the edge of town. "Don't you think buying someone's soul is a little..."

"Hey, he's the one that sold it."

"Probably for a good cause, if he's in the Justice League."

"Sure," said Danny, "and I'm going to give them all back to him, really, but between this and me managing to get past the NASA health checks, which is more likely?"

He really was going to give all the contracts back to Constantine, or at least destroy them, renounce them, void them, whatever, but the guy clearly needed an intervention. Stat. Plus, secret space station base.

It wasn't like he was going to make him do anything bad. And he'd make a proper appointment and everything, back off if there was a Justice League emergency, that kind of thing. He was sympathetic to the plight of the overwhelmed and formerly-dead superhero! He was one!

"Danny, if you..." she sighed heavily, "blackmail this guy with his soul contracts, don't you think he'll wonder how you got them? You don't want to be investigated, right?"

"Yeah! That's why I'll get all of them as a human! It'll be like a hobby. A personal challenge!" He pumped his fist.

Jazz stared at him with a mixture of resignation and horror. "Danny... you know that's worse, right? That's going to make them investigate you. As opposed to Phantom."

"Yep! And then they'll find the portal to the afterlife in our basement, and maybe they'll finally take us seriously." His eyes briefly flared green.

"Right," said Jazz. "Okay." She picked up her spoon and continued eating her yogurt with an air of extreme exhaustion. "As long as we're going all-in on the lunacy, sure. Fine. Whatever. Don't sell your soul or your firstborn by mistake."

Danny gave her two thumbs up. "I won't!"

"You want to what?" asked Sam.

"I want you to help me buy this guy's soul."

"From ebay?"

Danny nodded. "From ebay."

"I thought they didn't let you sell souls on ebay."

"Yeah, the seller is using a loophole, where they're actually selling the contract, but that seems to be good enough for the magic."

Sam stared at Danny for a moment, then shrugged. "You know what? I'm in."

"Okay," said Sam, dropping a huge book on the table, forcing Tucker to scramble to save his lunch, "this spell isn't specifically for soul contracts, but should let you find 'similar magic.'"

"Sweet," said Danny, pulling the book over. "You think I'll be able to do this?"

"If not," said Sam, "I'll help you out."

"Well," said Tucker, "can you do it somewhere else? That thing is dusty, and I need protein to survive seventh period!"

Danny walked around the circle of mushrooms three times before closing his eyes and stepping into it. When he opened his eyes, he was somewhere else, but there was the thin silver line of magic, leading onward.

So far, so good!

"Oh my gosh," groaned Danny, sprawled on the couch, "there's still so many. Why are there still so many?"

"Well," said Jazz, "it's possible that he's still selling his soul. So you might never be able to get all of them."

"Gross," said Danny. "I want him to stop." Something tingled, and Danny sat bolt upright."

"What is it?" asked Jazz, reaching for her wrist ray.

Danny focused, but... "Nothing. I guess I just got a chill."

"That's unusual."

"Yeah."

"Okay," said the minor demon from inside the summoning circle, "you drive a hard bargain, human. I'll sell it to you, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You cause that bastard magician problems."

"That is the intention."

Danny sized up the demon in front of him, then raised his modified ectoblaster. "Well," he said, pleasantly, "if you don't want to sell now, I guess I can beat you up until you change your mind."

"And what can a human like you do? You aren't even wearing a symbo--"

Danny shot the demon in the face with holy-water-infused ectoplasm.

Danny set his homework down on the table and stared at Clockwork's extremely smug face. "What do you mean I could have just been stealing them the whole time?"

"Well," demurred Clockwork, his voice oddly synchronized with the ticking clocks of his lair, "not all of them. Some of them are only transferable through willing trade, not through possession of the physical version of the contract. But I'm sure you're well aware of how demons are at this point"

Danny groaned. "I've been trying to figure out what I can trade them or threaten them with all month."

"Indeed. But do be aware that stealing from demons is risky business."

It evolved the demons did not guard their vaults against living human incursion as well as they should have. Danny had lots of fun.

"Look," said the demon, "I don't even want it anymore." It snapped its fingers, and a... thing... appeared in a burst of gray smoke. "Look at it! I feel like it's looking at me!"

Danny examined the admittedly creepy but not at all haunted baby doll the contract was written on and sensed an opportunity. "Good point. You know what, I've changed my mind. You can keep it."

"No! Wait! Human, take it! Take it! I'll pay you!"

"Hey, Sam, I got your money back."

With a triumphant smile, Danny added the last of the contracts to what he'd dubbed 'Constantine's pile of bad decisions.'

It promptly exploded.

On reflection, Danny thought, staring dazedly around the room, it hadn't really been an explosion. Not a very big one, anyway. His room was completely intact. Except...

Except the contracts were gone. Shredded. There were little bits of paper (and doll stuffing) strewn around the room like confetti.

Danny screamed internally. What. Had. Happened. Had Constantine booby trapped his contracts somehow? Jerk. That was so unfair!

Except... He rubbed his eyes, as if that would do anything. The magic was very clearly still there. He hauled himself to his feet, tapping into his flight just a little bit, and stumbled forward, glaring at the drawer he'd kept everything in, as if it had answers to whatever had just happened.

His sense of the magic-- It very clearly moved with him. Oh. That wasn't great.

"Great one," said Frostbite, pressing his icy hand to his ectoplasmic one, "why didn't you come to us sooner? Or at least instead of Johnny Thirteen?"

"I don't know," said Danny, "I thought I had a handle on it! And, I, um, maybe... didn't have the right, or, uh, pure intentions."

Frostbite made a ice bench behind him without looking back, which was pretty cool. Danny wished he could do something that specific without looking. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Danny bobbed in the air, uncertainly, "he has access to this really cool space station that I wanted to go to... Like it would have been a win-win, though! I was going to give him back all of the contracts... So I guess it would have been a reverse soul contract, but..." He shrugged. "Now the contracts are gone, but I can feel the magic, and I don't know what went wrong!"

"Ah," said Frostbite, "well, nothing wrong with indulging your passions, especially not when you can do both at once, but I'm not sure if anything did go wrong, in the way your thinking of. Given the unique nature of Mr. Constantine's contracts, and your complete and rightful ownership, I suspect that the magic in all of the contracts simply merged, destroying the physical manifestations of the contracts and simply anchored themselves on you."

"Okay," said Danny, "so... what does that mean? Can I get rid of it?"

"Great one, I am afraid you are going to have to get used to the idea of, well..."

"No," said Danny, "no, no. It was going to be temporary. I was just going to-- It was going to be like a prank! I'd show up, boss him around a bit, teach him a moral lesson - like what Clockwork does, you know - then give it back! I can't for serious own someone! That's slavery! I can't do that to a person!"

"You don't have to do anything with it," said Frostbite, trying to be comforting. "You can ignore it completely... Although, I suppose it'll be a bit harder after he dies..."

"What happens when he dies?"

"Well, I suppose I should congratulate you on your first, ah, sworn vassal?"

"Are you just saying vassal to avoid saying thrall?"

Frostbite shrugged.

Danny groaned. "What am I going to do?"

"Perhaps tell Mr. Constantine his immortality scam is no longer in effect," suggested Frostbite. "And enjoy yourself. In the meantime, I will look into... potential solutions."

"Okay," said Danny. "Okay. I'll... do that."

Danny exited the portal and immediately realized that he had no idea how to contact John Constantine. Curse his inability to think things through or plan ahead. He thunked his head against the side of the portal.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

"So," said Jazz, spinning on the computer chair, "is this when I tell you I--"

"You told me so, I get it, I get it. Ughhh."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, even I have to gloat now and again. How can I help?"

"You'll help?"

"Yeah, if you tell me what went wrong."

Danny cringed. "It's more like what went right."

"I can't believe you actually own a dude now," said Tucker, tapping away at his computer.

"Don't say it like that. I was going to give it back to him! And I'm not going to, like, make him do anything... except maybe show me the Watchtower... At least this way he's not going to get tortured when he dies?"

"That's real thin, dude, but I forgive you. I know you don't want to own a dude."

"I really don't want to own a dude. It was supposed to be a joke, and now it's a magically binding nonsense thing."

"Yep. Sounds like the story of our lives. Maybe next time don't mess with demon stuff."

"I was going to give it back!"

"Uh huh, I know you were buddy," said Tucker. "Wow. This guy is more of a ghost than you are."

Eventually, Danny decided the best course of action was to take a bus down to DC and walk up to the reception desk. It was also the worst course of action, because it meant he had to go to DC, and all the planning and excuses involved in that, but beggars can't be choosers.

"Hi," he said, pasting on his best smile. "I'm, uh, I'm looking for John Constantine."

"Okay, do you know what tour he's with?"

"No, he's a League member, um. I need to pass him a message."

"Oh," said the receptionist. "I'm not sure if anyone by that name is here right now. If you have an emergency, or need to report a crime--"

"No, no, I just need to send a message. Here. Please?" He handed over an envelope that contained a letter that should explain everything.

John strolled into the Watchtower, having been bullied into going to a meeting by Zatanna.

"Hey! Constantine! Check your mail, it's overflowing!"

He waved them off as an acknowledgement. What could be in his mail, anyway?

An envelope thrown like a shuriken hit him in the back of the head. "Seriously, it's becoming a problem!"

John glared at the spandex-wearing idiot, but picked up the letter and made a show of opening the letter. He grabbed the piece of paper inside and froze as he sensed the faint touch of magic on it. With a somewhat greater sense of urgency, he pulled out the letter.

Dear Mr. Constantine, started the letter.

I own your soul.

"Ah," said John. "Bollocks."

Might do more of this later, but... I don't really know much about Constantine or DC, so... if anyone wants to pick it up... :)

I love seeing Danny Phantom showing up and being like ‘don’t ask too many questions but John Constantine I own your soul. All of it. Lmao sucks to suck bitch’, and he’s usually all Ghost King Full Regalia as he does it, at least in front of the Justice League, but consider—

He just shows up as Danny Fenton.

“yeah I got bored and collected the pieces like Pokémon. Gotta catch ‘em all” says the 5’2 teen who looks like a stiff breeze could trip him. He denies being a sorcerer, or a magician, concedes he’s maybe psychic but mostly he’s just…. The kid of two mad scientists—who have a basement lab where they opened a portal to what he SAYS is not hell but no one is frankly CONVINCED, by the way—and he hasn’t decided what to do with Constantine yet besides getting Danny into some r rated horror movies, but figures he should tell the dude probably.

“What’d you even trade for some of his soul contracts?”

“Don’t worry about it”

They worry about it

#danny phantom #dpxdc #reblog #fic

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sakurayumeno · 3 years ago

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tysm! could i request luca, demi, victor, and andrew for butt smacking reactions? 🥰

Reacting to S/O Smacking their Butt (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Genre: Crack fic

Warnings: Not really any fart

A/N: I've decided to merge these three together and do the characters I haven't wrote for in this.

Andrew

I'd say he farts but wouldja still clap that 🤨

Be honest most of ya'll would and I wouldn't be surprised

Ok whether he does or doesn't is up to you lmao

Andrew stutters during his response so much, he's so shaken up. Look at what you've done to him smh. 😒

"W-w-w-w-w-w-w-" cue Mario waa

Just shuts up after a while and to be honest I would too. There's so much awkward tension afterward until you're just like "My bad."

His butt is most likely muscular or at least toned. In fact his entire body as well, but his butt especially.

I'm calling Bubble butt and you can't convince me otherwise. He's hiding a whole package under the jacket. 😤

Andrew is a hard no on butt smacking. Nothing and no one can convince him to do so. 1: too shy and out of his comfort zone. 2: ANDREW IS A MAN OF GOD AND WILL NOT SUBJECT HIMSELF TO SUCH SIN.

It's a good way to tease him, but oh God you saw how he was the first time, imagine you doing it around people. Won't even look at you after.

Luca

Bro he just... doesn't react...? You're so f ing confused and just question if you actually did it or not.

Once you do it harder is when he says something.

"Ow, what was that for?" He says while rubbing his butt. Publicly. The confidence he has is astonishing. Or he just has no shame, either or.

I’m sorry... but it has to be said... Luca’s pretty flat. 😔

All he does is sit besides running for his life in the games. He's literally all bone there.

I'm literally heartbroken, his butt has nothing going for it dude. 😭

He’s alright with it for the most part. He may seem indifferent about it at first, but he’ll surprise you post-match with a high-five that drops down to a butt smack.

Luca doesn't really put any force into it at all, he kinda just let's gravity do its thing. So yeah it all depends on how high his hand was before doing so. Best hope you ain't sensitive because hoo boy if he finds out he will do that everytime he smacks it. Nothing too hard of course, 'cause y'know, 'gentleman'. ✨

After that, he’ll only do it if he remembers. Too many things to busy himself with and having a bad memory doesn’t help at all. So if you want him to smack your butt, you have to do it to him first.

Victor

Poor, sweet innocent boy.

He don’t even know butt smacking is a thing tbh.

He would think it were Wick at first until he sees Wick right next to him. If Wick is there then who touched his butt? 🥶

Brain farts for a sec. If Eli didn’t know what was going on, Victor is on a whole new level because he can’t even begin to make sense of what’s even happening.

But like, out of all of the things to do, you chose to smack his butt. Why??

The most average butt out there. It's definitely not a bad thing, it could be worse you know. I guess you could say it's firm, but that's really it. I'm still thinkin about Luca's, hence why his butt could be worse. 💔

He’d do it,,, but he feels so dirty doing so. It's too intimate than what he's used to, but if you want he will do it. Anything for you. ❤

Believe me when I say that Victor is awkward with it. Dude really does not know what to do so he just softly pats your ass leaving you like 'wtf??'.

He is not trained in this area do not bully him.

Feel special my guy, those pats are designed for people he loves, now you too can be pet like Wick.

William

LITERALLY THE MOST CHILL LIKE??

“Oh hey s/o, somethin’ you need?”

Bro how can he be this laid back about it, that just shows how used to it he is. You are not the first person to have touched his butt. You should feel jealous at that.

MUSCULAR AF and has quite the curves too. It's a given since he's been playing rugby for such a long time, but dang. Also, hard ass. I'm not joking. It's so hard you'd get whiplash.

William has mastered this art ages ago. He is a pro, he knows when to do it, how to do it, and who to do it to. The best subjects; unsuspecting bystanders lmao, perfect jumpscare.

And by mastered it I mean mastered doing it painfullly hard. Hide your ass if you know what's good for you. Ayo but if you want it like that who am I to stop you, know what I mean? 😏

He is aware of how nice his butt is and isn’t afraid to show it. Good butt and for what? Just to flaunt around to be honest. God said it's our turn to have a nice butt, hand it over. 🧍

Okay excuse my hopeless romantic self, but I’d totally think William would do that hand in back pocket sort of thing. IT'S JUST SO CUTE TO ME HHHHHHH 😩

I promise you if you ever do this again, he will find some way to embarrass you. Like when you're about to take your hand away he will pull you back in and say some snarky shit like, "Now where do you think you're going?" and keep your hand there.

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv grave keeper #idv andrew kreiss #andrew kreiss x reader #idv prisoner #idv luca balsa #luca balsa x reader #idv postman #idv victor grantz #victor grantz x reader #idv forward #idv william ellis #william ellis x reader #idv headcanons

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firesnap · 3 years ago

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What are your thoughts on people saying that everything c!Eret said was right and needed to be said to c!Wilbur, it just should've come from a different character? Namely, people are saying c!Fundy deserved to dress Wilbur down like that. Basically, do you think the problem isn't what was said to and about Wilbur but who said it? Personally, I think it was made exponentially worse by it being Eret who said it all, but I still think so much of what was said was just plain wrong.

Yeah, I think the power dynamic and history between Eret and Wilbur really fucked up the message we ended up getting. Trying to give Wilbur a message of staying for uncomfortable conversations and the apology as a mean to face hard moments in the past doesn't work that great when someone like Eret -- the person who murdered you and your family and destroyed a bit of the hopeful, naïve part of yourself you never got back.

Okay in the scenario you're presenting to me we have to agree to some ground rules (and the acknowledgement that Wilbur's lore is actually limited to who he can get on the server and the current condition of the characters, but our ask scenario is not). Whoever it is that's not c!Eret would have to:

Still be a surprise -- someone Wilbur wasn't expecting to see.

Still have a complicated relationship with Wilbur. It has to be something that Wilbur has something to push back on or would make it hard for him to confront them.

Wilbur still has to give the 10 second apology and run approach. "I'm sorry. I did this ___ and that was wrong of me. Thanks for listening. Bye."

So Fundy is interesting because of point 2 on that list. Fundy feels abandoned by Wilbur because of the end of Pogtopia and Wilbur dying, but Wilbur didn't actually abandon Fundy. Fundy disowned Wilbur publicly and by the time Fundy tried to tell Wilbur he didn't mean it... So you have a similar set up of Fundy directly contributed to Wilbur's spiral (and the spicy thing would be for c!Fundy to remember him running against Wilbur and trying to prove himself by being spy was because of jealousy about Tommy ), but it's still understandable why Wilbur would want to offer an apology for how things went.

The downside is that the fandom around Fundy is awful and the fanon that Wilbur was some kind of bad dad would be awwwful. I also have some quibbles with how Fundy RPs and just seriously don't mind him being awol this arc.

My other idea is Ranboo. So this plays more into how, for months, we were all writing cool meta and art about how Eret and Wilbur were similar and blah blah seeing yourself in the person who hurt you something.

But the story has set up some cool parallels with Ranboo and Wilbur that would definitely work where the ones with Eret failed. They see a lot of their own eccentricities in each other. Ranboo listened to Wilbur -- really listened. Ranboo also had faith in Wilbur.

Ranboo also chose to die in a way that really fucked up Wilbur.

So you've got the set up that Wilbur feels massive guilt about Ranboo, but also would be terrified to speak to Ranboo because they haven't seen each other since Ho16. Imagine getting to see Ranboo get frustrated at Wilbur throwing out a quick apology and then trying to retreat. Imagine getting to build off that sweet character growth we saw from Ranboo being willing to call Wilbur out for shit. Imagine Wilbur having to face someone who also killed themselves. Seeing yourself in the other. Being forced to stay and face the apology. Maybe even a little anger that Wilbur didn't ask Ranboo to sacrifice himself.

It would have been better than what we got.

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theamityelf · 2 years ago

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Since tensions have dropped, as a result of Gil and Jay's friendship, and their insights into a future that more or less works out for everyone, the whole group, excepting some of the crew, migrates to the Chip Shoppe to discuss everything.

Harry is still in charge of Ben, who is still tied up, but he doesn't mind that half as much as the information he's heard from Gil.

"I really agree to close the barrier forever?" he says, looking with horror between Gil and Jay. "Why would I do something like that?"

"I dunno," Gil says casually, as he pulls out Uma's throne for her (another thing he hasn't gotten to do in a while) and Harry delights in sitting Ben on the floor beside it. "Something about Mal thinking it's too dangerous to let anyone else off. I think Hades tried to escape, and that was a big thing for her, since-"

"Gil!" Jay interjects.

"Right. Sorry."

Mal sends a wide-eyed stare at Gil and Jay, in turn, realizing that they both clearly know the identity of her father. How do they know that? If all these things they're saying about being from the future are true...Still, why does that mean they know who her dad is?!

"But it seems like you just really wanted to protect Auradon's citizens, first," Gil finishes, patting Ben on the head as he passes him to sit on Uma's other side. (Harry remains standing over Ben, as an unvoiced casual threat.)

"Auradon's citizens first? But...the kids on the Isle are Auradon's citizens, too," Ben says.

No one answers him; there isn't much to say.

"Why would I do that?" he repeats quietly.

Uma taps him with the side of her foot. "If you don't mind, we're talking business right now, little king. Handle this on your own time."

(Ben goes quiet but is still visibly lost in thought.)

"No, I..." Evie is shaking her head. "I'm with him; I don't believe that either of them would do something like that."

Mal's silence, and her guilty expression, speak volumes. "She's right, E; we can talk about it later."

"I've been thinking about it, and I don't think we can skip the Audrey stuff," Jay says. "The main reason Auradon didn't mind us freeing the villains is because they saw what one of their own was capable of. If they don't see that an AK is just as capable of wreaking havoc as a VK, there'll be way more push-back once we take the-"

"Shh," Uma says, nodding her head discreetly in the direction of the kitchen, where presumably her mother is working.

Lowering his voice, Jay continues, "...once we take the barrier down."

"So, we have to let the Audrey stuff happen," Gil concludes. "Poor Audrey."

"What happens to Audrey?" Lonnie demands.

"Nothing too bad," Jay says, and then explains the whole disaster of Jane's birthday, starting with Audrey stealing the scepter.

"Oh."

"That sounds...pretty bad," Evie says.

"But it sounds like it works out fine," Mal points out.

"Where was I?" Lonnie asks.

"Vacation."

"I miss everything."

"What would set Audrey off like that?" Ben asks, increasingly distressed by everything he hears about the future.

"Well..."

Gil mistakenly reads Jay's hesitation as uncertainty, so he answers, "I think she said the proposal was the last straw. Like, it made her feel like she'd wasted her life, and also kind of publicly humiliated? But she also said that her grandma said something kind of mean, so it might not have really been about the proposal."

"Proposal?" Ben repeats.

"Hm?" Gil looks up and sees that Jay is just mashing his hand into his own forehead, too resigned for damage control at this point. "Uh, yeah. You propose to Mal on VK Day. Or maybe the day after?" He poses the question to Jay, who merely shrugs, half-laughing.

"What's VK Day?" Carlos asks.

Jay goes ahead and gives the full rundown of everything that has happened, pretty much only leaving out the significance of Hades to Mal. He is asked relentless questions throughout, but there's a several-second silence after he finishes.

Uma breaks it. "Gil?"

At first, he doesn't know what she's asking, but then he gets it. "Yeah, it's all true. I was there for a lot of it. And some of the stuff I wasn't there for, you and Harry were there and told me about it."

Uma nods, satisfied. "Then it sounds like we have to talk about how much of this happy ending we can keep, now that we know about it."

"What do you mean?" Carlos asks.

"I mean, your king's already spinning out about one thing his future self did, I don't want to be separated from my crew for months, and I assume some of you don't want Aurora's kid to go nuts with the scepter. If we like the ending but don't like the steps, then we have to think up some different steps to get to the same ending."

"Now that you mention it, VK Day might be kind of redundant, now that we know the barrier's just gonna go down anyway," Jay muses. "Might save the crown some cash if we just skip that part."

"Who said we're bringing down the barrier?" Mal protests, holding up a finger. "Maybe I still don't know if that's a safe idea."

"Who said you're in the equation?" Uma counters. "His Highness hasn't proposed yet."

Mal flares her nostrils but has no rebuttal for that. "Either way, if Ben hasn't said we're bringing down the barrier, then we can't assume-"

"Hold," Uma interrupts. "Jonas, where do you think you're going?"

The member of her crew who started walking toward the exit stops. "I have to see a guy about some rubies," he says.

"You made plans for after the hostage trade?" Harry demands.

"Go 'head," Uma permits. "But keep your mouth shut. Nothing we said here leaves this room. Got that?"

"Yes, captain," Jonas says.

"Got that?!"

"Yes, captain," the rest of the crew parrots.

Uma turns to Mal. "Continue."

"Barrier stays closed, until Ben says otherwise."

"That's funny, 'cuz Ben is staying here until I say otherwise."

"Be reasonable," Evie sighs.

"I have been. Something has to happen for all of us to end today happy, so let's make it happen. What's the plan?"

Ben finally speaks up: "I agree that we should get rid of the barrier."

"He agrees here," Harry mutters. "Will he agree when he's free?"

"Gil, what do you think?"

Gil was seriously thrilled to get to be helpful this way. To be Uma's eyes and ears from the future. "I think Ben will keep his promise. You get way closer to him, in the future. He listens to your advice."

"If you vouch for his word, then I'll take that for now. Sounds like what we need is for a few of us to leave the Isle and for some Auradon kid- Audrey or whoever -to cause a ruckus that'll grease the wheels for the barrier to be taken down."

"I could probably make a ruckus, if I call ahead and tell my parents it's for a good cause," Lonnie says.

"Not with the scepter; it could kill you," Mal says.

"No, of course not with the scepter!"

"Lonnie, I would like you to walk me through what crimes you would be willing to commit," Carlos says.

"Um..." (Her friends watched her with unveiled curiosity.) "I'd be willing to do property damage. Maybe disturbance of the peace?"

"We disturb the peace on the daily," Jay said. "I think you'd have to do something pretty big, to make Auradon cool with dropping the barrier. Audrey turned people to stone, including the king and Fairy Godmother."

"...Yeah, I'm not doing that."

"Back to square one, then."

"Gil, grab us something from the kitchen," Uma directs, stroking his hair first, like a reward for how helpful he's been. "This is gonna take a while."

Gil and Jay go exploring a forest that just so happens to be the one where Merlin was last seen, and they both end up going back in time…to Descendants 2.

One moment, Gil is splashing his face in a forest stream, the next he’s on the Lost Revenge, in the crow’s nest, peering out at the approaching VK’s and calling out to Uma, “They’re here!”

He pauses, confused, as Harry and Uma start calling out “Welcome!” and “Finally!”

“Wait, this already…” He shimmies down to the main deck, frowning and murmuring to himself, “This already happened…”

He makes eye contact with Jay, who’s standing with Mal and looking just as startled and confused as Gil feels. But neither of them speak up until the trade-off is about to happen, at which point Gil blurts out, “Don’t! The wand’s a fake!”

Jay mouths, What are you doing?!

Uma snaps, “What are you talking about?”

“Mal’s lying; the dog could already talk,” Gil says.

Mal is looking tense, forcing an unbothered smile. Jay is gesturing for Gil to stop talking. Harry is reeling Ben back towards the deck (for his part, Ben looks more curious about the goings on than concerned about his own safety), and Uma is eyeing Gil curiously.

“Oh! And they made these smoke bomb things to distract us once we find out about the fake wand,” he added. “They actually do a lot of cheating today, but then you cheat back by sneaking out the barrier before they can close it and putting Ben under a love spell because Mal dropped her spell book. Oh, Mal, you dropped your spell book.”

“What is he talking about?” Mal demands.

“No idea,” Uma says, but she’s smiling, interested. “Gil, what are you talking about?”

“I just got here from the future,” he explains. “You wear your hair different there; I forgot how cool the braids were. And you never wear your hat anymore, I think because you lost it in the ocean. Hey, maybe this time you won’t lose it!”

“Dude,” Jay finally speaks up, plaintively. “Why are you changing the past?”

“Well, maybe this time Uma won’t go missing for months,” Gil reasons. “It was really hard for all of us, when she was stuck outside the barrier. Maybe this time Harry won’t dye his hair.”

“What color do I dye it?” Harry inquires.

“You guys are just believing this?” Mal says.

“Black,” Gil answers Harry.

“How does it look on me?”

“This is ridiculous; the wand is not a fake!” Mal says. “Give me Ben back.”

“It looks okay, but not as good as brown,” Gil opines.

“Please don’t dye it black,” Uma agrees, rolling her eyes.

“Jay, why does it sound like you knew about this?” Carlos asks.

“Because I did,” Jay admits. “I was with Gil; we both went back in time.”

“You were alone with Gil when this happened?” Carlos asks suspiciously.

“Yeah, Gil is…Gil’s cool,” Jay says. “We kinda hang out, now.”

“Hey, thanks man,” Gil says, blushing. Harry pats him on the back.

“And you were just going to let everything play out the same way?” Evie asks Jay indignantly.

Shrugging, Jay answers, “Things worked out pretty well for us in the original timeline. Well, there was the incident with the scepter, but that all got solved in half a day. Other than that-”

“What about the scepter?” Mal asks, alarmed.

“Not important.”

“Oh yeah, Audrey!” Gil says. “Are we gonna let all that happen the same way again?”

“What about Audrey?” Lonnie asks, frowning either out of concern for Audrey or because she senses she probably won’t get to fight any pirates today.

“Not important,” Jay says again, more emphatically this time. “We shouldn’t be changing things! What if something goes wrong?”

“What if something goes right?” Uma suggests, then turns to Gil again. “How’s the Isle in the future?”

“Empty,” Gil says.

“What?”

“Dude!”

“Empty?” Uma repeats.

“Yeah, you make Mal promise to let the kids off the Isle if you help her with the whole scepter thing, and she agrees even though actually she plans to close the barrier forever-”

“She what?!” multiple people say.

“Not yet,” Gil soothes. “Actually, Ben, you agree to it too. But yeah, when you find out she’s been lying, you get real mad, but also kinda sad, and she gets guilty, so out of nowhere she suddenly says she’s going to break the barrier forever instead of closing it forever, and all the villains get out.”

“That sounds like a very stupid thing to do, but better than the alternative, so I’ll take it,” Uma muses.

“I won’t!” Mal exclaims. “That’s…dangerous! Why would I…? You’re lying!”

“Well, you really mellow out once you find out Ben loves you for who you are,” Gil says.

Mal freezes, her face turning bright red.

“Gil,” Jay sighs. “The line?”

“Yeah, I might have crossed it,” Gil agrees awkwardly.

#disney descendants #sea three #icebreaker #uma daughter of ursula #harry hook #gil legume #jay son of jafar #king ben florian #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #carlos de vil #li lonnie #this has been just for fun #my fanfic

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hairringtonsteve · 4 years ago

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wrong house, right time

[joaquin torres x reader]

summary: Sometimes, life just sucks and nothing can be done. But when one (1) Joaquin Torres shows up to fix for air conditioner, your week gets just a little better.

word count: 2,262

a/n: I wasn't going to post this publicly, but @anna-phora told me to do it, so I'm accidentally stepping into MCU fic. Which like... was the eventual plan if I'm being honest. but this was written specifically for her because I'm a great friend. (edited so it's not including her name, lol)

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There are some weeks that are worse than others. You know this. You have accepted this It’s par for the course in life. But really – couldn’t Teacher Appreciation Week be better than the other weeks? It doesn’t even have to be by a lot. You’d take a smidge at this point. Hell, you’d take just about anything. You rested your head against the cool wood of your kitchen cabinet and sighed. On the counter, your phone chimed, signaling a text. A moment later, it chimed again.

“Better be something good,” you mumbled. You fumbled for it blindly, refusing to look for it. This week was exhausting. You weren’t going to move more than you had to for the next two days. After a few seconds, your fingertips bumped up against the edge. Unlocking it without looking, you finally cracked an eye open, pulling away from the cabinet just enough to catch a glimpse of your screen.

A second later, two more texts popped onto the screen.

You let out a snort of laughter as you read the messages. You’d almost forgot. One of your neighbors had recommended him, saying that a friend of a friend was pretty handy with fixing things, and would probably do it for a small fee. You’d hesitated at first, but thinking about how much money a handyman would be had swayed you over.

Glancing down at your dog, Darcy, you hummed softly. “If you’re extra nice, maybe he won’t charge us.”

You ran a hand over your face as you headed through the kitchen and to the front door. You hadn’t heard any knocking, so you assumed he was right in that he was at the wrong house. Opening up the door, you peered through the screen. It took a few seconds, but you spotted a guy slowly wandering down the sidewalk, eyes glued to his phone with a toolbox in his free hand. Every few seconds he would glance up, frown, and then look back to his phone. You figured that it was him, but you didn’t say anything. It was the safe thing to do, to not yell at random men from your house.

And besides, he was cute.

Your gaze slipped over him as he walked. Short hair, strong shoulders. Despite the distance, you could tell that he was handsome. A few more steps and he was one house down. Finally, you decided to put him out of his misery.

His head jerked up as he looked around, his gaze eventually settling on you. You quirked a brow at him and he held up his phone in question. You nodded, motioning for him to come inside. A grin stretched across his lips and something in your chest twisted.

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no, he was really cute.

Very cute.

Handsome.

Shit.

You swallowed and mustered up a grin as he started up the steps. Darcy started barking, excited at the prospect of meeting literally anyone. You unlocked the screen door and took a few steps back, hooking your fingers through her collar to make sure she didn’t take a running leap at him.

“It’s open,” you called as he reached the door. Darcy barked, tugging forward in Joaquin’s direction. “Sorry about her, she’s just really friendly.”

Joaquin was already kneeling down, setting his toolbox down beside him. “It’s fine, I love dogs. You can let her go.” He paused. “If that’s okay?”

You shrug as you let her go. Darcy shot forward, leaping towards him with an excited bark. She was all over him, unable to decide whether jumping or nuzzling was the way to go. You straightened up, your heart already doing triple time at the sight.

“So,” he started, taking his eyes off of Darcy for a second to look up at you. “Your AC is acting up?”

You nodded. “I have no clue what’s going on with it, but it won’t work. Thank you so much for coming to check it out.”

“Oh, no problem at all,” he said, rubbing Darcy’s ears. Her tail wagged furiously. “Especially for a pretty girl.” Red crept up from his neck to his ears, flushing his face in a way that made him even more attractive. He ducked his head, bashful, as he focused solely on Darcy. “So what’s her name?” The sentence came out fast, like one long word.

“Oh, um, it’s Darcy.” Words were hard to form when the phrase ‘pretty girl’ was echoing around your brain.

“Like the author?” He lifted his head as he asked, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I had to read a lot of her stuff in high school. Pride and Prejudice was always my favorite.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “You read a lot?”

You shrugged. “Well, I am a high school English teacher.”

Joaquin laughed and nodded his head. “So you read a hell of a lot, then?” His grin settled more into a smile as he -- somewhat unsubtly -- looked you up and down. A beat of silence, and then: “So, you wanna show me the unit?” He grabbed his toolbox and stood up, arching his back a little as he tried to stretch it out from being crouched down.

“Sure,” you said as you started up the stairs. It was quiet as the two of you walked.

“So when did it stop working?” Joaquin asked, breaking the silence.

“The other day. It just started to sputter a little bit and then quit after a few seconds.” You opened up the door and motioned him inside. The AC was still in the window, still mocking you as it sat in the hot, unmoving air.

“And it hasn’t started up since?”

“Nope. I’ve been dying of heatstroke since Wednesday.”

“Makes sense,” he said as he began to shrug off his jacket. The black t-shirt underneath fit him well.

A little too well, if you were being honest.

He stepped over to the unit and began to lift the window up, as though he were planning to get it out by himself when it was clearly a two-person job.

“You need help?” You asked, already moving towards him.

“I’ve got it, I’m strong,” he said, waving you away. You went to argue with him, but he was already wrapping his arms around the thing. With his attention focused on lifting the unit out of the window, you were free to watch as his muscles strained. What was a two-person job for you was easily a one-person job for him. He took his time in setting it on the ground, guiding it down gently. He pressed his lips together as he sat down on the ground and reached for his toolbox. He looked up to where you were still standing.

“Oh, did you want me to -- I can head downstairs? So I don’t bother you?” You took a step back, but paused as he shrugged.

“Or you could stay up here. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Your stomach flipped. You stepped inside and took a seat on the ground a few feet away from him, making it a little harder for Darcy to investigate what he was doing. That was it. You were there to keep Darcy away. But as you sat there, you realized that you had no clue what to talk about? What was he into?

It was quiet for a few seconds before he asked what your favorite movie was. And suddenly, the two of you were off. Time passed quickly as you spoke, moving from favorite movies to books to exchanging family stories. You learned that he was in the military, and traveled often. You’d asked what he did, and he just shrugged his shoulders, looking from the AC unit to you, and smirked.

“Stuff.”

“Like top-secret stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” he’d said, holding the smirk for another second before laughing. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he laughed.

You liked it.

Despite it feeling as though no time at all had passed, he announced the culprit -- a bad wire -- and it seemed like once he’d figured it out, he was done. But when you glanced at the time on your phone, your eyes widened. Two hours had gone by.

You shifted your gaze over to the window as Joaquin straightened up and tried out the AC unit. It worked like a charm. He nodded and gave the unit a little pat, as though silently congratulating it for working once more.

“So how much do I owe you?” You asked as he turned to face you.

“Nothing, that was easy.”

“That was two hours, I have to give you something.”

He shook his head. “Your company was enough.”

“Come on, let me--”

“Y/N,” he said, taking a step forward. “Your company was worth it, I’m not accepting your money.” He pressed his lips together, looking as though he wanted to say something more when his phone went off. He glanced down at it and sighed. “One sec?” He asked, already swiping to answer the call. “Hey Mom, yeah I -- yeah. Yeah, yes. I can pick that up. You want me to snag one for Grandma, too? No, I just finished fixing up the AC, I -- She’s -- Mom.” You couldn’t tell what was being said, but his cheeks were starting to flush. You could hear laughter on the other end of the line. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a bit.”

You raised a brow. “Your mom?”

“Yeah, she wants me to stop by the store on my way to visit her.” He glanced from you to Darcy and sighed. “I should probably be on my way out.”

Disappointment made itself at home in your chest. “Right, yeah,” you said, heading towards the door. The two of you made your way down the stairs, Darcy following happily behind. When you reached the first floor, you went to lean against the couch. Joaquin had his hands in his jacket pockets as he made it a few steps after you. He stood there, shifting his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“Thank you, seriously. I cannot thank you enough for fixing that,” you said.

He shook his head and grinned softly. “It was no problem, Y/N.” He took a few steps towards the door before turning back to look at you. “I’ll see you around?”

You returned his grin with one of your own. “You’ve got my number.”

His grin grew even wider before he turned and headed out the door. Darcy trotted over to the door after it closed, her eyes tracking his every move as he headed towards the sidewalk. You watched for another second before calling Darcy away from the door. A minute and one treat later, the two of you were cuddled up on the couch. Idly, you switched tabs from Facebook to Tumblr, trying your hardest to avoid thinking about the last couple of hours before you heard your phone go off. Thumbing into your messages, your face instantly lit up.

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Two months later, you found yourself walking towards a small, hole-in-the-wall bar tucked into a sidestreet. Joaquin’s hand on the small of your back as you walked, you trying not to laugh as he gave you what felt like a rundown before one of his missions.

“Just… ignore them if they try to embarrass me, okay? I’m much cooler than whatever they say.”

You laughed. “Are you, though? Are you really?”

“Hey,” he said, giving you an indignant look as he held the door open for you. You stepped inside, taking note of how warm it was inside. People crowded around tables, the low hum of voices occasionally getting louder when the television in the corner showed someone making a basket. Joaquin tapped your shoulder, nodding to the right. “I am very cool, I’ll have you know. Just last week, I –”

“Hey, Torres!” A voice called from a back booth. Joaquin sighed as he stepped in front of you and lead you towards the booth. “Weren’t you the one to say, ‘be there at seven and don’t be late, I really like this girl?’ And you’re what, thirty minutes late?”

“Thirty-two minutes late, by my count,” another voice chimes in as the two of you get closer. You’re already grinning as you note how Joaquin ducked his head.

You lean forward, just close enough so he’ll be able to hear you. “You really like this girl, huh?”

It was difficult to hear his response with his back turned to you, but you watched as his shoulders slumped and caught what sounded like a “not you too.” You tilted your head back and laughed, bright and airy, as you approached the table. Your eyes settled on the two men crowded into the booth, your laugh cutting off as recognition settled in.

He hadn’t said that they were these friends.

“Y/N, we’ve heard a lot about you. Like a lot about you.”

He’d only ever talked about work in the abstract, which made sense. It wasn’t like he could go on, telling you all the details about whatever mission he was on. But he’d spoken of coworkers and even one that had become a friend. But he’d never mentioned names, or the context of things, or…

“Honestly, the kid doesn’t shut up about you.”

Or the fact that they were literal Avengers.

Joaquin groaned. “Can you two—”

Sam Wilson settled back into his seat and grinned as he motioned for you to sit down. “I’m Sam, this is Bucky. It’s good to finally meet you.”

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