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7seas-of-ryy · 6 months ago

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Rock Paper Scissors

Author’s Note: I really love the idea of Rhys, Cass, and the reader doing stupid things together :))

Summary: You get in trouble with your High Lord and get sent on a mission as a punishment

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: let me know if I need to add any :)

"How did you get stuck doing this?" Azriel asked you

You were both hiking through a dense rain forrest, in search of a special tree. The wood had some sort of magical powers and even one branch would help the Night Court out.

"Cass and I helped Rhys sneak Nyx out so we could try to fly with him." you told the shadowsinger

"What?!" He responded with a small laugh

You, Cassian, and Rhys all woke up Nyx early from his nap to try and sneak him out. Feyre didn't want him learning how to fly yet but Rhys was so excited. And there were three of you, so you knew Nyx would be safe.

Rhys was on top of the hill with Nyx while you and Cass were at the base of it. Right before his first attempt, Feyre showed up and stopped it. You and Cass took off before she could see you and went back home, leaving Rhys to take all the heat.

You and Cassian were sitting in chairs in the living room pretending you had been there for a long time when Feyre walked in holding Nyx and Rhys was close behind her.

She was yelling at him for a good five minutes before she took a breath.

"He was completely safe, I promise. Just please calm down." Rhys made the mistake of telling her.

"Calm down? You wanted to teach my son to fly without my permission and you're telling me to calm down?!" She screeched

You and Cassian couldn't help but stare and listen as Rhys got scolded.

"No sex for 2 weeks." She told her mate.

"That's not fair at all!" Rhys pouted.

"Oh yeah? Then make it a month!" She told him as she left the room.

At that, you and Cass both let out a laugh you had been desparately trying to hold in. Rhys snapped his head to you both, glaring at the two of you, which caused you both to straighten up.

You pretended to be looking at something on the carpet while Cass pretended to look at the ceiling.

"Ah y/n look at this..." Cassian trailed off, trying to make it look like you two weren't paying attention.

"Oh my, I've never seen such a great ceiling" You added as Rhys came up to you two.

"A great celing?" Rhys questioned

"Yeah I mean, you have outdone yourself. This ceiling is really something." Cass stated trying to get out of it.

"Cass is right, I haven't noticed til now how great it is!" You added

"I know you both were listening in on that. And I also know that you were both with me and tried to get him to fly as well. Seeing as Feyre is punishing me, it is only fitting I punish the both of you." Your High Lord told you both

"He had two missions, one was surveillance and the other was to find this tree with you. Neither of us wanted the surveillance job so we did rock paper scissors and Cass lost." You told Az after explaining everything

"So that's why he was pouting when we left," he huffed a laugh, "well I'm glad its you with me, you're much better company."

A blush rose to your face and he smirked at you. You didn't know what to say so you just continued on. The shadowsinger led you both through the forest, you closely behind him.

After about 20 minutes of walking, your eyes drifted to the male in front of you. You admired his large wings for a few moments then your eyes drifted lower until they reached his-

"I can feel you staring." he spoke suddenly.

"I was not!" you tried to defend yourself but you were most definitely checking him out.

His back was still to you as he spoke again, "It's ok, I check you out when you're not looking too."

Your face must've looked like a tomato at this point.

"Can we just focus on the mission?" you questioned, trying desperately to change the subject.

"It's your lucky day, I see the tree up ahead." He stated

The two of you finally reached the tree and you realized a lot of the lower branches looked rotten. You would have to get a branch that was higher up.

"Come here, I'm gonna lift you up and you can cut one of the branches." he told you

"What?! Why can't you just fly up there or use magic to get it?" You argued.

"Because if I use my magic or fly above the tree, it might alert enemies and we don't know what lives in this forest." He explained.

"Fine" you said while walking over to him.

Before you could ask how he wanted to do it, he was lifting you as if you weighed nothing. He had grabbed your hips lifting you up until you were sitting on his shoulder. You quickly cut one of the branches and dropped it down.

He spun your body around til you were facing him and slowly slid you down his body. He stopped you when you were face to face, your feet not touching the ground. His hands were under you butt, holding you up.

Your breath hitched when you realized how close you two actually were.

After a few seconds, he continued to slide you down his body until your feet hit the ground. You quickly looked away, ending the moment, both of you getting red at what just happened.

"We should get going, we still have a little ways to go until we get to the cottage." He coughed and told you.

"Cottage?" You thought this was just a quick mission and you already had the branch.

"Rhys doesn't want us traveling at night. We haven't searched these areas yet and we don't want to learn the hard way what comes out in the dark." He told you

The pair of you continued on for another hour towards the cabin in silence. You started to feel eery, as if something was watching you. Az's shadows slowly made their way over to you, swirling around you like a shield.

"Y/N!" Az shouted but you couldn't hear him.

A giant ball of water had swept you up and trapped you inside. You couldn't get out no matter how hard you swam. It was taking you in the opposite direction of the shadowsinger.

The burning in your lungs was too painful. Right as you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, you felt a tingle in your chest. It was like there was a little ball of energy inside you and you reached for it.

As you touched it, light exploded all around you, no. The light was coming from... you? The bubble of water you were being held captive in burst and you fell, clawing at your throat for air.

Azriel ran to you on the ground, pulling you into his lap.

"Hey, look at me. Just breath, I've got you." He continued whispering encouraging words into your ear as your breath returned to normal.

You finally looked up at the male holding you and felt relief flood your body at the realization that you were safe in his arms. He put his forehead to yours and closed his eyes.

"You're safe, you're alive." He kept repeating as if he was trying to convince himself.

You opened your eyes and and once again realized how close the two of you were. If you leaned just a little bit closer, your lips might touch.

He opened his eyes after a couple moments and you just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes.

This time, it was his turn to break your stares. He looked around making sure there weren't any other threats.

"Lets hurry and get to that cottage. Will you be okay to walk? I can carry you if you would like." Az offered.

"I can walk, lets get going. I don't want to find out anymore about whatever that thing was." You quickly spoke.

You continued the walk to the cottage, this time with Az very close behind you. He was so close, he would brush against you every few minutes and it was driving you crazy.

After almost kissing him twice, his touch was sending you into overdrive. You slowed down at one point so you wouldn't trip over some roots and he bumped into your back. You could've sworn you heard him groan.

Finally, you made it to the cabin and once you both entered and ensured it was safe inside, Az started to get a fire going.

"You need to take off those clothes, they're soaking wet. I can lay them by the fire so they'll dry." He spoke, breaking the long silence between you two.

"Um I didn't know we would be gone for more than one day so I didn't bring any extra clothes." You confessed, feeling unprepared.

"Here, you can wear my extra shirt I brought. I don't have any extra pants but I think it'll be big enough to cover you." He offered.

With a grateful smile, you grabbed the shirt for him and went to change only to realize this was a very tiny cabin. Meaning there was no other room for you to change in privacy.

"Could you...turn around so I can change?" you asked.

"What? Oh uh yeah sorry." He spoke, his cheeks burning.

He turned around and you peeled the soaking wet clothes from you skin and put his large shirt on. It went down to the middle of your thighs.

"Alright you can look" You spoke.

He turned around and his eyes immediately darkened. They trailed up your body admiring the way his clothes fit you. You couldn't help but notice his eyes linger on your bare legs and you could feel the room get hotter but you knew it wasn't from the fire.

"What happened out there?" You finally spoke, your voice barely a whisper

"I'm not sure but I think it might have something to do with the branch? I think it saved you but we can figure that out when we get back to the Night Court tomorrow. Right now I'm just concerned with making sure you're safe and warm." Az stated firmly

You were still standing on opposite sides of the room, both unsure of what to do next. He hadn't taken his eyes off of you for even a second since turning around.

"Well I'm safe now, but how will you help me warm up?" you asked with a soft smile.

Azriel started to stalk towards you, so slowly. He had a hunger in his eyes and you felt excitement grow in your stomach.

He stopped once he was standing right in front of you, his hand playing with the hem of his shirt you were wearing.

"I had a few ideas." He growled

Before he could fully finish his last word, you leapt forward slotting your lips on his. He lifted you up as you kissed and walked over to the fire. He slowly laid you down on the floor next to it, quickly laying on top of you to continue kissing you.

The pair of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feel of the other's lips. Eventually you pulled apart for some much needed air.

"I'm really glad I beat Cass in rock, paper, scissors." you said with a smile before pulling Az back down to you.

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karasuno-planet · 7 months ago

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Taking care of you

Kageyama x manager!reader who gets migraines !

warnings: migraine pain, vision loss

wc: 0.8k

summary: self-assured reader gets a horrible migraine and needs help, despite never asking for it. (pre-established relationship w/ kageyama) (fem!reader)

a/n: I LOVE THE HAIKYUU FANDOM SMMMM <333 you guys are my favs. requests open !! and the tsukki academic rivals fic is in the works for anyone wondering...

(gif not mine !)

One thing you had quickly learned while dating Kageyama is that he's not one for public displays of affection. You certainly weren't secret, hell pretty much everyone knew and was talking about you two, but you kept it private. Especially in front of his opponents. That's why it came as such a shock when you felt his arms aroudn you suddenly in the middle of a practice match.

To say you had a migraine that day was an understatement. Three days into the trining camp, in excruciating heat working late to help the team reform their entire strategies form the bottom up— you were exhausted.

But you were used to the migraines. It was something you could handle. The team is already under so much stress, especially Tobio. His sets hadn't been satisfactory, and he was re-learning everything he already knew from scratch. You couldn't imagine the pressure you knew he already felt, so keeping the pressure of your aching head a secret was nothing in comparison.

That doesn't mean nobody noticed, though. Walking into the first practice set of the day, Coach Ukai made a comment.

"Y/n, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes! Feeling good..."

"Okay, just let me know if you need to take a breather or something."

Had you already been exposed? The last thing you wanted was to be a burden on the team, but the floaters in your vision were a bit hard to ignore. And when the ringing in your ears set in, it got worse. Much worse.

By the third set of the day, you weren't faring well. You stood on the sidelines, taking notes on gameplay, when your vision started to black out completely. You widened your eyes to realize you couldn't see a thing. Your head pounding, you focused all your energy on just staying on your feet.

A deep voice yelled out, "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You recognized it as Daichi's voice, "Don't worry Daichi, I'm just fine..."

You heard Asahi chime in, "uh.. That was Kuroo talking...on the other side of the court..."

Before you knew it, Kageyama rushed off the court, running towards you and supporting you with his hand on your back, "Damn y/n, you can't see a thing, can you?" You recognized his touch and sent in front of you immediately.

"I'm okay, really."

"Sure.." he dismissed you. "I've got you okay? Must be scary, not being able to see..." he mumbled. "Can you walk if I support you? Here.." He started slowly helping you walk towards the exit of the gym.

"KAGEYAMA!" Hinata shouted, "What's going on??"

He sighed, looking back at the court, "She gets bad migraines, but she'll be okay, don't worry."

There was a collective sigh and chatter resumed across the volleyball court now that everyone understood the issue. Some players were wishing you well, but you could hear next to nothing with the ringing in your ears.

"I'm walking her to her room," Kageyama declared to Coach Ukai before continuing to support you to walk.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. SUGAWARA, get in there."

Suga jolted into action, stepping onto the court to fill Kageyama's place.

And that's the last moment you could clearly make out before you woke up.

You were laying on your back, a cold towel draped across your forehead and a blanket over your body. Tobio sat on the floor next to your bed, and turned around to face you quickly when you heard you moving.

"Y/n," he whispered. "Here, have some water." He handed you a bottle of ice water and you took a couple sips.

"Thank you..."

"No problem, but, why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to distract you."

"That's ridiculous, your migraines are serious and I deserve to know."

"You're right, I'm sorry."

You felt his hand slowly wrap around yours, "No, I...I've been so stressed out and mad at myself I didn't even realize what that might do to you. So absorbed in my own world..."

"My migraine is not your fault Tobio."

"Drink some more," he pushed the water towards you, noticeably keepin ghis voice low and soft to not irritate your head.

You took another sip and sighed, "I'm serious. You have nothing to do with it."

"Regardless, I have everything to do with it now. I'm not leaving your side until you're back to one hundred percent, okay?"

"You don't need to do that."

"But I'm going to," he assured you, squeezing your hand tightly in his, "besides, I'm lucky to be your nurse when you've got quite a few people eager to see you..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't think those guys have ever whispered in their lives," he chuckled softly, "I told them to piss off until I say you're ready."

"You're the best, Tobio."

"I know."

Before you could even open your mouth to thank him, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and set you back in your thoughts.

"I don't mind taking care of you, you know."

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grimesgirll · 7 months ago

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heyy could you write Negan smut, with them both fighting for dominance while they fuck, taunting each other; Maybe because they known each other before the apocalypse so she isn’t as intimidated by Negan like the rest.

you have to be the hottest thing he’s seen in quite sometime.

negan, simon, and dwight had heard the gunshots from your shotgun and stumbled upon you; all alone, fending off a few dozen walkers.

simon had insisted that they leave and not risk their safety for “some broad”, and negan was on board until he realized that wasn’t just any broad - it was you.

the three cut through the horde of walkers at negan's insistence. braving bloated corpses and trudging over the trampled isn't a simple feat - even with guns. minutes pass until you're finally face to face. half dazed, you did a double take once your eyes suddenly met the disgraced gym teacher's.

then you hit the ground.

when you woke up, mr. smith was there. you were shocked to see him and even more surprised to learn that he was the leader of an up and coming survival group.

“what about your wife?” you’d asked. “mrs. smith is really cool.”

made slightly dramatic by age, the pained twist of the former faculty's face has you regretting your question.

mrs. smith was really cool.

mr. smith had once been too. kind as well. negan is looks cool, and you can't deny that there's a cult of personality that can't be beat with him. not kind though.

no, you'd learned your first week that the gym teacher who had once teased you about college partying on the playground was now a certified psychopath. as a teaching assistant and faculty shadow at the school, you'd befriended negan easily. the two of you pulled off witty banter as you dropped the kids off for gym, even accepting invitations to join the day's activity.

mr. smith was no more and negan's now burning faces off. you'd seen that. just like you'd seen the floggings, the beatings, the spankings, and even the wall. waking up one day to see the nurse you'd grown fond of outside wandering as a walker was enough for you to tweak.

“what did she do?”

negan looks up from a map of northern virginia to grin at you. “hey, doll! what’s goin’ on?” he kicks his feet up on the desk. “don’t see much of you around here.”

“yeah, because i can barely get by your goons.”

he shrugs. “seems like you got up here just fine.”

you’d sideskirted fat joey when he left his post to top off his dr. pepper. it was easy enough to walk your way to negan’s office to confront him.

“why is the woman who trained me walking around the front yard as a zombie?” you question, not breaking eye contact with the smirking leader. “what could she have done to deserve that?” you let out an exasperated breath, reigning it in with another deep umhals before asking, “don’t you think that’s fucking extreme?”

if negan softens, you really can’t tell. all that comes from the man is a laugh. “you mean the nurse who was planning on robbin’ us all blind and hightailing it with nearly all of our narcotics?”

you don’t even have the care to gawk at him. “could she not have been rehabilitated?”

he scoffs at you. “once an addict, always an addict.”

a sudden wave of dread comes over you, and for a moment you think it may be your lunch coming back up but one look at your former fellow faculty member and you know it’s purely disgust.

“she was my friend!”

“you’ll make more!”

“she was my only friend here,” the words croak out of your mouth.

negan just chews on his lip and shrugs. “sorry, honey, you’ll just have to start bein’ friendlier then.” a smirk spreads across his leather-like, aged face. “might have to drop the whole resting bitch face.”

you’re fuming. the column of rage growing from your belly pangs with no place to go. “for you freaks?”

your outburst has fat joey huffing and puffing his way through the threshold of the door.

“everything, okay, boss?” the grunt looks from your red face to his relaxed leader. “sorry bout’ her. she shouldn’t be up here.”

negan waves a hand. “don’t worry about it, joey. i can handle her.”

joey nods when a “handle me?” is flying from your mouth and negan just shoots him a cheeky grin.

“let me walk you back down there, doll.” negan insists.

when he rises from his desk, you realize how he towers over you, something you’d never clocked despite how often you two had been in close quarters back at school. you’re glaring up to meet his dark eyes - the ones that glint in the light like he hadn’t subjected a young woman to the most gruesome death - not including her life after death.

“this way, you,” negan is shepherding you with a hand on your back and all you can do is grumble as you pass his lazy goon.

once the two of you are in the hallway, you slap his hand off of him. “don’t touch me,” you sneer.

he chuckles. “whatever you wish, princess, just stop interrupting me from my important shit with your emotional shit, ‘kay?”

you shake your head. “what would mrs. smith think of all this? surely you don’t think you’re in the right. your wife would’ve hated this.”

negan gestures to the empty, desolate stairwell the two of you are descending. “she look like she’s here?”

“doesn’t matter. what happened to your morals?” you spit, stopping in your tracks to turn and face the taller man, standing on a higher step so that you’re both at eye level. “you were a school teacher.”

“yeah, and you would’ve been dead if we hadn’t brought you in.”

“so i should be happy with the freak show you’re putting on here?”

the expressive leader throws his arms out to motion to the compound. “look around, it’s bread and circuses!” he says simply. “you work, you get a bed, and a safe place to live.” a devious expression overtakes his countenance. “and a show!”

“i hate it here.” you declare nastily.

he snorts. “you hate not being in control, and all the safe little assurances we had before. things are different now.”

“no,” you counter, face coming closer to his. “you’re different now.”

“gotta be to survive nowadays, darlin’, now hurry it up. you need to get back to stitchin’ up my men so they can go out and bring you back ravioli, morphine, soap, toilet paper, all that shit you’re bitchin’ about having.”

“you’re a psycho,” you huff at him as he ushers you down the stairs, another level, and the familiar way towards the infirmary.

“you’re just not adjusted yet. just stick to changing bedpans and we won’t have a problem,” negan instructs with a hand on your back again.

you brush him off once you two have entered the sterile, white infirmary where doctor carson is talking quietly with one of negan’s goons.

“what’s goin’ on here, doc?” negan questions, startling the two.

negan’s man is pale - and sweating buckets. the doctor stands from his bedside to face negan.

“hello, negan, we were just finishing up.”

“finishing up what?”

the pit in your stomach grows when you notice the sickly man on the bed scurrying to fold the fabric of his shirt back over his stomach. the doctor has a pokerface but you didn’t need them to answer to know what was going on.

“what’s goin’ on, dan? feelin’ alright?” negan doesn’t give the doctor a chance to answer before he’s next to his commissioned scavenger, towering over him now.

dan nods. “feelin’ fine. just scraped up and tired as hell after gettin’ back from carolina.”

“i bet!” that loud voice booms throughout the room. “mighty long trip that was. thanks again, man.” the clap to dan’s back from his leader almost has him buckling. “but you don’t look so good, bud. got something to tell me?”

“negan-,” the doctor starts but he’s quickly silenced by a simple raise of the leader’s hand.

“nope, doc. i wanna hear it from dan here.”

the man’s nervous eyes flicker from doctor carson and to you. you want to crumple where you stand. though his eyes are pleading, there’s nothing you can do. only manage your growing disgust as you watch negan reach for his sidearm.

then negan does something that surprises you, he leans down to embrace the man in a hug.

“thank you, it was just a long trip.” dan’s bumbling, but negan shushes him.

“don’t worry bout’ it, dan.”

that’s when the bullet departs the chamber and implants itself in dan’s brain.

the man who’d just been alive slumps down and falls onto the newly bloodied bedsheets. the white wall behind him is sprayed with brains and chrome. the salt and pepper haired leader stands from the bed and yawns, stretching as if he wasn’t leaving a mess of blood and trauma for you and the doctor to clean up and process.

“back to work. keep an eye on her, doc.”

“negan, you sick fuck.”

this time, negan’s holding his council and heatedly harping on gregory.

the man lets out an exasperated breath. “who the fuck wasn’t watching the door?”

his legion of doom is bewildered to see the sullen nurse standing in the doorway. dwight’s apathetic as always, but is the first to offer to escort you out while simon’s telling gregory to “shut the fuck up” and laura’s looking at you as if no one could be more annoying as to drag this meeting on.

“joey!”

one shout and you hear heavy footsteps thudding down the hall. breathing raggedly, the guard wraps himself around the doorway and drops his sandwich at the sight of you.

“so sorry, boss. she really sneaks in!”

the older man just shakes his head. “don’t let it happen again or gregory gets it.”

laughter erupts from the room. everyone at the table is dropping their dauntless demeanor as if on cue. the only one not laughing is gregory of course.

“negan, listen-,”

“ah!” negan interrupts him, straining against his leather jacket when he turns his body towards him. “you shut it! i hate having my shit interrupted, and i hate having supply drops interrupted far more than meetings.” he directs his attention from the man from hilltop back to you. “why don’t you just take a seat, honey? we’ll be done soon.”

you shake your head. “i’m not trying to stay here any longer than i have to. i need this sorted out now.”

“if you wanna talk, doll, you’ll have to wait your turn. i’m talking to gregory right now.”

“i don’t even want to talk to you.”

he exhales flippantly. “then why are you here? interrupting my important meeting.”

“i came for my shotgun.”

negan chuckles, crossing his arms. “you think you’re gettin’ that thing back? after the mood you’ve been stirring up here?”

you do your best to ignore the way he’s laughing and dismissing you or how he’s manspreading all over the chair he’s parked in.

“i need my stuff now. i’m leaving tonight.”

it’s like the air’s been sucked out of the room. you can see negan’s jaw tighten in real time, and the room stiffens. waiting for a reaction is half the angst but you don’t have time for it. don’t even want to defend your decision, especially in front of everyone here.

“out!”

chair legs scrape against the ground as some of negan’s senior partners in psychopathy begin to egress.

gregory is just looking flabbergasted. “but we had a meeting?”

“everyone, out. now!”

all it takes is a “negan doesn’t like to repeat himself” and dwight is shuffling gregory out of the room, simon taking up the rear.

“see you soon, hun’,” he taunts to you.

you don’t have enough time to process his words because he’s shutting the door behind you and probably mentally rescheduling this meeting. you could care less.

“enough, negan smith.” he blinks at the full name callout. “i want my stuff and i’ll be out of your hair. you won’t have to worry about me.”

negan’s off his feet again and sitting on top of the table now. he points to the chair next to the head. “sit.”

“i don’t want to sit.” you insist. “i already told you, i don’t want to talk, i want to go.”

“yeah, well we’re gonna talk first, so sit your ass down.”

you don’t want to spend anymore time in this nutjob factory than you have to but you want your shotgun back. so you walk across the room and you stand at the chair.

“what do you have to say to me?” you inquire.

“god, look at you!”

you roll your eyes.

“a few weeks after getting your life saved, getting your needs taken care of and you’re ready to go back to that?”

“i don’t want to be at your constant mercy.” you say plainly. “not that you can really call it mercy.”

with every retort from him being a laugh, your patience is growing thin. he snickers upon seeing your frown. “so, you want to take your chances out there instead of taking a little time to let me help figure out your problem?”

you throw up your hands. “figure out my problem? i came to you to help figure out my problem and you said to just deal with it. to ‘adjust’. well, i can’t. i can’t live like this. it’s not humane.”

“yeah, and it’s humane out there?”

“better than bitching in here.”

“well, i think i can help with that. won’t be getting your shotgun back.”

“oh, so you can’t help at all?” you snap.

he whistles. “never said that.” his eyes drop from your gaze down your torso to your thighs. he pats the table next to him. “come sit on the table.”

“no. i want to go. now.”

“alright then.”

“negan!”

you exclaim when he scootches off the table to scoop you up by your legs and middle and plop you down.

“let doctor negan see if he can help.”

“what are you-,”

“ah! look at that.”

“ah!”

the sudden sensation of a finger against your denim covered cunt has your face flushing and red. “been touched there in a while, honey?”

“just give me my shotgun,” you breathe, desperately trying with your eye contact to communicate that things aren’t going the way you expected.

“let me give you some reprieve, clear your head, and then we can see if you still want your shotgun.”

you shake your head as he starts pulling down your pants. “you think your wife would be okay with this?”

“she here?”

you curse yourself for giving him such an easy answer. you curse yourself for not doing anything other than pouting and wiggling once he’s at your waistband. you curse the little wet spot soaked though your underwear even more.

“god, i knew confrontation would get you wet.”

“so you planned this?”

the older man shakes his head, taking another moment to fully lock eyes with you, even as he towers over you on the table. “no, i’m thinking that we both walked into this.”

maybe you shouldn’t have walked in, you ponder as negan walks your undies down your thighs with his fingers and walks them right back to your dripping center. the hair you have down there is already slick, a damp curtain pried open by negan’s thick fingers.

“shit,” you rasp when a finger braves the pool of anticipation that’s only growing and delves further against your inner walls.

“want me stop there?” the fucker’s finger stills inside of you and the other dancing just above your clit comes to a halt.

you don’t respond, just lock eyes with negan and try to catch your breath. “that’s not fair,” you point out in a voice just above a whisper. “can’t stop now.”

“or can i?”

you shake your head. “don’t.”

maybe clearing the tension that’s been building like a twentieth century skyscraper inside of you will sort you out. or you could just say fuck it. the world’s ended anyways.

negan surely fucks a finger stationed inside of you back and forth. twisting and testing the waters before adding another. the extra finger curls inside you deliciously while he utilizes another to play around your clit.

the attention he’s paying to your once undisturbed nether regions is enough to have you creaking and moaning like an old door hinge and hinging forward into negan. he’s quick to let you fall forward into his arms. the sudden acceptance is all he needs to speed up.

“i know that feels good, honey.”

“mhmm,” you murmur into his shoulder.

there’s a spot inside of you that he’s massaging just right and another on your exterior; an x doesn’t need to mark the spot for him to rile up your clit. slow, lazy circles have you grinding against him on the table. how can you bemoan him when he’s about to pull the perfect release from you?

you know that because your breath is picking up again and you’re blubbering into his sturdy shoulder. those motions are telltale. mrs. smith’s memory hasn’t kept this man celibate.

the widower has his hand on your back again and the hand beneath you has its own task. the task at hand is executed with more skill than any boy you’d ever fooled around with in college or anyone who came after - not that there were many given how things had gone. you’d like to think that if shit hadn’t hit the fan, you would’ve settled down with someone like mr. smith but younger. this would have to do.

“clenchin’ so tight just around my fingers, baby. you always had the hots for me?”

you shake your head no truthfully. “this is the hots?”

“you feel hot down there baby, and my are you hot.” he lands the compliment with a kiss. you lean in, letting his tongue slip into your mouth because you’re too occupied with the build up brewing inside of you.

one glance down between you two and you see his fingers pumping. your heart rate jumps when you see the addition of another and now you’re being stretched out on his fingers on this table.

“god, you’re gorgeous. what a sweet little thing to have fallen into my lap.”

you curl further into his lap, legs now around him and his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. all he has to do is curl his fingers and you’re yowling. “mhm, they’re deep.” you say, brain just observing.

“too deep?”

“no.”

thus, they plunge further. until the extra finger on the outside is stirring up more than your slick and heat courses through you. you shudder against negan but that doesn’t stop his routine. the shape of his fingers change inside of you and you’re bucking against him to feel each one.

“fuck, i’m gonna come,” you don’t want to say it out loud but you do anyways.

“on my fingers?” negan sniggers. “you poor thing. c’mon now, i know it must’ve been a while.” he presses the pad of his thumb against your clit. “just let go, honey, it’ll help.”

and it does.

letting your lizard brain take the lead is all you need for your mind to go blank. if even for a second, it releases the anxiety and the anger that’d consumed you. you pulse and clamp down around his digits until suddenly he’s not moving at all but you’re rotating your hips against him.

riding out such a feeling, you blink the tears out of your eyes and do a double take once you notice negan removing his fingers and starting on his belt.

“what’re you doing?” you question, pussy still pulsing with a mind of its own.

“if you thought that helped you relax, this will put you to sleep. no more sleeping pills for you, darlin’.”

“how did you know about that?”

“doctor carson doesn’t keep secrets from me. he didn’t need to tell me you weren’t adjusting well either.” negan states matter-of-factly, then dropping his blue plaid boxers.

you’re not sure how you’re going to adjust to the sight you’re met with. the cock in front of you is larger than any you’ve ever seen before. if negan’s fingers had you losing it, this thing will ruin you.

“i don’t think it’s gonna fit,” you admit when his hands land on your hips.

the distance between your needy bare entrance and his thick dick is only inches now. you shudder at the longing that’s whipping you and your thoughts around. you moan when he slides his hard, veiny cock against your entrance, slapping it against you once for good measure.

“nope, you’re tougher than you think.”

you meet his eyes again as if to question him. sure, he feels good against you but this is next level. better than fiction but what would happen after you both got your orgasms out of the way?

there’s no time for you to speculate because his lips are on yours again and you feel him lining himself up against you. “you want me to fuck all those fears out of your head, honey? you wanna feel good?”

how can you say no to that?

one nod of your head and his tip is teasing you. it takes you telling him, “please, put it in. i want it,” and then he’s plunging inside.

your face scrunches as a little burn becomes prominent from his size, but he kisses the lines away from your face. your temple, your nose, your lips, your cheek, he’s kissing you, saying, “good girl. you’re doing fantastic.”

you just eat up the praise and look down to see your pussy devouring him whole. the first two or three inches were a struggle just from lack of use but your lack of pleasure - the near sexual deprivation you’d experienced since shit hit the fan - overcomes it, and is pleasantly fulfilled.

in and out of you, negan works his hips and you can’t be happier. could a man you’d branded a psycho just minutes before be so adept at addressing your pleasure?

seems like it.

“god, you fuck well for a gym teacher.”

negan won’t let the snide comment slide so he wraps up his tour of purple rain against your collarbone to simper at you. “yeah, and for a frigid bitch, this pussy is hot and ready.”

“maybe i’m one of those dumb girls who’s attracted to psychos and serial killers?” you ponder playfully and wrap your arms negan’s neck to pull him in closer.

“oh, i’m gonna fuck you dumb, honey, don’t worry.” and with a roll of his hips, you have no reason to worry he won’t live up to his words.

you whine when he suddenly rams into you. his girth juts along your tight, inner walls. you meet his gaze again and just looking at his smug face has you tightening around him.

“god, baby, did you just fuckin’ squeeze me?”

“can you adjust?”

he grunts. “can you?”

you don’t have time to ask what you could possibly have to adapt to next because negan’s turning you into your stomach onto the table, tossing his leather jacket down for you to bury your face into. his absence from between your thighs brings on another whine but one moment of motion and now you feel him flush against your back, filling you to the brink with his cock.

“yeah, bet that brain can’t even think about an escape plan with that dumb little pussy stuffed so full. you gonna’ be able to walk tomorrow, honey?” he asks you tenderly as if he’s not on the verge of taking out your cervix.

“ne-negan! sto-,”

“-stop what?” he gyrates his hips nice and slow into you, dragging on the sensitive insides of your poor, overstimulated little cunt. “stop fucking you? because the way your pussy is clampin’ down, i don’t even know how i’m backing out of here baby.”

“don’t!” you beg.

“what?” he leans down to take your chin in his hands and see the angsty, pleasure induced tear starting to roll down your cheek. “god, you even look pretty when you cry. fuckin’ face like that.”

hips are stammering and negan’s words burn straight through to your core. he moans like a motherfucker when he feels the squeeze of your clingy little core on him. haywire all of this had gone, and now your climax is taking you over the edge.

“negan, don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t be an asshole,” you’re pleading.

he’s back to spearing you on his cock, leveraging your hips and throwing his head back. “don’t think i could, baby. not with a pussy this fucking fantastic.”

the praise is what does you in for the second time. any thought of undead nurses or public floggings leaves your brain and all you’re left with is the molten hot pleasure exploding inside of you. negan’s hand drifts down to your clit to have you absolutely crushing his cock.

“god, doll, you’re fuckin’ tight. so fuckin’ hot when you come like that. gonna have me doing a fuckin’ one and done for now.”

the huskiness of his voice and the twitch of him against your walls only eggs you on. your eyes are shut tight but you he’s all you can imagine. head on top of his jacket, you breathe in his scent, musky with a hint of the same cologne he wore back at school, and you’re creaming around him.

“fuck, doll!”

and he’s shooting his cream inside of you. the warmth fills you up and you no longer have the energy to move. any gyration of your hips has halted. a few more thrusts and he’s in the same boat. he collapses atop you for just a moment before pulling out and padding towards the table against the wall laden with napkins and refreshments that were supposed to be for the meeting.

you don’t turn your head but you can hear him grabbing some paper towels off the roll and clutching some other things.

“just gonna wipe between your legs,” he instructs and you let him.

your forehead against the table and those pretty eyes squeezed shut has negan rethinking a thing or two. suddenly he’s regretting not fucking you like the sweet thing you are. you deserved better than a table - at least his soft, king sized mattress if not a cloud.

once he finishes, he pats your back and nudges you up where he’s waiting with a water bottle - already open with the cap off. you accept with no issue and gulp the mini-sized bottle down easily.

“listen, why don’t you have dinner with the girls and i tonight? i’m not gonna give you your shotgun back just yet, but might change your mind about some things.”

#the walking dead #negan smith #negan smith smut #jeffrey dean morgan #twd smut #twd #twd imagine #twd negan #negan smith x reader #negan smith imagine #not beta read #i hope you liked this anon! kinda veered off but this had to get out of my drafts #let me know if we want a pt 2! kinda set the ending up for one #writing was lazy af but I haven’t been writing for the past two months so practice def helped #grimesgirll

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moghedien · 2 months ago

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HONESTLY THO can we talk about the angst of Aylin and Isobel’s separation from Isobel’s side of things

Because the angst from Aylin’s side is there and obvious and very very clearly a huge motivation for her actions and yeah it’s great. But Aylin is the immortal. Aylin was always going to be the one that watched Isobel die. They both always knew this, it just happened way before they expected and caused a whole lot of turmoil. And even with all her angst, Aylin is certain that Isobel is dead and not coming back. She saw her body. She probably saw her buried. She probably say many of Ketheric’s vile attempts to bring her back before she was imprisoned. Isobel is dead and not coming back. Losing Isobel and then spending a century being tortured and bound as a means of helping Ketheric maintain profane power and immortality is like…so much and it’s driving her passion and anger when you meet her, but it’s also very obvious that’s what’s going on when you have the context. And when you have the context, it’s clear and it’s obvious to see.

But Isobel’s angst is just so subtle and steeped in uncertainty.

Isobel woke up and it seems like she didn’t even realize she had died. She describes it as nothing and then waking up. She doesn’t know how she died. She doesn’t remember dying at all. She just knows she woke up and it was a 100 years later and everything was very, very different.

Her father had been a Selunite when she died, and now he was gone from Selune to Shar to Myrkul. He went from being a seemingly good man and leader to a mass murdering undead necromancer who seemingly began committing atrocity after atrocity as soon as her tomb was shut. He destroyed her home, her community and everyone in it, and defiled everything she has ever held dear. Apparently for her, even.

She has basically no answers for how any of this happened or what is going on, she just flees and hides until she can create a sanctuary for people who seem more or less to stumble in the dark too.

Like all of that has to be terribly confusing and consuming her mind, but that would only be made worse by her learning about Aylin.

Because Aylin isn’t supposed to die.

Isobel is supposed to be the one that would die one day. Aylin is immortal. They both knew this. Everyone that knew about them knew this. But then suddenly she’s waking up 100 years later in a very different world to her very changed father telling her that Aylin is dead.

It’s impossible, but looking at everything else that seemed to happen while she was “sleeping,” maybe it isn’t. Maybe Aylin is dead. Maybe somehow her immortal demigod mate died.

But maybe not

The only thing telling her that Aylin died is Ketheric who is now very clearly an unreliable source. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he isn’t. She literally has no way to know.

So if Ketheric is lying, then where’s Aylin? Did she somehow become corrupted like everything else she used to love? Is she being held prisoner? Did she just leave and move on once Isobel died? Again, she has little to indicate what could have happened. For all she knows, Aylin is off somewhere being the love of some other cleric’s life. It’s been 100 years after all.

And the worst part is that she has two pieces of evidence on Aylin’s fate that seem to contradict each other. She has her father telling her that Aylin is long dead. Then she has Marcus. Someone that she knew and interacted with before you arrive at Last Light, arriving with a newly acquired set of wings. She doesn’t know where those wings came from, of course. But her father sends a goon to kidnap her with a set of wings they didn’t have even days ago? She would suspect the source. She would know that he was being intentional about that. So where would he have gotten a fresh set of wings if the only angel around was long dead?

While Aylin is no doubt like tragic in this situation, she never ever had reason to hope Isobel was alive. She never suspects it. All of her angst around Isobel is mourning and vengeance.

Isobel on the other hand has no idea what happened to Aylin. Aylin isn’t supposed to be able to die, and yet she’s dead. She’s supposed to be dead, yet Ketheric seems to be getting fresh body parts from her. He seems to be doing that, but it could be lies to trick her. Aylin might be alive and well. Aylin might be dead. Aylin might be evil and corrupted. Aylin might be helping Ketheric for all she knows. Isobel has no way of knowing anything and the worst part is, she can’t go try to figure it out.

If she leaves, everyone in the inn will die. Even if she somehow can leave without innocents dying, she can’t put herself anywhere near Ketheric since he clearly seems willing to hurt her emotionally now. He’ll probably do more the next time he has a chance. Who knows what he would do to make her stay if she went looking for answers there. Who knows what damage he could do if she gets the one thing he wanted.

Literally all Isobel can do is sit at the inn and pray to Selune for answers, or better yet for Aylin.

But Selune doesn’t seem to be providing the answers she wants, and if you play as a Selunite, Isobel hints at how much that is angering her.

#isobel thorm #dame aylin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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shysuccubusstuff · 10 months ago

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itto's special days:

Content: Female reader (so female anatomy), size kink, heat, breeding kink.

Note: I'm still trying to learn how to write more gender neutral stuff but I always end up making it so difficult to imagine any other thing :(( I'm sorry for those that do not read this type of content! This is kinda messy, so any suggestions are abs valid! This is not revised so there may be grammar issues or simiar stuff :(

Itto is always so naive and innocent that it is no surprise that when you finally get enough courage to ask him out, he doesn't even think about it, quickly saying yes to your confession despite the surprised looks of the gang.

The first days are just the same as before you and him were partners, running around Inazuma having fun while avoiding that Itto got in trouble in any type of way. At first it was fun, at least you didn't have to endure that ankward phase during the first period of time when the couple has recently begin, but you desired for both of you to get some alone time, so you finally decided to talk it with the rest of the gang (except itto), they all quickly agreed, even apologizing for not being able to read the room, so they decided to give you a few days for you to spend time with him.

The next morning you woke up, losing no time to get to itto's home, he was still slept when you arrived, so you entered, he was still laying in bed, sheets tangled around his legs and body, mouth slightly open and messy hair pointing all directions. You let a small laugh out, he looked so cute and goofy at the same time, as if he had heared you, his body suddenly moved, the sheets allowing you to see his whole chest exposed, his muscles flexing as he moved, why was it getting kind of...perverted?

You decided to leave him be, going to buy a few ingredients to make him something to eat as some kind of loving act, but when you arrived everything went downhill...

Itto was in his bed still, but now he was completely awaken, body sweating buckets, hair sticking to his body, the sheets were laying on the floor and itto kept on moving in his bed, you quickly left the ingredients and sat close to him, putting your hands on his forehead, his temperature was so high that it was almost scary.

"Hey Itto, are you ok?" You asked, your voice a little shacky from the tense moment, he slowly turned, eyes foggy and dilatated pupils.

"Hey... oh uhm... yeah, just kinda... sick? I think I caugh something last night after throwing myself into the sea... not a good idea, I should have listened to you all" He chuckled a little, trying to turn around in the bed, the sheets were still tangled around his body, so he was unable to completely move. You got close to him, helping him to move around and acommodating the sheets so he had no trouble moving. He smiled softly, not talking as much as he did the rest of days.

"Compadre, you should not come here, it would be real bad if you got sick you know? I'm a strong oni, so of course I have no issue with some little cold--" Just as he said that, he almost faded, eyes completely unfocused and a lost expression.

"Itto, you're definitly not good by yourself, just wait a moment, I'll go buy some medicine!" You were about to leave the room, but he quickly grabbed you, his hand feeling extremely hot, his grip was strong, but he quickly weakened it as soon as he realized how much pressure he had made on your small wrist (at least compared to her big hand).

"Could you...stay with me? I mean, I think I'm feeling a lil' better since you came..." Itto's eyes looked almost like the ones of a puppy, big and teary eyes, you were perhaps way too enchanted with him to realize how Itto's marks (the ones that surrounded all of his body) were starting to get... larger? Their colour was changing to a darker tone of red, even his horns were a little bigger than usual. You allowed him to push you closer to him, perhaps way too close for what you were used to be. He let you stay there, maybe too far from him as he would like, but he was not as sick as to not realize how tense you were. So he tried to hide it, his raging erection hurting a little under the sheets, almost making him cry everytime his member made any type of contact against the fabric. He tried to hard to control himself, you had started to go out not long time ago, so of course he couldn't just jump on top of you, taking you right there and now! That was until you decided to get (way too) close to him, your hand caressing his forehead, your other hand supporting yourself on his chest, the clothes that you were wearing allowed him to catch a small glimpse of your chest, his mind getting even more foggy just from imagining how he wanted to take you from the hips and kiss that beautiful skin that was making him lose the little sanity he had left. So he just did, he suddenly moved, his big hands surrounding your hips, he took your whole body as if you were made of the lightest material and put you on top of him, his erection pushing against your butt, his hand running against your clothing.

"Hey... I'm so sorry baby, I... I think my uh... my oni nature is kind of awaking?... Grandma told me a little about it but I never paid too much attention cause... you know, I'm the great Itto, of course I was not going to fall for some dumb inherent thing, you know?... My...my mind is so dizzy right now, it's just like that time when the gang tried to celebrate by drinking so much sake..." He tried to speak, his words sometimes mumbled rather than spoken. You tried to pay attention to his words, you really tried, but the feeling of both his member against your lower half and how there was a lingering sweet smell surrounding the air made it so difficult, you were also starting to feel light-headed.

"Do you...do you think you can help me, baby? Please...I'll promise I'll control it better next time, but my...thing is hurting so bad, will you help me please? Pretty please, I'm sure your cute little womb can help me, yeah?" His fangs were bigger, somehow resembling more the ones that onis tended to have in paintings. You silently nodded, your body was in flames and your head was not that able to make cohesive sentences. Just as soon as he saw you nod, he quickly got on top of you, uncovering his completely naked body, his muscles were shiny from the sweat that was running down his whole body, he lost no time, his hands pulling from your clothes and somehow breaking all the clothes that were getting in the way of what he wanted so badly. There you were, under him, your body was completely naked, you tried to hide it a little, kind of ashamed as it was the first time that he had seen you completely naked, but he quickly took your hands, putting each on the sides of your head and kissing your lips, you were able to feel his raging erection on your stomach.

"I'm sorry... I don't think I'll be able to keep it any longer, but I promise it won't hurt, the oni heat is able to cause some kind of fake heat on normal humans..." Despite the whole situation, Itto was still as innocent as always, always caring about the people he loved and trying to avoid hurting them as much as possible. He positioned his length and slowly inserted, letting a deep groan when he finally put his whole thing inside of you, he was making you feel stuffed, almost making you cry from the overstimulation.

Without losing any more time, he took your body, letting your legs be wrapped around his torso and moving his hips as if he was only able to chase his own release, the whole bedroom was surrounded with dirty sounds, from moans to slaps that formed from the contact of your bodies. Your slick allowed him to move as fast as he wanted, his hands still intertwined with yours, his mind was completly lost at that point, only being able to hear small beggings and pleas from him "Baby... i love you so much... i love you i love you... let me fill you up... let me get that pretty pussy filled with my seed... i'll be such a good father... god, you're taking me so good... i'm sorry i'm sorry... i'm being so rough with you... but I don't think I would be able to stop even if I wanted..." You were able to feel how his member started to twitch, so you knew he was close to releasing himself, he suddenly moved you, he was still on top of you but you were somehow able to see his whole chest and face on top of you, your brain had turned into mush by the moment you were able to hear Itto babble something "Gonna cum, gonna make you a mommy... God you're so pretty... so pretty baby..." Just as soon as you felt his seed filling your womb, he kissed your neck, leaving bitting marks all over it and then kissing your lips, your body becoming limp as soon as he filled you, almost feeling as if your tummy had also been filled.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, he took you in between his arms, your bodies still sticky from all the "exercise" you both had done. "I uh...kinda went overboard there... I swear that as soon as I gain some strength in my legs i'll go running to get you something... I'm sorry for being so rough baby... My mind kind of... blacked out?" He peppered some kisses all over your face, cleaning some of the salive that fell from your lips during the whole thing. He put you on top of his chest, being able to hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, making you quickly doze off.

#arataki itto #itto smut #itto x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact headcanons #x reader #smut #female rea #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin itto

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fangirlwriting-stories · 9 months ago

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Easier When Unknown

Summary: Danny could have imagined his life would be interesting after everyone learned his secret, but he didn't think it would be this different.

Author's Note: A phic phight fanfiction! Here are the two prompts:

AU where no one knew Danny was Phantom until PP (or some alternate big reveal of the author's choice). Sam and Tucker are sure that a famous hero like Danny Phantom is too cool to be their friend again, especially since they haven't talked since before freshman year of high school. Danny just wants to be part of the trio again and has no idea how to ask.

Danny finds out that Sam's been being bullied at school and has been hiding it from him and Tucker out of embarrassment.

...

Danny’s life definitely didn’t get easier after his identity was revealed, but it didn’t get that much harder, which was good. Right?

Or, well, that was a little bit of an oversimplification. His life definitely got harder in a lot of ways. People stared at him wherever he went. Suddenly all of the popular kids at school wanted to be best friends with him, like he couldn’t see through that change of pace from a mile away. There were news stations constantly vying for the first interview with the half-ghost kid who defeated the Ghost King.

But his parents stopped hunting him. And they were going to try to work things out. And Jazz revealed that she’d actually known for a while now, and that made her more ready to adapt to everything, and she didn’t treat him like anything had changed.

And all of that kind of evened it out, at the end of the day. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure he was ready to go from town’s enemy to world’s hero.

Because that was another part of this: word of Amity Park, ghosts in general, and what he’d done had been spreading like wildfire since he’d put Pariah Dark back in his coffin. Suddenly everyone was talking about him, and everyone knew him, and, as stated with the aforementioned journalists, everyone wanted to talk to him. He woke up every day to see news trucks that were local and ones that were very much not right outside his house. He’d flown intangibly to school every day for the past month.

Ancients, all this fame needed to die down soon. He wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take.

He was often so caught up in everything changing all at once, however, that he didn’t have much of a chance to think about things he might want to happen. Which was why he was a little caught off guard that morning. He was running from the daily mob of screaming girls who wanted his autograph (which was never something he thought he’d get sick of), and after getting at least a little bit of a lead on them, he turned intangible and dove through the door to the janitor’s closet, then turned back to normal and rested his hands on his knees, panting slightly to catch his breath.

“Uh,” came a very familiar female voice, and Danny’s head shot up. He found standing on the other side of the closet the one part of his life that hadn’t changed.

And for a long, long moment, he and Sam and Tucker just stared at each other.

Danny’s feelings about Sam and Tucker had never been more mixed. They really were the one aspect of his life that stayed the same post identity-reveal-to-the-entire-world, and he couldn’t decide whether to thank them for the consistency or be pissed at them for the audacity.

Because he hadn’t talked to Sam and Tucker since the beginning of Freshman year.

And then his secret was revealed to the entire world.

And he still hadn’t talked to Sam and Tucker since the beginning of Freshman year.

“Uh,” Danny said finally, because they couldn’t just all keep staring at each other. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Tucker said. Sam nodded in acknowledgement.

Really, guys. Work with him a little bit, please?

“Are you hiding from people too?” Danny asked, pushing himself up using his knees.

“Yeah,” Sam said.

“I didn’t think you’d be hiding from anyone anymore,” Tucker said, and Danny didn’t miss the tinge of bitterness in his voice.

“Um,” Danny said. He didn’t seem to have any more words for Sam and Tucker than he had a year and a half ago.

“Danny!” came from outside the closet, and Danny whirled around instinctually. “Get back here! What makes you think you can run from me?”

“Hey you mind if I hang out here for a bit cool thanks,” Danny said, moving across the closet until he was right across from Sam and Tucker. A second later, the door handle started jiggling, and Danny turned intangible, even though he could feel Sam and Tucker’s stares.

The door swung open and Paulina poked her head in.

“Oh, it’s just you two,” she said, disappointment obvious in her voice. A second later, she perked up. “Hey, you haven’t seen Danny, have you?”

“No,” Sam said, crossing her arms. “Would you back off? We’re trying to hide in a closet here.”

Paulina laughed. “Sure, okay. Have fun, losers.” She slammed the door after herself.

Danny dropped the intangibility as soon as she was gone with a sigh of relief. “Thanks,” he said to Sam and Tucker.

“Don’t mention it,” Sam grumbled, and leaned back against the shelf behind her. “I’m surprised you didn’t want to see her, though.”

“Honestly, yeah,” Tucker agreed, giving him a weird look. “Never thought I’d see the day you’d turn down Paulina.”

“It’s not that,” Danny said. “I mean she… she’s not…”

The warning bell rang, and all three of them looked towards the door, where they could hear it outside. For a second afterwards, none of them moved.

Sam did first, pushing herself off the shelf. “Bye,” she said, starting towards the door. Tucker followed her closely.

Danny tried not to make his deflation obvious. “Yeah, okay,” he muttered. He turned intangible again, and slipped through the floor, rather than try and go past them.

It was only when he actually made it to his homeroom that he realized he still had no idea why Sam and Tucker were in that closet.

…

“Hey, Fenturd— I mean Fenton!”

Danny heaved an internal sigh and looked up from his tray of food to find Dash and Kwan walking up to his table.

“Are these seats taken?” Dash asked with a grin, gesturing at the as-of-yet empty table around him. He’d gotten to lunch early in order to try and hang on to one.

“Yeah,” Danny said to Dash, leaning over to rest his chin on his hand in what was intended to be a representation of how little he wanted them here. “I’m holding it for all of the ghosts that are going to show up during lunch and blast you across the room.”

“Ha, you’re a riot Fenton!” Dash said, completely ignoring Danny’s tone and face and sliding into the seat next to him. Danny cringed and didn’t bother to hide it, sliding as far away from Dash as he could. Unfortunately, Dash just slid right down after him, which resulted in Danny nearly being pushed off the bench and Dash not noticing.

Kwan followed his lead and took the seat across from Danny, meaning Danny was forced to look in boredom to the side to avoid both of their gazes. He waited a couple extra seconds, but eventually it became clear that neither of them were going to move. So, Danny sighed, resigned himself to his life, and picked up one of his terrible school-lunch chicken nuggets.

“So, we were both thinking that maybe you could come watch one of our practices!” Dash called, slinging an arm around Danny’s shoulder. “The football team’s, I mean.”

“Why would I do that?” Danny asked, making his shoulder go intangible just long enough for Dash’s arm to fall through.

“Well I mean, it would be neat to have you there,” Dash said, glancing across the table at Kwan. “Right Kwan?”

“Totally,” Kwan agreed with a grin of his own. “And I mean, you’re pretty good with athletic stuff. You know, when you’re a cool ghost fighting superhero and not a weak dweeb. Maybe you could come as Phantom, you know, show us some tricks!”

“Gee, that sounds great,” Danny deadpanned. “So am I just supposed to ignore the insults in there, or…?”

“Hey,” came Paulina’s voice, and Danny turned around to see her walking up behind them all. “Can’t you two leave him alone? It’s clear he doesn’t want to be bothered by you.”

Danny blinked in surprise. He really hadn’t expected Paulina to pick up on that. Maybe she actually—

“He’d clearly rather be sitting with me!” Paulina said, reaching down and pulling Danny up by his arm.

“Okay, that’s it!” Danny went intangible again and slipped out of Paulina’s grasp, then grabbed his lunch and walked out of the room, straight through the doors without bothering to open them.

He made his way out to the front steps of the school and sat down, and managed to get through at least a couple bites before he remembered the reason eating outside was also a bad idea. The reminder came in the form of a reporter and a camera man leaping out from what he thought was a normal van sitting across the street.

“Mr Fenton!” called one of them as he ran up towards the steps. “Or would you prefer Mr Phantom?”

“I’d prefer solitude,” Danny snapped, leaning back and away from them both.

“Oh absolutely! Just a couple of quick questions first of course, you wouldn’t mind.”

The door slammed open behind them, and Danny prepared himself for Dash or Paulina again when, to his surprise, Mr Lancer stepped down the steps and stopped right in front of him.

“You’re on school property,” he said, crossing his arms. “You have two minutes to get back in your van and drive away or I am calling the police.”

“Sir, can I ask, how long have you known that one of your students is dead?” the reporter asked, shoving a mic in Lancer’s face.

Lancer raised an eyebrow and pulled out his phone, then started dialing 911. Thankfully, the reporters turned and ran back across the street before he could finish.

Lancer turned back around as soon as they were gone. “Are you alright?” he asked, casting a concerned look down at Danny.

“Fine,” Danny muttered, picking up his tray and climbing to his feet. “You know. Great.”

Lancer looked at him for another second, then said, “Mr Fenton, come and eat your lunch in my classroom.”

“What? Why?”

“You can sit out of view from my door,” Lancer said. “It’ll give you a break from the crowds.”

Danny felt a knot in his chest loosen. “Really?”

Lancer gave him a sympathetic frown. “I can’t imagine it’s an easy thing to deal with all the time,” he said. He opened the door again and gestured for Danny to go first, so he did.

And for the first time in a while, he ate his lunch in silence.

…

He wasn’t expecting to see Sam and Tucker again that day. Most of the time his time at school was spent avoiding every single person he possibly could. The morning incident in the janitor’s closet had been a once in a blue moon event.

But, as fate would have it, there was a ghost attack during the last period, and after going and taking care of it (just the Box Ghost showing up as an irritation), he landed behind the school to find Sam and Tucker leaning against the wall and talking.

And while he’d originally come back here to try and avoid all of the cheers he’d get going right back into class, he was sort of regretting that decision now.

Sam and Tucker were clearly deep in conversation, but they noticed when he landed right in front of them, and then they all got to do a lovely repeat of that morning’s staring at each other.

“Hiding again?” Tucker asked eventually.

Danny nodded. “You too?”

Sam nodded.

Danny gave them a curious look. “From what?”

“Danny!”

Danny groaned audibly this time, as Star ran around the side of the building and straight for him.

“That was so cool the way you just flew off like that!” she called. “Not a second thought to how you might be putting yourself in danger!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Danny said, already starting to fly away. “Make my excuses in class, will you? Got to get this really dangerous ghost back to the portal right away and send him through to the ghost zone. Great thanks bye!”

He flew off maybe a little bit too quickly for the given situation, but he couldn’t stand another second there, and school was basically over anyway. He made it home pretty quickly, and thankfully wasn’t stopped by any news outlets on the way, though that was likely because he made the whole trip while intangible.

But while he made it inside without any fuss, as soon as he flew down to the lab he was greeted with his parents working on what looked like a weapon of some kind.

He winced. He was never quite able to stop the touch of fear that came with his parents working on a ghost weapon. After a second, though, he floated down to the ground anyway and changed back from his ghost form.

Both his parents startled and looked over at him.

“Danny,” his mom said. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah uh, ghost fight in last period,” Danny muttered, heading over towards the portal and attaching the thermos to it. “School was already basically over, so I just came home.” He hit the button on the side of the portal and sent the Box Ghost flying into the portal, crying out dramatically all the way.

“Well that’s nice,” Mom said, the tension in her voice obvious.

“Yeah, uh, anyway I have homework,” Danny said, starting for the steps. He had a feeling flying up through the ceiling wouldn’t be a great idea right now.

“Will we see you for dinner, Danno?” Dad asked. “We were hoping to all eat together tonight.”

Danny tightened his grip on the railing of the stairs. “Okay.”

He considered asking what they’d be having, but given the tension in the room he really didn’t think he could spend much more time in the lab.

So instead, he just said “See you later,” and headed upstairs.

It’s not that his parents had reacted badly to the Phantom news. They’d done the important stuff, they’d given him a huge apology and stopped actively hunting him. But none of them seemed to really know where they stood with each other anymore. Danny didn’t logically think they were going to hurt him anymore, but it was difficult to get rid of that fear response that for the longest time, it made sense to have.

But at the same time, he could tell it made them feel guilty to see him be scared of them. Jazz said it wasn’t his fault, and she was probably right. But he still hated it.

He started first for his bedroom, and made it part of the way through the living room when the front door opened and Jazz sprinted in, slamming the door shut on nearly a dozen reporters. Danny could still hear their voice through the door after it shut. Some were asking how it felt to be the brother of a hero, some were asking how long she’d known and how she’d found out, and some were asking how it felt to know her brother was dead.

Jazz heaved out a breath, though all of the reporters were still easily heard through the windows. Then she looked up and met eyes with Danny.

“Oh hey,” she said, clearly still exhausted. “How was school?”

Danny didn’t respond, instead gazing out the gap in the curtains to the people shoving cameras in it.

“Sorry,” he said to Jazz.

“Oh, don’t you dare,” Jazz said. “I know you hate them as much as I do.”

Danny sighed and looked down. “Yeah.”

“Are you doing okay?” Jazz asked hesitantly. “I’m sure it’s… a lot.”

Danny snorted. “Understatement.”

Jazz smiled a little. “Yeah.”

Danny turned to face her more directly, chewing on his lip. He’d avoided the topic with her so far, mostly because too much was going on, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been desperately curious. “Can I…” he said hesitantly. “Can I be like one of those awful reporters and ask you how you found out?”

Jazz rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not a reporter, you’re my brother. And I know if I tell you it’s not going to end up on the 5:00 news.”

She paused, and turned and glanced out the windows for a moment. “You want to go upstairs, though?”

“Yes,” Danny said immediately.

So they both ended up in Jazz’s room, sitting next to each other on her bed, with the curtains drawn tight in case the helicopters came back.

“I found out during the Spectra thing,” Jazz started. “I spotted you transforming.”

Danny nodded, thinking about that. “Okay,” he said quietly. “And… why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wanted to wait until you wanted to tell me,” Jazz said. She sighed, and glanced towards the windows. “I guess that didn’t really work out.”

“No,” Danny muttered. “But… I appreciate the sentiment.”

Jazz turned to look at him, concerned. “Are you doing okay? I mean, obviously not, just… you know.”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Danny said, rolling his eyes. “I always hoped that everyone would learn my secret in the aftermath of an exhausting battle when I was definitely not prepared for them to learn, and then I’d be hounded by literally everyone who suddenly feels entitled to my attention and my time. Dream come true, this is.”

“I’m really sorry it turned out this way,” Jazz said quietly.

Danny sighed. “Me too.”

“Is there anything I could do to be helpful?” Jazz asked.

“Do you know if anyone’s figured out time travel yet?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Dammit.”

There was a moment of silence, and Jazz said, “I mean it.”

Danny shook his head. “There’s nothing you could do that you aren’t already doing,” he said. “You’re not looking at me different. Like your entire worldview’s been flipped on its head. Which, I mean I guess for a lot of people it has, but… still. It’s nice that you’re not.”

Jazz was quiet for a moment, and then she reached over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. And despite how totally lame it was to hug his sister, Danny did the same back.

“Still, if you want me to stand in between you and anyone, just let me know,” Jazz said.

“I wouldn’t ask you do that,” Danny said, pulling back, though he was smiling a little. “I can just fly away from the news vans, and go intangible to get away from the helicopters. And Lancer already gave me permission to hide in his office during school hours if I ever need to.”

“Good,” Jazz said with a nod. She paused for a second, and Danny got the feeling she was about to ask something delicate. He was proven right when a second later she said, “And what about Sam and Tucker?”

“What about them?” Danny said, glaring away. “We’ve said about ten words to each other since everything happened. And about half of them are ‘um.’”

…Okay, so maybe he’s a little more bitter than he realized. He sighed.

“I can’t expect everything to suddenly change,” he said, turning back to Jazz. “Our falling out had nothing to do with Phantom.”

Or, it technically did. Their falling out had been because he constantly ditched them and left mid-way through hangouts. Because he was Phantom, and had to go fight whatever ghost had shown up. But they didn’t know that at the time. And it had been over a year since they’d talked. They had probably moved on.

“You should still talk to them,” Jazz said. “And I mean really talk to them.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t see much of an opportunity for that in between getting interrupted every ten seconds, either by classmates or reporters,” Danny said. He paused, and turned to look at Jazz as a realization struck him. “Hey, how are you doing with all that, by the way? It doesn’t look like the reporters are leaving you alone.”

“They’re definitely not,” Jazz said. “But I can handle myself. Besides, they tend to leave me alone as soon as they see you.”

Danny smiled a bit. “Glad I can take that off your shoulders for you.”

“Oh yeah, if anything you owe me,” Jazz said with a smile. “After everything I did for you?”

“I think I’ve saved your life three times now.”

“Do my dishes for a month and we’re even.”

Danny snorted. “Sure, you got it.” He took a deep breath, feeling lighter than he had when he got home.

“Hey, thanks, Jazz,” he said, looking over at her. “You’re surprisingly easy to talk to.”

“Anytime,” Jazz said, smiling warmly at him. “I mean it.”

…

The next day didn’t start much better, with flying invisibly to school and hiding in various places until first period starts, but Danny found himself in a better mood despite it. Talking with Jazz had helped, and knowing he’d have a quiet place to eat lunch helped too.

He still didn’t love being swarmed in the halls on his way to his first period after the warning bell rang, though. Maybe he could use his well-established reputation for being late for everything and just hide until the halls were empty between classes.

…Or would that not work anymore because everyone knew the reason?

Well, he’d give it a shot anyway.

First period was uneventful, thankfully, aside from everyone spending the period staring at him while he was trying to focus, which was nothing new. He could tell it was irritating both him and the teacher, however, because eventually he set his chalk down from writing math equations on the board.

“Anyone who doesn’t stop staring at Mr Fenton loses an entire letter grade on the next test,” he snapped. “This is school, this is not your free time. Mr Fenton, thank you for at least trying to pay attention.”

“Anytime,” Danny deadpanned, because he wasn’t about to turn down a compliment from a teacher, and he really was trying.

Apparently the threat of losing a letter grade was only enough to sway a couple students, though, likely the ones who hadn’t entirely given up on their grades like he had.

(Although maybe the administration would go easier on him now…?)

Either way, he managed to get at least some of the notes down by the end of the class, and going up to the teacher to ask if there was anything else he absolutely needed to have written down seemed to put him on his better side. Being a teacher’s favorite was also something he wasn’t used to.

And as a second bonus, staying behind and finishing the notes resulted in a late pass, meaning he could wait until everyone had filed out of the hallway.

Or at least, he thought that’s what he was doing.

Instead, as he turned a corner towards his next period, he stumbled across Dash shoving someone inside a locker. And instead of adding him to the bunch like he used to, when Dash spotting him he brightened.

“Fenton! You want to help me stuff these losers in here?”

“Not really,” Danny said, starting over towards them to help out whoever he was bullying. “You know, if you’re really trying to get on my good side, you might try—” he stopped as he reached the locker.

Well, apparently Dash really didn’t care about getting on his good side, because staring back out at him were Sam and Tucker.

“Uh, hey Danny,” Tucker said, waving at him from inside the locker.

Danny turned back to Dash, raising an eyebrow in what hopefully came across as “are you fucking kidding me.”

“Aw, come on, you’re not trying to say you still care about these losers,” Dash said, like the very idea was ridiculous. “You can hang out with anyone you want now! By the way, you’re still coming to football practice later, right?”

“Probably not,” Danny snapped. He held a hand out to Tucker, who grabbed it. Danny turned him intangible and pulled Tucker out until he could stand on the floor.

Tucker looked a little off balance after he let go, but Sam still grabbed his hand when he offered the same to her.

“Okay,” Tucker said as Danny set Sam down. “A little warning next time maybe?”

“Sorry,” Danny said. He glared back over at Dash. “Beat it.”

“Aw come on Fenton, you know I didn’t mean anything by it, I just—”

“Beat it or I tell everyone about that time you wet your pants after I saved your life from the Box Ghost.”

Dash went pale, and then quickly left.

“Wait,” Sam said. “Really?”

Danny snorted. “Oh yeah,” he said, turning back to face them. “I could tell you stories about what Dash is like when he’s in danger.” He paused, looking at them both in concern. “Are you guys okay?”

Sam glared away, crossing her arms. “Fine,” she muttered, a note in her voice that Danny couldn’t read.

“Thanks for the help,” Tucker said. And then they both turned around, clearly about to leave.

“Wait!” Danny yelled after them. “I— please.”

They both turned hesitantly back around.

“We’re late for class,” Sam said.

“I’ll tell them you got caught up in a ghost attack,” Danny said. “Just, please can we talk? Just once, and then we can be done. Okay?”

They both exchanged a glance, and seemed to say something to each other with their eyes that Danny couldn’t read anymore.

Finally, they turned back to face him, and they both nodded.

“Where?” Tucker asked.

Well, eventually the bell was going to ring, and then the hall would flood with people who wouldn’t leave them alone. And if they went outside, they’d be met with a similar problem, just with the news crews instead of students. And if they were going to pretend a ghost attack happened, they should probably go somewhere to make it at least a little more believable.

“How do you feel about the roof?” Danny asked.

“Uh,” Tucker said. “Have you been there?”

Danny nodded. “It’s… quiet. Sometimes.”

They were both quiet for another moment, then Sam nodded. “Okay.”

Danny started over to them, glanced at Tucker and said, “This is your warning,” and then grabbed them both by the arms, transformed, and flew them all up through the ceiling and onto the roof.

Tucker stumbled a little as Danny let go of him. “Okay,” he said. “Needed a different kind of warning there.”

Danny smiled a little bit. “Be glad you’ve never fallen through the floor in your sleep.”

“That’s not really something I’ve ever thought would happen to me,” Tucker said.

“Tell me about it.”

There’s a couple seconds of silence, and Tucker and Sam exchanged another glance.

Finally, Sam turned back to him and crossed her arms. “So,” she said. “You’re Phantom.”

Danny sighed. “Yeah.”

“Can I ask…” Tucker started. “I mean what— like how did you become— it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” he added quickly, holding up his hands. “You don’t have to.”

Danny looked at him for a second. It was definitely the same question he was sick of getting from other classmates and the reporters. But Tucker at least had given him an out. And if this really was going to be the last time they talked, he wanted them to know everything.

“You remember the portal in my parent’s lab?” he asked. “How I told you it just started working one day?”

Tucker nodded.

“That’s… not actually true. I turned it on. From… from inside.”

Tucker’s eyes widened. “Dude.”

Danny gave a short laugh. “Yeah.”

“What happened with the ghost fighting?” Sam asked. “I mean did you get pulled into that, or…?”

“What? No,” Danny said. “I mean, kind of, sure, but someone had to do it. I wasn’t going to let people get hurt.”

“But— you got hurt,” Sam said, gesturing at him. “All the time. We talked about it around you. Back when— when we were still talking.”

Danny shrugged. “I can take it. Normal humans can’t.”

The phrasing seemed to throw them off, which was fair, but he didn’t take it back. He wasn’t a normal human anymore.

“Still,” Sam said finally. “You should have told us. We could have helped you.”

Danny’s shoulders slumped. “I know,” he muttered. “I— I really didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“On the news?” Tucker asked. “Along with everyone else? Like we weren’t any different from them?”

Danny winced. “Yeah.”

A pause.

“If I knew everyone was going to find out, I would have told you first,” he added. “For what it’s worth.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam asked.

“It just… it felt so big,” Danny said, shaking his head. “And I didn’t know how you’d react. And… I’m sorry.”

Neither of them said anything for a minute. Danny wasn’t sure what exactly they were waiting for, but eventually he had to help fill the silence.

“How long has Dash been bothering you?” he asked.

Both of them immediately looked away.

“Oh, come on. You can’t make this conversation entirely about me.”

“We can’t?” Sam asked raising an eyebrow.

“No. That’s not fair to me or you.”

Sam glared away again.

“Pretty much since everyone found out,” Tucker said a second later. “I guess he figured he couldn’t mess with you anymore so he moved on to easier targets.”

Danny clenched his fists. “Asshole. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Tucker said.

“No, I just mean,” Danny gestured vaguely with his hands, not sure what he meant. “God, I’m so sick of him. Of all of them.”

Tucker gave him a look. “You really don’t like all the praise?”

Danny shrugged. “I dunno. I guess it beats being hunted.”

Tucker and Sam were both silent for a minute. Danny looked at them for a second and saw slight horror on their faces.

Oh. Maybe they hadn’t quite realized that part yet.

“You could have told me about Dash, you know,” Danny said, trying to stop them from thinking too much about that. “I would have helped.”

“We… kind of didn’t think you’d care,” Tucker said hesitantly.

Danny blinked. “What?” he asked.

“I mean, you are kind of a big deal now,” Sam said, gesturing at him.

Danny crossed his arms. “I’m sorry? Did you miss the part where I didn’t want to be?”

“No, I just mean—” Sam started.

“Yeah, I should go hang out with Dash, huh? Or start dating Paulina? Wouldn’t that be just great?”

Sam blinked at him. “Would it not?”

“Of course not,” Danny snapped. “None of them actually give a shit about me. They all just think it’ll get them something if they’re best friends with Phantom. They still don’t like Danny. I don’t want to be friends with people who only ever see one side of me. That—” he looked away. “That already didn’t work.”

“Oh,” Sam said quietly. “Sorry.”

Danny sighed. “It’s okay,” he muttered.

There was another long stretch of silence.

“That wasn’t the only reason, you know,” Sam said.

Danny looked up at her. “What wasn’t?”

“That we didn’t tell you. Or— I guess I can’t speak for Tucker. But it was just kind of embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?”

“I meant it when I said I noticed you were getting hurt all the time,” Sam said, looking down at the ground. “You’re fighting actual ghosts, and I’m supposed to come up to you and say ‘hey Dash is being mean to me?’”

Danny stared at her. “Sam,” he said. “Don’t be ridiculous. I would have put the ghosts on hold.”

“I don’t want to call you for backup every time I need help,” Sam snapped. “You’re not like— my bodyguard. Even if we had spoken in the last year.”

“Well, I appreciate the sentiment,” Danny said, because he did. “But you— I hate it when you guys are hurt.”

“We hate it when you’re hurt too,” Tucker said, looking pointedly at him. “It’s why we didn’t exactly love it when you pushed away while you were so obviously dealing with something.”

Danny winced. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I should have told you.”

“Yeah, you should have,” Tucker said. And then all of them stood there, none of them saying anything.

Tucker broke the silence again, this time with a sigh. “But for what it’s worth?” he said. “Thanks for saving everyone all the time. And for recently, with that weird ghost king guy.”

Danny nodded. “Anytime,” he said. He didn’t have to tell them the part about how he thought he was going to die. Again.

“And, you know, for what it’s worth?” he said instead. “Thanks for trying. While I was being an idiot. Sorry I didn’t let you help me.”

“How about this,” Tucker said. “We’ll be there to help you as Danny and Phantom if you kick Dash across the football field once or twice.”

Danny blinked, confused. “Huh?”

“That sound good to you, Sam?” Tucker asked, glancing at her.

“Yeah, I wanna see that,” Sam said with a nod. “And I’d like to learn how to kick some ghost butt.” She smirked over at Danny. “Maybe I’ll start with yours.”

“Wait, I thought,” Danny said, looking back and forth between them both. “I thought we said we’d be done after this.”

“Are you kidding? You think you’re getting rid of us again?” Sam asked. “Now that we finally know what’s been going on with you?”

“Sorry, you’re stuck with us this time,” Tucker said, crossing his arms with a grin. “Like we’re gonna let your total loser half go unacknowledged. You can’t be Phantom all the time. Sometimes you have to get teased for how much you like NASA.”

“Or get your butt kicked in Doomed,” Sam chimed in. She raised an eyebrow. “Sound good?”

Danny didn’t try to hide his smile at all, and instead he closed the space between the three of them and wrapped his arms around Sam and Tucker in a hug.

“That sounds great,” he said, meaning every word.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #jazz fenton #dash baxter #maddie fenton #jack fenton #phic phight #my fic

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Tongues and Teeth PT.8 (STP)

The next day,everyone woke up with one mission in mind-Find Hero.

Skeptic and Smitten had been quiet that morning as they extinguished the fire and prepared to set off,but as the day went on,they grew more confident,until they were almost like their outspoken selves again,and Paranoid found them to be leading the search for Hero,which he didn't object to.

"You really think Hero will want to see us?"Broken asked,preening the feathers on his arms for comfort,and Smitten threw the smaller bird a bright smile as he said,"Of course he will!He's our beloved Knight!He's always looked out for us."

But then Skeptic gave them all a more-realistic reply."But we also think something's up with him,so don't be surprised if he's acting weird."

Smitten shot the other a glare for dampening the mood,but Skeptic just shrugged,and looked ahead again.

Paranoid looked over at Oppy from the other end of their group,to find him already looking over at him, and Oppy just gave him a wide and self-assured smile while straightening up,before he subtley shifted the smile to a soft one,which only lasted a second,lifting the mask for a single moment,just for Paranoid.

It shouldn't of calmed him as much as it did.

They kept walking for about a half an hour without any luck,when Contrarian slid up next to him, nudging him lightly as he said,"Hey."

Paranoid looked down at him in confusion."Hey?"

Contrarian smiled,but it looked nervous,and he kept his eyes on the ground as he asked,"So,uh,just wanted to ask-let's say we do find Hero,and it's all 'yay the gang's back together!'and-um-"

"What is it?"

"Well,I was just wondering...what do we do after that?"

Paranoid bit his lip to stop a burst of anxious laughter from escaping,because that was the exact question that he had been avoiding like the plague.

There's nothing Paranoid feared more than the unknown,because it was so easy for something to surprise them,and that was where Paranoid came in-to worry about everything and not trust anybody.It was his job to keep them alert and worried,because nothing made sense in that cabin, and that meant that they were in danger of everything.

Right now,it was just a different predicament with the same worries.How do they stay safe?Who can they trust?What's really going on here?Just because there wasn't an Echo looming over their heads anymore,doesn't mean that there couldn't be another being pulling the strings.

His chant was always in the back of his throat,ready to keep everyone from falling apart and succumbing to the numbness of death.But after they found Hero-would they need to be that scared anymore?

There wasn't a cabin.There wasn't a princess.There wasn't an Echo.

There were still monsters,and there was still the woods with paths to walk,but that didn't answer Contrarian's question,because the truth was-Paranoid didn't know.

He didn't know what to do after they've found Hero, and that terrified him.

It had been easy to ignore at first,when they were busy with finding the others,but now that the flock was almost complete,that dreaded question was rearing its ugly head again,and Paranoid wanted to just run away from it forever.

Contrarian could clearly sense Paranoid's floundering,and just as he was about to speak,Cold came up on Paranoid's other side,silent,but Paranoid's learned to sense his presence.

"Does it matter?"Cold asked,looking over Paranoid's head and down at Contrarian,who was surprised at his words."What?"

"Does it matter what happens afterwards?"Cold asked,"Asking questions like that just seem pointless to me.Agonising over the future takes all the fun out of it if you ask me.Besides,"then Cold looked ahead again and shrugged,"it can't be that awful if we're all still together.We won't find out alone."

Contrarian gazed up at Cold with a blank look on his face,before a bright grin split his face.He giggled as he said,"Yeah,I can get behind that!"

Surprisingly,Paranoid found that he could too.The unknown suddenly seemed less scary when he thought about going into it with his flock as well. Paranoid wasn't used to positivity,but for once,he found that things might not be that bad going forward.

But then he soon realised that positivity was a load of bullshit.

Skeptic and Smitten stopped at a particularly thick wall of bushes.Skeptic turned around and gave Stubborn a look,cocking his head towards the green wall."You're up,big guy."

Paranoid only managed to catch a flash of Stubborn and his manic smile,before he rushed forward,ripping the bushes to shreds with overjoyed laughter.

Skeptic only stopped him when Stubborn began to stomp on the torn leaves,and he had to physically pull him away from the mess.

Skeptic turned back around-and froze-and Paranoid could swear that Smitten was shaking with a look of horror in his eyes.

"What's the hold up?"Cheated asked,as they were blocking the sight in front of them.A nagging fear whispered in the back of Paranoid's mind,as neither Skeptic nor Smitten answered them.

Cheated sighed in annoyance,then pushed himself to the front,until he was shoving the two birds away as he angrily said,"What the hell is wrong with you-"

Until they all saw it.

There was a hill.A tall hill where the sun shone down invitingly on the soft looking grass,practically begging for them to stop and rest.But at the top of that hill-was a cabin.

A cabin.

No.

No no no no no no no!

"Why is there a cabin?"Contrarian asked,pure fear in his voice,despite the frozen smile on his face. Skeptic stammered,for once offering no logical explanation or helpful questions to the conversation.

Paranoid clutched the feathers on his chest, shoulders rising up in tension as he couldn't stop staring at that fucking cabin.

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

Paranoid believed that they were waiting for someone to narrate their next steps.

But then there was a flash of movement from farther away,a blur of black that had Paranoid momentarily come out of his petrified state.

"Hero?"he whispered,and then he saw Hunted's wings twitch as he turned to look at Paranoid,and nodded once.

It was him.

"Hero!"Paranoid yelled,pushing past everyone and effectively shaking them out of whatever blind terror that had come over them.As soon as he passed Skeptic,any and all fear was being mixed with determination to reach their leader,and suddenly there was no cabin,no path,no woods-only Hero.

He ran out onto the field,yelling,"Hero!"and saw the way Hero froze,then looked over at him,only for Paranoid to feel a wave of grief hit him,and tears welled up in his eyes.

God-he looked so much like the Long Quiet that it hurt.

Paranoid pushed past the grief,instead waving his arms out and going,"Hero!We're all here,Hero!"He motioned back towards the others,who had started to excitedly run up to him,all smiling and calling Hero over.

But then Paranoid studied Hero's face,and all he saw was despair.

Their eyes locked,and then Hero sprinted for the cabin.

"What's he doing?"Oppy yelled,but Paranoid couldn't figure it out.All he knew was that he had to reach the cabin first.

So he ran."Heart,lungs,liver,nerves.Heart,lungs, liver,nerves."He said his chant with a biting tone,as if it was a curse instead of a life-saving mantra.

Behind him,he heard flapping and the others screaming Hero's name,pleading for Hero to stop, but he didn't even turn to look back at them.

They had gotten halfway up the hill,with Hero a little ahead of them,when Hunted suddenly screamed,"More danger to the right!"

Paranoid stopped in his tracks,just as a monster burst from the trees,its body a cylindrical shape with arms for legs,but it seemed much better at moving than the first monster they encountered. But the worst thing about this monster,in Paranoid's opinion,were the eyes that covered its entire body.

Immediately,there was that horrible itching sensation of needing to scratch and claw at every inch of his body that those eyes were looking at.He didn't want that creature looking at him.He didn't want people watching him!

He whimpered,running a hand down his face aggressively,when he heard a roar cry be let out, and he made himself to look,as the monster came barrelling towards their group,and Stubborn and Cheated ran to meet it,a fire in their eyes,ready to fight and protect.

Everything erupted into chaos immediately.Skeptic and Cold were quick to shoot into the sky and join the battle,while Broken clutched Hunted's hand, who didn't look like he was going to leave the smaller bird's side anytime soon.Contrarian was in the sky as well,but with a mischievous grin on his face that had Smitten holding him back from the fight,and likely stopping him from making it worse.

Paranoid made the mistake of glancing at the monster again,and he felt his whole body shudder as the sight of all those eyes,and he felt like his body needed to run away and stay completely still at the same time.He didn't know what to do.He didn't know what would keep him from losing his mind.

Thankfully,someone made the choice for him.

"Come on,Jitters!Let's go!"

Paranoid yelped in surprise as Oppy grabbed him and hauled him into the sky,flying straight for the cabin-the same place that Hero was aiming for.

He wanted to turn back around and see his flock, but one sound of that hideous monster attacking kept his head fixed straight ahead.

He felt Oppy squeeze his arms once,then lowered his head to whisper in his ear,"Bring him back to us, Jitters."before letting go.

He grunted as his knees hit the ground,but he just gritted his teeth and made himself keep moving, bolting over to the cabin,which Hero was also making a beeline for.

This close,Paranoid could hear Hero's frantic panting,and see the utter desperation in his eyes. He wouldn't look at Paranoid.

They both ran,closer and closer to the door,until they both shot their arms out.

Hero's fingers curled around the handle-

-but Paranoid gripped Hero's wrist tighter,almost tearing skin with his claws,forbidding him from turning the handle.

They both crashed to their knees in front of the door,practically slamming into the wood,and all there was,was the sound of their panting,and the fight behind them.

He felt Hero wriggle in his grip.

"Do not fucking move!"he snarled,twisting his head to glare at Hero,who was leaning his forhead against the door,a defeated look in his eyes.

They sat like that for a few seconds,catching their breath,until the anger slowly left Paranoid's body, and all that was left was concern.

"Hero,"he whispered,"what's wrong?What are you doing?"

Hero closed his eyes,his face scrunching up in confliction.Then,he said,"I need to get in there."

"No,we can't-"

"I need to see Him again."

Paranoid froze,and when Hero opened his eyes, there were tears threatening to spill.

"What do you mean?"Paranoid softly asked,and it suddenly felt like it was just them in the world now, like how it had been when they faced the Nightmare together.

Hero tried to breathe,but it came out as more of a gasp as he said,"I just need to go into the cabin and find Him again.Then everything will be alright."

"How do you know that?How do you know that everything will be okay?"

Hero's silence gave him his answer.

He felt Hero try to break free,but Paranoid kept an iron hold on his wrist,and he scooted closer and leaned his head down to say,"Hero,we can't risk whatever it is you're trying to do.It's not worth it."

He saw Hero's eyes flash with pain at his words,and he just stared at the door almost longingly for a minute or two,and Paranoid could tell that Hero's mind was somewhere far away,probably somewhere with a path of death and repetition and change.

Hero kept staring at the cabin door,until there were tears falling down his face,and he started to quietly sob,his body trembling in grief.

Paranoid just stared at him as Hero whispered,"I didn't know."

Paranoid opened his mouth to reply,but once he started,Hero didn't stop.

"I-I didn't know.I didn't know He would leave us.I thought-I thought that we'd get to go with Him."

He paused as another sob escaped from him, squeezing his eyes shut as his grip on the handle tightened before going slack,then tightening again.

The tears ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his feathers,letting them sparkle in the light.

"S-So I thought that if I found a cabin,then maybe-maybe I could see Him again.Maybe everything could go back to the way it was before,and we'd be in His head again."

Paranoid's heart broke at the fleeting hope in his voice,until it was drowned out by his crying,and he closed his eyes to press his forehead against the door.

"I just want to see Him again,"he wept,before surrendering to his grief then and there.

Paranoid was at a loss for words.

It broke his heart to watch their kind leader fall apart like this.

Hero was trying to bring the Long Quiet back to them?Even going so far as to bring back the whole cycle?He knew that Hero had been there in His final moments in the cabin-did he believe that he would get to go with them?

How did he feel when he woke up in a completely new body,and not as a voice anymore?Did he feel devastated?Abandoned?Did he think that the Long Quiet no longer cared about him?

After all,what good was a hero without someone to protect?

His thoughts were broken by the sound of the fight behind them,and all of their flock keeping the monster at bay.Every single one of them had taken to their newfound freedom differently.But no matter if they were devastated or ecstatic at the situation-they all found their way back to each other.

Paranoid had been terrified at the start,but the one thing he knew was that he had to find his flock, because he knew that he felt safer-no,happier, walking this path with them by his side.

"Hero,"he whispered,gazing at the other's empty look,but he still slightly moved his head towards him to say that he was listening.

"He is gone...but we're still here."

Paranoid tilted his head up and blinked back tears, his breath coming out shaky before he continued, "He made the decision to leave the cabin with the Shifting Mound.He made that choice of His own true,free will-and you want to take that away from Him?I know you miss Him-we all miss Him so much.But He's free now,and He can finally make His own choices without dying over and over again."

He felt the salt of his tears in his mouth,and he was aware that Hero was weeping again."All we can do is be happy for Him,that He can finally live the life He wants to live,and I know that He would want the same for you,for all of us."

Hero lifted his head properly,and despite the tears, Paranoid could see some light returning to his eyes. Paranoid smiled as he said,"We're not just voices anymore.We can make our own choices now-just like Him."

Hero let go of the handle.

He sat up straight,cheeks still damp,and he finally looked behind him."You all-"he began,voice rough and raw from crying,"-you all came for me?" Paranoid nodded,then took his hand."Of course we came for you.You're our Hero,and you're part of the flock."

Tears once again shone in his eyes,but Paranoid could tell that they were happy tears this time.Hero gave him a small smile and said,"I missed you all too."

Paranoid squeezed his hand in reassurance,and Hero's smile grew bigger.Everything was going to be okay-

"WATCH OUT!"

Paranoid had no time to act,as the monster came rushing towards them,upper half of its body swinging wildly for them.There was no time to move,no time to escape.Its shadow was already drenching them in darkness.

All he could do was let Hero pull him to his chest, angling his body so that he would take the brunt of the blow.

But neither of them ended up getting hurt.

"PARANOID!"

He turned,just in time to see Oppy dive in front of them,instantly getting thrown and slamming into a huge boulder in the distance.

He didn't get up.

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steddie-island · 1 year ago

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Nothin' but the kitchen sink

@steddielovemonth day 3: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if its nothing special Rating: G | WC: 621 | Tags: Established relationship, they're domestic, post upside-down, fluff Find the full list of tags on ao3.

Everything clicked into place while Eddie was halfway through drying one of Joyce’s plates. He stopped what he was doing, his fingers tightening around the ceramic. “Steve?” “Hmm?” Steve glanced over. He had bright pink dishwashing gloves pulled up to his elbows, and there was a sudsy cup held in one hand. At the look on Eddie’s face his brow furrowed. “Hey– are you okay?” “Yeah! Yeah.” Eddie put the plate down, then turned to face the man in the ridiculously adorable polo. “I’m great, actually. I just had a realization.” At the questioning look directed his way he reached out to touch Steve’s arm. “I love you.” “Eddie.” Steve grinned and dunked the cup back into the water. “Honey, you said that when we woke up this morning, when I brought you coffee, remember?” “No, I know–” He’d said it a hundred times after the last battle with Vecna, when everyone had come out alive but a lot worse for wear. He’d said it a hundred more times the first time they’d made love, when they’d held each other for hours, like their lives depended on it. He’d said it a thousand times since then, too. Every morning when they woke up together, every night when they crawled back into bed. Even if they were both too exhausted for sex, there were always a dozen ‘I love yous’ sprinkled between them beneath the sheets. “But… I really, really love you. It just hit me.”

He could hear everyone laughing around the TV in the living room, knew that was the more fun place to be, but that wasn’t where he’d wanted to be.

Steve had stood up after dinner and volunteered to do the dishes, and Eddie had immediately stood up and offered to help. “You don’t have to.” Steve knew that Eddie hated doing the dishes. If he touched something in the water, no matter how innocuous it was, he got squirmy and ended up gagging so hard that someone else usually had to take over. “I want to, though.” And he’d meant it. That was the thing that kept getting him, he really did want to help. Not because he’d suddenly learned to love doing the chores or anything.

Their family was laughing and joking in the other room, and yet Eddie wanted to be here, right here, with Steve. Because he loved him. And because Steve loved him, too, he’d smiled, shot Eddie a wink, and said, “I’ll wash, you dry.” Steve’s heart swelled as he listened to Eddie explain it all to him, too. There was such a serious look on his face, a look he didn’t get often. Steve wanted to kiss the corner of his mouth and make it curve into a smile instead of the frown he was already sporting. “You love me so much, you want to do dishes with me?” Eddie nodded, pulled Steve’s arm the rest of the way out of the water so he could tug that bright pink glove off. “I do. I love you so much…” His other hand came up to cup Steve’s cheek. “I love you so much that I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life.” Steve’s face split into a grin, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life, too, Eds.”

Eddie beamed, leaned in to steal another kiss, and then went back to rinsing and drying the dishes. “Do you love me enough to always do the washing part?” he teased after a few moments of comfortable quiet.

“Yeah, Eds. I love you enough to always do the washing part.”

#Steddie #steddielovemonth #prompt 3 #Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson #Steddie ficlet #Steddie fic #kintsugi_kid ao3

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neyswxrld · 6 months ago

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just in case

Wrecker (no pairing)

summary: Wrecker has a accident during one of his training modules.

warnings: starving, exhaustion, almost fainting, (almost) drowning

words: ~1780

a/n: hello again! i wrote another fic for @summer-of-bad-batch! this time, it's a bit of a heavier topic. i decided to combine the promts cadets and swimming lessons and kinda took a turn there, since my fics normally contain a lot of fluff. i hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST

When Wrecker woke up this morning, he somehow already knew it wouldn't be a good day.

He felt drained and exhausted, even though he just slept.

And he was hungry, oh so hungry!

He didn't know what exactly it was, but since a few weeks, the food portions they got in the mess hall didn't seem to be enough for him. He always felt hungry, even after breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

His brothers seemed to have noticed, since he suddenly was a lot more grumpy and had a smaller energy level at all.

Tech said it could be because he had another growth spurt. His metabolism was higher than theirs. And his muscles needed more energy. So Wrecker really required more food.

So at his last checkup he mentioned as much, but the foreign Kaminoan just looked at him with an emotionless stare and didn't react further.

He didn't know what to do. And that he slowly could start to see his own ribs made him worry even more. He was genuinely scared he would starve to death.

The others gave him some of their food, most of the time. Things they didn't like but knew Wrecker would, or things that were too much for them. But still, it just didn't seem to be enough.

The horrible thing about this particular day was, that they had the swimming module.

Normally, Wrecker was a big fan of the swimming lessons: he liked the water, the cool of it, and he absolutely loved how light he seemed and how he could just float around in the waves.

But this day should be very different.

Before, they trained in quiet waters, in a pool in which he could easily reach the floor if he needed too. This time, they should get a simulation of waves in another pool, that was much deeper than the current one. They learned the basics of swimming, now they needed to test the deeper waters.

The problem was, swimming was exhausting. Even in the normal water. He couldn't imagine how hard it would be with the waves. Especially since he already felt his low energy.

He sighed quietly and pressed his face a little deeper into Lula's ears, which he held against his chest, before getting up slowly.

When he turned around, he instantly met Hunter's worried gaze. "You okay?" he asked, and Wrecker tried to smile, nodding.

"Yeah, jus' tired," he said, walking over to the bathroom.

When all of them were ready, they made their way over to the mess hall. As always, his brothers gave him some of their food. They talked about what they would have to do today, where they would have to be, and Wrecker was more than a little relieved that Hunter would also have the swimming module, at the same time even. So they were together at least.

It made everything just a little less scary.

After breakfast, they went back to their barracks and everyone got ready for their day. Wrecker still felt like something was off, like something bad was going to happen. He just didn't know what. Even though it was a little better after he got some food in his tummy.

He patted Lula goodbye, before walking over to Crosshair, hugging him as always. It was a little ritual between the four of them. Always saying goodbye the right way. Just… Just in case something went wrong during training.

He went over to Tech to do the same, followed by Hunter, even though he knew they would be together later. It was just in case.

Little did he know how close he would come to "just in case" at that day.

When Hunter and Wrecker walked over to the changing room together, Hunter threw worried glances at him here and there. "Are you sure, you're okay?" He finally asked when they were changing into their bath robes, standing alone in a corner, "You're so quiet today."

Wrecker nodded again. "Just really tired. I could sleep another twelve hours. And… just hungry," he said, shrugging. It's not something they could do anything about it.

"Just be careful in the water, okay? Call me if something's wrong immediately, understood?"

Wrecker gave a small smile, "understood."

The water was cold. So cold, he was freezing and shaking. His teeth chattered so hard, it made his vision shake.

The waves were big, huge even, and he wondered where the hell he would ever have to swim in a place like that.

But it seemed to be okay.

At the beginning, at least.

The first few laps were relatively good to swim. But the more he did, the more exhausting and impossible it got.

Normally, he was one of the best of the group, due to his big body, long arms and strength, but today it seemed like everyone was in front of him, overlapping him even.

But he couldn't really care. He just… He was so exhausted. His stomach ached for food, it felt empty and he was so hungry.

His arms were heavy and every swimming stroke he took felt like a battle in itself.

The waves crashed over him and suddenly he was underwater.

When his head breached the surface again, he had just enough time to take another breath before he was swallowed by another wave.

He didn't notice how he barely moved forward and how dangerous the situation was for him at this point.

He was concentrating on taking breaths at the right time, but soon enough he also got an ache at his side. He was breathing weird.

The next time he was gasping for air, a wave hit him in the face. Salty water flooded his mouth and he couldn't suppress a gag reflex.

He started to cough, spitting out the water, trying to stay above the surface, but he was just so exhausted. His arms didn't really move anymore, his head was underwater more often than not, and he just felt so helpless. He hadn't the energy to swim across to the edge of the pool, to hold himself up, and he just kept going down and down.

"Hunter!" he gasped just before another wave hit him, pulling him down.

But this time, he just… He just couldn't pull himself up anymore.

Helpless, he tried to reach for the surface, tried to paddle with his feet. He tried so hard to pull himself up, but it was just like he didn't know how to swim anymore.

The water was so deep, his ears already ached from the pressure, and all he could do was watch the bubbles that left his throat float up.

He was so kriffed. A surge of panic rushed through him, but he just - he just couldn't do anything to help himself.

He tried to get up, so hard, but he was just stuck down here, underwater.

At this moment he was sure it would be over. He was going to die. It was his "just in case" scenario. And even though he was always sure he would go down in a more epic way, for example in an explosion, he couldn't find it in him to be sad, or devastated.

His head got dizzy, he already hadn't enough air to breath and now it just wasn't possible. He tried so hard to fight his breathing reflex, but at some point he felt like he just couldn't.

Just before he was about to give up, he saw a blurry figure breaching the surface, coming closer.

Still, his eyes closed.

When he opened them the next time, he was laying on the cold, wet floor next to the pools, Hunter and a trainer above them with uncertain looks in their eyes. Hunter was panicking, and holding his hand in such a tight grip, his knuckles turned white. But Wrecker didn't really notice the pressure.

He closed his eyes again. He was so exhausted.

He floated around for a while. Sometimes it was dark, and he almost felt like he was in the water again. But in the one that wasn't so deep and full of waves.

Some other times he dreamed about his brothers. Of Crosshair and how he proudly showed him some new tricks he learned with his sniper rifle. About Tech and how he told him something about a new technology for a detonator. And of Hunter and how he tugged him close one night when he suddenly was scared of the loud noises from outside.

When he opened his eyes again, he was blinded by white lights. He groaned weakly and closed them tightly. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, while the other squeezed the one that was occupied with something… warm?

Another hand, he realized when he heard a light gasp and a relieved call for his name.

"Wrecker!"

"I'm up. What happened?" he groaned and finally opened his eyes. Not only Hunter but also Tech and Crosshair were sitting around his medical cot.

"You almost drowned, buddy," Hunter told him, and Wrecker felt fear rising in him when some memories flooded his mind.

"Oh," he said, not really knowing what else to say. His heart beat so fast, but he chose to ignore it for now.

"I pulled you out. I-I was so scared. I just heard you calling my name, and then I couldn't see you anywhere. I thought I was too late," Hunter swallowed and squeezed his hand back.

"Oh, uh, thank you," he said again. He still felt drained and tired. It laid above him like a heavy blanked but instead of comforting him, it made him feel uncomfortable.

"Your medical records say you're malnourished and too light," Tech suddenly chimed in. "It is very likely that you were too exhausted to continue your swimming lessons because of that. Thus, the medics prescribed you a higher daily calorie income, so your body can keep up," he explained.

Wrecker didn't know what to say. It was just so much. He almost drowned.

He almost died.

"That means you can eat as much as you want from now on," Crosshair said this time, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips. "That means you can bring me extra dessert, too!"

Wrecker blinked, but slowly started to smile, too.

More food sounded good. Extra desserts even better.

"That's good," he murmured again, still feeling tired. He absolutely needed to sleep, he needed to realize what happened, and he needed to realize that even though he almost died, it looks like he wouldn't have to be hungry anymore. That really was good.

"You look tired. Maybe you should take another nap," Hunter suggested softly.

Wrecker nodded. Yeah, that sounded great.

"We're still here, when you wake up," Crosshair promised and reached out to pat his head.

That sounded even better.

It didn't take long for Wrecker to drift off again, and fall into a recovering, comfortable dream.

The next time they were at the mess hall, he loaded his plate unbelievably full. And even though it was way too much in the end, it was the first time since a long time that he didn't went to sleep hungry.

TAGLIST

@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023 @freesia-writes

#wrecker wednesday #summerofbadbatch2024 #week4 #cadets #week8 #swimming lessons #the bad batch #star wars #tbb #the clone wars #tbb wrecker #bad batch #the bad batch wrecker #clone trooper wrecker #wrecker tbb #wrecker the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb hunter

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mrsbluehands · 5 months ago

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Can we please get Loona x Male Vampire Sinner Reader Headcanons? Thanks for your time!

A new chance

Headcanon (x male reader)

Helluva boss

Loona with a vampire sinner reader

Thank you for the request anon! I love your ideas!(i can practice my English!). I had so many ideas that I kind of made a story out of it lol. Sorry for the long wait...(T^T). Might have some mistakes, I'll probably edit it later again.

Tw: Blood(duh), gore

Pronouns: He/him

Meeting her

When you suddenly woke up in pride ring, you certainly wouldn't have expected your hellish punishment to be carried out that way. You felt something had changed and the moment you saw yourself in a puddle you understood. (you tried in a mirror and freaked out when you couldn't see yourself)

Large pointed ears now stood on your head, your complexion as pale as a ghost, and wings like a bat adorned your back.

You noticed how your mouth felt dry and how thirsty you were. Blood thirsty. You supposed it was only fair, you were in hell after all!

But as your first day on hell passes, the feeling becomes worse and worse. You mouth feels like sandpaper and your stomach seems to eat itself. You need blood.

Demon blood would help but nobody in the hell hole (sorry) would give you the precious food you needed with a smile and a thank you. You had to fight for your food like the animal you became.

It was morning when Loona came out of I.M.P headquarters to escape the constant worry of her dad-of Blitz. Lighting her cigarette she started to scroll trough her sinstagram without paying much attention around her.

She suddenly raises her head when she hears a small whimper coming from the alley to her right. Her ear twitches following the sounds.

There you were. Curled up in a ball close to a hysterical state. Rocking back and forth against the wall, you turned your head harshly in her direction hissing at the stranger.

Loona wasn't one for empathy and/or pity, but something about the way you looked at her reminded the hellhound of her own time at the adoption center.

She looked at you curiously "What are you doing here? This is imp city it's no place for a sinner like you to be hiding." She shoots an interrogating glance at you. "Unless you're here for my father- Blitzo's business?"

You just stared at her wide eyed. I took everything in your body not to jump on her and suck every drop of blood in her body. You hadn't eaten in a week.

You licked your cracked lips. "Hungry."

"Huh, yeah well we have food inside. I guess you could come in?" She gesture behind her lazily.

The contract

She practically had to drag you inside due to how weak your legs were. She couldn't help but be impressed by your height. You were taller than her even though she could be considered tall for a hellhound.

Due to some unexpected event, the gang had to drag the body of their human target trough the portal in extremis. A metallic smell lingered in the air.

You chose this moment to walk in the I.M.P headquarters. The smell making your stomach growl.

Less than a second after you not only had sucked the man dry, but had also devoured a part of his legs and neck.

Blitzo stared in awe at the sheer violence in front of him. "Wow! That was awesome man! Where did you learn that trick?"

You stared back at him confused, your senses barely coming back to you. "I...was just hungry."

"Would you...huh...you know, be hungry often? Cause man we could use someone like you!"

And just like that, you got yourself a job, a home and a wonderful way to have unlimited amount of food. You were so shocked that you missed the sparkle in Loona's eyes as she stared at you devouring that man.

Could it be what I think it is?

Loona isn't the kind of person who will directly tell you about her feelings, she prefers to show it to you.

She never really asked about your condition as a sinner. Loona knew what they sometimes had to endure and favoured helping you with your hunger rather than to try to understand the struggle.

She's not much of a talker anyways.

You notice how she now hands you your cup of coffee every morning, even without you asking. She'll advert her eyes, but if you look closely, a small smile is tugging at her lips.

Whenever you two are going in a mission, she makes sure to save the body for you.

She always seems to worry whether or not you've eaten enough. She remembers how she first found you in that alley and the thought of you suffering again makes her heart ache.

Wait, what was that feeling just now? Could it be...

She's never going to say it out loud, but you're the only being she genuinely enjoy spending time with.

"You had enough to eat last time? It's kind of a slow week and we don't really have any missions in the next few days." She holds you your cup with a smile this time.

You grab it from her hands, fingers brushing against hers. "Yeah, don't worry. Though, I like when you ask. Thank you for taking care of me." You smile at her.

She blushes immediately and mumble a simple "no problem" before storming off in her room.

A new life

She's definitely more of a "Giving gifts and acts of services" kind of girl. (Please don't ask her to tell you she loves you she'll never recover.)

It's subtle when you two become a real couple.

You two get closer and closer until holding hands and asking about each other's days is part of the routine.

Kisses in the morning, kisses when parting, kisses when going to bed...

Missions were absolutely out of the question if you couldn't be with her. So...I guess your dates can be quite entertaining!

The first time you two kissed she nearly fainted. You didn't exactly think before you pulled Loona close and gently kissed her lips as your good morning greeting.

She froze locking eyes with you and turning a deep shade of red. "Did you just...". You nod. "Yeah, I think I just did." A rare smile creeps on her lips.

That morning, you both arrived late, hair and fur disheveled and a light blush on the cheeks. After mumbling a quiet "sorry", everyone knew you both belonged with each other.

#x reader #headcanon #request #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #luna helluva boss #male reader

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wearytaco · 11 months ago

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Visited by Papa Legba?

So I want to preface this with I am a white (trans) man, I do not practice any sect of voodoo and am aware of the sensitivity around voodoo with people of other cultures, etc. While I grew up Christian I am not any longer and never was associated with Catholicism, I have no particular spirituality but follow closer to New Age than any specific type. And I am confused. I also want to clarify when I say "see" and "hear" in the following text, I mean in my minds-eye, not with my physical eyes/ears.

So a few years back I was visited by a spirit I later googled to be Papa Legba based on colors and vague attributes like cane and hat and such. I don't recall if I was high, meditating, dreaming, or just in a trance state. It was literally years ago. When I learned it was Papa Legba, I got really confused and decided to file it away as a one off and didn't touch it again because I have heard that there is a lot of cultural sensitivity around other cultures engaging in voodoo (idk if that's wholeheartedly true, but I didn't see a need for me to be involved for something that seemed like a one time shenanigan).

Skip ahead to a few months ago and I moved to Botswana, Africa. I recall I was attempting to look into the original religion of the area before colonization and learned about Orishas and Yoruba. I never actually got around to reading the books I downloaded, which I will be rectifying soon.

Recently I saw a video (yeah just a TikTok) about Eshu. The video strangely caught my attention and I ended up actually watching like the whole 3 minutes lol. It was mentioned Eshu was connected with the Orishas/Yoruba. Which reminded me I still have yet to read those books.

Two days ago I had a (sober) trance like experience, which I haven't had in quite a while. First there was this spirit that came. She was speaking with me, she had long dreaded like hair with beads and shells, she was wearing a white dress which almost resembled a dress slip, and she didn't seem good nor evil just neutral maybe leaning chaotic but not a proper chaotic neutral vibe. She also told me she was Haitian, which I found really strange being in Botswana. I don't recall everything we spoke of, but she mentioned she is living in the house with me, calling it "our house". While I don't see her having any ill intentions to me, I do very much get the vibe that if there was something happening to me she would end that threat. I haven't felt her here before, but I also haven't exactly been paying attention to the spirit world lately due to other distractions that have recently left my life.

While speaking with her behind me I heard the name "Eshu" being repeated over and over and over again, getting louder, but never like aggressive. Just something I couldn't keep ignoring.

I turned to look behind me towards my room and when I turned back she was gone. Cliche, in my opinion...

So I went towards my room and then felt the strange urge to use some of my spit to write "Eshu" on the wall of my room. After I had a spirit I hadn't seen in years appeared in the doorway of my room. But when he was trying to speak to me it sounded like he was being drowned out by static. It was like when you are almost on the right radio station so you can hear the song, but you can't hear the lyrics only the static. I tried asking his name because I couldn't remember it as it had been years. At first I heard "Papa" and then after another 5 or so minutes I heard "Legba" (but I legitimately thought I made Legba up and didn't believe that is what I was hearing.) It was so hard to communicate with him and all I recalled was his connection to voodoo.

Strangely, when he disappeared behind me yet again, but not in a doorway, instead near my window, I felt a spirit that called themselves Eshu. I suddenly got really sleepy. Things were clearer, but I was basically told to go to sleep by the spirit and he would give me a message in my dreams. (I remember when I first woke up going, "oh. That was the message" but then I went back to sleep and I have absolutely no idea what I was dreaming of). Before I fell asleep I looked up "Papa Legba" and realized that was his name, and then.... I saw another name in Africa, I believe it said in Nigeria and other countries, he is called Eshu. I am both floored, and really confused. Especially since it felt like two different spirits?

And then last night I felt incredibly nauseous and that was hardly able to stand up right (I am on a medicine for a few weeks now and that unfortunately is a side effect). I got the same urge to write Eshu on the wall in spit, and again at the doorway Papa Legba appeared. But this time clear and not speaking through static. However, I was mostly bent over or on my knees for s lot of the conversation due to the horrid wave of nausea I was experiencing. He offered me a deal of sorts. He asked what I wanted more or less, like we kind of just had a conversation about things I have been wanting (such as confidence, spiritual connection, sexual liberation, things I just wish I could improve upon myself). And then he asked for spit and I was about to give it to him without any thought but then I realized that may be the "handshake" so to say. So I stopped and asked why. He basically confirmed it was an offering. I asked what he wants in return if he's offering to help me with these things. He didn't really have an answer. But he did say he wants me to tell someone something. And I told him I would likely forget what he asked of me (which I have forgotten what he told me to say as predicted lmfao). And a few hours go by and ... Well I know making deals is always risky business but let's just leave it at yeah I ended up making the deal and gave him spit (I just don't understand the spit thing?? I read he likes tobacco, alcohol, and candy??) but it never truly felt like a trick. I know from briefly reading he can be considered a trickster in some circles, and I'm absolutely sure he has his own agenda. But it never felt like he wants any harm to me. In fact it truly felt like the opposite. Maybe I'm just absolutely naive. Very possible. But... I can't explain it. Anyways, after he left the woman appeared again but this time she was behind the static. I know she was saying something but I couldn't hear her not really see her in my minds-eye, but physically I felt I was closer to actually seeing her for a first. I tried for a while but then I apologized and had to walk away from her and go to bed where I felt the sleepy urge and "there will be a message" feeling again. I am truly at a loss from this experience, and since I do not engage in voodoo nor know anyone who does I can't even come close to understanding this situation. And I don't want to enter a spirituality/religion that is culturally defined where I may not be welcomed, either. Honestly I don't have much interest in voodoo other than general curiousity but I have that for most religions and spiritualities. I really would like some guidance. Please?

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cheese-ducks · 4 months ago

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TWRP ORIGINS

Chapter 10: How Did This Happen?

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It felt like a police interrogation. The dining room chandelier was suddenly too bright, the wooden chair suddenly uncomfortable, and his brother's glances from across the table made Jack increasingly sweaty. That or it was too hot for the long sleeve he usually wore under his graphic tees. It also didn't help that Sung, who kept insisting he'd had everything under control, wouldn't stop frantically rambling.

"How was I supposed to know he would be up this early? I've used that window countless times and no one is ever there! I mean, you never wake up until well after the sun has risen! And come on, it's DOCTOR Sung! How could he get that wrong? How do you think he found out? Aren't you going to answer me?"

Jack couldn't answer him. He was the only one who could hear Sung's annoying voice, and he wasn't about to look more insane than he did that morning.

"Well," An exaggerated pause solidifying his annoyance. "I guess I'll just go fuck myself then!"

Slightly less nervous than before Jack began the conversation.

"How did you know?"

"Well, I started getting suspicious when you kept calling me Stone for some reason." How long had Sung been doing that? Come to think of it he'd never said his brother's name correctly. He seriously wondered if it was by choice.

"Yeah, he can't pronounce anything right." As he rolled his eyes he could feel Sung getting offended. He couldn't help but laugh.

"And I was convinced when I saw you in that spandex while you were gone for days."

Jack's heart practically jumped into his throat. "Days?"

"Yep. You were gone all weekend."

It only felt like a night. How had a whole weekend passed? He put his head in his hands trying to comprehend how much trouble he'd be in. He couldn't even imagine how worried his parents were.

"Can I explain myself before you turn me in to mom and dad?"

Stan quietly exhaled what sounded like a laugh. "Sure."

"All this bullshit started when I left Andy's party. While I was walking home I saw this huge shooting star and I decided to follow it."

"Why did you follow it?"

"I thought it was cool, I guess."

"Alright then, continue." He shrugged.

Retelling all of this felt like trying to remember a lucid dream. A dream he'd just made sense of himself.

"Turns out it wasn't a shooting star, it was actually a spaceship," Thinking back to that moment, knowing everything he'd learned since, it put a lot of what happened into context. "And I think when I walked up to it and Sung opened the door he took control of the vessel for the first time, which caused me to black out."

Stan paused, trying to figure out what that could've meant. "You lost me, pal."

"Oh shit, sorry. I'm just trying to find a way to phrase what happened next that doesn't sound bad."

"It sounds like you got possessed."

"See that's what I didn't want to say." Jack had gotten used to referring to his body as 'the vessel', but possession still sounded super creepy.

"So, what happened next?"

"After a couple nights of weird dreams I woke up wearing that costume." He felt Sung's usual irritation when people called it a costume. 'It's obviously armor. Very tough, very cool, very tall armor.' He would say.

"That's when I decided to tell you about it."

"Oh yeah, I was worried about you, man." Stan patted his little brother on the shoulder. "I'm not looking to judge, I just want to know what the hell happend."

"Fair enough." Jack sighed.

"I think that night was the first time you called me Stone."

It was, and it was confusing to Stan at first. He thought his brother had already gone to bed until he heard repetitive knocking on his bedroom door.

"Hey, ...bro!" The words sounded unsure, like it was the first time he'd said the word 'bro'. "Where are the pages of genius I gave you? I- I want them back for some reason."

Stan assumed he was being sarcastic about the genius comment, so he laughed off the other strange things.

"Sure, pal. I'll drop off your genius musical endeavor in the morning." He replied half asleep.

"Thank you, brother Stone!"

'Holy shit, could Sung have been more obvious?' Jack thought.

"I thought you were trying something new," he chuckled "I didn't think too hard about it."

"That's one way to put it."

"I didn't believe the alien thing until there was that whole parking lot alien fight. I knew you wouldn'tve been interested if you didn't believe it."

"I still have no idea what that was about." Jack whispered to himself. "Anyway, my personality started to fuse with his and I started going crazy." Thinking back to his extroverted outbursts made him facepalm, he must've looked like a total freak.

"More than just your personality went nuts, man. You carried your entire drum kit to the van in one go! That's pretty damn cool."

"Thanks, I guess." He shrugged. "He's the reason I missed the concert. All day I kept blacking out and having super intense flashbacks, I was fucking phasing out of my skin or something."

Stan knew what he was referring to. His brother was especially anxious during the soundcheck, playing faster and faster, fervently shaking with either terror or excitement, then a sudden stop. He saw Jack frantically wiping beads of sweat dripping down his face as his drumsticks hit the ground. It was the most scared he'd been for his brother in a long time.

"Then, I blacked out and woke up at home. I felt so bad about it he confessed right then and there."

"The alien?"

"Yup. I'll spare you the monologue I got from him and say he can't be on Earth because of the atmosphere, so he's been using me as a host because we look similar, and his name is Doctor Sung,"

"Doctor? What is he a doctor of?"

He paused, realizing he'd never thought to ask that before. He'd wondered if the lion commander was legit before he asked the being he was literally sharing a body with.

"Good question. What are you a doctor of?"

Stan watched as his brother went silent, waiting for an answer from the alien.

"Dude, that's not an answer."

More silence.

"I never told you to go fuck yourself. I just didn't wanna talk to you in front of my brother but he had a question so..."

More silence.

"Whatever, man. I'll tell him that." He looked back at an extremely confused Stan. "He said he's a doctor of vibes and high kicks and it's very nice to see you again."

"Oh, tell him it's nice to see him again too. You guys totally rocked the other night." Stan's doubts and fears about his brother's alien possessor slowly dissipated as he watched the conversation unfold. From what he'd seen this guy was just as much of a dork as Jack.

"Wait, the other night? What other night?"

"The first night you didn't come home. How often does this guy make you forget stuff?"

"All the fucking time. So even what happened?"

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It had been hours since Jack had left the house. He said was going on a walk and he was never out by himself for longer than half an hour. Stan didn't think there was anything to worry about at first, but now he was searching the streets for his little brother like his life depended on it. He checked all the likely spots; the gas station, the comic book store, the dog park, the community college he went to, his band mate's houses, the various music shops they would browse, and still he had nothing. He wasn't even answering his phone calls. The possibility that Jack was hurt or worse was too terrifying to genuinely consider, so he kept looking. While walking near a street corner SeX-rays considered busking on he heard a faint drum solo, followed by the sound of his brother laughing. He raced toward the source of the music, relief washing over him. Jack was okay, he was okay and alive and laughing! Stan's worst fears faded to the back of his mind as he got to the scene, and as luck would have it there was his little brother, playing a keytar and laughing with a cone on his head. It was a strange sight up to be sure, four costumed weirdos playing eighties music slightly too loud at ten o clock at night. They looked similar to the descriptions of the alien sightings, a tall man with a lion's head, a black and white robot with glowing red eyes, and a short, caped man wearing a traffic cone. He'd already accepted that they were actual aliens, his main concern was what they wanted with Jack. While they set up for the next song Stan approached the cone man.

"Stone! I'm slightly worried and mostly ecstatic that you're here!" He was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Jack, I've been worried sick! I haven't seen or heard from you for hours! Where have you been?"

His smile faded as he pulled Stan away from the band to talk more privately.

"I assure you I am perfectly safe and I'm truly sorry for making you worry." His words had a genuine empathetic tone to them, as if he felt exactly what Stan was feeling. "I was afraid of what you'd think if you knew about this."

"What I'd think about what exactly?"

"All of this, I suppose. Performing while dressed as strange as this is extremely unlike me. I was afraid you'd be as embarrassed of me as I was."

"Why?"

"I have no clue, you're a very kind person. I don't know why I was so scared."

They both laughed as one of the band mates, the only one Stan didn't recognize, gestured for Jack to get back in front of the microphone. Before he left Stan gave him a tight hug, it seemed to confuse his brother more than anything.

"I'm just happy you're safe, Jack."

"Splendid." He said, sounding unsure of how to respond. "And it's Doctor Sung when I look like this."

"Ooh, kickass stage name, brah! I'll let you do your thing."

Stan ended up staying for the entire set, or more accurately until the cops came by to shut them down. It was amazing to watch him play. His little brother, who usually couldn't step in front of a microphone without stuttering or biting his nails, was dancing and playing without a care. Maybe it was the silliness of it all that got him to come out of his shell. Whatever it was he looked happier than he ever did behind a drum set, and Stan couldn'tve been prouder.

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"And afterwards you said you were going back with the band so I headed home and told mom and dad you were staying with some new friends from school."

Jack stared in total shock, attempting to comprehend everything he'd just heard. Sung spilled his guts, guts that weren't his to spill, without him even remembering. To be fair Jack probably never would've said any of that on his own, even though he'd been meaning to. Sharing a body with someone who could perfectly articulate emotions was kind of a nightmare. A very helpful nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." He said standing up and pushing in his chair. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to my room, lie down and never move."

"Alright." Stan stood and hugged his brother's shoulders. "Love ya, brother."

"Later, dude."

As he walked away Stan heard him murmur "Now I'm telling you to go fuck yourself."

Silence

"I'm being sarcastic, I think."

#twrp #twrp band #twrp origins #twrp au #oc character #my fic #read the title in bill wurtz voice #again sorry it took so long

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fox1656 · 5 months ago

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Here's part 3 of my Omori story dedicated to @jaywish143. Just one more part, and this story will be concluded. This is a bit later than my usual posting time. Don't have nightmares kiddos 😉

A Wilting Flower (Mari Lived 3)

Basil rode back home from the hospital, sitting in the back of Hero's mom's car in a daze. Why had he pulled away from Sunny? He was so scared, but he knew that Sunny still needed him.

Basil shivered, and Kel put an arm around him.

When Basil looked at Kel, he could see Kel's eyes rimmed in red, but he was smiling.

"Hey, it's okay buddy. It's going to be okay." Kel tried to sound hopeful, but wasn't very convincing.

"I-I know. It's just... Sunny. How is sunny?" Basil could barely get the words out without choking. He was still scared that Sunny might come after him. At the same time, he knew that Sunny hadn't meant to hurt Mari.

Hero turned around in the front passenger seat, his eyes also red rimmed and puffy. He reached back and patted Basil's knee. Basil flinched, but Hero pretended not to notice. "Don't worry about Sunny, Basil. We'll take good care of him when he gets home."

Basil smiled weakly and Hero turned back around.

The rest of the car ride was pretty uneventful, and Basil went straight to his room as soon as he got home. It was already staring to get late, so Basil told his grandmother goodnight, and changed into his pajamas.

Basil lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He kept replaying the incident over and over in his head. Tears started leaking from his eyes and he eventually drifted off to sleep.

Basil was standing at the front door of Sunny's house, watching everything happen all over again. Everything was the same, except this time, Mari didn't stop falling. For some reason, the stairs were so much taller, seeming to go on forever. Mari fell down the stairs like a rag doll, coming to rest at Basil's feet. Only one of her eyes staring up at him, wide and glossy. The other eye was obscured by her hair. Suddenly, her mouth opened, and she said, "why didn't you stop him Basil? Why? Why? Why? WHY? WHY?!WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!"

Basil woke, a scream escaping him. He looked around, the sun slowly filtering through his window. His hair was plastered to his head, and his lap felt oddly warm.As he lifted the sheets, he realized he had wet the bed.

Basil pulled his legs to his chest and he sat there and cried for several minutes before he got up and changed his clothes and pulled his sheets out of his bed. How would he tell his grandmother about this?

Basil took the wet clothes and sheets to the laundry room, and told his grandmother. She was very understanding and sympathetic.

A few days later, when Mari was heading home, Aubrey came to Basil's house.

"Basil! Basil! Mari is coming home!" Aubrey said as she knocked vigorously on Basil's door.

Basil opened the door slightly and peered out, shyly. "Oh, hey, Aubrey. Today is the day, huh?"

"Yeah, come on. We're all going to see her when she gets home." Aubrey was bouncing on the balls of her feet, her hands behind her back. "Oh, and I brought you this." She pulled out a pretty flower crown from behind her back. "I made one for each of us."

Basil looked at the flower crown and felt a pang of guilt. They had all learned how to make flower crowns with Mari.

"W-what about Sunny?" Basil looked at Aubrey, feeling apprehensive, but hopeful at the same time.

Aubrey's smile faltered. "Oh... He... He still hasn't left his room. His mom told me that he's been eating, but that he doesn't come out unless he uses the bathroom."

A wave of relief flooded Basil, followed by a bigger wave of guilt. Why did he feel relieved that his best friend was shut up in his room? Why was he so scared of Sunny? He knew that what had happened was an accident.

Aubrey noticed the shift in Basil, and her brow crinkled in concern. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing..." Basil looked nervously at Aubrey, but he quickly looked away.

"Hey, what is it? You can tell me." Aubrey put a hand on Basil's shoulder and he tensed and almost jerked away.

Sweat beaded on Basil's brow. "I-I'm j-just scared...of...Sunny..."

Aubrey looked shocked and taken aback. She pulled her hand back, and then she said, "Basil, he's you're friend. Why would you be scared of him?"

Basil hesitated, and then he whispered, "I... I was there. I saw it happen. I don't want..."

Aubrey blanched. "Oh Basil, he would... Sunny would never do that to you."

Basil sobbed and then said, "I know. He wouldn't have done that to Mari either. He was just... Just angry."

Aubrey wrapped her arms around Basil and let him cry. Once he was done, she pulled back and smiled at Basil. "Come on, we should go see Mari. She won't remember you, but she should be happy to see you."

"W-what if she...remembers everything when she sees me?" Basil's face went pale, and Aubrey took his hand.

"We can take care of that if it happens." She smiled at Basil, and then she put the flower crown on Basil's head. She took his hand, and led him to Sunny's house.

As Basil and Aubrey entered Sunny's living room, Kel was sitting on the couch, watching TV with a blank stare. His expression lit up when he saw Basil. "Hey, Basil! You're finally here. HERO! HERO! BASIL'S HERE!" Kel raced into the hall and up the stairs.

"So much for our surprise..." Aubrey pouted, but then she turned to Basil and smiled. "Come on, Basil. Let's go see her." As Aubrey pulled Basil along, she donned her own flower crown that she had pulled from her bag.

Mari's room smelled of vanilla and clean linen. She always kept it so very clean, and even more when she was just sitting in bed, it looked pristine. Hero sat at the foot of Mari's bed, as he talked to her, as she gave him a confused, slightly bewildered look. Her eyes lit up when she saw Basil, and he couldn't help but flinch a little.

"Oh, you are adorable! What is your name?" Mari beamed at Basil.

"This is Basil," Hero said, gently. "The one I was telling you about?"

Mari's eyes looked a little sad. "Oh, Basil," she said. "I'm so sorry. Hero told me that you were the one to find me."

It took Basil a minute to find his voice. "O-oh, yeah. I walked in right as you..." Basil looked down and squeezed his eyes shut.

Hero walked over and patted Basil on the head. "It's okay Basil."

Basil looked up and nodded. He spent over an hour with Mari. She started remembering small things. Things she liked, things she looked forward to. She remembered more and more as days went on.

As days went on, Mari remembered almost everything. Basil's dreams also became more and more extreme. They changed from Mari talking to him, to Sunny following him. But...was it really Sunny? He was so much more pale. His eyes were distant and lifeless, and they glowed red. He even wore clothes that Basil had never seen Sunny ever wear. He wore a black tank top, white shorts with black stripes, and tall black socks.

Basil ran through a house that just went on and on. The not-Sunny kept following, no matter how fast Basil ran, he was only a few steps behind.

Basil awoke again, bathed in sweat, but thankfully this time he hadn't wet the bed again.

Basil went to see Mari after this last dream, and when he saw Sunny's door, he shuddered uncontrollably.

He walked into Mari's room to see her crying, and Hero sitting beside her, looking pale. Kel brushed past Basil and ran down the stairs.

"What's going on," Basil asked, shocked.

Hero looked over and said, "she remembers. She remembers, and..."

Mari looked up, tears streaming down her face. "I had a dream. Sunny was chasing me as I tried to climb the stairs, but...it wasn't quite Sunny. He wanted to throw me down the stairs. To 'end it all', as he said."

Basil felt the blood drain from his face as he turned to the door. He had to face Sunny, or not-Sunny, whatever it was that was beyond that door. He fled from Mari's room, headed across the hall, and opened Sunny's door, unceremoniously. There sat Sunny, sitting on his bed, looking...normal.

Well, that was... Intense. Pardon me while I go cry.

#omori #fanfic #omori basil #omori faraway #omori fanfic #omori fandom #mari lived

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