#THAT GUY SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO GO UP AGAINST THE BATS

[silent-stories]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝟑 𝐀.𝐌

Pairing: Eddie x F!Hopper!Reader (adopted or not)

Summary: Your dad would never approve of your relationship with Eddie, so you sneak out for a night walk in the woods with him.

00.13 a.m

"Where are you going?" Eleven's voice reached your ears as you got out of your bed trying not to make the slightest noise that could disturb the silent night.

You turned around as your bare feet touched the wooden floor, and you found your little sister sitting on her bed looking at you quizzically and half asleep, her wavy hair falling over her eyes.

You sighed, staring at the window you'd intended to jump down that night, the moonlight was filtering through the glass and reflecting off the floor as you walked over to El's bed. "Can you keep a secret like a good sister?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Am I not a good sister?"

"What? No, of course you are, it's just that... Dad doesn't have to know, okay?" You explained, whispering and hoping that Hopper in the room next to yours was snoring loud enough to drown out your voices.

El nodded.

"I'm seeing a boy."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Is he the boy with pretty eyes you were talking about last week?"

You froze, either El was a very smart kid or you weren't paying attention at all when you were talking about Eddie with her. "Yeah...yeah he is."

"Why Hopper doesn't have to know?"

"Because when your dad is a cop and your boyfriend has already been arrested three times, family dinners might get a little awkward."

El nodded, thinking silently. "Why was he arrested?"

"The first time because he caught him selling dr..." You stopped, thinking that these weren't things El should have known, cursing the thousand questions he could every time in your mind. "It's not really important."

"He's not a bad guy, is he? Hopper says he only arrests bad guys."

A corner of your lips lifted at the thought of El worrying about you. "No. Absolutely not. A lot of people think he is but...he's not. He's sweet and...he cares about me."

A smile appeared on the girl's lips. "He's like Mike!"

"Like Mike?" You scoffed. "He's way better than Mike."

She laughed, shaking her head.

"But it's very important that you don't tell dad, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay. Good luck with the boy with pretty eyes."

You giggled, bringing a hand to ruffle her hair. "You are the best sister ever."

You pulled on the boots you'd left in the corner of the room and grabbed a jacket off a chair.

El waved to you as you slowly opened the window and sat on the edge, breathing in the fresh but not too cold air of the night.

You waved back to her and smiled before jumping out the window, your boots making a soft thud as they hit the wood of the porch.

You looked around for a moment, enjoying the silence of the night which wasn't really a silence, after all.

You could hear an owl in the distance, the croaking of frogs and the squealing of some of the small animals that lived in the woods. Two bats flew over you one after the other almost as if they were playing and you instinctively ducked so as not to collide with them.

You looked around, searching for the spot among the trees and bushes where the path that would take you to where Eddie told you you would meet started.

You breathed in the air that smelled of moss and wet grass. Then, after taking one last look at your house, you went into the woods.

00.39 a.m

When you saw him, his back was leaning against a big old looking tree, he was wearing a black shirt with a red flannel over it. As soon as he saw you a big smile appeared on his face as he walked towards you.

You'd always loved the way his face lit up whenever he saw you, as if just your presence made him happier.

It was night and probably someone would have been frightened to see a figure in the woods walking towards them, in the dark of the night illuminated only by the light of the moon, but not you, you would have recognized him even without the slightest light.

"Hey, princess. I almost thought your dad caught you." He said as he reached up to you and his lips met yours in a quick but soft kiss.

"Baby, you know I love you-"

"But?" His expression suddenly turned concerned.

"But you could have chosen a more recognizable place, I walked around this fucking wood for half an hour before I found you." You chuckled before pushing him back towards you, placing a hand behind his neck as your fingers tangled with his hair. "But you're worth it."

When your lips parted, Eddie looked at the tree he was leaning against some moments bofore. "But I described this tree to you perfectly!"

You rolled your eyes. "No, you told me it looked like Treebeard from the Lord of the Rings. And trust me, even though I've read it dozens of times it wasn't that easy to find."

He chuckled as he put his arm around your shoulders and started your night walk.

"Did you just say you've read The Lord of the Rings dozens of times?"

You huffed but raised an arm to intertwine your fingers with his. "That wasn't the point."

When you felt his fingers brushing your face, you turned your head towards his hand to leave a kiss on his knuckles.

A smirk was on his lips now. "I knew my girlfriend was a nerd."

1.26 a.m

"She has hair like yours, but her ears are pointed, because, you know, she's an elf. She's kind and always willing to help her companions but it's best not to make her mad because she's also a ruthless killer who won't hesitate to cut your insides to pieces if you do hurt her family." Eddie continued to tell you about his latest DnD campaign, describing the new characters in great detail, his arm still around your shoulders as you continued walking through the woods, following the path.

When you went out at night to meet him in the woods like that, sometimes you were afraid that you would get lost and that you would never be able to get out again, but then you always remembered that you had Eddie by your side and that if something like that happened he would turn him into a another one of your adventures.

"Her eyes the exact same shade as yours and-"

"Wait…did you base one of your characters on me?" You asked with a smirk.

"Maybe?" His uncertain tone let you know that the sincere answer would be yes.

"Well, what an honor, I wonder if-"

A sudden rustle coming from the bushes in front of you made you stop, your last words echoing in the silence of the woods.

"Did you hear that?" You asked, your voice reduced to a whisper.

"Yeah." Eddie's arm was softly pushing you behind him, as if to protect you from some possible danger but you stopped him and stayed beside him even after his glare.

"What if it's a wolf?" You asked as you continued to stare at the bushes moving.

"There are no wolves in Indiana."

"How do you know?"

"I've never seen one."

"Yes, because they usually hide behind bushes like that one."

When the snout of a weird animal popped up in the branches, your grip on Eddie's arm loosened.

"Oh, it doesn't look like a wolf."

A raccoon scrurred towards you, sniffing the ground probably looking for something to eat.

"Hey Buddy!" Eddie exclaimed as if he was saying hi to an old friend.

You brought your arms to your sides. "What? Do you know the raccoon?"

"I think it's the same one who's always hanging around the trailer area. Sometimes I leave him food." He explained with a smile on his lips as he knelt down and the raccoon approached him curiously.

"Eddie, it could carry some disease."

"Oh, shut up. Look how cute he is."

"All right, Snow White, go ahed. Don't come complaining to me when you have rabies." You commented as Eddie patted the raccoon's head like it was a puppy.

Eddie Munson.

The boy that people thought was a cult leader who worshiped the devil.

The boy who tried to hide his true feelings and his soft side to protect himself, creating an armor around himself, through which only those who really knew him could see.

Eddie Munson, who was called a "freak" by almost every single Hawkings resident, was kneeling in the mud to pet a raccoon, claiming he was "cute".

When he stood up, you instinctively pushed him towards you for a kiss, his lips were warm even if the night was cool.

He smiled. "What was this for?"

"Because you are so fucking pretty."

He scoffed. "Pretty? I'm not pr-"

He didn't have time to reply that your lips were on his again."Don't argue with me."

A kind of squeak, after a few minutes, made you separate.

Between your feet, walked four little raccoons, their black and white muzzles pointed at you, as if asking what the hell you were doing in the woods in the middle of the night.

"I think your raccoon is a mom."

Eddie chuckled when one of them tried to climb up your leg, falling after a few seconds.

"Who is Snow White now?"

"Oh, shut up."

2.00 a.m

"I don't wanna do that anymore." You said as you sat next to Eddie at the foot of one of the trees around Lover's Lake.

The moonlight reflected off the water surface creating an atmosphere of complete calm and the croaking of the frogs was all around you.

Eddie turned to you with a worried expression, you could almost see his anxiety suddenly rise and you cursed your choice of words.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"No!" You exclaimed, perhaps a little too quickly. "No, absolutely not. I meant hiding."

"Hiding?"

"Going out at night, you know. I want to tell my father about us." You explained.

A gust of wind rustled the leaves and nearly drowned out Eddie's only word. "Oh."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not for me. It sure will be for him though. I don't think he likes me very much." He added the last part with a not-quite-genuine chuckle, probably thinking back to all the times he'd been arrested before.

"Eddie, I love you. So he'll get over it."

He pulled you closer to him, until you sat between his legs, and planted a kiss on your head as you rested your back against his chest. "I love you too" He murmured. "But I'm not sure your family would approve."

"Oh, my sister already knows about us." You commented, saying it like it was nothing important, but waiting for his reaction.

"What?"

You raised your head slightly towards him, your nose brushed his cheek.

"She caught me sneaking out." You explained. "But she said she's happy for us."

Eddie let out what felt like a sigh of relief.

"Good, because I don't want the little girl with superpowers against me." He chuckled.

"I would protect you with my life." You were joking, even though what you were saying wasn't too far from reality.

He giggled when you dropped a few kisses on his neck, since you couldn't reach his face from your position.

"And what about your father?" he asked after a few moments.

"He's never even given you a fine. And trust me, he usually gives a lot of them. I think he kinda likes you already."

"But he put handcuffs on me once."

"And you ran away and kept them."

His laughter echoed through the trees as his chest vibrated against your back. "I did."

"No, but seriously." You added. "I wanna tell him. And if he doesn't approve, fuck him. I'm happy when I'm with you."

Eddie held you tighter, but, as always, careful not to hurt you, enjoying the last few moments together before you both have to go home.

"He's really gonna put me in jail, this time."

You chuckled, shaking your head.

"I'll post bail."

3.14 am

You knew something was wrong when you saw that the light in your room was on.

Getting in from the window, you found yourself in front of Hopper, sitting on your bed with his arms crossed over his chest and the most pissed expression ever.

"I swear I didn't say anything!" El exclaimed, sitting cross-legged on her bed. You knew from her almost desperate tone that she meant it.

"You are up early this morning, aren't you?" You asked with a half laugh, trying to defuse.

"There are two options." He said curtly pointing an accusing finger at you. "You're either a werewolf or you owe me an explanation."

You thought about it for a moment.

"I am a werewolf?"

Not even El could hold back a laugh.

Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat @michaelfuckinglangdon

[nxuvillette]

hanma + jealousy / possessive sex at some type of party?! maybe he overheard some guys talking about you… smirks evilly

❥- note: nonnie this made my brain cook i had to make a drabble with this !! nsfw under the cut !!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, established relationship, mentions of alcohol consumption, jealous / possessive behavior, bathroom sex, jealous sex, use of pet names (babydoll , doll), breeding kink

hanma shuji never really batted an eye when it came to men and how they brought you up. he was a confident man who knew at the end of the day, you were always going to be his. he never felt threatened by another man’s presence or words, and he trusted you. there was no need for him to get angry over things that were out of his control.

well, except for tonight.

the two of you both came to a party kisaki was hosting. you wore a pretty silk dress that was the color of the night sky. hanma thought you looked beautiful in your outfit. you never failed to take his breath away. it was going well, too. everyone that night was so polite and nothing seemed to be going wrong, until hanma stood near a few men who were speaking about you. it struck hanma as odd because these men didn’t seem familiar to you, nor him, so he wondered what they were buzzing about.

“haha, yeah, (y/n)? she’s fuckin’ hot.”

“fuck, i’d love to see what’s under that dress. i bet she’s got a nice ass..”

“why don’t you go find out? i don’t think she has a man..”

“heh, i might just give it a try. i might give her some good dick if she’s real nice..”

something snapped inside of your boyfriend. he wasn’t sure if it was because he was tired from work or the whiskey that was surging through his veins, but one thing was for sure, he was going to prevent any of those men from even breathing next to you that evening.

hanma didn’t even utter a word to you as he shoved you into the bathroom at the banquet you were at. he didn’t give two shits if any of those guests had to use it, he was going to have his way with you. he wasted no time pushing your panties to the side and placing you on the bathroom counter. your body was so perfect. he never got tired of how sexy you looked whenever your cunt was dripping wet for him.

“h-hanma..! what if someone hears..? or tries to come in..?!” you were trying your best to resist, but your body was betraying you.

hanma unbuckled his belt, seemingly showing no worry behind his expression. “who gives a fuck? let those assholes outside know who’s the one fucking your brains out, yeah, doll?” he looked into your doe eyes that he loved so fucking much.

you just nodded and gave into that ache between your thighs. once hanma entered you, your vision saw stars and you could hardly keep yourself composed. he knew how to fuck you just right. whether it was fixing your attitude or giving you dick for being a good girl, he knew your body better than anyone else.

hanma’s hips snapped at a quick pace. your juices leaked onto the counter below you, and your back was now pressed up against the mirror. his eyes never left yours as he pumped his cock into your weeping cunt. “fuck.. yeah, you like that, babydoll? shit.. this pussy is all mine, yeah? you fuckin’ love when i fuck you?” he gritted his teeth as he spoke the final sentence, making you body shudder from how sexy it sounded.

your hands placed themselves onto his shoulders, holding onto him while he completely ravaged you. “y-yes! god, yes! shuji!” you whined, pressing your forehead against his sweaty. “‘m all yours!”

hanma couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on his features. you were just so fucking cute. he never thought he’d take you inside of a bathroom with your cute little dress, crying his name like it was a prayer. all he needed was you at the end of the night. his favorite girl just where he wanted her.

no one could ever be better than him. those men who spoke about you should have known better to mess with you and say such disgusting things. hell, they probably wouldn’t be able to fuck you the way he does. they wouldn’t know a damn clue about how to make you cum so hard you can hardly form sentences. you were his. it didn’t matter who might have you next.

hanma’s hips stuttered as he felt his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. that release he had been chasing was finally creeping up on him, and all he wanted was to let go inside you. “i’m gonna cum..” he groaned, squeezing your hips as he felt you reach your orgasm. “fuck.. ‘gonna fill this pretty pussy.. might give ya a baby while i’m at it..”

you let out a loud cry of pleasure at the sensation of his cum filling your cunt. a thick load made its way into your womb, sending chills down your spine from the feeling. god, he felt so fucking amazing you could cry from it.

he leaned into your face, kissing your lips and cupping your cheek. “you’re mine.. don’t forget that, babydoll.” he then kissed you again, making sure you were satisfied.

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[lure-of-writing]

Such a Joy

Summary: you are truly such a joy when sick but its a good think Cassian loves you

word count:1.4 k

Authors note: Hi guys! It's been so long since I've written last so if this is terrible please be nice but anyways I look forward to seeing what you have to say and please don't hesitate to send in any request!

Everyone loved to tease Cassian by calling him a brute, which isn’t exactly wrong, but it also wasn’t often when Cassian's brains were also acknowledged. But he must admit in this instance it was half his brain power and half of the mating bond that alerted him to your apparent demise. Well that is according to you of course. 

Having been with you for so long Cassian should have known better than to believe you when you said you were dying and wouldn’t survive the night. Your over the top theatrics have yet to not phase him anymore. How he survives that heart palpitations when you say you're on the verge of death every other week truly beats him.  

Yesterday you were in the kitchen in the house of wind making not only yourself breakfast but you were also making breakfast for the two oversized bats that wandered around the house free of charge. In your opinion they should be charged for all the disruption to your peaceful midday reading they do. Yet Rhysand never fails to remind you that one of those oversized bats is your mate. 

Cassian sat in his usual seat at the kitchen bar while watching you make breakfast when all of a sudden you were having a coughing fit that according to you had you “Fighting for your life” as you told him while his was rubbing your back in soothing motions and giving you a glass of water to drink in hopes of getting rid of whatever had irritated your throat. After a few minutes you returned to cooking the buffet sized breakfast when all of a sudden you were sneezing repeatedly and had to step away from the stove while Azriel took over. 

Azriel watched as Cassian fussed over you while you tried to swat him away from you stating “I am fine you mother hen. You two must have dragged something back in here after training yesterday and it's irritating me. I will be just fine.”  

“Are you sure sweetheart? It isn’t like you to cough and sneeze like this. Are you sure you're ok?” Looking up to your mate you give him a sweet smile and a gentle kiss on the lips in hopes of showing him you were fine. “I’m sure I will be ok. Now you two eat your breakfast and you have a long day ahead of you.” Little did you know by mid day you would be curled up in about ten different blankets, a bowl of long forgotten soup and a cup of lukewarm tea that was cooling down as the minutes pass of you not drinking it. 

The headache raging a war inside your skull mixed with your fluctuating fever that is accompanied by body aches, a stuffed nose and a cough that leaves you breathless has made any of your items chosen to help aid you back to health hard to consume especially when you are unable to move without every joint in your body hurting. 

That is how Azriel and Cassian found you later that night on the couch after returning from work. Your mate was instantly in front of your sleeping form gently pressing his hands against your forehead and cheeks to feel for a fever. Cassian knew just from the look of you that you did in fact have a fever but it made him feel just the tiniest bit better being able to touch you and make sure for himself that you are ok. Slowly you peek your eyes open at him “I think i'm dying” is all you got out in a raspy voice before you had another coughing fit. Cassian was quick to pull you up into a sitting position and rub your back while you managed to get out through random coughs that you were sure you were going to cough up a lung. For being high fae you sure did have a weakened immune system so when you were coughing this morning Cassian should have known better than to believe you. If he had trusted his instinct Cassian would have stayed and helped curve whatever sickness you had adopted for the time being until you felt better. He watched as you sighed a breath of relief and took a slip of the long forgotten tea you had made yourself earlier that morning. “Baby you are not dying and you are definitely not going to cough up a lung.” Cassian once again watched as you took another sip before glaring at him “And how can you be so certain of that?” 

Listen Cassian loves you more than he loves anything else in this world, he would give up his life in order to keep you safe. He would not trade your relationship for anything but, when you get sick you get sassier than normal, more emotional than normal and overall become a big pain in his ass. With that said there will never be a day where he doesn’t take care of you, it's just sometimes you give him a hard time while doing so. And listen he may not get sick nearly as often as you do but he has basically been gutted and he didn’t have nearly as much attitude as you do when sick. 

“I can be so certain because you say that every time you get sick and yet you still have both lungs and you haven’t died yet.”  Cassian soothingly pushes your hair away from your face while you readjust your mountain of blankets and grumble under your breath causing Cassian to smile. 

He didn’t need his stronger than most hearing to know you just agreed with what he said. While Cassian was busy helping you fix your soon to be unnecessary amount of blankets, Azriel made some fresh soup and tea that was ready and waiting for your consumption. Cassian pulled the table closer to the couch you sat on before sitting down on it and grabbing the bowl of soup to hand feed you. “I don’t need to be fed like a child Cassian.” at the sound of his name and not a nickname your mate knew what kind of sick patient you would be until you recovered back to full health and it was not a fun one. “If I don’t feed you then you won’t eat anything for days on end and then you won’t get better and you will be sick for longer making you more irritated and thus the cycle will continue.” 

You could hear Azriels chuckle from the kitchen while you stared at your very dotting mate. “I’m not even hungry.” Your mate sighs while staring at you “I know sweetheart but you need to eat something.” Once again he is met with resistance “I will when I’m hungry, plus I don’t need to feed like I'm some child.”  Cassian sets the bowl down on the table next to him before grabbing your hands after trying to find them under what he assumes is every blanket in the house. “Baby I know you aren’t hungry but after being your mate for three hundred years I think I have a pretty good idea of how to take care of you when you are sick. So please let me take care of you.” Cassian could tell you were not budging so he brought out his last resort. Himself. “Y/n please. If the roles were reversed and I was the one who was sick you would do the exact same thing. You're my mate. I don't like seeing you like this and I just want to make you feel better. You're my whole world and if anything happened to you just because you wouldn’t let me help I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So please baby let me help you.” Finally Cassian could see your resolve slipping and reluctantly you agreed to let him take care of you. 

Without a second thought Cassian grabbed the bowl that was next to him and was blowing off the hot soup before feeding it to you. After he convinced you to eat all of the soup and drink some of the tea you had fallen back to sleep in his short journey to the kitchen and back. 

Azriel observed as his brother gently scooped up your sleeping body and quietly walked down the hallway to your shared bedroom with his brother. Finally when he heard the bedroom door close Azriel let out another laugh because you made sure to give Cassian a run for his money with how you acted when you were sick. But he knew Cassian would always stay right by your side even when you were such a joy while sick.

[lovewillthaw-j]

Moana 2 thoughts

I just watched Moana 2 and wanted to share my thoughts. It's all spoiler-y so I've put it after the break.

Apologies if my thoughts are disorganized!

1. Moana is really pretty! Has she gotten prettier? Her hair seems even nicer now! I kept looking at her all the time. Animation has gotten really good. But honestly I didn't love the new white gown as much the old one.

2. Overall the movie won't be one I remember as a great movie, but I think the strong points help to balance the weak points and there's enough surprises and emotional beats to keep the movie from being really bad. I would rate this movie as better than Wish (I really didn't like Wish)

3. Simea really reminds me of little Anna! She helped carry parts of the movie, both humorously but also in an emotionally moving way. The sisterly bonding was touching to see, as well as the parallel of Simea discovering the Water and puling Maui's ear!

4. If you think about it, 3 characters "died" and were resurrected. Maui's tattoo buddy was the first (it was quite heartwrenching to see the little guy go), then Maui got zapped by Nalo (honestly, from a bad guy/boss level perspective, why did it take so long for Nalo to zap Maui? Isn't it obvious that one should take out the demigod first?) and then Moana. Moana's death was quite moving, how Maui was crushed when he couldn't revive her.

5. I appreciated having more of the Tokelauan and Samoan language songs by Opetaia Foa'i. The tunes and the timing of the songs were well done and added an authentic layer to the soundscape.

6. I like the dream sequence when Moana was nearly zapped by lightning. It was really nicely done and I recognized Tautai Vasa as one of the dream/vision characters from the first movie.

7. I thought it was cute that the Kakamora were explained and they weren't villains as suggested by the trailer. I liked how that one badass Kakamora joined them.

8. The portrayal of marine life - a. The teeth that made up Maui's "chains" - I had recently visited a marine shell shop and seen some taxidermied puffer fish and shark's teeth. Not sure which one Maui was trapped in but it was cool to me. B. The blobfish was featured in Moana 2!

4. Plot isn't great. I think it's well known that moana 2 wasn't supposed to be a movie but a Disney + series. The movie storyline has problems. Simea just exists. Her parents are unchanged and play a peripheral role. The trio of crew members just exist. Loto just exists, no backstory. Moni just exists and he just magically knows all the legends from just looking at tapestries. The new big bad, Nalo, has no backstory. He's just angry against humans and makes storms. If you wait till the mid credit scene, Nalo is given a physical humanoid form which was very jarring to me as he was a cloud for most of his appearances. Compared to Te Ka from moana 1 who was humanoid throughout.

I actually know about this fish and it's not green... Nor poisonous... Lol. C. The Whale shark, I liked it that Tautai Vasa's spirit animal was a whale shark. That was cool, I like whale sharks.

What wasn't so great?

The "portal" thing that the main team used which rocketed them to Motufetu is so confusing. What is this portal? Where does it come from? How did Moana know the chant to open the doors to the portal?

The biggest disappointment was Matangi, the secondary antagonist. Firstly, there's no backstory. Is she 1000 years old??? Why can she fly and walk upside down? Why is she living in a CLAM, with bats? The bats are INSIDE the clam??? Huh? When I saw the trailer I assumed she was in a cave of some sorts. Why do bats live in a clam?? BTW, when the Kakamora were unable to go past the clam, I thought - Erm, u could just sail around the clam??

Next problem - it was confusing whether she was good or bad! She imprisoned Maui (how is that possible? How is Maui weaker than her?) so, that makes her bad, right? The next thing we know, she's with Moana alone and it seemed like Matangi was "seducing" Moana to the dark side. The song Matangi sang, convinced me that Matangi was tricking Moana and was about to trap her like how she trapped Maui. She kept saying "there's always another way" and "get lost" to Moana which made me think she was convincing Moana to "stray" from what Moana was supposed to do/meant to be etc. (like the song The Other Side in Greatest Showman) The music of the song sounded devious and thrilling. At the end, Moana agrees with Matangi and I thought, aha, now Moana's in trouble, Matangi's going to reveal her true colours, Moana's trapped now. I thought she was trapped in that pink sphere/bubble. So far so clear. BUT then, it turns out that Matangi is GOOD and she was HELPING moana??? I was soooo confused! It was all contradictory. Sorry if I missed something somewhere.

I might have missed something, but it seems it wasn't clearly explained why a human has to touch the island in order to break the curse. It suddenly became a thing and I don't remember getting a clear explanation about it.

Why couldn't water help again? I mean, plot device yeah... It was already in Moana 1, water can't help when the plot says so. Because honestly the water could have made the air bubble (like it did in the dead moana scene) and brought humans down to the island.

That's all for now, sorry for long post!

[howlingday]

AU idea jaune the street fighter.

Combining elements from street fighter 6 as jaune becomes a well known fighter on the streets. He's no hero or villain. He just doesn't want to be bored.

Jaune: "well now...let's see if you care do something about my boredom..."

You have... NO IDEA how much I've wanted to do something like this. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to finally bring this AU I've had in mind to life. I just wasn't sure how to start it off, so... I'll go for a three-fer on this one. Three short bits to start off this story I've had in my brain for what feels like YEARS. And once again, thank you, for giving me the chance to create... My Bare Knuckle Arc.

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"Again!" Jaune came charging across the yard, sprinting as hard as he could, before leaping and kicking the strike pad in his father's hands. As he landed, the pad came back in kind. "Don't slow down!"

Jaune, however, was caught off guard by the sudden rush and fell to on his back. Knowing better than to be stuck to the ground, he clapped his hands against the dirt and rolled to his feet. The pad came swinging at him too fast for him to dodge, so he held his fist up to guard his face.

But it wasn't good enough and his fist crashed into his face, bringing a stinging pain to his eye and nose. Another pad came for the other side of his head, so he brought his fist up proper this time. Learning his lesson, the impact was much less than stunning than the one before.

"Block!"

The pads retreated and a leg curled in front of him. Jaune swung his arm down to block, but it was easily batted away before his chest was struck by the heel of his father's foot. He stumbled back, grunting through the pain, bringing his hands up to block any more blows.

"Jaune!"

In a blink, the match was over, and not just because Mom called his name. No, his father's massive foot close enough to his face that he could smell it, and it was only by the grace of his mother that it didn't bash his face in today. When the foot came down, he looked to her on the porch.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"It's from Beacon!"

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Jaune still couldn't believe it. He was here in Vale, waiting for the bullhead to Beacon Academy, one of the four huntsmen academies, all of which were deemed the most prestigious schools in the four kingdoms, and he was so... so...

"Aaaaaah~!" He yawned.

Because he was so bored! I mean, he was excited, too, but there wasn't anything to do in between waiting for the bullhead and actually getting on the bullhead. The gym was closed, so he couldn't work out, and the comic book shop was closed, so he couldn't read anything other than his mom's "Special Little Guy" book in case he got homesick. Not in public, anyways.

Suddenly, he heard a crash coming from inside a dark building. Judging by the pulsing lights, the thrumming music, and the open door, it looked like a night club. Nobody was standing at the door, and his curiosity got the better of him. He peered inside and he couldn't believe what he saw.

There was a fight going on! A real-life bar brawl, just like in his dad's stories! Setting his bag down, he got closer to the scene.

Okay, what was it he was supposed to do? He wanted to get in on the action, but he'd only really done one on one at home. The girl in the center of the dance floor was taking on two other girls at once! Should he wait his turn, or should he help her out?

Well, time to try out the old tried and true.

"Hey, uh, you need any hel-"

Jaune's vision blurred as he was sent into the guard rails. He felt his body slump with an arm hanging over the metal bar. Heck of a sucker punch on the blonde girl, and those two other girls weren't anywhere to be found either. Guess he was supposed to wait for his turn, right? Well now it was his turn.

"What, you still want some?" She asked, snarling with red eyes. She must have hit him really hard because he was still tearing up. Why else was her hair glowing? "I've got enough in me to put you down, too!"

Jaune didn't say anything this time. He learned a long time ago that running your mouth was an invite to running the other person's hands. He put his fists up and approached in a boxer's stance. She put her fists, letting one loose to flip the "C'mere!" at him. He wasn't falling for it. Not this time

She tossed a jab at him, testing the waters. She tapped his knuckles. He flared his nostrils. Tap. Tap. Tap.

She swung with a hook, Jaune moved in and drove an uppercut into her ribs. She backed up a bit, grunting, before she came back with a yell and another hook. Jaune kept his guard up and stepped in again, this time driving a cross into her face. She stumbled a bit, blinking at the face-shot. He was doing pretty good. Not bad for his first-

Was she getting brighter?

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Jaune was in hell. He died at that bar fight last night, and he was now in hell. How else would you explain his aching body, his stomach turning, and the mocking chatter around him? The only comfort he had was his bag/pillow under his head. That, and his memory of last night's fight.

Though that last bit was only made all the more awkward by the fact that same girl was standing across from him. His saving grace was her standing with a bunch of people standing between them. Well, that and the smaller girl in her arms. He heard the fighter calling the smaller girl "Sis" which made him a little happy that she had family on the bullhead with her. Kinda made him homesick.

He didn't pull out the book, though. Too many witnesses.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon." He looked up to see a woman speaking on the screen. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch." Suddenly, there was turbulence and whatever was said next didn't matter to Jaune. He needed a bathroom or a trashcan NOW! He bolted for the front of the bullhead, beating on the bathroom door.

No good, AND he was getting worse! He bolted for the back, the woman on the screen now gone and leaving only the beautiful view of the waters below. He didn't have time to admire the view because he was about to ruin everyone's day all over the floor of the bullhead.

How were both bullhead bathrooms occupied right now?! The statistics will show that Jaune didn't have to consider the odds. He was gonna hurl in three... two...

The bullhead door opened and Jaune bowled over everyone in his way as he rushed out. The nearest trashcan by the door, thank god, was his target. He spilled his guts into the can, making people groan and retch as they passed. So much for good first day.

Wiping his chin, he walked back into the bullhead, hell itself, and grabbed his bag. Thankfully, nobody took it while he left to... relieve himself. Which was good. Stepping out to Beacon, empty belly and sure of himself, he took in the sight of what must have been straight from a fairy tale! Tall, towering, er, towers... towered over- There were towers, okay?

Oh, and students were already walking around with weapons, too! Guess they started handing them out now. Okay, he just had to find out where the armory or the forge or whatever was making their weapons was and he could get started on building his weapons!

Oh wow, they really got some pretty neat weapons, huh? I mean, that kid has a collapsible staff, and she has a fire sword, too! Then he saw one girl whip out her scythe in the middle of the street! And nobody is batting an eye! Okay, time to ask somebody.

"Uh, excuse me?"

"Uh, yeah?" A bald guy replied, a bow strapped to his back.

"Where did you get your weapon?"

"I, uh, built it myself back at Sanctum." He replied. He then looked Jaune up and down and around, then pointing at Jaune's bag. "Is your weapon in your bag?"

"Huh?" He looked down. "Uh, no, that's just my bag. Wait, hang on, where do I get my weapon?"

"You should have had it since you got here." He then checks his watch. "Oh, shish-kabob! I gotta go, but, uh, I'd ask a professor whenever you can!"

He then ran off, leaving Jaune alone. In the street. With his bag. And nothing else. It was at this moment that Jaune knew... he done goofed.

"Fu-"

[sunbaby01]

Firecracker

JJ Maybank x reader

Inspired by the prompt ‘you have no idea how much I want you right now’

So much for JJ’s ‘deny, deny, deny’ way of thinking, all she’d had to do was bat her eyelashes and kiss that one spot on his neck a few times to make him blab all about what Pope had done to Rafe’s boat. Trying to be reasonable, she’d told him revenge and violence weren’t the answer…until she saw Popes face as they went to watch the OBX movie series. She’d felt the anger fill her body and winced at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote ‘tell your boy we know what he did’” Kiara dropped into her seat staring down the two boys and Noa, all of them avoiding her gaze, the former two jumping into their own scattered conversation.

“Noa…” Kiara tried.

“Guys maybe we should just tell her-“ Noa tried to involve herself.

“You told her?” Pope rolled his eyes, “so much for deny, deny, deny. You’re soft as fuck for her” he glanced at Noa who adorned a guilty smile and back at JJ who shrugged as if to say ‘so what’

“What if Rafe talking about?” Kaira gritted her teeth, tired of being left in the dark.

“Kie…it might go down tonight” JJ started.

“J!” Noa facepalmed.

“Might go down tonight? What did y’all do?” Kie pinched the bridge of her nose mumbling “fucking idiots” when she got no response.

Noa often trusted her gut, after all it brought her to the friends she now called family and brought her JJ, the love of her life. Which is why when she started to feel off she spoke up.

“J I don’t feel too good, I feel like somethings gonna happen” she whispered in his ear, him basking in the way her breath tickled his neck.

“M’sure it’s nothing baby, it’s probably all the sugar” he nodded to the empty sweet packets lay at her feet and turned his head to press a kiss against her temple. It’s probably the sugar, she tried to tell herself he was right and focus on the movie.

“JJ” Pope whispered over the gunshots in the movie, JJ just nodded his head in response eyes on the screen.

“Gotta take a piss” Pope wanted to groan at how stupid he sounded wanting his friend to come with him.

“Hold it” JJ absentmindedly responded.

“I can’t hold it…I drank too much soda” any other time Pope would’ve laughed at the situation but when Kiara came back with those Pepsis and he drank one after the other, going to the bathroom was not on his mind.

“Just go with him, J” Noa said the other side of him, turning round smiling apologetically at those who could hear their talking whilst looking for Rafe and his goons, “they’re blocking the bathroom just go behind the tree there”

JJ and Pope looked at one another before nodding weakly. “Where y’all going?” Kie asked confused when both boys stood, “bathroom…gotta ring it out” JJ replied as if it was obvious.

“Are they gonna hold it for each other?” Kie looked at Noa with a sarcastic glint in her eye causing the girl to let out a quiet laugh both at the words spoken and the way the boys ducked down to try avoid getting in people’s way.

Sitting there without JJ by her side the feeling got worse, especially when they were taking too long for her liking to come back.

“Hey,” she leant over their chairs to talk to Kie, “I’ve got cramp…just gonna stretch my legs” she stood and did the awkward crouch too heading in the direction of the tree before Kiara even got to respond.

Although she felt a little weird when she realised they were indeed still pissing, she bit back a laugh hearing Popes groan of pleasure “this feels better than a blowjob”

JJ snorted, “like you know how that feels”

“Okay, this feel better than what I imagine a blowjob to feel like.“ Pope paused for a moment, “does it?”

JJ let out a quiet whistle, “nah man, nothing compares to that feeling. Well almost nothing…Noa does this thing with her tongue-“ he lowered his voice and she heard both boys jump when she made her presence known after hearing their flies zip

“What thing, honey” she spoke, giggling at the speed both of them turned around and the way JJ’s cheeks gained a pink tinge at being caught.

“Nothing” he smiled innocently watching his girl look back around the tree to check on Kie whispering a quick “tell you later” to Pope who nodded eagerly.

“Uh…guys” Noa cleared her throat as Rafe headed towards them.

“What’s up Pogues…pretty girl” he acknowledged them all watching in amusement as the shorter girl took two steps back as to not crane her neck.

“What’s up Rafe” she took control. ‘Always the pacifist’ Pope and JJ thought unaware to the rage that was filling her body once again.

JJ pulled her back as the three of them headed behind the movie screen.

“I just wanna talk” Rafe claimed.

“Bullshit” Noa huffed almost to herself, falsely clearing her throat when Rafe looked at her unamused.

“That was some nice work you did on my boat” Topper walked forward slightly.

“I don’t know what you mean” deny, deny, deny

“Not so burly without a gun, now are you” Rafe baited JJ over Noa’s shoudler, JJ pushing her behind him “take one more step I’ll blow your prepubescent face off” he squared up.

Too focused on trying to calm JJ down she didn’t even notice Pope had bit the bait until he head butted Topper square in his face instantly regretting it holding his own nose. JJ let out a “that’s my boy” and slipped out of Noa’s grasp punching Kelce in the face over and over until Rafe jumped on him too. She stood there pleading for them to stop ignoring her own rage building again until Kelce held JJ while Rafe delivered punch after punch to his body.

This was the moment that Noa realised, sometimes violence is the answer.

Giving into the rage she stepped forward feeling adrenaline pump through her veins, she grabbed Rafe’s shoulder with all her strength turning him around and punched him straight in his nose relishing in the cracking noise it made as she did. Everyone paused for just a second mouths gaping open as the girl breathed before Kiara jumped on Toppers back and JJ began fighting back harder. Rafe stood up angrier than before pulling Kie off Topper’s back with a warning to stay out of it before heading straight to Noa and shoving her off from where she was trying to hurt Kelce, enough to get him off JJ and shoving her down “stupid bitch” he spat, nose dripping with blood.

“Don’t you fucking touch her” JJ struggled watching Rafe stand over the girl he loved. Noa saw her opportunity and she took it kicking her leg up and hitting Rafe between his legs making him hunch over just as fire lit up the movie screen causing all of them to separate at the attention that would soon be on them if they didn’t move quick.

“Let’s get out of here” Rafe wiped his bloody nose still not stood fully straight, Kelce released a gasping JJ whilst Pope also tried to catch his breath, “I’d watch your back” he pointed his stare at Noa hating the way the fierce look in her eyes didn’t disappear at his threat.

“Look at you and then look at me. I think you should be the one watching yours” she bit back smirking when Topper and Kelce had to pull him away leaving the four Pogues alone each helping the other stand up.

JJ headed straight to Noa whilst Kie and Pope looked each other over. He quickly checked Noa for injuries he may have missed feeling satisfied when the only blood on her was her split knuckles.

“So much for violence isn’t the answer, my little peacemakers a firecracker” he managed to grin through his split lip with wicked glint in his eye.

“Okay maybe I was wrong…sometimes it’s the answer. What? Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t gonna stand there and watch them do that to you” she felt the adrenaline wear off as the pain in her hand kicked in.

“I’m not looking at you like anything” he reached up and brushed his thumb on her jaw and slightly onto her neck.

“JJ” she gave him the look.

“Okay okay…I know now’s probably not the right time but you have no idea how much I want you right now” he looked straight in the eye fighting another painful grin.

“Seriously J?!” She breathed a laugh.

“What? You expect to see my sweet girl breaking Rafe Cameron’s nose for me and to not get turned on? C’mon firecracker you hold my hand sometimes and that’s enough”

“JJ…” she groaned and put her forehead on his chest quickly moving it when he let out a wince.

“C’mon Romeo, let’s get you fixed up” she reached and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips avoiding the cut toes tingling when his grip on her tightened slightly.

“Oooo playing nurse…kinky”

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

So I'm bored again and I've come to take it out on you per usual.

Now, since my last ask touched upon darker(ish) ideas, today I figure I'll give you some lighter soulmate prompts this time around, the ideas all my own but any individual soulmate au is just one I plucked off of the internet. I may or may not end up writing them who knows:

When your soulmate is hurt, you grow flowers wherever on your body it happened. Her whole life, foreign flowers have sprouted from Neytiri's flesh and she doesn't know why. His whole life, foreign flowers have sprouted from Jake's flesh and he doesn't know why. (Just a cute flower fic. Obsessed with the idea of these two trying to explain their respective planets' flowers to one another.)

Ao'nung and Rotxo have known they were soulmates since before they even had any actual clue as to what a soulmate was. They have been promised to each other for over a decade. They have a plan, a life they're going to build together. Neteyam was never part of that plan. A third soulmate was never part of that plan. (Just like the idea of Rotxo literally doing the gods' work. Ao'nung: why is Neteyam here? Rotxo: Oh, I just thought it'd be fun to bring him along. Ao'nung: to our make-out spot? Neteyam: . . . I can go. Ao'nung: yes. Rotxo: no. Neteyam:  👀)

Neteyam and Tsireya are not soulmates. Not by a long shot. Their soulmate might as well be duty, and if that means becoming mates for the sake of an alliance between the sea and forest people after centuries of conflict then so be it. They'll find a way to come together. (I love stories of people fighting against the path chosen for them, don't get me wrong, but every now and then a sprinkle of the opposite fascinates me and I think these two would be perfect for the concept.)

Jake was born with the sentence "you should go away" on his shoulder and the sentence "don't thank. You do not thank for this" on his upper arm. Tsu'tey was born with the sentence "nah, you'd miss me too much" stretched across his abdomen. Neytiri has the sentence "hey wait, don't" on her lower arm. It isn't until the two go to the Augustine school that they even learn what it means. (Love the potential this has.)

From the moment they meet it's as if they can read each other's minds. It takes months for Jake and Norm to pick up on the fact that Kiri and Spider can actually read one another's minds. (They basically know each other better than anyone else, might as well crank that shit up to 11.)

A one-shot where Kiri and Tsireya are literally the lighthouse of soulmate relationships and all of their friends come to them to receive advice about their own soulmates. (Really random pairing but tbh I can dig the energy these two would bring to the table if dating.)

Spider has known that Neteyam is his soulmate since he was 7. Neteyam has known that Spider is his soulmate since he was six. Neither of them have told the other yet. (Bonus points if Tuk is literally the only one who knows and keeps on trying to play cupid.)

And I'm out for now folks.

Also, random thought but I just realized how much literally everyone in atwow needs a Rotxo in their life like seriously you could pair this guy with anyone from the group and I wouldn't bat an eye. Kiri? I get it. Ao'nung? I get it. Spider? I get it. Neteyam? I get it. Lo'ak? I get it.

Good god, yes, we nEED some happy aus and you know I love love soulmate aus. I'll be waiting for you to write them, we're all waiting for your other stories Boredom Anon.

-Gotta say, I've never vibed with those flower wound aus because I have a hard time conceptualizing it. However, I adore the idea of Jake and Neytiri both explaining differences in their worlds to each other, but focusing on one type of thing. That's why I lOVE a daemon au for them, because the daemons would be animals that the other isn't used to and that's interesting.

-KSKKSKS THE IDEA OF AO'NUNG BEING TRICKED INTO THIS BY ROTXO. That's a pairing I have yet to see, I'll be honest!

-Honestly, as someone that doesn't care for Neteyam and Tsireya, I do love the idea of non-soulmates bonding. I've been thinking about it since the Spider ghost fic I mentioned yesterday. How many people's soulmates are dead and are ghosts? If it's a lot, they have to end up in some relationships. There's something so sad and beautiful about meeting someone who's soulmate is also dead, and building a life together that might not have been predestined and is also a little haunted, but still is nice all the same. Sorry, I'm still stuck on the ghost shit.

-lOVE Neytiri/Tsu'tey/Jake having first sentence soulmarks, I love the confusion of the Na'vi being confronted with English they don't understand on their children. I love it so much.

-Kiri and Spider reading each others minds is basically canon already, but it just would mean Spider can't hide all of his darkest feelings from Kiri. None of that loneliness or desperation for family can slip through the cracks; I think it would result in a Sully child revolution at a way younger age lol. If Spider being Kiri's soulmate didn't already change things.

-I have totally seen Tsireya and Kiri shit, they are super fun. I also loooove a couple that is flawless and in everyone else's business all the time.

-I think nocorro might have taken over locorro for me, but I cAN'T say this yet it's too much to do to my boys. This concept, man, it's got so much comedy and tragedy potential. It depends on what the soulmate au is, you know? Is it soulmarks, is it shared dreams or shared pain; what is is changes the outcome. I won't go into more detail cause I have something I'm cooking up that's a little similar to this, but I won't forget it, we'll come back to it.

As always, thank you for our soulmate au food boredom anon. I am lOVING them.

[lonesome-witching]

Strong Grasp of Social Cues

I'd like to thank the anonymous person that send this prompt. Gonna be honest I slightly struggled with this one so I really hope you like it. If you don't feel free to let me know and either just complain about it or give me a second chance. I understand either way. The prompt was Robin being oblivious to Nancy flirting with her.

As always you can send me any and all ronance prompts here.

I don’t have a filter or a strong grasp of social cues. 

That’s what Robin had said. It had been an explanation, or maybe an excuse, at the time. She had been trying to ease the tension. When she had said it Nancy had been annoyed. And scared. And she had barely known Robin. 

Now she thought back to that moment with a new clarity. Because that must be why Robin hadn’t responded as Nancy had so hoped these past two months. The only other option was that Nancy had been reading it all wrong, that Robin just really wasn’t into her, and that couldn’t be possible. At least Nancy was hoping it wasn’t possible.She wasn’t sure what she’d do if it was possible. So, she chose not to think that way.  

The bell above the Family Video entrance rang through the store. The empty store. Entirely empty. Nancy frowned at the front desk where Robin was supposed to be. She knew Robin always worked on thursdays. Even if she didn't, there ought to be someone present to help with picking out movies and to make sure no one was stealing anything.  

She tapped her fingers against the surface, waiting, thinking, contemplating what her next move should be. When Robin would eventually come out Nancy had to be prepared. 

“Just a second.” A voice sounded from the back of the store. Not just a voice. Robin’s raspy voice. It didn’t take long for the girl to rush into view. “Nance? Hi.” 

“Hey.” Nancy responded, slightly thrown off by Robin’s bright smile. There was no way that Robin wasn’t into her. She had to be into her. Please let Robin be into her.

“Renting or returning?” Robin asked, having positioned herself at the other side of the counter. Too far away.

“Neither. I just wanted to see you.” She slipped into that sultry tone she had perfected before the world collapsed. 

“Honestly, I’m a little relieved. Steve has the day off and I’ve gotten no more than 2 customers today. 2, Nance. It’s not like I particularly enjoy amusing the whims and demands of the people in Hawkins but it definitely beats sitting around and doing nothing for 4 hours. 4 hours, Nance.” It was easy to get lost in Robin’s rambles and usually Nancy would allow herself to. But not today. Today she had a mission. 

“I hope I can make your day better.” She batted her eyelashes and felt ridiculous. But it had always worked on Jonathan. 

“You always do.” Wait, was she flirting? Was it finally working? “I love having my friends around.” Okay, maybe not. 

“You know what I was thinking?” Nancy continued, not giving up. 

“It would be very weird if I did.” 

“I was thinking, we should go out tonight.” That was quite direct. For the first time she saw confusion wash over Robin. Just for a moment before her smile returned and she nodded. 

“Sounds fun. What were you thinking? Movie? Milkshakes? I’ll ask Steve if he wants to join.” 

“I don’t want Steve there.” Nancy said quickly, slightly panicking. 

“Why not?” Robin frowned. 

“You know what, forget it. I guess I was wrong after all.” 

“Wrong? Wrong about what?” Robin was shaking her head as if she was trying to convey that Nancy could never be wrong about anything. 

“About you wanting to go out with me.” 

“I’d love to go out with you. I just said that.” 

“You want to go out with Steve.” 

“Why is it such a problem if he joins? I thought you guys were friends now.” 

“We are friends, it’s just that…” Nancy pinched the bridge of her nose. “It would kind of be uncomfortable to flirt with my ex’s best friend while my ex is sitting next to me.” 

“Flirting?” Robin whispered to herself. “Wait, are you-?” 

“Flirting with you? Have been for 2 months.” Nancy admitted. 

“So when you asked me to go out you meant…” 

“As a date.” 

“And when you said I looked good in a tie you weren’t just being friendly?” 

Nancy frowned, searching through her memory. “Oh my God, Robin. I didn’t say you looked good in a tie. I said you looked sexy in a tie. You thought that was a friendly compliment?” 

“Kind of. Best friends compliment each other.” Robin defended herself.

“How often has Steve called you sexy?” 

Robin shuddered before shaking her head. “Okay I see it now. Sexy is not exactly friendly. In my defense I don’t have a strong grasp of social cues.” 

Nancy beamed at the girl in front of her. “I remember. So, is that a yes?” 

“A yes?” 

“For tonight? Movie and milkshakes and hopefully a kiss goodnight if everything goes well.” Nancy leaned over the counter. 

“Oh!” Robin’s eyes widened as a soft blush covered her cheeks. “Yes! Yes. Definitely yes.”

[damagedintellect]

Kenny McCormick x reader

💌 As Long As I can Remember: Chapter 7  💌  

Summary:  You moved to south park in the 4th grade. You weren't expecting what came next. After seven years of friendship you were about to make a move but what happens when Cartman's OTP gets in the way of what you desire most.

Notes:  Overall Kenny x reader but also some Craig x reader, I wrote this over a decade ago but I'm feeling nostolgic, this was written for a friend a long time ago

💌 Word count: 1,871 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 8 =>

That was the last thing that you remember from those days, you smiled, those were good times. Now you were all in high school and it was lame. As you continued to remember things about the past you faintly hear someone calling for you but you brush it off and relaxed further into your chair giggling to yourself. 

"Guys I think we lost her." Stan said while Kyle waved his hands in front of your eyes. Kenny poked your cheek and loosened his hood to pressed his lips against your ear. "Hey, if you don't want me to have my way with you right now, you better say something or forever hold your peace."

You start laughing again and push him away "Please, dinner and a movie first." You joked, over the years the two of you had been known for joke flirting with each other. It was pretty clear that two of you were really close. Although most people didn't know that you were partially serious about it half the time. You would never admit that to anyone, except maybe Kyle but that's only because he confronted you about it. He swore he would never say anything to anyone so he can live, for now. "What were you guys saying?"

"Oh we were just saying that you've been zoning out since this morning." Kyle clarified and everyone nodded. 

"I was just thinking back to the first time we played the stick of truth together." 

They all sighed for a moment reliving the game for a second before realizing. "Oh geez that was like seven years ago!" 

You tilted your head to the side "Yeah and why did we stop playing again?" Everyone took some time to think and they all looked at Cartman "The humans had the stick so it couldn't have been my fault. We entered high school and just forgot about it?" 

You grinned "You guys you want to start the game again? Please! For old times sake!" 

Kenny threw his arms up and leaned in to your side and both of you struck a pose "Fuck yeah! I'm game! Come on guys, I mean unless you're scare to loose." Kenny got some strange looks and then you realized that he was princess Kenny, but you wouldn't mind seeing him in a dress again. Cartman cleared his throat "I don't see why not but to even the odds since you guys got the (Y/N) I think it's only fair that the humans get the new kid." no one batted an eye at the comment because everyone was excited. Cartman had a big devious smile on his face. It was bigger than the ones you and Kenny had.

"So when are going to set this up?" Everyone exchanged glances one more before all eyes were on Kyle "Saturday morning."

[From here the story follows the actual game until Sir Douche Bag enters the Inn of the giggling Donkey.] 

Your group was told to be a distraction as the bard got away with the stick. What a better way to get everyone's attention than to rape the princess. Your group of bodyguards thought it would be funny for the Prince of the elves and the Princess of the humans to have a secret not so secret love affair and the closest thing that would count is fake rape, apparently. Personally you thought it would be ironic especially since Kenny usually is the one to make all the moves in the relationship, just like back in 6th grade when he started his dating and fuckboy antics. You should have been jealous but it didn't really hurt because you knew he wasn't serious about them. Although at the same time it pained you because you would constantly see them them making out in the hallway but that was aside the point. 

Slamming the door you pushed all the furniture in the room to make sure it wouldn't be easy to escape. You guys took this game way too seriously you thought as you grinned. Turning your attention back on the bed you see a poorly tied up princess Kenny who sported a very confused look "No one's going to save you now, Princess Kenny.~" You licked your lips slowly and stood on the bed towing over the princess "What are you going to do to me?" He said dropping his princess voice that showed he was interested in where this was going. You started jumping on the bed with the stupidest face that you could possibly muster and screamed

"I'M RAPING THE PRINCESS!

The fighting outside the door paused for a few beats and Kenny blankly stared at you before breaking out into laughter using his hands to loosen his hood so he could breathe. You started laughing too until you realized, he wasn't tied anymore. He managed to untie his restraints. You messed up.

Downstairs the humans fought off the elves the best they could when they heard a very familiar voice scream "I'M RAPING THE PRINCESS" Cartman's eyes widened "Princess Kenny!" He could only imagine the terrible things happening to the princess.

Fear, shock, arousal, all of these things crossed your mind as the tables turned, it all happened so fast. Princess Kenny had you pinned to the bed with one hand holding your writs above your head and the other by your abdomen. His smirk dripped with lust while his eyes had that perverted look in them. He lowered his head, his lips grazing your elf ear "Lucky for me you don't know how to rape a princess." His voice was hot and heavy which drove you crazy. "I should fix that." Kenny's free hand caressed your cheek lifting your face up for your lips to meet, his other hand trailed down your side and slipped underneath your shirt. You gasped at the sudden action trying to break your wrist free but instead you just gave Kenny the opening to stick his tongue in your mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You continued to struggle under Kenny's grip wanting to tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer. Honestly you had been wanting this for so long you were torn between kissing back and upholding the role play, seeing as how you were supposed to be the one raping the princess. Although when Kenny slipped you the tongue you were gone, you got too into it.

Kenny pulled away and started to laugh leaving you panting trying to speak in between breaths "Y-you,...really t-take...this game....seriously." He gave you a soft grin, patting your head as Sir Douche bag broke in and wrecked house. You were left on the bed, bleeding out from being "stabbed" in the lower abdomen, as Kenny stood over your body accessing his work "It's such a shame you're an elf. In another life we would have been lovers." he turned to jump out the window with Sir Douche bag "You could have been a great king." Was the last thing he said.

 You just laid on the bed and covered your face as Stan and Kyle rushed in toward the bed "Prince (Y/N)! What happened! Who did this!" With your right arm still in front of your face you gestured to the window with your left arm. Kyle nodded to Stan who then jumped out the window in an attempt to follow them. Kyle sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, just by looking at your face he could only imagine what happened.

"You did it didn't you." 

You only smiled with tears in your eyes to Kyle's dismay "(Y/N), you're only hurting yourself. You know that right? You should just tell him already-" You sat up to face Kyle "I can't Kyle, you know it's not that simple." 

Kyle stands up to hug you, why do you have to be so stubborn? He only hoped that Stan was having more luck than he was. He passed you a revival taco and led you out of the, out of what remained of the giggling donkey, and back to the elven kingdom "I’m saying this as your father. Prince (Y/N), maybe you shouldn't take this game so seriously."

Meanwhile Stan made his way to Kenny's house knowing the blond would most likely would not return to Kuppa Keep just yet. He was confirmed of his theory when he saw a little ball of princess costume laying in the snow.

"You did it didn't you, yo-" Kenny stood and put a hand on Stan's shoulder and cut him off " I just-I know but, she deserves better than me." Stan brushes off his hand abruptly "That's it? You're just going to give up without even trying?" Kenny didn't know what to do "I forced her to kiss me Stan! I lost my self control for a second and if douchbag didn't snap me out of it, who knows what I would hav-"

"Kenny you can't just live in the fear that you will become your father. You are nothing like him, and (Y/N) is not like your mother at all an-"

"I know-" 

"Obviously not if you're avoiding a relationship because the only one that's influenced you is your parents and you don't want to end up like them." 

Kenny groaned "Stan, it's not that simple."

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In the end the bard was able to escape with the stick back to the base, which meant word of this should be making its way around signaling the human army to try and take it back. Once again you, Prince (Y/N) and Princess Kenny were faced to face in the heat of battle when suddenly a stray arrow found its way straight through the princesses head. The battle around you continued in slow motion until you dropped your weapon and rushed over to Kenny.

"YOU KILLED KENNY, YOU BASTARDS!" Tears fell from hazzy eyes as everything blurred and faded to black.

You woke up in cold sweat and started to cry. You don't quite remember when or how you got home but you vaguely remember Kenny dying again. You're not sure when it started happening. Sometime around seven years ago you guess, but now it's more vivid and almost everyday. It's about 1 in the morning at the point when you reach for your phone.

You: Hey....um are you up

Kenny: Yeah, now I am what did you need

You: Oh umm I forgot just nevermind

Kenny: Okay  Goodnight

You're glad he's okay but you should have known that. For the longest time you've always had this feeling or these series of dreams? No, these weren't dreams, they were too real to be dreams and they always created holes in your memories. It started a few months ago but they just seemed so real you had to make sure that he was okay, so you started texting him no matter what time it was. He didn't complain and he didn't ask questions which was good, you don't think you could explain it. So you didn't talk to anyone about it. Your eyes couldn’t stay open for much longer, you guess you should just sleep now.

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Who should play Black Beetle in a Blue Beetle Sequel?

In anticipation of my most anticipated movie of the year, I have been watching/reading as much Blue Beetle content as I can directly blast into my eyeballs.

My personal favorite of the bunch is the second season of Young Justice. While he starts off as a secondary character, Blue Beetle quickly becomes to protagonist of the season, and even gets his own rival in the form of alien villain Black Beetle.

Black Beetle is one of my favorite villains in the show. He simultaneously represents how powerful Jaime could be and how dangerous he could be if he goes rogue.

I do think if we get more Blue Beetle content in the future, Black Beetle will be a main physical antagonist in the same way Conrad Carapax is in this next film.

I thought it would be fun to give my fancast for the character.

To be clear, I am not casting Black Beetle of the comics, who is a time traveling swinder, I am casting Black Beetle of Young Justice, who is a reach enforcer.

So apologies Black Beetle comic stans.

Essential Characteristics?

Black Beetle is a force. Being able to take on whole teams, including Kryptonians, Atlanteans, Amazonians and Martians. He is smart on the battlefield and understands how to use his scarab better than anyone.

We need someone who feels cocky and dangerous. He cherishes the thought of a battle but often doesn't find a real one.

Black Beetle is also devoted to the conquering of other planets for the Reach. We want someone who can seem loyal to his people, even if what he is doing is insane and hurting others. Think Zod in Man of Steel.

Other Stipulations?

Our Blue Beetle Xolo is about 6 ft tall. We want an actor larger than him.

While a tank like Dave Batista is ideal, I think we can settle for big instead of massive.

Our Black Beetle should feel older and wiser than Jaime, but in their prime as a warrior. Maybe mid 30s to mid 40s.

Black Beetle is voiced by a person of color, and while normally I don't think it matters for aliens, for this I would like to keep it.

Blue Beetle is a mainly hispanic cast, and I think keeping the cast mostly people of color is pretty special.

As always, I don't like casting people known for other big superhero roles. So my boy Batista is out.

3. Jay Ellis

Known for his roles in Insecure and Top Gun Maverick, it's amazing to me Jay Ellis has not had a major role in a superhero movie.

In Insecure as Lawrence, he showed emotional and comedic range, going toe to toe with big names like Issa Rae.

Ellis is also insanely built. He has the physicality needed I think to play such a role. Just look up Top Gun Maverick honestly.

While I think he can physically embody the role well and play an antagonistic villain, but with this much charisma, it may come off too heroic. I wonder if he is better suited for a Lantern down the line.

2. Regé Jean-Page

I was very torn between my second and first choice. Originally, this was my guy.

Regé Jean Page is a fantastic actor.

Known for roles in Bridgerton and Dungeons and Dragons, Page is known for playing Brawlers with a bit of a dark side. While these tend to be heroic, I think as a villain those skills can be well utilized.

While he is not the force Black Beetle usually is, Page could play a Black Beetle so knowledgable, it's terrifying still to come up against him.

Much like Ellis, I worry Page may be better suited for a heroic or antiheroic role. He was on the short list for Seg-El in the show Krypton, which tells me he gives more Superman than General Zod.

1. O'Shea Jackson Jr.

I've been following Jackson's career ever since he played his father, and I gotta say, the guy's incredible.

Known for roles in Cocaine Bear, Straight Outta Compton, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Ingrid Goes West, the man has charisma and acting chops to spare.

What I love him for particularly in this role is his intimidating nature in Straight Outta Compton. He is swinging bats, fighting with his fellow rappers, and even using his words to put down terrible reporters disrespecting him.

To me that's Black Beetle, the baddest guy in the room and he knows it.

Jackson also has a swagger about him that doesn't come off as, let's just say douchey, compared to the others on this list. While the other two would be great for love interests or heroes, Jackson has that right energy for the strongest guy in the room.

While he is 5'11, I think Jackson has enough pure acting chops to play an incredible villain. One that could really put the fear in Jaime Reyes.

I'd be extremely happy to see him don the suit, and have an incredible beetle vs beetle battle.

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It’s Alright

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Oh hey, I had a night I had a day I did one million stupid things I said one billion foolish things

Eddie knows he's messed up with Shannon. He ran off to the army and left her alone with their son. He wasn't there when she needed him. And when he came back, PTSD and trauma destroying his life, he lashed out at her when she was trying to help. She was fighting a battle against invisible demons. He doesn't blame her for leaving. He blames himself. He should have been better. Should have done things differently.

He moves to LA. It's a fresh start for him and Chris. He starts at the 118. He meets Buck. At first, he's convinced the guy is massive jerk. But he finds out that Buck is one of the kindest people he's ever met. He has a heart of gold. He fits seamlessly into his life, like he was always meant to be there. Suddenly Eddie isn't alone anymore. He has someone who has his back. It's a good feeling.

I'm not okay, I got a baseball bat beside my bed To fight off what's inside my head To fight off what's behind my meds I'm lonely; lost in pain

The PTSD doesn't get better. It comes and goes, but it never really gets better. And one night, everything gets to be too much, and he cracks. He takes a baseball bat to the room. Years of pent up hurt and fear pour out. He punches until his fists bleed. He relishes in the pain. The blood runs down his palms. He watches it flow. Memories won't stop. They overwhelm him, the worst moments of his life replaying on loop. He's broken. God, he's so fucking broken.

He doesn't know what to do anymore. This pain feels like it's never going to go away. A part of him fears that he'll never be normal again. They physical scars from war have healed. The inner ones haven't. He's not sure how to fix them. He doesn't know if they can be fixed. He channels everything through the bat in his hands. It doesn't help the healing, but it helps release some of the chaos under his skin.

It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not a monster, just a human And you made a few mistakes

Buck bursts in. Eddie expects to feel shame, embarrassment that Buck is seeing him like this. Instead he feels relief. Buck is safe. He lets everything spill out. He lets himself break, and Buck helps put him back together. Buck doesn't fear his jagged edges. He doesn't care if Eddie is shattered into pieces. He helps Eddie up. Cleans the blood from his hands. Puts Chris to bed. Sits with Eddie as he falls asleep. 

Buck helps him fix everything. They plaster up the wall, paint over the cracks. They talk. Eddie tells Buck everything, things he had never even told Shannon. Buck listens. He doesn't judge or pity. He holds Eddie together when he's about to disappear. This is a trust unlike anything Eddie has ever known. Buck came into their lives, and suddenly, things felt like they could be okay again. 

It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not gruesome, just human And you made a few mistakes It's alright, oh, it's okay, oh

Eddie starts seeing a therapist. It's scary. But he works hard, and he gets through it. He feels himself getting better. Buck is there the whole way. He holds him after hard sessions. He watches Chris so that Eddie can make a meeting. He checks in to make sure that Eddie is doing okay. Buck stays over more and more. He has his own drawer. He reorganizes the kitchen since he does most of the cooking. He goes with them on family trips. He becomes a constant figure in their lives.

The photos begin to decorate the wall that had been patched up. He's in pretty much every family photo. And yes, they're a family. If the photos didn't make it clear, the way they exist in each other's lives would. Eddie doesn't quite know what to call Buck. They're more than friends. He knows he loves Buck. More than he should love a friend. He decides not to act on it. He won't risk losing Buck. He'd rather have Buck in his life like this than not have him at all.

Goddamn I threw a brick right through the window My life ignored the signals I'm high and drunk on ego, can't see straight

Buck files the lawsuit. Eddie doesn't know what to do. He can't see, call, or text Buck. He's hurt. He's angry. He prefers feeling anger to hurt, so he allows the anger to take over. He lashes out at Buck. He's blinded by his own pain, can't see that Buck is hurting too. Even after Buck comes back he keeps being angry. Eddie wants to ask Buck to come over, to come back. But he's scared. 

He falls into street fighting. He knows it's stupid. But it's a release. It's a way he can channel his anger into something. The extra cash is nice, it helps too. He keeps fighting. He covers up the bruises at work. He makes excuses for why he has a black eye and bruised knuckles. No one questions it. Maybe they don't notice, or maybe they're too scared to ask. He doesn't know who he is anymore. He misses Buck.

So I just feel my way around and I'm touching and I'm grabbing everything I can't be havin' I am broken down in shame

Buck asks for forgiveness, even though Eddie should be the one apologizing. They hug. Things are still weird for a while. Slowly, things start to get back to normal. Eddie still fights. Buck doesn't know. Eddie doesn't tell. But one day, he's dressing a cut, and Buck comes in, and sees all the bruises. He questions. Eddie tries not to answer. Buck keeps pushing. Eddie finally tells him everything.

Buck rightfully yells at him. Tells him that he could have died, that Chris could have been left on his own, goes over every terrible possibility. The shame is suffocating. Eddie knows Buck is right. They talk more deeply about what's been going on. They talk for hours that night, apologizing and healing. All the pain of the last few months finally starts to ease. For both of them. Things will be alright.

It's alright, It's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not a demon, there's a reason You behaved in that way It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay And I believe, yes I believe that you will see a better day It's alright, oh, it's okay, oh, it's alright, oh

Both of them are hurting. They wake up with nightmares, flashbacks haunt them, the trauma never disappearing. It's terrible, but they have each other. That makes everything so much easier. Buck has his back, and he has Buck's. They're partners in both work and life. He knows at some point they'll need to address the thing they're both dancing around. But now isn't the right time. They'll get there eventually.

Despite all the shit they've been through, things feel like they're going to be alright. 

I don't wanna know who I am 'Cause heaven only knows what I'll find I don't wanna know I'm not capable of coming out alive

It gets harder and harder to control his feelings. He's so in love with Buck. It feels like he's going spontaneously combust with how much love he's feeling. He wants to confess. Wants to finally go for it, end the pining. But he's scared. He's scared he's not enough for Buck. Because Buck deserves everything. He deserves someone who's put together, who won't fuck up. And Eddie knows he will. He'll fuck it up with Buck just like he fucked it up with Shannon. He can't lose Buck. He can't.

If he loses Buck, he doesn't think he'll be able to survive. Buck is a piece of him. Losing him would be like losing a piece of his heart. He wants to love Buck. But he knows that if he lets himself love Buck like this, he risks fucking everything up beyond repair. He's so scared that he'll hurt Buck. Buck's been through so much pain, and Eddie won't let himself be one more thing to add to the list. 

I don't wanna see what's inside I think that I would rather be blind I don't wanna know I'm not capable, I'm capable

He can't keep the love inside. It explodes out of him. He always assumed he would do some sort of romantic date, where he would confess and they'd kiss at the end. Instead, it happens in the kitchen. Buck was helping Chris with his homework while Eddie did the dishes. The two of them were laughing, Eddie watching out of the corner of his eye. He loves the domesticity of moments like these. It's everything he's ever wanted.

Chris goes off to bed. Buck helps Eddie finish the dishes. Buck makes a dumb joke. Before Eddie can stop himself, he says 'I love you'. Then Buck's lips are on his, and it's everything he's ever imagined and more. The last piece finally falling into place. Buck places his heart in Eddie's hands. Eddie will do everything he can to protect it. He finally allows the love he's been holding inside to flow. When Buck says 'I love you too', Eddie swears that he's never felt happier.

I'm alright, I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm okay I'm not a monster, I'm a human And I've made a few mistakes I'm alright, I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm okay I'm not gruesome, just human And I've made a few

They make mistakes. But their love stays strong. Throughout everything that comes their way, their love stays strong. That never changes. Buck moves in. Chris is ecstatic. Things are the way they were always meant to be. It's perfect. Years of waiting have led to this. They were always going to end up here, Eddie thinks. He didn't use to believe in fate. Then he met Buck. Whatever omnipresent being is up there, he's so grateful they brought Buck into his life.

Years of pain have brought them to this. Standing now, with his son and his partner, he knows that everything is going to be alright.

He's going to be alright.

It's alright, It's okay, it's alright, it's okay You're not a demon, there's a reason You behaved in that way It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay I believe, yes I believe that you'll see a better day It's alright, oh, it's okay, oh, it's alright, oh

[just-nico-here]

A/N: I in no way support his choices or anything he does. 2021 film Mike Faist as Riff

Disclaimer: I don't own west side story or any of the characters

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When Riff woke up that morning he felt awful, he had excruciating pain in his stomach and his head was killing him. He couldn't be sick today cause they had the rumble today against the Sharks and his boys were counting on him.

" you doin ok Dere riff?" Tony asked him as he walked in " yeah I'm fine Tony don't worry just a little tired but it's nothing ." Riff snapped, "Hey I was just asking cause ya lookin a little on the pale side." Toney explained. When it was brought up Riff felt his stomach turn and he almost cried out in pain but kept it a soft whimper, if Tony heard it he said nothing. While they were organizing what to bring and head out to go to the rumble and grabbing weapons Riff was zoned out and they all saw it, the only problem was to get him to open up to it. " Hey ya Riff ya hungry before we leave cause we ain't gotten food or stopin anywhere and i know you haven't eaten anything all day." Tony called out handing Riff a baseball bat. Riff who left and was currently hiding out in the bathroom called out " nah I'm not hungry we should get goin tho." He was trying to keep up the " I'm fine and the jets need me for the rumble" act and Tony more than anyone in the jets could see through the act he knew deep down that Riff was in pain and was sick, Riff may think that when he's sick he's weak and that no one would care about him, " Riff you in there buddy boy? We're getting ready to leave." Ice asked snapping his fingers in Riffs face, Riff slapped his hand out of his face and almost started throwing punches his fever messing with him until he realized where he was. " Riff I-." Ice was cut off with riff running back into the bathroom and throwing up in the sink. " Dear Jesus Riff, had I known you where sick I wouldn't have pushed you as much. How long have you felt this bad?" Ice asked, Baby John was in the corner with Tony worrying because he had never seen the Leader show any weakness in general. " baby John he'll be fine it's probably just a twenty four hour bug, he doesn't get sick that often you know that so it hits him pretty hard." Tony said trying to calm him down.

" Tony gotta-throws up-  find Tony. Gotta stop the rumble he's gonna-gag- get hurt if he- throws up again- goes" Riff was hysterical and he could barely get a word out with out almost throwing up " TONY RIFF NEEDS YOU!!" Action yelled watching as Riff winced at the yelling telling him he probably had a headache as well as a fever and upset stomach , as Tony left to go tend to his brother like best friend as Anybody's ran in. " what's going on where's Tony and riff??" They asked but their question was answered when Tony came out of the bathroom carrying Riff bridle style. " I'm taking him back to my place for the night he's safer with me than any of you guys his fever had made that clear." Tony said 

When they arrived at Tony's place he put Riff on his bed and put a trash can next to the bed and crawled behind Riff and started combing his hand in through his hair. " you doin ok buddy? Your sporting quite a fever there." Tony asked when he didn't get an answer he looked down and saw Riff was asleep , at least he's peacefully sleeping but the nightmares are gonna start soon, Tony thought to him self, as if right on cure Riff started thrashing and yelling out, " Riff your ok it's ok it's Tony your brother." Tony said trying to calm him down and it seemed to be working.

It went on like that for a while waking up every other hour to him throwing up or nightmares and Tony was right it was a twenty four hour bug and by the time Riff felt better it was the next day and was confused on how he got to Tony's place since the last place he remembered was being in the Jets hideout getting sick. Wondering if they won the rumble Tony told him that they had talked to the Sharks and talked them into moving it to where Riff was feeling better

Hope you guys enjoyed this one-shot

Happy reading

-Nico

[grounded-gryphon]

I'd Die (Again) for Y'all (Chapter 5)

I had a shit day and tbh I mostly brought it on myself. But I need something fun to keep my depression from spiraling. So, it's your lucky day. Early chapter drop.

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Tim tried very hard not to antagonize Jason. But when Jason got back, Tim just might strangle him.

As soon as the door to Phantom's cell opened, Hood's camera cut out. The mic was working, but staticky. He heard just enough of what was going on to know that this Phantom apparently recognized Red Hood and thought he was in danger.

The idea of something that could scare /Phantom/ coming after Jason… Tim had felt sick.

And then Jason had gone /silent/.

Oh, not for long. Only a few seconds really. But Tim had already been freaking out.

Jason had the gall to just say "I'm okay," in that same soft voice he'd used before he left -- the voice that if it had been anyone else would make Tim think he /cared/. Called him a /nickname/ rather than the hated 'Replacement'… but couldn't be bothered to give him any actual information!

At least they were on their way out. Jason's camera was still down, so he was reduced to tracking them through the static that came and went through the Watchtower security mics. But at least he could follow them…

God damnit, Jason better get home safely so Tim could kill him for scaring him like that.

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Names were important. Names meant something.

Ghosts who mostly stayed in the Infinite Realms often called Danny 'Great One.' (The Yetis started it, and Danny wasn't quite sure if everyone else did because they agreed or because they wanted to stay on the Yeti's good side. You did /not/ want to piss off Frostbite.) But ghosts who came to the living world had a different name for Danny. They called him 'The Protector'.

Danny didn't have a proper haunt anymore, he hadn't since he'd been driven out of Amity. But he was the /Protector/ of a quarter of a continent. He protected the living from the dead -- and the dead from the living.

(Until he couldn't anymore. He'd always known this day would come.)

There was another name whispered among ghosts. A place that no ghosts came from, and no ghosts went to.

Danny had never been to Gotham. Partly that was because of Gotham's heroes. Most cities had heroes, some of them far more powerful than Gotham's bats & birds. But none had so many heroes and in that kind of melee, it would be too easy to hurt someone seriously by accident.

Mostly, Danny had never needed to go to Gotham. Gotham belonged to the /avenger/. Those who died in Gotham didn't need to obsess about getting justice or revenge, they knew they would have it, in this life or the next. They knew Red Hood would get it for them.

Not all of Gotham. Danny had heard the avenger's haunt was actually a small part of the city. But it was enough.

And other ghosts didn't go to Gotham because if there was one guy whose haunt you did /not/ want to fuck with, it was the guy known throughout the Infinite Realms as /the avenger/. The living man who had staked out an obsession and a haunt and /held them/ against the living and the dead.

Bets were placed in the Infinite Realms on how long it would be til Red Hood joined them -- no bets were placed on whether or not he would join them. If anyone had the strength of will and obsessiveness needed to become a ghost, it was the guy in red.

The guy who had just risked himself to save Danny from the GIW.

The guy who was an unknown halfa and had just put his life on the line in ways he couldn't even imagine.

The guy who had thighs to die for and shoulders that could hold up the sky if Atlas ever needed a break.

Danny didn't have a type. He wasn't picky. He took beauty where he found it.

And since he still might finish dying today (he would not think about the GIW being somewhere on this space station, he would not he would--), he would enjoy the beauty in front of him.

That /ass./ No man should have an ass like that. There was no fairness in a world that let that ass exist and didn't give Danny a chance to eat it. (Literally or metaphorically, he didn't care.)

But Danny was a professional, in his own way. Half (okay, more than half) of his mind was meditating on Hood's ass. The rest was doing everything he could to stay quiet (much harder without ghost powers), watch for trouble, and… "Not that way!" he hissed when he realized they were heading towards the GIW base.

Hood turned to him and somehow the angle of his helmet conveyed surprise. But after a moment he nodded and turned back. "The cameras are down, but not the mics. Grab my jacket if there's a problem, but no more talking."

Cameras were down? How the-- damn his guy (what?! what did he just think?) was good. (Not his guy, nope, not. Nice fantasy, but Phantom was going to stick around just long enough to be sure he hadn't led the GIW to the avenger, and book. Not /his/ guy. He didn't get a guy.) But that was a relief. If they were lucky, no one yet knew he'd even escaped.

Better -- with Hood's voice modulator and the way even restrained Danny's ghostly self was likely fucking with the mics… there was no way the GIW could know who rescued him. As long as they got off the station without being found out, they were in the clear for at least a day or two.

With a relieved smile and a lighter heart, Danny followed Hood. The guy who knew enough to find him and shut down the top security of the damn Justice League wouldn't screw up on finding the exit.

So Danny went back to enjoying his view. With luck, he might even have a chance to tap that ass before he had to disappear again.

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Not that far down the hallway from Phantom's room, Batman, Martian Manhunter, and Wonder Woman were keeping watch through the bugs Batman had planted there. None of them were officially there. Officially, Cyborg was trying to get the cameras up and running and every other hero on station was on patrol either in the corridors or outside watching for threats. There was no one left to watch a single locked-up and magically restrained prisoner who was perfectly docile as long as you kept him away from the med bay.

Officially.

Batman was a little worried by how easily Red Hood had gotten into station security. Hood knew his way around technology, but he wasn't that good, and this was the Watchtower. None of Hood's Outlaw friends had the skills to do it, either. And Bruce knew (grieved) Jason didn't trust anyone in the family enough to ask for help. But that was a problem for later.

Right now, it worked for them, even if they hadn't expected it.

And, unofficially, they were able to keep an eye on things through the bugs. Batman knew the risks he was asking Red Hood to run. He couldn't do anything about the GIW just yet. (Soon, very soon.) But he could at least be sure that Phantom stayed docile and didn't become one of those risks.

If Batman hadn't already been half convinced that Phantom was a victim, watching the young man /fall to his knees/ and beg Hood to save himself would have done it. And he had to think about that. He had to focus on that.

If he didn't, he'd think about the people who left those scars on Phantom going after /his son/ and… the leather of his gloves creaked as he forced his fists open. Tried to be in the moment.

"His fear is real," J'onn said after a moment. "I cannot detect his thoughts yet, but he is still projecting his emotions. He recognizes Red Hood, not by person but by type. It's a feeling that Red Hood is /like him/ and that whatever threatens him is also a threat to Red Hood."

"Do you believe Red Hood is one of these ecto-entities?" Wonder Woman asked. "How would that be possible?"

"I don't know," J'onn said, "But /he/ believes it."

Batman gritted his teeth and refused to reach for his communicator. Contacting Red Hood would do no good right now, and might distract him or alert Phantom that Hood was connected to them. Phantom would find out the truth eventually, but they needed him off the Watchtower and safe first.

They watched the rest of the conversation silently, Batman shaking his head. If you told most of Gotham that Red Hood was a name to inspire trust…

Then Phantom and Red Hood slipped out of the room and there was nothing left to see. Cyborg tracked them with the mics that Hood hadn't managed to cut off. But except for one time when Phantom started to talk and Hood shushed him, there was little to hear.

As they reached the Zeta tubes, J'onn said, "Atom just contacted me. He is still working his way through the papers the GIW gave us -- and is in full offended scientist mode. But he can tell us that these ecto-entities apparently… the GIW believe they are ghosts or something like ghosts, created from death and the energy of death."

"J'onn… you said Phantom referred to himself as a 'ghost boy.'"

J'onn shuddered. "Yes, actually. That was why he thought… He thought we would not be willing to feed him because he is a 'ghost boy' and 'ghost boys' don't have rights."

A ghost boy. Who thought Red Hood -- Batman's son, who died and came back to life. Who rubbed his death in Batman's face every chance he got and called himself a zombie… who came back with a streak of hair as brilliantly white as Phantom's --

Batman hit his private communicator before he could stop and think. "Hood."

"This is not a good time, Old Man."

He had to say this right. He had to find the right words so Hood /listened/ instead of lashing out. Batman resisted the urge to take a deep breath. To swallow. To give any indication that this wasn't normal vigilante business. "Strong possibility that Phantom died and that is why he is being hunted."

He couldn't say more, he didn't dare say more. All he had was speculation, and if he said anything about his fears Jason would shut him out, but this was his /son/ and he had to…

"Understood," Hood growled, "watch your back."

Then the Zeta tubes wooshed and he was gone.

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Next

Wonder Woman to the GIW, CC: Amanda Waller (paraphrased)

Oh no! Phantom escaped. How is this possible! (No seriously, how is this possible, you information hoarding assholes.) The Justice League will put all possible resources to finding him.

As soon as the GIW would hand over all their information, please-and-thankyou. It would help in ascertaining how Phantom was able to escape. And the GIW wouldn't want to /continue/ putting civilians at risk by denying the JL critical information to effectively re-capturing Phantom, would they? Since the JL are the only ones who've managed it so far.

The transport? So sorry, top secret. But it was programmed for Death Valley. The GIW should probably start their search there.

GIW internal memo (paraphrased)

We NEED that in person meeting to finally determine if the Batman really is a ghost. How can we justify only handing the info over in person? Someone come up with an idea YESTERDAY.

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[kaidatheghostdragon]

Clearly bruce has very high regards for danny if he's willing to inflict his children on him. This is a good prompt for a hyper competent danny.

The bats try to slack off on post patrol debrief, and danny calls them out on it.

Danny successfully found every last one of tim's hidden caches of caffeinated drinks, and wrangled him into a sleep schedule that could almost be considered sustainable.

He deftly avoided all of steph's pranks except one, which he deliberately triggered just so he could see steph's face when he phased out of the glitter.

Jason's still not sure how it happened, but danny somehow convinced him to cook half the meals and stay for dinner on those nights.

(Alternative idea - if bruce has known danny for years, he would have gone to danny to get help for jason when he returned full of pit rage, so jason already knows danny better than the rest of the fam, and is here to watch the chaos unfold.)

Damian, of course, needed to test the competency of the babysitter, which translates into potentially lethal sneak attacks. He has yet to be able to successfully surprise danny, and danny has caught every knife thrown his way as if lazily plucking them from the air.

He's also kept them all, refusing to return any until he has been dismissed from his duty as babysitter from either bruce or alfred.

Cass took one look at danny and understood that danny was much more than meets the eye. She has been perfectly polite the entire time, and in return, she's the only one of the batkids that danny implicitly trusts.

Dick, despite being the oldest, is the instigator of the majority of shenanigans and bad ideas. The man does not have a single responsible bone in his body. (Danny is pretty sure he doesn't have any bones, period, but that's beside the point.)

Danny eventually understands why these people need a babysitter. Being highly trained vigilantes has done nothing to curb their stupidity. (Danny remembers when he was a young stupid vigilante. He doesnt hold it against them. Its just extremely exhausting trying to keep them alive. Thank the ancients he was already dead, or he wouldn't have survived a tenth of the stupid things he did when he and his friends were stupid teen vigilantes.)

A couple weeks in (Alfred is due to return in the next 48 hours), the joker escapes and has a major plot. The tentative relationship danny has managed to build up with the bats is thrown out the window as they run around like headless chickens, too emotional to work through the proper protocols for the situation without bruce's steadying hand.

Jason, no surprise, is the most compromised, barely able to string a coherent sentence together while putting every last ounce of effort into keeping from running out of the cave, either to hone in on and beat the shit out of the joker, or to get the hell out of dodge before the clown tries to kill him again - he isnt sure.

"This is the guy that killed you, right?" Danny asks him, point blank. It sounds almost callous to the other bats, but jason is the only one who understands how carefully calculated danny is behaving the moment.

Jason only nods, he cant really manage anything more.

"Neither you or bruce killed him out of vengence yet?"

"Batman doesnt kill," Jason gritted out.

"It's more complicated than that, but yeah," Dick defended.

"And he was the one you wanted to avenge you?" Danny continued.

Jason nodded again.

Danny stepped closer to him, breaching the space near Jason that no one else would enter while he was so close to losing it, "Jason, would it be okay if i avenged you instead?"

Immediately, everyone exploded in protest, insisting that the joker is dangerous, nobody should go out alone, that danny is out of his mind. Most of the bats missed jason nodding a third time.

"Enough!" Danny shouted, trying to match what he thought Batman's tone of authority would be in this situation. Almost surprisingly, everyone quieted down, "I've made an executive decision. None of you are to leave the cave. Cass, make sure nobody leaves the Cave. I'll be back in an hour."

Hesitating only long enough to see Cass's confirming nod, Danny vanished from sight.

Everyone except Cass, and surprisingly, Jason, went ballistic. Once it was quickly determined that absolutely nobody could get past Cass (and Jason started helping her when the others tried to be more clever), they eventually turned to the bat computer to watch the Joker's broadcasting live feed, convinced that danny's gruesome murder was about to be livestreamed for all of gotham to witness.

Instead, a shadow covered the entire set in view of the camera, then swallowed up the joker so quickly that it had cut him off mid-sentence. There were barely a few frames of the Joker's genuine shock before he vanished from sight. Then at once, the shadow left again, leaving the camera to record an empty room.

58 minutes after danny had left, he rematerialized in the batcave, holding a fist-sized purple and joker-green pearl.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Danny asked, offering the pearl to jason.

Jason gingerly picked up the pearl from danny's offered hand, staring at it in wonder for a few seconds, before throwing it into the floor, shattering it.

Then he stomped and jumped on the remains just for good measure, grinding every last piece to dust under his boots.

(Everyone went to bed that night without saying a word.)

Bruce has to go off-world for something since he does not trust his children to not destroy Gotham while he is gone, he calls up his cousin to watch the kids. (Grown up) Danny shows up and has to wrangle his cousin’s children. Danny is full-on expected to be babysitting a bunch of little kids, he is surprised when most of them are adults.

Bruce's kids didn't expect to have a babysitter---they are not pleased. So they decide to make Danny's job 10x worse.

Danny wasn't originally going to butt into their patrols, but they're being annoying. So Danny messes with them on patrol.

(Alfred is on vacation and the thing Bruce has to deal with is short notice. Bruce did not want to cut Alfred’s vacation short)

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Nightwing (2011) #10

[scaredsimp]

Damian Wayne relationship scenarios

Warnings: mentions of sleeping on the highway as a joke, lmk if I missed anything else A/N: I imagine Damian's 16 in this. mentions celebrating Christmas briefly at the end, but it's not a theme throughout. so if you don't celebrate Christmas, you can still read.

you and Damian were asked to do the BuzzFeed puppy interview

you and him sat on the floor and answered questions as a litter of puppies chewed on your expensive heels and fell asleep on your and Damian's lap

a funny moment happened when you pointed to one of the puppies and said you were gonna name it after your favorite Wayne

Damian looked at you with a soft smile before you slapped your lap to get the dog's attention and, in a high-pitched voice, said, "c'mere Dick, come here, boy!"

Damian's smile comedically drops as you laugh

a little after that, you have a handful of puppies in your arms, and you look at Damian, asking if you could bring them home "no, maybe you should ask your favorite Wayne." he scoffs before his facade fades, and he starts laughing with you

never before has he been so open in an interview. He even called you beloved while the cameras were rolling, beloved is a name he solely uses in private, so for him to say it on camera is a really big deal

this fills the fan's love for you both, and a slew of edits became of your interactions, with each other and the puppies with captains like

"sleeping on the highway tn" "IF THEY BREAK UP IM GONNA LOSE FAITH IN LOVE," "get you someone who looks at you the way Damian looks at y/n"

Damian defiantly shows off for you

if you walk into him sparring, he will go from 0 to 100 because there is no way he's losing in front of you

on the off chance he does lose, he tries to not act but hurt, but he defiantly is

all you have to do is compliment his fighting or his technique, and he will be fine again

stupid idea activity rises 70% when you're around

yall will be chilling on the couch, and he will casually say, "want to steal the bat mobile?"

cue two hours of riding around Gotham listening to music and getting out once or twice to stop crime before hopping back in and continuing the drive

you were only stopped when none other than the big bad bat himself jumped on the roof of the batmobile as it was moving

and boy, did you both get an ear full not only did bruce have something to say about both of your reckless behavers but so did black canary, your mentor

you were both benched from crime fighting for the next week (not that it was going to you both)

after the chew out, Jason makes himself known from where he was leaning against the doorway "tsk tsk tsk you kids really should know better" "shut up, todd," Damian shoots back

if you celebrate Christmas, Damian will invite you to Christmas with his family

sometimes it surprises you just how many people are in his family, and Christmas at the Waynes can get a little crazy

you guys have ugly sweater competitions that get extremely competitive, and Alfred makes the most amazing Christmas cookies

all around, you and Damian have a great time together in and out of costume