#it’s like absolutely disgusting down there

[lumenhuman]

"Once you get down to it, it's really funny how much our senses lie to us, omitting details to make everything seem so much simpler than it is.

"An open flame looks incredibly simple on the surface. Lashing tangerine whips that peel away at the air, giving rise to smoke and heat for seemingly no reason. At least, to your limited faculties.

"But to control something in the manner of a mage, a true mage, one must understand it, in its entirety. Study it, nurture it, consume and be consumed by it. As you might tell," I raised my arms from underneath my cloak, making a show of the myriad burn scars that plastered my skin oh so beautifully, "I've taken that crucial step, and I'm all the better a wielder of the arcane for it."

"Human," The judge interjected, "I am not here today to absorb the philosophy of a man who's brutally killed thousands of elven POWs." The disgust in his voice was evident. "I've seen the crystal images captured in your camps. Do you truly expect me to believe you caused such suffering with basic fire magic?"

I grinned. I couldn't help it. This was always my favorite part. "I do." I held in a small chuckle. Not yet. "Because you don't know what fire is."

The gallery behind me broke into enraged jeering at the sound of my proclamation. It took a full minute of the judge banging his gavel and shouting "Order!" before the racket died down. Finally, he glared at me from atop his bench once more, before explaining, "It is simply impossible for any human to perform what you've done. Even your strongest mages can't hold a candle to a mid-ranked elven apprentice. So tell me exactly wh-"

"That's just it!" I yelled into the courtroom. I couldn't contain it anymore, I had to speak my mind. I could feel my grin widening, threatening to split my cheeks at the ends. "You pompous twig-eaters have lorded your mastery of magic over mankind for far too long! Your raw power, your mana control, your casting speed, we can't compare to any of it! But you forgot what humans are best at," I let out a single laugh, which echoed through the deathly silent courtroom, before I swiftly contained it. I continued, "We can adapt like no other.

"We live nowhere near as long as you self-righteous pricks. Seven of our generations pass in only a half of one of yours. But we always make the most of our time. We study, and we learn, and we consolidate that knowledge on what those before us discovered, over and over again, until we finally learn the truth. And I," I met the judge's gaze, peering deep into his spirit, searching for the fire, "Am the first to discover it."

The elf sitting in front of me simply asked, "What did you discover?" His voice was a sumptuous mixture of repulsion and morbid curiosity, a cocktail I'd drank many times before whenever I regaled another with my knowledge, and was always fond of.

The hilarity of the situation was getting unbearable. I couldn't help but laugh through my words as I revealed, "Fire doesn't make heat," I fought down another fit of laughter, "It IS heat!"

Both the gallery and the judge simply stared at me, silence covering the room for a precious few seconds while I let them marinate in my knowledge.

The judge was apparently the sharpest one there. I could tell he understood the moment I saw his face of confusion twist into absolute horror.

Yes, YES, YES!

His voice now barely above a whisper, he stuttered, "You... you mean that... that it's...?"

"It's nothing more than a pretty little light show that our eyes use to make sense of the world?" If my feet weren't shackled to the floor I would've approached him, to get a better look at his dying soul. "Because that's all it is. Fire is not a producer, it's a product. You wood-brained aristocrats spend your whole lives so focused on only what you can see and what you can hear, that you never figured it out!

"What we call 'fire' is just a sensory representation of vast amounts of heat. And what is heat, if not pure, unadulterated energy. The force the drives all motion, all change, EVERYTHING that happens in the entire cosmos, happens because of energy. If you control fire, you control heat. If you control heat, you control energy. And if you control energy..."

"STOP!" The judge shouted, livid that his reality was being shattered. A common reaction. "Clearly you're making all of this up! Those pictures must have been faked, scenes staged with illusion magic as a fear tactic!"

Grasping at straws. This questioning never would've happened if that was what the elven high-council believed from the start. I smirked. "If you truly don't believe me, you can always come and remove this restraint collar, and ask me to prove it. It's either that, or accept that the humans are getting stronger than you."

Chaos erupted once again, my challenge being met with mixed response. The screaming only quieted down after the judge pulled out a wand and swiftly cast a silencing spell over the gallery, muting them until they were barely audible.

I kept my mouth shut through the whole ordeal, until the judge was staring daggers at me again. His rage and internal conflict were palpable in his expression, and it took a few minutes for him to make up his mind.

Then another few to cast every warding spell that he knew on himself before he stepped down from the bench.

Aglow with the mana from his wards, he approached the desk where I stood, until he was mere feet from my face. He was a good foot taller than me, but so much thinner, it seemed he would snap in a stiff breeze. His eyes were filled with defiance, a look of absolute certainty that he was right.

It was so lovely. Or rather, what it would become was lovely.

He drew a rune in the air, and I heard the latch of my collar click, before it fell to the ground. I stretched my neck back and forth, getting it used to it's full range of motion again. "You've made the right choice, your honor."

He chuckled, "I knew you couldn't do it."

Before he could react I launched out my right hand directly through all of his wards and grabbed him by the face. "You've given me an entire plater of new subjects!"

I started by boiling his tongue.

The Elf looks down to the lone human mage "You stand trial for warcrimes. Explain how you did it with just fire Magic" he said dismissively. "Well. Have you ever thought how and why fire burns?"

[thanosscross]

My girl! - Choi Su-Bong/Thanos x reader - 2/?

Summary: After finishing the first game, you tackle two more before finally being allowed to go home, not before realizing Su-bong might be a little more than in love with you.

Warnings: Implied smut, making out, drug use, reader taking drugs, Thanos murdering someone

It was early, you weren't sure how early, but you knew it was early because the guards hadn't come in yet, nor had the lights been turned back on. You laid awake though, wondering if this was truly the right idea and choice, I mean, people were dying for fucks sake. You were interrupted by your thoughts by a familiar click from the other side of the room, Thanos's locket, of course he woke up early just to get high. As you sat up to get a better view, you noticed him on the steps in front of the large doors, holding the pill up in the air almost like he was examining it, huffing and deciding on what you were going to do next, you got up quietly but quickly making your way to him. Using your sleeves to try and rub the tiredness from your eyes, you could see Thanos smiling at you from his spot "There you are, beauty flower, even just waking up, you're still the prettiest one" He flirted, you rolled you eyes sitting down next to him, Thanos immediately wrapping his arm around you "Why you up this early, my girl?" He asked turning his full attention to you, You just shrugged leaning closer into his touch "Do you feel like..we should've picked to go home?.." You whispered, fidgeting with your shaky hands, ones that hadn't stopped since you got finished with the first game. "What? No! We're here to get that money, baby!" He shouted, you slapped your hand over his mouth in return 'shhing' him. "I just...I want to win the money..not go home empty handed..but I wanna make it home" You whispered, Su-bong noticed your breathing picking up it's pace, so he held you a little tighter "We'll make it home baby, we'll get you moved into my place..which is currently an apartment, but once we win, it'll be the biggest mansion you'll ever see" he smirked kissing the top of your head dramatically "I'm scared...su-bong" You whispered, trying to keep your voice stable, he sighed "Wanna try something?..I do it when I'm scared" He offered, popping his locket open "Su-bong" You warned, he had offered you drugs twice before, on your first music video shoot with him, and you declined, explaining you don't like feeling not in control of yourself and your own actions. "It's okay, we can...make it less..intense" He whispered looking at you through his lashes, you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hot as fuck right now. "How?" You asked, he had already tried the cut it in half trick, and you still weren't comfortable with it, you were just glad he respected that. You watched as he grabbed another pill, placing it under his tongue before offering his hand raising his eyebrows, cluelessly you went to grab it. He laughed "You're adorable" He smirked shaking his head before pulling you closer to him pressing his lips to yours "Just take it when you're ready" You were shocked at first, but his hand resting on the back of your head massaging it lightly quickly relaxed you, never would you have thought three years ago you'd be making out with Su-bong taking drugs aswell. You just cupped his cheek slightly parting your lips letting him slide the small pink pill into your mouth, he never pulled away though, making sure to explore your mouth before finally pulling away, delivering a loud confident disgusting lick to the side of your face. "Su-bong!" You gasped trying to wipe his saliva off of your cheek "wow. that was...absolutely fantastic, baby" He said catching his breath, smirking as the lights flicked on just in time to reveal your hot pink cheeks.

The next game you played was a six legged pentathlon, You had gotten separated from Su-bong and for a moment you felt fear wash over you that you might get stuck with somebody else "Hey..do you wanna team up?.." A girl asked softly, you turned around "O-oh uhm...y-yea yea" You shook your head nervously desperate to find your..friend? boyfriend? ex boss? "Can I join you guys?.." A younger man asked, you frowned, taking a minute to shake off the feeling that he looked alot like your brother. "Yes yes, but we have to find thanos, he's got purple hair" You rambled trying to jump over everybody to see him. "HEY!" You heard a loud voice shout before a body slammed into you "There you are, my girl!" Su-bong shouted excited that he found you finally "Who are they?" He asked gripping you tightly, you couldn't place it but there was something different in his eyes, and now that the game rules were being explained, you started to regret taking that pill from su-bong.

The entire time leading up to your turn you were desperately trying to cling to Thanos, but he was more concerned with Nam-gyu and doing more drugs, once he gave his friend one he turned to you, finally taking in your state "Hey" He whispered popping a pill under his tongue offering his hand up again, you just shook your head taking his hand and holding onto it, your hands still shaking so bad you shook su-bong's hands "I-I'm scared, Thanos" You whispered nervously trying not to let the others hear "I-I'm not really good at these games.." You whispered, his eyes softened for a moment "You're fine, it's fine, we've got this" He assured, shaking your hands slightly in his

Playing was even worse, because of your anxiety and panic, you spent a full minute messing up, then another minute spent trying to get Nam-Gyu and Su-Bong to stop trying to kill each other over Nam-Gyu calling you a dumb bitch for fucking up for the third time. Walking back into the main room you heard Su-Bong threaten Nam-Gyu for the third time in the last two minutes, you just walked back to your bed sitting down. "My girl" Su-young said as he approached you, his tone a lot more soft and gentle than usual "I meant it when I said nobody disrespects Thanos the Great's girls" He stated sitting down at the foot of your bed "You were going to get us all killed if it meant he died, su-bong" You whispered "I wanna go home" You whispered nervously, he just shook his head crawling up next to you, hovering over you, using his arms to trap you "Baby, we're so close to winning enough for us, come on, one more game" He whispered, he purposely pitched his voice lower and whinier than usual, letting his hips ghost over yours. You were flustered safe to say, you were in such a crowded public place, and he's just open about this.

"O-One more" You whispered before turning on your side, Su-Bong hissing for a moment as your hip made contact with his semi-hard on, he flopped onto his side next to you, pulling you close to him "That's my baby" He smirked whispering against your neck.

The next game you played was mingle, and you were worried, both Nam-Gyu and Su-Bong were higher than you've ever seen him, and you weren't sure if he'd ditch you if the number was lower than three, you kept your distance as he danced around, always somehow stopping with enough time to hold onto you to keep you from falling whenever the platform halted to a stop, everything was going so smoothly until the speaker called out two players, you froze waiting for Thanos to tell you that you needed to go find someone else, but instead the air was knocked out of you as someone barrelled into you dragging you away "NO!" You heard Su-Bong shout, right before the random player shut the door, you saw Su-Bong rushing over, something in his eyes that made your blood run cold with fear. The player shoved you down letting you fall onto your side with a gasp, he started to apologize whenever the door slammed against his head, Su-Bong deranged face appeared with a large smile "You're makin me really angry, man!" He screamed before kneeling down starting to choke the man "S-Su-Bong!" You shouted, he was about to fucking kill a man "Close the fucking door!" He screamed towards you, not taking his eyes off the man he was currently ripping the life away from, you rushed slamming the door curling up against it covering your ears and squeezing your eyes shut.

You didn't speak again for the rest of the game, or the night, you've watched people die this entire time, but this was different. You held your breath whenever you felt Su-Bong climb in bed next to you, not knowing if you were next or not "Beauty flower" He whispered "You never ate" He whispered sliding half of his half eaten dinner they provided "Not hungry" You whispered pulling the blanket higher "Please" He pleaded, but you just stayed quiet "Y/n. Don't make me mad, senorita" He whispered lowly, not like before though, this time it struck your body with fear "S-Su-Bong you killed somebody.." You whispered, refusing to look at him "For you, baby, I did it for you, I'm fucking crazy for you, baby" He pleaded, you could tell just by his tone he was high "W-Will you ever end up hurting me?.." You asked nervously, trying to stay quiet, part of you regrets asking the question, and hoped he never heard you, but he turned you around without a choice "I would never hurt such a delicate flower like you, baby" He said, trying to prove his point further by very delicately placing his hands on your cheeks, you so desperately wanted to believe him and relax in his touch, but you were scared. "Y/n, I will never hurt you, and if I do? Kill me" He shrugged, you glared smacking him as hard as you could in the chest "Too fucking soon you dick" You scoffed trying to turn away but he just pulled you closer.

You stood waiting to vote, so far it had been twenty-three Xs and thirty-six Os, as your number was called, you glanced as Su-Bong, terrified of what was going to happen if you stayed any longer. You walked to the brightly colored buttons, pressing the bright red X, finally swapping your blue O over to a red X, looking back you saw Su-Bong give you a disappointed look, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you walked over to the respected area and waited. As you watched Thanos approach the same buttons you held your breath, it was alot closer together now, and it was just Thanos and three other people to determine if you went home or not. You let out a sob seeing him press the red X proudly before turning around "Thanos stays loyal to his girls!" He shouted before skipping over to find you, his demeanor falling whenever he saw your tears "What happened, baby?" he asked grabbing your arms gently "N-nothing it's just, I might actually get to go home" You cried, he smiled now knowing he was the reason for your happy tears, pulling you into a hug he made a point to stare down the remaining players as they voted.

"We're sad to hear the majority of you would like to leave, per the agreement and the results of our voting process, you all will be leaving the games. The room erupted with loud chants and cheers, Su-Bong never releasing you from his hug "We're goin home, baby!" He yelled out as Nam-Gyu approached, his X patch prominent on his jacket, of course, he'd suck Su-Bong's dick if he was okay with it.

You slept like a baby that night, surprised and terrified to wake up to being thrown out of a van back onto the streets of your home town, your bag being thrown after you, after getting your footing and becoming familiar with your surroundings, you made a quick start for Su-Bong's apartment, you just hoped he still lived in that one and didn't move. As you got closer to his home, you spotted his bright purple hair kissing his shoes he had lost at the beginning of the games "Su-Bong!" You shouted taking off in a sprint to see him again, in a setting where you weren't risking your lives. "Holy shit! My girl! My beauty flower!" He yelled out opening his arms stumbling back a little bit as you slammed into him, holding onto him tightly "You okay? They didn't hurt you did they? They'll feel the wrath of Thanos the great!" He screamed out to the night sky "I'm okay! I'm okay, I just..I'm so happy to see you" You smiled squeezing him tighter, he just laughed holding onto you as he leaned down resting his head on yours.

Walking into the apartment again, you were flushed with old emotions, but you were pulled back to the present by Thanos's lips connecting with your neck "We're alone now, senorita, no players to see what we do" He whispered pulling your hips back to be flush against his "Su-bong, take me to dinner first" You gasped shaking your head as you turned around to face him "Let's..eat real food..then..continue this..and we'll start looking at new places, because..I might like you, but this is way too small for two people" You teased, he nodded almost like he was over excited about the idea. Unknown to you, this is all Su-Bong wanted, all he needed was to become big in the rap world, then he had more than he ever had.

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So I wasn't entirely sure how to continue after his death scene in the show, so I tried to improvise the best I could, if you want me to continue this let me know, I love feedback especially towards my writing, I was thinking if you wanted I could do like a half part of just smut before finishing up the storyline, or I could leave it here?

[ashtxeman]

Paul's the type of guy to eat completely unseasoned food. He's the type of guy who gets seasick, carsick, homesick, every kind of sick. He's the type of guy who tried to get into fishing but backed out of it because he doesn't like touching worms. He's the type of guy to wear gloves when he washes the dishes. He's the type of guy to routinely floss and use mouthwash every morning and evening. Speaking of, he's the type of guy who has a completely set routine he absolutely has to stick to otherwise his whole day is ruined. He's the type of guy who refuses to change his order anywhere because he's afraid if he tries something new he won't like it and his money will go to waste. He's the type of guy to have a piggy bank that's been passed down his family for years that has a name like 'Sir Piggington' and he so badly wants to get rid of it but can't bring himself to do it. He's the type of guy who sees buskers on the street and walks the other way so he doesn't have to give them money. He's the type of guy who kills every spider he sees no matter what. He's the type of guy who just has to bring up that he hates bugs whenever bugs become a conversation topic. He's the type of guy to get a pet and call it 'Mop'. He's the type of guy who says he'll watch something when it's recommended to him but then he never does. He's the type of guy who's only watched 2 movies in his entire life. He's the type of guy who says 'ok' after somebody sends him a massive text message. He's the type of guy you say 'you can come if you want' to when you plan a trip. He's the type of guy who will burn to a crisp if he doesn't wear sunscreen in the mildest heat. He's also the type of guy who will freeze to death if he doesn't wear a sweater or a scarf in the mildest cold. He's the type of guy to make excuses about why he couldn't reach a deadline because he refuses to be seen as a slacker. He's the type of guy who is visibly disgusted at the sight of slacking and panics whenever he feels like he's procrastinating something. He's the type of guy who doesn't like musicals.

[lovemybluebully]

Was That A Snort?

Written specially for @whiskeyandcigarsmoke Thank you for supporting my writing! 😭 I always feel slightly awkward when anyone who is not in the t-community reads my stuff because most probably think I'm a fucking weirdo for centering all my fics around tickling, but I appreciate your open-mindedness and ability to see the cute aspect of it all. 🥰

Some snorty, ticklish Logan for your viewing pleasure!

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

Word Count: 6,504 (Sorry it came out kinda long. 😬)

Wade yawned as he wandered into the kitchen one morning in his bathrobe to put on a pot of coffee, cursing as he remembered on his way in that they had run out the day before. Much to his surprise the smell of fresh coffee hit his nostrils as he found that there was a pot already freshly brewed on the countertop.

An explanation of how that came to be was revealed when a rustle of paper to the side drew his attention as he turned to find Logan sitting at the small kitchen table and quietly reading the newspaper. He was already fully dressed and looked like he had been up for a while.

"Well someone's an early riser today. Thanks for handling the coffee situation," Wade toasted him with a mug he had grabbed from the shelf in one of the cupboards before filling it from the bubbling hot pot.

"Couldn't find any here this morning so I went to the store and picked some up. Grabbed some donuts while I was out too. Help yourself," Logan nodded to the pink carboard box on the table without even looking up from his paper.

"Yess! Did you happen to get any of the cream-filled ones?" Wade asked hopefully, sitting at the table next to him as Logan reached over and flipped the box open for him.

"Yeah, there should be a couple in there somewhere. Also got some of those ones with the kiddie cereal on top that I know ya like."

Wade squealed in excitement as he plucked a donut covered in Lucky Charms from the box, moaning over-excessively as he took a large bite.

"Mmmm! Oh God, mmm MM! That's a literal flavor-filled orgasm in my mouth. You're an absolute angel," Wade carried on as Logan huffed through his nose with a small smile.

"I don't appreciate the slander, Wilson. And I was kinda enjoying the peace and quiet so would ya mind keepin' it down a little?"

Wade nodded and replied between chews.

"Yup. I can do that. Mmm hmm. Not a peep from me. Won't even know I'm here," he then began loudly sucking the melted icing off of his fingers before looking up to find Logan giving him a hard stare, "I'm sorry, would you like some?"

Wade offered him his hand as Logan grimaced in disgust and leaned away from him, trying to get back to reading.

"All yours, bub. Couldn't pay me to suck on those fingers."

"Are you implying that I could pay you to suck on something else? Because if that's true then have I got the proposition for you," Wade suggestively spoke in a lower tone, pleased to see he'd managed to get under Logan's skin as he promptly threw down his newspaper with a groan

"Can't you ever just be fucking normal for one day?"

"Let me see.....uhhh nope. I'm afraid there's no changing me. And you, my friend, are lucky to have a front row seat to the amazing world of Wade," he placed a hand on Logan's knee and teasingly danced his fingers up his inner thigh before being slapped away.

"My eternal punishment you mean. If God himself were to take pity on me and strike me down today it still wouldn't have been soon enough," Logan shook his head as he folded up the newspaper to put aside while Wade narrowed his eyes in response to his last comment.

"Say sike right now," he pointed a demanding finger at the other man who only tilted his head in slight confusion.

"What's that mean?"

"It means take it back, you insolent pig!"

"What? Did I actually hit a nerve?" Logan smirked, taking a bite of the old-fashioned donut he'd just selected from the box.

"I'm gonna have to plead the fifth. That's gross by the way," Wade cringed a little at how Logan dunked his donut into his coffee before biting into it, "But in theory if I were to say that you did, would you apologize?"

"Not even on my theoretical death bed, dipshit," Logan flipped Wade his middle finger as he ate the last bite of his donut.

Wade knew he was just playing his game with him, but that didn't mean he couldn't consider options for reprisal.

"Always such a charmer. Well in that case how about if I make you take it back, stud?"

Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Pffft, good one. How the fuck do ya think you're gonna do that?"

"I have my ways. I'm a highly trained mercenary you know and believe it or not I have a plethora of all kinds of torture methods stored inside my pea-sized brain," Wade smiled innocently as Logan just nodded, never one to take anything the man said completely serious.

"Sure, bub. I'm warning ya though, you give me another wet willy and I'm throwing your ass out that window over there," he gestured over his shoulder to the window on the far wall where a three-story drop would await the prankster.

"Dually noted. Do not worry your Canadian cojones about it though, I have no doubt the inspiration will come to me," Wade tapped the side of his head.

"Well don't exhaust your last brain cell tryin' to figure it out," Logan slapped him on the back as he got up from his chair and walked to the counter to refill his coffee, "I've got over 200 years of experience under my belt, and I've been conditioned to resist any kinda torture you can possibly think of."

"Anything, huh?" Wade pondered aloud, observing the man who had his back to him as he filled up his mug and fiddled with the sugar packets at the counter.

He knew Logan spoke with truth as the X-man became a storyteller when drunk and described many instances where he'd been made to suffer by enemies. Everything from as minor as being burnt with lit cigarettes all the way up to more grotesque things like being vivisected while fully conscious. Not to mention the excruciating adamantium process that he had barely survived.

Like Wade, Logan's pain threshold was off the charts and the man really could take a lot of physical abuse. Of course, Wade wasn't compelled to hurt him that badly, or even at all. He really only wanted to get a good response from him that would serve as lighthearted payback.

He just had the urge to put hands on him, though Logan had already warned him against the wet willies, and messing with his hair was also a call for trouble. He'd risk his prestigious reputation for being eccentric if he didn't think of something quick.

"Awful quiet back there, Wade. Shit, must be too late. Not one intelligible thought left in that head of yours, huh? Halle-fuckin'-lujah, I thought this day would never come."

He could practically hear the arrogant smirk on Logan's face and before Wade knew it, he was instinctively out of his seat and silently approaching behind Logan who was preoccupied with trying to clean up the sugar he'd spilled onto the counter space.

"Such a damn shame. Guess we won't be calling you 'The Merc With the Mouth' anymore. You can be the 'The Merc Who Finally Shut His Annoying Fucking-'.....!!!" His words were cut off by a gasp when he felt fingers digging into his ribcage from behind as his legs nearly buckled from the sensations. 

His arms snapped down against his sides while he writhed for a few seconds against the counter before an unfortunate laugh made it out from his lips. He immediately bit it back as he finally managed to turn around and shove the attacking merc several feet away.

Logan's brows drew together as he just gaped incredulously at his daring roommate.

"The fuck are you doing?!" 

Wade was grinning like a predator that had just cornered its prey; his mind racing in overdrive at having detected an actual weakness of the gruff Wolverine, who now had complete alarm plastered all over his face.

"Hmm, looks like I'm the one now who has struck a nerve. A ticklish nerve by the looks of it," Wade rubbed his hands together menacingly, growing more excited by the moment as Logan's eyes widened in unmitigated panic.

"What?! Tickling?! That's ridiculous! You just....surprised me is all!" He stammered out very unconvincingly while Wade delighted in watching him figuratively squirm.

"Funny, I've never seen literally anyone have that reaction to being surprised. But okay, let me try what I just did one more time except now you won't be surprised by it, right? Coming in hot...," Wade had his hands raised into clawed form with fingers wiggling as he started to lunge for the other man, but Logan instantly put his own hands up in defense to halt him.

"Alright Wade, alright. Fuck. You win. I'm a little ticklish. But Wade c'mon, this is asinine. I'm a grown man. You can't just fucking tickle me," Logan tried to reason with him even though he knew it was all for nothing, receiving that confirmation by the way that Wade laughed at him.

"Oh yes I fucking can. There's no age limit for tickling, even for a geezer like you. Besides if there was then people would grow out of it and stop being ticklish, but guess what? Most don't. Which means anyone who hasn't is still fair game, and that includes you, sugar tits. I'll leave it up to you though. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way," Wade began cracking his knuckles for effect as Logan desperately tried to figure a way out of this.

"I swear if you even lay a finger on me.....," Logan cautioned with a deep growl as he swelled up his oversized muscles, this attempt at intimidation normally succeeding in making any sane man back down. But unfortunately for him, Wade wasn't a sane man, along with the fact that Logan hadn't released his claws which Wade had learned to perceive as a full-on green light.

"Is that your way of saying you're picking the hard way? Because you know I'm quite partial to things being hard myse-AAaggh! You dirty skank!!" Wade yelped as Logan had thrown the hot coffee he'd been holding into the merc's face and roughly shoved past him.

Naturally Wade recovered quickly as he tore after his roommate, even more amped than before to make him pay.

"Awww come back Wolviiiiie! I just want to talk!"

"Just fuck off! If you even try, I'll cut your damn head off" Logan shouted in trepidation, picking up a crudely put together Ikea end table and launching it at Wade with the merc easily dodging it as it smashed against the wall.

"It will be all worth it, babygirl. I couldn't think of a more desirable death if I tried," Wade grinned and in his pursuit his robe had come undone, revealing that he was wearing nothing but his My Little Pony boxers underneath as Logan grimaced once he noticed.

"Are you kidding me?! Gross! Do not fuckin' come near me dressed like that! You hear me?!" Logan warned him, jumping over the couch to escape with Wade hot on his tail.

"What in the shit is going on out here?!" Althea yelled as she opened the bedroom door to walk out into the living room where the chaos was ongoing, "Stupid sons of bitches can't even let an old woman sleep-in just one motherfucking day?" 

As they ran past her, Wade tripped and fell to the floor before scrambling back to his feet to continue the chase.

"Sorry Al! But I've got me a Wolverine to tickle the crap out of!"

"I should've never given you caffeine and sugar this early in the morning!" Logan cursed as he circled back around, looking for cover and running to stand behind the smaller, elderly woman.

"Althea! Call him off!" He pleaded while he used her temporarily as a shield between him and Wade for a few short-lived moments before he had to abandon her and make another break for it.

"Wade Wilson you stop picking on that poor boy!" She yelled after them as Wade only scoffed in amusement.

"Ha! Boy?! He's more ancient than your old ass!"

Althea just sighed loudly with a shake of her head as she turned to start shuffling back into her room.

"Well....time to turn down the old hearing aids," she muttered as she fiddled with the devices in her ears, "You two assholes break anything else in this apartment and you're going to have to deal with me!"

Logan paused as he saw she was abandoning him to his fate with the ADHD-riddled man and called after her.

"AL WAIT!! Let me come with you!" But the door slammed shut behind her without another word.

Unfortunately, his lack of attention to his would-be assailant proved costly as Wade was now able to make his move and easily tackled Logan to the floor. He quickly mounted him to sit on his legs in order to keep them out of the way.

"For the record, you can cum with me anytime you want. But let's save the fantasies for later, you naughty boy. Now time to get to the point of why these readers are all here," Wade teased as Logan fought and pushed against him, trying to hold him back.

"Wade get the fuck off me! You're practically naked for fucks sake!" He grimaced when he felt something hard press against his leg, "GOD that had better be a gun in your underwear!"

Wade glanced down at his lack of attire, reaching casually inside his boxer shorts and pulling out one of his golden Desert Eagles.

"Of course it is, silly! Always gotta be prepared for anything, you know. Not particularly needed in this situation though," he tossed it over his shoulder as he continued to struggle with his friend, who grabbed a hold of his arms to keep him at bay.

"Dammit, Wade! This is-Grrrrr! Get your hands offa me!"

"But I haven't touched you yet. You're the one putting your hands on me. So if you insist on being accurate...," Wade slipped an arm free as his hand dove straight for Logan's side to begin viciously squeezing his lower ribs, making the man jerk under him as he ground his teeth together.

"Don't! Rrrrrrgh-Stop!"

"Don't stop, you say? I hadn't planned too, but glad we're on the same page here!"

Logan's grip started to weaken its hold on Wade's other arm with him now being able to easily pull free as his fingers buried themselves into the opposite side. Logan grunted and attempted to hold in all the sounds threatening to come out as he writhed and tried to push Wade off of him.

"I didn't mean thahat! Ahaha! Waitwait! D-Don't do this to mehehehee!"

He was quickly starting to lose the battle as the giggles began to overwhelm him and a wide smile stretched itself across his face. Wade could smell the blood in the water at this point and wasn't letting up for nothing, dying to see exactly how far he'd be able to run with this.

"How come? I'm gonna need a pretty good fucking reason. Is it because you're actually a lot more ticklish than you claimed? And if that's true then that means...," Wade gasped dramatically, "....you LIED to me?!" 

He roughly massaged his thumbs on the sensitive sides of his waist as Logan broke into convulsions and finally bellowed out in thunderous laughter.

"Hahahaha! No!! No no stahahahahaap! Thahahaat tickles!" His head thrashed around as he laughed and bucked in response to the merciless tickles vibrating into his sides. He futilely tried to curl up with his arms, but with Wade sitting on his legs it still left him plenty exposed.

"Duh! It's supposed to, genius! Besides you asked for this Mr. 'I-can-resist-any-torture-you-can-think-of'. Not so confident about that now, are you?" Wade grinned big time as his fingers worked their way back up his victim's ribs, making Logan's arms clamp down uselessly while his body jerked from side to side.

"It's cheheeheeheeatin'! Hehehehehaahaa! T-Ticklin' ain't fahahahaair, you ahahahasshole!"

He was slowly coming around since moving into the apartment, so it was still pretty rare to see Logan laugh this much, but Wade absolutely loved when he did. His whole reserved appearance, including his posture, completely transformed, and it was his entire face that lit up and displayed his smile.

Wade wasn't too keen to let that slip through his fingers any time soon.

"Meh, fair is subjective. Besides I was only like 33.726894% sure that this would even work on you. I've never been a gambling man, but I'm sure glad I took a chance on this because good Lord, you literally have the cutest laugh! Now perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me, where's your most ticklish spot?!"

Logan had not been tickled in a very, very long time and had completely forgotten what it had felt like. Actually, he had forgotten what a lot of non-violent physical contact felt like until he had met Wade Wilson, who was way more affectionate towards him than what he'd been used to over the past several years.

That uncertainty about what it felt like to be tickled initially had him concerned about Wade's prospective threat to do so, but at the present time he now realized that it wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be.

The heightened senses derived from his mutation had resulted in him being incredibly ticklish, and while he had thought it to be a nuisance in his earlier days, he was able to see the benefit of it helping to bond with those he had found himself close to. The other X-men in particular were big time offenders once they found out.

He was never one to laugh freely or even smile all that much, so his teammates were happy to find such a simple way to get that all out of him. And it always felt nice for the laughter to release some of the tension he carried around with him no matter how much he might resist it at first.

It had mainly been his sardonic attitude or defiance that would land him in trouble with the other X-men, and he remembered how he used to egg on and taunt whoever on his team got up the nerve to really tickle him like this.

Only after they were gone had he finally accepted the fact that the X-men were his family and the feelings from those happier times all started to come back to him now. Along with the guilt of having taken all of that for granted.

With Wade currently tickling him he found it was actually a comforting feeling to relive those fleeting moments that he'd had with his old team. And even though it was such a torturous assault on his hyper nerves it didn't really bother him as much as he might have tried to make it seem.

And he wasn't going to let Wade totally dominate the situation as he didn't hesitate to play the tenacious victim.

"Fuhuhuhuck yoooou! Gaahahahahaa! I-heeheehee-wohohon't talk!" Logan spewed out between cackles as a particularly sensitive spot was being probed on his upper ribs just below his armpits.

Wade reeled back a little, feeling more than surprised by his response. He'd thought by this point that Logan would be saying anything to get himself out of this, but it filled him with unrivaled glee to see that he was going to make this a lot more fun than he had originally thought.

"Woah, what the shit is this?! So the Wolverine isn't just going to roll over and take it? Whoooeee! I love it! So not gonna talk, are you? You know I was considering mercy a moment ago, but I don't think you really deserve it. Not to mention you said mean things to me and burnt my beautiful face with that coffee! My modeling career is over before it even started!"

"And-Ahahahand I'd doohooo it agahahahain, fuhuhucker!"

"Holy shit, you cocky little bitch. I guess you really don't want me to stop, huh?"

"I-I do! Hahaahaahaahah! Juhuhust fuhuhuhuck you is ahahahahall! Now gehehet offa meheheheeh!" He kicked his legs about restlessly underneath Wade as he tried to wriggle free.

"Hold your perfect titties there, mister. I still want to know where you're the most ticklish, for future reference. So where is it? Is it....HERE?" Wade stuffed his hands up into Logan's armpits where his fingers spidered around like crazy, making Logan throw his head back and let out a high-pitched squeal of a laugh.

"Aaaheeheeheehee! Th-thaahaat ain't ihihihit! Ohohohahahahahahaa! Buhuhut still...," he paused to wheeze for air, laughing in silence for a few moments while knocking his head back against the floor, "Geh-Gehehet the fuhuhuck outta thehehehere!"

Logan thrashed like a beached fish, trying to squeeze the tormenting fingers out from under his arms but Wade only burrowed in deeper to guarantee the torture would not relent.

"No can do, compadre! I'm gonna find your worst spot if I have to tickle you all day! Don't think that I won't!"

Knowing that really Wade could locate the hot spot at any given moment with how accessible it was Logan decided to swallow his pride and tried to bargain with him.

"If I t-tehehell you-aahahhaha wihihill ya stohahahahop?!"

He was optimistic, but Wade shut that shit down immediately.

"Um NO! Actually, FUCK NO! Once you tell me I'm going to tickle the absolute shit out of you there! So I'm letting you know right now that once I figure it out then you are in big trouble!" He emphasized his last word with a firm jab to Logan's stomach, eliciting a startled squeal from the man beneath him.

Wade instantly stopped tickling him as they locked in eye contact, watching as Logan's pupils quickly began to dilate in panic within his hazel eyes.

"You've got to be shitting me.....Is it really that obvious? You're telling me that this exquisite cobblestone pathway carved into your body is not only the sexiest, but it's also the most sensitive of all?" He smiled unnervingly as he very gently trailed his fingers down Logan's belly, making him twitch violently under him from that action alone.

"Eeheehee-Easy Wade.....Lets b-be reasonable here..."

Logan knew he had to act fast to get out of this. He could hold up against being tickled anywhere else, but an attack on his stomach pretty much guaranteed his downfall.

While Wade was momentarily distracted by the marvel of his discovery Logan took the opportunity to buck his hips as hard as he could to throw the mercenary off of him.

"HEY!" Wade hit the floor before immediately looking up to see Logan attempting to make his escape, "Oh no you don't, you sneaky bastard! I'm not through with you yet!"

Logan tried to scramble away on all fours to get some distance between him and Wade, but the other man was quick to grab his ankle as he dragged him back over with Logan shaking his head and pleading for lenience.

"No no no! For fucks sake! Wade please! Dohohon't you dare!" He was giggling already in anticipation as Wade pulled him close and then crawled on top to pin him again, grinning at the subdued state he was in.

Wade thought back to all the times he had fawned over his often-shirtless friend and made countless attempts to feel up his very pronounced abdominal muscles only to receive a harsh punch along with a threat to keep his hands to himself. But he now realized it wasn't because Logan was being stingy and not wanting to be touched in general, it was because he was trying to hide the fact that his stomach was so unbearably ticklish.

"I've never seen you so giggly like this Logan. It's positively adorable. But tell you what, I'll give you a chance to save yourself if you apologize for being such an ass to me this morning. And I want to hear some sincerity in there or else your tummy is going to get it," Wade waved his fingers in Logan's face as the feral nodded without hesitation.

"Okay okay fine, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I referred to you as an eternal punishment. And that I implied you had no rational thought whatsoever in your head."

"And.....?" Wade lightly rested his fingers onto Logan's stomach as a threat, pleased to see how it made him dissolve into giggles again.

"Aahaahaand I'm s-sorry I buhuhurned your face-Aaahee!" he yelped as the fingers dug in ever so slightly.

"My beautiful face!" Wade corrected with a smirk of victory.

"Okaahaay! Your beautiful faahaace with the coffeeheeheehee," Logan sputtered out the best that he could, grateful when Wade lifted his hand away from the hyper ticklish zone.

"Well thanks for that, pal. See? That wasn't so difficult, was it? I knew deep down you had a little humility in there," Wade tweaked his sideburn and tickled down his neck as Logan wiggled his head away from the touch before meeting his gaze with a defiant twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh yeah, one more thing I oughta mention. I'm also sorry that you are without a doubt, one hundred percent the most annoying, blabbering, dimwitted, lousy excuse for a comedian to ever exist. And I'm sorry I lied about being sorry for everything because the truth is I will never, ever be truly sorRYEEHeeHEeehEEhEE!!"

Logan had tried to prep himself but still couldn't stop from breaking into wild, squealing laughter once Wade's hands descended upon his stomach with lightning speed; his fingers scribbling like crazy all over the hidden muscles beneath his thin t-shirt. Wade just beamed down at him, not taking anything that was said to heart and so glad that Logan had given him the excuse to carry on.

"Whelp. I guess this is how it all ends for you. Tickled to death isn't exactly how most people would have expected the legendary Wolverine to go, but I'll make sure to sing the story of your menial demise," he wasn't holding back since Logan had practically asked for this as he mercilessly tickled the helplessly squirming man beneath him.

"Ihihihihit wahahas wo-wohohohorth ihihihit! Aaahahahafuhuhuhuhuck! Nohohot thehehere! Stahahahahahap-Snnnrk!" Logan's face was already bright red from his ears down to his neck as he laughed uncontrollably with that last sound that came out of him immediately catching Wade's attention.

"What in the-? What the fuck was that?" A quirky smile began to spread over Wade's face as he haphazardly dug his fingers into Logan's abs, eager to duplicate what had just occurred., "Was that a snort?"

Wade already had him in tears as Logan adamantly shook his head, instantly being disproven as another snort rang out of his scrunched-up nose.

"Snnrk! N-No! Yohohohou're hehehehehearin' thihihihings!"

Wade had heard Logan snort before. Many times, as a matter of fact, but he always thought it was something that Logan forced to emphasize his aversion to whatever Wade was currently talking about. Wade was positively enamored to know now that it was all just part of his genuine laugh.

"Are you sure about that? Are you sure you're not just a cute little giggly, snorty Wolverine? Because I think that's exactly what you are."

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Ya-Snnnrk-dihihihick!" Logan felt his face flush even more with Wade teasing him in such a childish manner, too weakened by his laughter to be able to push the hyper man's hands away from his body.

As his fingers rippled into the solid tummy Wade grew more and more amused by this whole situation. He would have never been able to picture Logan in this helpless of a state if he hadn't seen it for himself and when you added in his constant snorting between his laughs it just pushed everything straight into a fantasy realm.

But it was all happening for real. And the more Logan snorted, the more Wade himself began to laugh.

"Wh-Whahat's the matter? Hehehe, the all-mighty anchor-being can be destrohohoyed by mere tickles? Oh, this universe is f-fuhuucked now," Wade giggled, trying to keep his focus and observing how Logan's t-shirt had slid up his stomach a bit. He pushed it up even further so now his hands were scratching at hairy, bare skin as Logan screamed and thrashed helplessly underneath him.

"Naaahahahahahaha! I-I nehehehever-Snnnrk-ahahahasked for-Snnrk-the johohohob! Snnnnrk!" Logan was losing control and unable to stop the snorting now as he would desperately try to get a breath in through his chaotic laughter.

"Are-Are yoohoou just gohohoing to keep doing thahaat?! Snorting lihihike a little pihihiggy?!" Wade was starting to lose it himself.

"Snnnrk! Kihihiss my ahaahaahaass-Snnnnrk!!"

"I'd love too-heeheeheh! Ohohor I could dohoo THIS!" Wade's hands slid down as he targeted the ever so tempting V-line muscles on the Wolverine's lower belly and once he dug into the highly ticklish flesh Logan just about lost his mind in hysterics.

"BAAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOONO! SNNNRK! OKAAHAAHAAY! YA WIHIHIHIN! AAAHAHAHAAH-SNNNNRK! MEHEHEHRCY! I'M-SNNRK-I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" Logan squealed and snorted as he regained a burst of energy and jolted around violently like he was being shocked with a cattle prod.

It had proven all too much for Wade to stay composed as he broke into uncontrollable laughter, unable to keep tickling Logan any longer as he sat back and just got lost in his own laughing fit.

Logan lay under him, now motionless and wheezing as he gasped to take in some big breaths to refill his depleted lungs. When he finally came to his senses, he found Wade was still laughing hysterically, prompting Logan to roll his eyes and shove the merc off of him so he could sit up.

Wade hardly seemed to notice as he fell to the floor, holding his sides while tears ran down his cheeks.

"What?" Logan stared over at him with a brow raised in confused annoyance.

"Th-The snohohohorts! Haahahahahah! Oh fuhuhuhuck, the snohohohohohorts!" Wade struggled to spit out as Logan now began to frown once he realized that Wade was laughing at him.

"It's not that funny, asshole," he growled, starting to feel insecure and regretting that he'd let his guard down so much. With no end to Wade's laughter in sight Logan went to stand up but was stopped as Wade leapt forward to grab onto him as he finally got under control to speak again.

"I'm-I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you embarrassed! Sometimes my brain just processes my emotions in ways I can't control so please don't take it the wrong way. I just got so happy and excited when I saw that snorting is part of your natural laugh. I LOVE it!"

"You're not just saying that shit?" Logan asked, still feeling unsure, though Wade looked absolutely horrified that he had even asked that.

"NO, I'm not just saying that! I'm sorry I'm an idiot and made you self-conscious about it. It's literally the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen! You believe me, right?" He looked hopefully at the other man who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. Whatever."

Logan did in fact believe him. Wade was usually pretty upfront when talking about things like this so he had no real reason to think that he was simply trying to spare his feelings.

Wade however, took his short, blunt answer as rejection as he wailed and threw his arms around Logan's waist to cling to him tightly.

"Noooo don't shut down on me! Please forgive me, Peanut! Pleeeeeease!"

Logan sighed heavily at how overdramatic Wade could be.

"Calm down, will ya? When I said 'whatever' I meant it's okay. You're fine. Now get off and stop groveling," he pried Wade's arms from around him as the merc then flopped onto his stomach, resting his chin on his hands and kicking his feet in the air.

"I'm not kidding, I could listen to your laughing snorts all day and it would never get old," he stared up at his roommate adoringly, "Sorry if I went a little overboard on you though." 

"You call that a little overboard?" Logan's eyebrow crawled up his forehead as Wade's mouth dropped at the implication that he was responsible for everything.

"Hey, wait a fucking minute here, don't put this all on me. You were asking for it with all that shit you were talking, which was....well, surprising. I'd assumed you never got tickled much in your life, but you seemed pretty familiar with it," he sat up and finally retied his robe closed around him.

Logan smiled slightly as he started to wander inside his head.

"It was another lifetime ago, but yeah. My old team used to tickle me sometimes. Been so long that honestly, I was pretty nervous about you trying it."

"Ah shit, I really am an asshole," Wade felt a tang of guilt in his chest, knowing the X-men were still a very sore spot for Logan, "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

Confusion set over Logan's face.

"What for?"

"You know, for bringing up old memories you had with them. Don't worry, I won't do it again. I hope it didn't upset you too much."

Logan's puzzled expression then changed with a soft smile slowly breaking out.

"Wade ya got it all wrong. I'd have literally killed just to share in such mundane moments like that with them again. So once ya started tickling me it just, I don't know....made me think of those good times and...," he stopped as he looked away with a shake of his head, "Ah never mind, it's stupid."

"No no, it's not. Please keep going," Wade encouraged, scooting closer to indicate to Logan that he had his full attention.

"All I'm sayin' is that ya didn't upset me one bit. The opposite, in fact. That whole torture fest that you just put me through made me feel like I was with them again. I haven't felt that close to them ever since they were taken from me. And, well, what I'm trying to say is is that I felt.....happy."

Wade could feel his heart swelling up in his chest as Logan revealed all of this information to him. He instantly felt a lot better knowing that he hadn't caused his friend any mental anguish.

"That's such a big relief. You never seem to want to talk about them much, so I try to avoid making you think about them. The last thing I want to do is make you depressed."

"I know, but I've decided that's not what I should be doing. They don't deserve to not be openly remembered. Hell, I never want to forget anything about 'em."

Wade nodded in quiet understanding before Logan's eyes brightened up, reaching back into his mind.

"Kurt was the worst. He used to always get me bad. Really bad. Teleportation and a prehensile tail? It was always over for me before it even started. Heh, that fucker. Shit, even Jean and Scott would gang up on me once in a while. I tell ya, telekinesis is the ultimate cheat. And Rogue....she loved physical contact so you can guess that tickle fights were one of her favorite things. And I'd let her win once in a while....at least that's what I told myself, hmph."

Wade had never really heard Logan talk about his teammates before. It made him overjoyed to see he was starting to move forward in the right direction towards making peace with himself as Wade listened in silence to everything Logan said before finding his voice again.

"They sound like my kind of people. I think Nightcrawler and I would have made a formidable team-up against you," he playfully nudged Logan's shoulder as the X-man's smile grew from his mind manifesting an image of his old friend.

"Heh, Kurt. Yeah, he was something else. His goal was always trying to get me to snort too. He used to do those.....whaddya call that shit....raspberries. Right on my stomach. Just about damn near killed me," Logan chuckled and shook his head with a faint shiver running up his back; almost able to feel the sensation again as he thought about it.

Wade smirked as he rubbed his chin in thought like a supervillain.

"Ohhh reeeeeally....raspberries, huh? Well that sounds like it could be really fun. Remind me about it the next time I decide to tickle the shit out of you, kay?" Wade reached over and wiggled fingers into Logan's stomach, making him bust out a laugh before shoving the hand away.

"No fucking way. It's pure torture. Ya better not even think about it," he growled, but his words did not sound nearly as serious as he wanted Wade to believe. Of course, the other man picked up on that immediately but continued to play along.

"How can you expect me not to? I've never seen such ticklish abs. But okay. I'll think about not doing it, but no promises. So I suppose that means belly rubs are off the table too?"

Logan laughed again as he looked over at Wade.

"It's funny you say that because Jean and 'Ro used to give me belly rubs, thinking it would relax me, but it always just made me ticklish. I think that's partly why they liked doin' it, but regardless I never tried to stop them. Hell, sometimes I'd even ask for it. As much as it tickled it did feel pretty good."

"Well, I know I'm not nearly as hot as those X-women, but I'll always be here to give you all the belly rubs you could ever want," Wade chuckled, expecting Logan to roll his eyes and vehemently decline his offer, but instead a rare, warm smile broke onto the Wolverine's face.

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I would! You want one now?"

Logan shook his head as he got to his feet.

"Eh, maybe later. How about ya get your ass dressed first and we'll go out for a beer?"

Wade just stared back at him with both brows raised while he stood up as well.

"......It's 8:30 in the morning, Logan."

"Hey, breakfast beer is a thing, alright? Least it was in my universe. Kurt was always down to go with me so if ya want to.....it would mean a lot," a true, genuine smile was on Logan's face as he looked hopefully to his roommate.

Wade couldn't say no even if he actually wanted to. Logan was finally letting him into that side of his life, and he was not going to deny him. It felt like a new beginning. So he sidled up next to him and grinned broadly, putting an arm around the wide shoulders.

"Alright ya big lug, you talked me into it. Just give me a minute and then we'll go get fucked up."

"Appreciate it."

[reareaotaku]

More Creep! Leon, because why not

He didn't see himself as a freak, but what man does? He was a young, horny man. How could he not be so... enamored when you're here? You're absolutely breath taking and he wants you so bad. God he would do anything for just a taste... He wants anything really, even just a slight picture- Hell even a hint of your thigh a little to high gets him going. How can he focus on college when you're driving him mad.

Moments like this made him so happy to be a frat. Girls coming to their parties looking for an easy lay. If they looked like you, he was on them like dogs- Even just the same hair color. He couldn't help himself, he was down like a dog.

You made him crazy and he didn't know why you did this to him. You were such a tease and you knew it. Okay, well maybe you didn't know it, but still, no other girl made him like this- Just you.

He feels like a pathetic dog when he sees you. Has to fight the urge to bark like some teenager. UGH, why won't you just sleep with him? Don't you like his dick pics? God he just wants to stuff you so full.

He's slept with one of your roommates, just so he could get in your dorm room and steal some of your underwear. Anyone else would have felt disgusting by the action, but it gave him immense pleasure to steal something like that from you. It gave him rush, not only down there. He wants to do it again- And he does, though the next time he doesn't sleep with that stupid whore of a roommate you have.

And when he's got it, he's jerking off with it. If he's lucky enough, if does it in either your bed and/or room. He's never cummed so hard in his life. He even takes dick pics and jerk off shots for you in your room and it gets him so excited that you don't know that he's in your room.

[whinyangel]

felon!jj wants to make a sextape! very short and I do apologize 😔

jj always had a way of doing things. mainly he’d do them his own way without a question about. that was what led you to this very moment. face down into the pillow while absolutely cock drunk. your hair was such a mess and a pool of drool lied right beneath you. you were absolutely shamed to say the least. the sound of skin slapping and heavy grunting filled the enclosure of the room. your vision was going blurry and tears started to stain your cheeks the harder jj fucked into you.

the flash from his phone nearly blinded you as he put it all up in your face. jj had you saying the most dirtiest shit, all while chuckling in your ear. you felt completely and utterly humiliated.

“tell your daddy hi. come on do it sugarpuss,” and you do exactly as your told—waving and casting a pouty smile towards the camera. you were nothing more than his sex doll in this moment and he could do absolutely anything he pleased. “i wonder how your daddy would feel if he saw just how disgusting of a girl you are. how you’re not as pure as you seem to be. it’s such a shame that your fucking with an ex inmate.” you felt your stomach tighten, not because you were on the verge of cumming but because of jj’s words. it was true. you had never in your life imagined that you’d even cross paths with someone like him but you loved it. you really loved it.

you reached back and grab jj’s waist, signaling him to go deeper. he laughed like a maniac knowing exactly what move he was about to pull. “you really wanna go there sugar?” he began pounding into you so hard that your body bounced on and off the mattress, following his thrust. “been wanting to this ever since I saw those cute ass pictures you were sending me. knew you needed a man like me to come and fuck up your life.” he leaned down, pressing all of his body weight on top of you, heavily breathing your ear. “you want me to knock you up? sounds like a good idea to me sweets. a kid for my kiddo.”

jj’s thrust began to become sloppier and it wasn’t long after that he collapsed on top of you, his dick pulsating as his cum spilled out of your sweet cunt. he quickly grabbed his phone, ending the video. “can’t wait to show all the guys this. you’ll be the talk of the town for days kiddo.”

@starfxkrinc

[genderqueerdykes]

Being a trans butch disabled lesbian makes people kick you in the stomach multiple times, first it's "you can't be transmasc and lesbian" and then it's "you can't do butch associated things because of your disability so technically you're not butch"

Just say you dont know what a butch is lil kid

Wait until they find out I consider myself a transhet guy as well as a butch lesbian at the same time !! Wonder what argument they'll make if they can't say I just don't want to fall myself straight 😔

it really is like that. i really hate how butchhood is conflated with physical ability. like how is it progressive to continuously associate masculinity with being strong and physically capable ... ? i don't understand how or why non butches do this. i have no idea why people think it's progressive to project their idea of what a cishet man is on to a butch, and then attack said butch when they want to define their own butchhood.

it's really disgusting that people think that butch has to mean physically strong and abled. masculine people are allowed to be weak. masculine people are allowed to be disabled. the amount of people who think that butches are strictly here to be tops in the bedroom, lift heavy objects, do manual labor, have traditionally masculine interests and hobbies, and be a workhorse for femmes is actually staggering. the amount of people who are ready and willing to misgender and use the wrong labels for a butch if they don't 100% conform to what THEIR idea of a butch is

and the saddest part is it's always non butches who are this talkative and vitriolic about butchhood. everyone else loves to try to define it for us. i think it's awesome that you're also a transhet dude. that's an experience that exists and it doesn't cancel out your lesbianism. butches can be disabled, especially physically disabled. butches can be weak. butches can just not want to be strong. butches can want to not do physical labor. butches can do whatever the hell we want

i'm sorry you have had this experience, but it just goes to show you how one moment the lesbian community is cooing and fawning over butches but literally only if they fit into the model of toxic masculinity while identifying as a woman and a woman ONLY, otherwise, they're obsessed with hating us. somehow a woman identifying as a butch is hot and revered, but suddenly the second a genderqueer, non binary, bigender, transmasc or transfem preson identifies as butch, it's a "threat" to the lesbian community. people love to hate butches that don't conform to what their idea of butchhood is.

people LOVE to wear their butchphobia on their sleeve. people will sit here and tell you about how they love us up and down but then treat just about every butch they meet like absolute shit. half of them won't even let us have emotions. i've seriously seen people tell butches that they aren't butch because they're too emotional and cry too much. i've seen people tell butches they aren't butch because they like to garden or knit or sew or do anything traditionally "feminine". this shit is way beyond old

[imtryingbuck]

You’re Perfect.

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Bucky feels down about his scars so Y/n and Steve cheer him up.

Word count: 642

Warnings:  sad Bucky (major warning!!) fluff. insecurities. violence to someone who deserves it. super short.

Masterlist

You both knew something was wrong the moment Bucky stepped into the apartment, at first you both thought it was because he had been on a mission but normally he would be sweeping you up in his arms the moment he laid eyes on you, taking you over to Steve to share a kiss with your boyfriend, but today he came in quietly and headed straight to the bedroom and locked the door behind him. Steve gave you a questioning look which had you shaking your head, heart aching at not knowing what was wrong with your boyfriend.

“Buck? Baby what’s wrong?” you asked leaning against the bedroom door.

“N-Nothing, I’m fine doll”

“No you’re not, Buck can you let us in please?”

“I-Is Stevie with you?”

“Of course I’m here” your boyfriend says from next to you, holding your hand.

You and Steve stood patiently waiting for Bucky to make his mind up, not long after the door locks clicked. Waiting until you heard the brunet sit back on your shared bed before opening the door. There he sat at the edge of the bed looking smaller then you had ever seen him, slowly bouncing his leg up and down, gazing down at his hand in such disgust.

Sitting on either side of him once again waiting patiently for him to talk first, knowing that it was better for him and that way he wouldn’t shut down completely and act like everything was fine. “Do-do you two think its disgusting?”

“What are you talking about Buck?” Steve asks.

“My arm an-and the scars?”

“Absolutely not! Who said that about you?” you replied instantly, not once in the three years you three finally stopped tip toeing around the bush and confessed your feelings did you think that about him. Well even way before that, you always admired his arm, always thought his scars were beautiful.

“It doesn’t matter”

“Yes it does, whoever has said something Buck we need to know” the blond says before you could reply.

“Julie… you know the agent?”

“Bucky, your arm is incredible and yours scars are beautiful, no one and I mean no one is as strong as you to have gone through all that you have and still see the beauty that life has to offer.”

“B-but she said I was a monster and she’s right”

“Stop that, don’t ever think that about yourself. You’re not a monster Bucky. You’re a beautiful person, inside and out, you’ve made amends with those who were affected by him, and you’re an amazing boyfriend and friend.”

“You have the most infectious laugh out of everyone I know, you’re kind and thoughtful, you put everyone else’s needs before your own. You give and give and never asked for anything in return, Bucky Barnes you are not a monster.” You take over from Steve. Bucky sits there and nods.

“’m not a monster”

“Say it again”

“I’m not a monster”

“Now say Y/n is the best”

“Doll… don’t make him lie”

“Wow, rude.”

Bucky chuckles at your pout, pressing his lips to your forehead, looking you in the eyes as he repeats. “Y/n is the best”

“Now, here’s the plan Buck you’re going to go and shower whilst Steve cleans up and I’m going to go and get us some food from the takeaway down the street, and then we’re all going to watch movies in bed, yeah?”

“Sounds like a plan doll”

Before you went to get the food, you made a quick detour. Getting in home Bucky and Steve were cuddled up together in bed, a film already loaded up on the TV.

“I love you both so much” Bucky mumbled as his eyes started to flutter close.

Two days later Bucky saw Julie sporting a huge black eye and a busted lip. Curtsey of his loving girlfriend.

Tags: @imcinnamoons | @pigeonmama | @capsbestgirl77

[sleeplesssmoll]

The Timekeeper's Role after the Storm?

At first, Vertin's team is mostly used to exterminate leftover traces of Manus Vindictae. They hunt them down all over the globe.

Vertin still recruits people to both the Foundation and her department along the way. That is one of the Foundation's main goals after all. However, she has all the "unhinged" or "dangerous" arcanists under her care since the Foundation doesn't know what to do with them, but doesn't want them causing trouble.

Then, the Timekeeper Department moves more toward problem solving. They are sent to investigate rumors and situations when the Foundation doesn't want to use their own manpower. They will also deal with Critters and Arcane shenanigans. Because Vertin's Department is so diverse, they also do humanitarian efforts. Druvis can help a poor village with failing crop yields. Lilya can deliver medication and other resources in emergencies. There are arcanists who can track down bad people and also find people who are lost. These are just a few examples but I'm sure there are many more. This also makes the Foundation look great and boosts their reputation.

However, as time goes on the problems Vertin's Department are sent to face become increasingly dangerous for them to handle alone. Things that the Foundation should be using their own people for or at least help with.

It's the same issue as before: the Foundation is afraid Vertin will turn against them. She now has the means to do so. The Foundation may have more people and resources, but Vertin's people have experience, pure power, and unwavering loyalty. Vertin has tried to assure them that she just wants to live in peace, but they are still terrified of the possibility.

So they've started sending Vertin's people on more dangerous and sometimes even unnecessary missions hoping to thin her numbers out. Her arcanists are too dangerous for society anyway. They will die as martyrs. At the same time, The Foundation hopes to make Vertin's people lose faith in their leader. They want to create internal conflicts and want to instill someone more loyal to the Foundation as the head of the Department.

But they can't find anyone who can reign in the Arcanists like Vertin. They've tried bribing and making offers to her people directly but it always blows up in their face.

Vertin's personal connections with her people seem irrational and far too emotional. Her people will follow her into hell but the problem is they keep coming back. The Foundation is forced to acknowledge that they have no control over the situation anymore. This insight causes more tension in the Foundation.

They thought they trapped Vertin, but it turns out their the ones trapped with her. They can't get rid of her or else her people will run loose. They can't replace her because her department won't accept anyone else.

Vertin still does the missions, but demands proper resources. She still leads her people to help others and save arcanists seeking refuge. However, whenever the Foundation gets too pushy or unreasonable during a meeting, all she has to do is place her Suitcase on the table. The unsaid threat is more than enough to shut them up.

Constantine is actually on Vertin's side in all of this. She's tired of all the cowards yapping. As much as she hates to admit it, she's seen Vertin grow into the force she is today. She and Vertin openly argue about things, which makes other people on edge but it's normal for them. They have an understanding: Vertin will help the Foundation, and the Foundation will help her. That's all there is to it but only Constantine seems to get that.

On that note, Vertin is one of Constantine's greatest achievements. Constantine is confident in her abilities and judgement, which in a way translates to an odd form of trust in Vertin. Maybe not in Vertin herself per say, but trust in the way Vertin will act.

Madam Z thinks Vertin has grown on Constantine, but Constantine looked absolutely disgusted by the assumption.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Golden Cassandra

People don't listen. Not when what your saying, scares them. Especially when, what you're saying, scares them. They like to pretend, instead. That if they don't hear you? It's not happening. Can't and WON'T happen. That you're just a liar. Speading fear, for the fun of it.

But oh, when has reality ever been that kind? That agreeable?

Tell me, WHEN has it ever bowed to the tantrums of men?

I can't think of a single instance. Knew it wouldn't now, either. So, really? What was I to do? Keep trying? Beat my head against walls of willful ignorance, until the deigned to give? Hoping, against all reason and evidence, that they MIGHT, just MAYBE, do so in the nick of time? Please. I was hopeful, not a fool. Optimism does not render a soul naive.

Like the fall of Atlantis, the sacking of Rome. Great Alexandria burning. Everything was going to be destroyed. Rather dramatically, too, and rather deservedly. I couldn't and DIDN'T defend it. Try to change it? Yes. Try to SAVE them? Absolutely. But not once, not EVER, would I defend it.

After all, it was a system built upon the backs of slaves.

Death was the only reasonable outcome. Revolution, the Voice, of those unheard and in chains. Their magic, their power, used for the convenience of their so called "betters". It was disgusting. Vile.

Set dressing, for an Otome Game.

As though their VERY LIVES, their SUFFERING and SOULS, were nothing but pretty little plot points in someone else's PLAY! The indignities they faced. The starvation and thirst. Being forced to watch friend and loved ones suffer, Scream, DIE!

But Oh, at least the Protagonist gets her handsome meat to oogle. They'll know their place, as they play along. Broken nicely and so very, VERY greatful for her scraps. She can play at revolutionary. Or perhaps at savior, should she feel the need. Assuming she doesn't leave them in chains.

And I? Oh I am supposed to play dress up and face her, in some sick "duel" of love! Abuse and use to my heart's content! The Gods jest. For I will do no such thing!

I can barely recall the plot. Only that the gloss over the rather significant socioeconomic and political fall out that is sure to follow. The Kingdom is not going to survive. Should it not be one sort of Revolutionary revolt, it will be another. Corruption, stagnation, and willful ignorance are simply too wide spread among the upper echelons. Baked too deeply into the foundations.

Gods... I... I tried.

It hurts. Like ripping out finger nails, one by one, when I finally gather enough. Not even all that I wish I could. But simply... enough. There is not enough time, the rumblings of revolution have grown too loud. I... I HAVE too go. And... and I know they won't come with me. My friends, my family, the neighbors. All those who smile, nod, and listen but don't believe a word I say.

The pain is hollowing. A truely special sort of hell.

Looking back, to little cousins on tiny legs, helping you pack. With their round little cheeks and small little hands. Watching them try to lift bags like a "grown up". Your friends and family, treating it all like a trip to the country side and not the last time you'll ever see them. The... the day being... being so accursedly normal. Mild weather and gentle breeze. Like your world isn't ending. Like everything isn't gone.

Wanting to be wrong. Traveling and traveling. Wanting to be wrong. Everything mild, calm and sweet. A hell of self doubt. Every night and every dawn. Are you insane? Were they right all along? Were you reading signs, portents of Doom, where there were none? But still... you travel. A caravan filled with your life's work.

Every scrap of modern knowledge. A copy of every work and definitive artwork. Every play, treatise, and textbook. Every old Diary I could get my hands on and endless days patrolling the book markets. A lifetime's work. All spent in hand-me-downs and out of fashion clothes, just for this. The preservation of knowledge.

But what if I'm wrong?

Fiddling with the piles of ward stones, as I get farther and farther north. Closer and closer to the land I stashed away. Hidden, within layers upon layers, of ever circling bureaucracy. A magic rich grove of Gold-leaf Ginko. They would have been harvested to oblivion, if I hadn't hidden them, and the species is already endangered.

I have been using a tower I built (in a natural clearing, as I would sooner remove my own limbs, then a single branch upon one of those trees) there as a seed bank. Every endangered magical plant species I came across? I sent as many seed as I could, to my bank. Had even begun the lengthy process of creating automatons, so they could build a green house (carefully!) into the mountain.

Seems I will have nothing but time, now, to dedicate to that project.

As I get closer, passing through the beginning of the valley towns (that lead into the high lands)? My Family Ring breaks. The terrible Crack of it, a sharp knife to the gut, splitting the morning silence. Father is... oh Gods, Father is...

Yet, even before I can come to terms with this terrible new reality? Beneath my travel cloak and jacket, nestled precious like the love it represented, my Clan Mantle begins to snap and crack like popcorn. Enchanted stone beads cracking apart violently, with the lose of the life they were made to represent. Shrapnel tearing at my clothes as I desperately rip at my cloak, my jacket, blood already welling up from various wounds.

Pop, dead. Crack, dead. Snap! Dead.

I manage to rip the heavy necklace from around my shoulders. Already half the bead are gone. More, like lethal firecrackers, shooting off even as I fling the enchanted jewelry into a nearby leather bag. Scramble for a nearby heavy blanket to cover it. Blood stains everything, dripping from shallow nicks and shrapnel wounds alike. I... oh gods, I barely notice I'm crying.

The sounds have startled the horses. One of them even got hurt. It.. it takes hours to fix. I have to stop in the next town. Shaking. Shaking. I.. I think I may be shaking. C-crying. "To remember where you came from." That's... oh god. That's what Clan Mantle's are FOR. A symbolic gift, really. They... they could never have known.

That it would actually serve it's original purpose. It's ancient purpose. The reason they USED to be made. To... to show who was still ALIVE. Oh gods. I... I can't check. Can't bear to look. The sound has stopped. Is it over? Are... is there...? Please, gods, don't make me look. Don't make me KNOW, how few members of my own family are left.

I was right. Gods, damn them.

Gods damn them all.

I was RIGHT.

Bandaged, healed, I travel faster. Time is running out. It doesn't matter, now, which "route" she took. Everything will have fallen apart. I reach my grove and don't even bother to set up a tent. Wards before all. Better to sleep on the floor, then be caught unaware. I work around the clock. Feeling like clawed fingers are ever so gently, wrapping around my throat, one at a time. Tick, tock, tick, tock. And oh, the tighter they squeeze.

Barely... BARELY! Do the wards thrum to life, deep and powerful, before I feel some almost god like crash into them. My hands shake. Still kneeling in the dirt, from where I placed the last stone, I slowly look up. And... and curling above the golden trees? Shades of copper catch the light. Massive and leaning. Stepping on my wards. Looking down in annoyance, as they refuse to part.

(Distantly, I hear the horses scream in terror. I... I wish I could do the same.)

I flee. Scrambling without dignity, back to the seed bank's tower. Trying to keep out of sight. A hopeless endeavor, I know. What other reason could such a power Dragon be out here for? If not to finish what was started? But... but hope has carried me so FAR. Can it not carry me just a bit farther?

No attacks come. No insults or threats. Yet...

The presence does not leave.

I can not hide forever, for all that fear exhausts and bids me too. All my supplies are out side. My wards, at least seem, to have held? But how can I trust it? Knowing just how strong a dragon's magis is. Sure enough, the second I step outside? There he stands. The copper dragon. Just beyond the wards.

Worse still? He is a man I recognize. Which can only invite pain and suffering, as he played no small part in the revolution. Not to mention, his significance to that damnable Game. Was he "supporting character"? A "hidden route"? An antagonist I could not quite recall? I can not place it. He was THERE, but not lead about by the nose, like the others. Not broken, as they were.

Now, here he stands, light catching off his ornaments and nails. As he tap, tap, taps them lightly against my wards. In sequence. Amused. His eyes locked with mine and glowing from within. Fire and magic made manifest. The king was a fool to think he owned this man. A "royal gaurd dog" indeed. Ha! They brought death into their house, then kicked it.

A slow smile, spreading like poison through sleeping veins, creeps across that deceptively youthful face. Sharp, sharp teeth are revealed to the air. I think I may amuse him. Perhaps I have for quite a while. I have made it no secret, after all, that I know he is dangerous. Treated him as the threat he truely IS. Others thought it was funny. Would find excuses to shove me at him, just to see me panic. All the while, he pretended, like a GOOD little dog, to be polite.

His eyes had always been laughing.

And now? He doesn't even bother to hide.

"You ran away." His voice rings out, the barest hint of rasp, like the drawing of a blade. It fills the silence. Demands attention. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to find you?"

To be honest? I had hoped no one would look. That I had given them no reason to even try. Perhaps that had been naive. I was a part of the system too, in the end. Guilt by association. That didn't explain him, however. Had I wronged him? Beyond the obvious. (And the obvious sat between us, like so much rotten filth. How could ANYONE over look that?)

"Their courts burned, just like you always warned they would. You should have seen it."

He stopped to chuckle. Closer to a sneer, then a sound of true amusement. His distain and delight intertwining as he savored the memory. He leaned closer. Letting his forehead press against the barrier. Enjoying, reliving, his moment of triumph, once again.

"Ha, ha~ Oh, but you should have seen their faces. When they realized you were right. That you had warned them and warned them, but they had refused to listen! It was glorious, darling. They howled with such regret and fear. A magnificent symphony~ you made for me."

I backed up against the carts. The wounds from broken beads stinging harshly with every shift, like the screaming of the dead. Scared. Gods, I'm s-so scared. I can't possibly have invited this... r-right? I never flirted or... or suggested anything! So-! So why is-?! Gods, why is he here?!

"You can't run from me, clever girl. Not for long. You saw me and I see you. Too clever by half. They really should have listened~!" He broke off to laugh, a sharp mockery of the dead. Fangs catching the light. "But they didn't, did they? My poor clever girl. We truely were buried by filth, weren't we? How glorious it must be. To finally be free."

"But~! Did you really think you could escape ME, my clever girl?"

"You're not nearly so foolish. Open the barrier, darling."

"Let me in. Our revolution is over, I have won."

"Now you can't escape me~"

[theswanqu22n]

Jealous?...

tate x reader. (Idk what it's this but def not smut).

Tate is your best ghost friend since you moved in with your parents to the murder house, you knew absolutely everything about him since he was afraid of losing you just like he did with Violet; but he was in love with you.

You knew it wasn't easy to be his friend, and yet you continued to be one, even though lately he had been showing signs of being a toxic and problematic friend, to the point where he would wait for you outside the bathroom every time you used it and that had already fed you up.

One day after going to school, you invited a classmate to do homework with you, and Tate was watching every damn step or word you said.

It was that, when you went to grab some chips and returned to your room your classmate was no longer there, where did he go? You didn't even see him leave through the main door...could it have been Tate?

"He said he had things to do." Tate's voice echoed through your room, standing in one of the corners like a typical stalker.

You looked at him and gasped, what a scare.

"Really? God, and I went to get more chips" you said disappointedly throwing the bowl of chips on your bed without spilling them, Tate walked towards you with his arms at his sides and said.

"he was boring anyways." He murmured until he reached your side, you turned to look at him and crossed your arms. "What was his name again? Ah...Sam? A girls name." He scoffed coldly but you could tell his mockery didn't sound genuine but rather annoyed.

"What's wrong with you? He was only here like... what, twenty minutes?" you said defensively and Tate clenched his jaw.

"So what? He probably got bored of you for all you know." He said, looking at you with a frown, his jaw set and his fists clenched, and you noticed it all but decided not to point it out. "He couldn't stop talking about himself" he added.

Yes, he ran away, it was easy to deduce.

"You scared him, didn't you?" you finally asked, annoyed. You had to do that damn school project and Tate ruined it.

"So what? I can help you do that!" he said defensively. "What is it? Math? I'm good at it, you know that."

"I don't care if you're good at it! It's a pair assignment and you just ruined my grades" you almost yelled at him and he just crossed his arms looking at you irritated.

"I was overwhelmed by the sight of him, okay?" He was standing so close to you and looking at you with the eyes of a... dog eager to mate!" He said and raised his eyebrows hoping you were on his side which of course you weren't, you let out a scoff.

"overwhelmed? you crazy-, are you jealous?" you said right away when you realized that he probably had feelings for you, it would be understandable since you spent almost all your time together.

"jealo- of course not, I would die again to prove it" he said irritated and looked to the side, and you let out a laugh.

"Yeah, sure, and what did you say to Sam to make him leave?" you asked mockingly, he clenched his jaw tighter when he heard you mock him.

"I told him that... you had diarrhea and you didn't want to come back from the bathroom, so he Ran away disgusted." He said embarrassed, your laughter fell in seconds full of panic, now everyone would believe that you have explosive diarrhea!

"YOU!" you yelled and he looked at you again, then smirked at you.

"What's wrong y/n? Where did your mocking little laugh go, mhm?" He said, Tate and lowered his arms, walked closer to you and leaned down to see you better. "And yes, I like you... I hope that makes it clear to you that I would do worse things to ruin your mini dates with guys with girl names"

He said, winking at you and then walking past you, he grabbed the bowl of chips and popped one into his mouth, then he walked out of your room with a giggle and chewing loudly, and you... stood embarrassed in the middle of your room.

damn Tate.

dividers: @/anitalenia

[natasaa13]

"You're trouble" ft. Choso Kamo

Part 3

Previous

"You’re trouble, you know that?” Choso murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

Musa laughed softly, her hands still resting on his chest. “You’re not exactly innocent yourself.”

“Fair enough,” he said, his smirk widening.

Weeks had passed since that chance encounter in the library, and Musa’s days had taken on a new rhythm. Every morning, she’d wake up to a text from Choso.

Cho🦝: Good morning, princess. Don’t forget you’ve got that group project today.

It made her smile every time. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, spanning everything from their professors’ quirks to Satoru’s latest chaos.

Musa🐰: He really tried to convince the professor that his essay vanished into the ether?

Cho🦝: It’s Satoru. I think he almost had them convinced until Suguru called him out.

By night, their texts became even more intimate.

Cho🦝: Goodnight, Musa. Sweet dreams.

Musa: Goodnight, Cho. You too.

It was these little exchanges that had Musa falling, slowly but surely. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment her feelings shifted, but now, whenever she saw his name on her screen or heard his deep, calming voice, her heart raced.

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One afternoon, Musa was walking through the bustling college halls with Shoko. The brunette was grinning ear to ear, her excitement palpable.

“Suguru and I went bowling last week” Shoko began, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Let me tell you, your brother is—”

“Stop.” Musa held up a hand, her face scrunched in mock disgust. “I don’t want to hear how ‘hot’ my brother is.”

“But he is,” Shoko teased, nudging her playfully. “Honestly, you’re lucky you’re related, or—”

“Shoko!” Musa groaned, covering her ears.

Laughing, Shoko relented, changing the subject. “Fine, fine. Speaking of handsome guys, how are things with Choso?”

Musa felt her cheeks heat up. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on,” Shoko said, giving her a knowing look. “You two have been talking non-stop. Are you finally going to admit you like him?”

Musa hesitated, biting her lip. “Okay… maybe I do. But what if he doesn’t feel the same? I mean, he’s so calm and collected, and I’m just… me.”

Shoko waved off her concern. “Musa, you’re amazing. If he doesn’t see that, he’s blind. But you won’t know unless you try.”

Musa sighed, her shoulders slumping. “And what about Suguru? He’s going to freak out if he finds out I like one of his friends.”

“That’s true,” Shoko admitted with a shrug. “But it’s not like he can stop you. Besides, this is about you and Choso, not him.”

Musa nodded, though her doubts lingered.

“I’ve got an idea,” Shoko said suddenly, her eyes lighting up. “Suguru and I are going out to dinner tomorrow night. Why don’t you invite Choso over while we’re out? See how it goes.”

“Are you sure?” Musa asked, unsure but intrigued.

“Absolutely,” Shoko replied, grinning. “Just text me when we’re on the way back so you can, you know, hide him before your brother loses his mind.”

Musa couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”

But as they continued down the hallway, she already knew she was going to do it. The thought of having Choso over made her heart flutter, and for the first time, she felt like she was taking a step toward something real.

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The day started off like any other for Musa. Her phone buzzed as she walked across campus, and she couldn’t help but smile when she saw the notification.

Cho🦝: Found this one today, thought you’d like it.

It was another meme of a cat doing something ridiculously silly, this time trying to fit itself into a tiny vase. Musa giggled, her thumbs flying over the keyboard.

Musa🐰: Where do you even find these?

Cho🦝: Secret cat meme stash. I could share, but then I’d have to silence you.

Musa🐰: A little extreme for memes, don’t you think?

Cho🦝: Maybe. But you’re smiling, right?

She paused, realizing she was grinning from ear to ear. Before she could respond, someone grabbed her by the shoulders, making her jump.

“Boo!” Satoru’s familiar voice rang out behind her.

“Ugh, Satoru! What is wrong with you?” Musa clutched her chest, glaring at him.

“What’s wrong with you? Walking around with that goofy smile,” Satoru teased, peering over her shoulder. “What’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing!” Musa said quickly, slipping her phone into her pocket.

Satoru wasn’t convinced. With his usual chaotic energy, he reached out and snatched the phone before she could react.

“Satoru, no! Give it back!” she pleaded, jumping to grab it.

But he was too tall, holding the phone high above her head as he unlocked it. His eyes immediately landed on the contact name: ‘Cho🦝’.

He froze, staring at the screen. Then, slowly, he turned to her, his eyes wide with mock disbelief. “Cho?”

“Give it back, Satoru,” Musa hissed, her face turning crimson.

“Oh. My. God,” Satoru said, his grin spreading like wildfire. “I knew it!”

“Knew what?!” Musa exclaimed, still trying to grab her phone.

“You and Choso!” Satoru shouted dramatically, spinning around in a circle. “I knew something was up!”

“Satoru, keep your voice down!” Musa pleaded, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

But Satoru wasn’t done. He shoved the phone back into her hands and crossed his arms, suddenly adopting a much more serious expression. “Alright, Musa. Spill. How did this happen? When did it start? And, most importantly, where is this going?”

Musa groaned, covering her face with her hands. “You’re not my brother, Satoru. I don’t owe you answers.”

“Yeah, but I’m like your brother, which means I get to do the overprotective thing now.” He leaned in closer, squinting. “Does Suguru know?”

“No!” Musa snapped. “And he’s not going to find out—especially not from you.”

Satoru raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But seriously, Musa. How did this happen? You two barely talked before.”

Musa sighed, deciding there was no way to avoid the conversation. “It just… happened, okay? We started texting after a library study session, and now we talk every day. It’s nothing serious.”

Satoru tilted his head, a rare softness in his tone. “Do you like him?”

Musa hesitated, but eventually, she nodded. “Yeah, I think so”

Satoru’s teasing demeanor hardened for a moment, an unusually serious look crossing his face. “Listen, Musa. Choso’s my friend, but you should know… he’s not exactly the ‘settle down’ type. He’s been known to hop from girl to girl when he gets bored.”

Musa’s chest tightened at his words, but she managed to keep her voice steady. “You really think he’d do that to me?”

Satoru sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen him with someone like you, but that doesn’t mean he’s changed. Just… be careful, okay? You’re my favorite little troublemaker, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Musa nodded, a lump forming in her throat. “Thanks, Satoru. I’ll be careful.”

Satoru smiled, ruffling her hair. “Alright, secret’s safe with me—for now. But if Choso hurts you, I’m feeding him to the cats he loves so much.”

Musa couldn’t help but laugh, grateful for Satoru’s chaotic but supportive energy.

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The first class of the day was dragging. Musa tapped her pen against her notebook, her attention drifting far from the professor's monotone lecture. Her phone buzzed faintly in her bag, and she instinctively reached for it.

Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard as she debated whether to text Choso. Finally, she mustered up the courage.

Musa🐰: Hey, do you wanna hang out tonight? Suguru and Shoko are going out, so the house’ll be quiet.

The message sent, and Musa stared at her phone, nerves building. A few minutes later, her phone vibrated with Choso’s reply.

Cho🦝: Sure. What time?

Musa grinned, her stomach flipping in excitement.

Musa🐰: Come over around 7?

Cho🦝: I’ll be there.

The simplicity of his response only made her smile grow. She tucked her phone away and tried to focus on the lecture, but the rest of the class was a blur. All she could think about was seeing Choso later.

When the class ended, she quickly sent another text to Shoko.

Musa🐰: The plan’s on. Let me know when you and Suguru are heading back.

Shoko’s reply came almost instantly: You got it. Good luck, girl 😉.

Musa couldn’t stop smiling as she walked to her next class, her heart racing with anticipation for the night ahead.

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At home, Musa was pacing around the living room, anxiously glancing at the clock. She had just finished tidying up, ensuring the space looked effortlessly casual, when Suguru walked in, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. He paused mid-step, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied her.

"You've been acting weird lately," he said, folding his arms. "Is everything okay?"

Musa froze, her heart skipping a beat. "What? I'm fine! Why would you think something's wrong?"

Suguru raised an eyebrow. "I don’t know, maybe because you keep pacing like you're waiting for something—or someone."

"I'm not waiting for anyone," she blurted, a little too quickly.

He frowned, stepping closer. "Are you sure? I mean, if something’s bothering you, you can talk to me." His tone softened. "Is it because I’ve been spending so much time with Shoko? I know I’ve been busy, but I never want you to feel left out."

Musa's guilt flared, but she quickly shook her head. "No! It’s not that, I promise. I’m happy for you and Shoko."

Suguru searched her face, unconvinced. "Then what is it? Because if you're not feeling well, I can stay home. Dinner can wait."

"No, absolutely not," Musa said, her voice firm. "I’m fine. You’ve been looking forward to this, and so has Shoko. Go. I'll be okay."

Suguru hesitated, his brows knitting together. "You’re sure? You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?"

"Yes, I promise," she insisted, ushering him toward the door. "If anything happens, I’ll text you, but I doubt I’ll need to."

Suguru gave her one last skeptical look before sighing. "Alright, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything."

"I won’t," Musa said, practically shoving him out the door.

"Okay, okay!" he laughed, holding up his hands in surrender as he stepped outside. "Take care, Musa."

"You too," she called, quickly closing the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Musa let out a long breath of relief, leaning against the door. Now all she had to do was wait for Choso

As she paced the living room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. The anticipation of Choso’s arrival was enough to send her nerves into overdrive and the fact that Suguru wasn’t home made it all the more thrilling.

A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly smoothed her hair, her heart racing as she opened the door to find Choso standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Hey,” he greeted, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Hi,” Musa replied, her voice quieter than intended. She stepped aside to let him in, the faint scent of his cologne brushing past her as he entered.

Choso glanced around the room, his gaze lingering on the framed photos of Suguru and Musa on the wall. “It’s a bit weird being here without Suguru,” he admitted, turning back to her. “But I don’t mind.”

Musa’s cheeks warmed at his casual tone. “Yeah, he’d probably flip out if he knew,” she said with a nervous laugh, closing the door behind him.

“Probably,” Choso agreed, a small smirk playing at his lips. He sat down on the couch, his posture relaxed. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Uh, I thought we could watch a movie?” Musa suggested, grabbing the remote.

“Works for me,” Choso said, leaning back into the cushions as Musa joined him.

She scrolled through the options, eventually settling on an action-comedy. As the movie started, she found herself acutely aware of his presence beside her. Their shoulders brushed slightly, and every time he laughed or shifted, her heart seemed to skip a beat.

“You okay?” Choso’s voice broke through her thoughts. Musa froze, realizing she had been fidgeting with the edge of her sweater.

“Y-yeah,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Choso leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure?” he asked, his hand reaching out to gently press against her forehead. “You feel a little warm.”

The closeness made her breath hitch. “I-I’m fine!” she blurted, her cheeks burning.

Choso raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he leaned back slightly. “You’re acting kind of weird, Musa.”

“I’m not!” she protested, though the crack in her voice said otherwise.

He chuckled softly, tilting his head to study her. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing!” Musa said quickly, her hands clenching the hem of her sweater.

Choso’s grin widened. “Is it me?” he asked, his tone playful.

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head furiously. “No! Why would it be you?”

He leaned in again, his gaze holding hers. “Because you’re blushing,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make her heart race.

“I’m not blushing!” she insisted, her voice rising in pitch.

“You are,” he said with a soft laugh, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. “And it’s kind of cute.”

Musa’s breath caught in her throat, her words failing her completely.

Choso’s teasing smile softened, his tone shifting to something more genuine. “You know, Musa,” he began, leaning back slightly but keeping his eyes on her. “I think you’re really cute. And… I’ve been starting to like you. And ai don't mean as a friend”

Musa’s heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it. “You—what?” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled again, though this time it was almost shy. “You heard me.”

She stared at him, her mind spinning as she tried to process his words.

“Well?” Choso prompted, his teasing grin returning. “What do you think?”

Musa’s breath hitched, and she stared at Choso, wide-eyed. “You… like me?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Choso nodded, his expression soft but unwavering. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure at first, but being around you... I can’t ignore how I feel anymore.”

Musa’s cheeks burned, and she felt her heart race even faster, as if it was about to leap out of her chest. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sweater.

Choso chuckled lightly, leaning forward. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I just… wanted you to know.”

“No!” Musa blurted, her head snapping up. “I mean… I don’t want you to think I don’t… like you, too.”

Choso’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You do?”

“I-I think so,” Musa admitted, her voice shaking slightly. She avoided his gaze, her fingers still twisting the fabric of her sweater. “You make me nervous. But not in a bad way. It’s just… you’re so close, and my heart won’t stop beating so fast, and—”

“Musa,” Choso interrupted softly, his voice laced with amusement.

She stopped rambling and finally looked at him. His smile was gentle, and the warmth in his eyes made her chest tighten.

“Take a deep breath,” he said, his tone playful but kind.

She did as he suggested, inhaling deeply to steady herself.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted, her lips curving into a small, shy smile.

Choso chuckled again, leaning back against the couch. “Good. Because I like making your heart race, but I don’t want to give you a heart attack.”

Musa let out a nervous laugh, her face heating up again. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he said with a grin, “but I’m glad I know how you feel now.”

"We have to keep it a secret though, if Sugu finds out we're both dead"

“Eh, I’m pretty sure I can take him,” Choso said with a playful smirk.

Musa rolled her eyes, but the laughter still lingered in the air, light and easy. She shook her head, leaning back against the couch. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I might be,” Choso said, his grin softening as he looked at her. “But I meant what I said earlier, you know.”

Musa turned to him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his voice. “About liking me?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone quieter now. “About you being cute. About liking you. All of it.”

She felt the heat rise to her cheeks again, and her hands instinctively continued fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “You’re making it really hard to keep a straight face,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Choso chuckled softly, leaning a little closer. “Good. I like seeing you flustered.”

“Choso,” she said, her voice faltering as she met his gaze.

“What?” he asked, his tone gentle but teasing. “Is it wrong that I want to kiss you right now?”

Musa’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t answer right away, but the way her eyes flickered to his lips gave him all the encouragement he needed.

Slowly, carefully, Choso leaned in, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of her hair away from her face. His fingers lingered against her cheek, warm and steady, as he closed the distance between them.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss, and the world seemed to fade away. It was gentle, like testing the waters of something fragile and new, yet it carried an undeniable spark that sent a rush through her veins.

When they pulled apart, Choso stayed close, his forehead nearly touching hers. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with both care and a touch of amusement.

Musa nodded, her cheeks warm and her heart fluttering. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said with a small grin. “Because I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

She let out a soft laugh, her nervousness melting into something lighter.

As the movie played on, neither of them paid it any mind. The kiss hung between them, a quiet promise of the secret they would now carry together

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A few weeks passed by, Musa leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, as she stared at her brother. Suguru was scrolling through his phone, barely acknowledging her.

“Hey, Suguru,” Musa said, her tone sweet but laced with mischief.

“What?” he asked distractedly.

“You’ve been hogging Shoko a lot lately,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “I think it’s about time I get my best friend back for a night.”

Suguru finally looked up, his brow furrowing. “What are you talking about? You see her all the time.”

“Not really,” Musa argued. “It’s been forever since we had a proper girls’ night. I mean, you’re practically glued to her these days.”

Suguru smirked, clearly unbothered by her accusation. “She’s my girlfriend. What do you expect?”

“And she’s my best friend,” Musa countered, jabbing a finger at him. “Don’t be selfish. You can survive one night without her.”

Suguru sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Take her. But don’t get her into too much trouble.”

“Please,” Musa said with a grin, already grabbing her phone to text Shoko. “We’re way too classy for trouble.”

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The bar was alive with music and chatter, the atmosphere electric. Musa and Shoko sat at a small table with drinks in hand, their laughter blending into the hum of the crowd.

“It’s been too long,” Shoko said, raising her glass to Musa. “I missed this.”

“Me too,” Musa said, clinking her glass against Shoko’s. “No boys, no drama. Just us.”

They played a few rounds of pool, Musa managing to win only because Shoko was a little tipsy and laughing too hard to concentrate. Between turns, they shared stories, teased each other, and caught up like old times.

Once they settled back at their table, Shoko leaned her chin on her hand, giving Musa a pointed look. “So,” she said, dragging the word out, “how are things with Choso?”

Musa blushed, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. “Good. Really good. He’s… sweet. When he’s not being a flirt, that is.”

Shoko smirked. “Sweet, huh? Didn’t think I’d hear that word about Choso.”

“He is,” Musa insisted, a small smile tugging at her lips. “He’s different with me. It’s… nice.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow, sipping her drink. “Different enough to make you forget that your brother would lose his mind if he found out?”

Musa groaned, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t remind me. I already feel like I’m walking on eggshells.”

“That’s kind of my point,” Shoko said, her tone more serious now. “How long are you planning to keep this a secret, Musa? You know you can’t hide it forever.”

“I don’t know,” Musa admitted, her voice soft. “I just… I’m not ready to tell him yet. Suguru’s so protective, and Choso… well, you know how Suguru sees him.”

“As a walking red flag,” Shoko said bluntly, though her eyes softened. “But you don’t, do you?”

“No,” Musa said firmly. “He’s not like that. Not with me. I just… I need more time to figure out how to tell Suguru without him losing it.”

Shoko leaned back, her gaze thoughtful. “You’re going to have to tell him eventually, you know. He’s going to find out one way or another, and it’s better if it comes from you.”

Musa nodded, her fingers twisting together. “I know. I just—what if he doesn’t understand? What if he never forgives me or Choso?”

Shoko reached across the table, placing a comforting hand over Musa’s. “He’s your brother, Musa. And he loves you. He might not like it, but he’ll get over it. Eventually.”

Musa let out a shaky breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thanks, Shoko. For everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Please,” Shoko said with a smirk, finishing her drink. “Just promise me one thing.”

“What?” Musa asked.

“Invite me to the family dinner when you drop the bombshell,” Shoko said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I want front-row seats for the chaos.”

Musa burst out laughing, shaking her head. “You’re horrible.”

“And you love me for it,” Shoko teased, raising her glass in a mock toast.

As they clinked glasses again, the tension in Musa’s chest eased. She wasn’t ready to tell Suguru yet, but having Shoko by her side made it feel a little less daunting.

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Meanwhile, Choso, Suguru, and Satoru were sprawled out in Satoru’s massive living room, pizza boxes and beer bottles scattered across the table. The TV was on, but none of them were paying attention.

“Man, it’s good to just chill,” Satoru said, leaning back and stretching. “No drama, no girls nagging us. Just the boys.”

“Speak for yourself,” Suguru muttered, grabbing another slice of pizza. “Shoko’s probably roping Musa into some wild plan as we speak.”

Choso smirked but stayed quiet, sipping his drink.

Satoru narrowed his eyes at Choso, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Speaking of, what’s up with you lately? You’ve been grinning like an idiot for weeks. What gives?”

“Yeah,” Suguru chimed in, his tone suspicious. “You’ve been awfully chipper. Got yourself a new plaything or something?”

Choso nearly choked on his drink, coughing as he tried to play it cool. “What? No. Nothing like that.”

“Don’t lie,” Satoru said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You’re a bigger flirt than me, and that’s saying something. So who is she?”

“There’s no one,” Choso said quickly, though the slight pink in his cheeks betrayed him.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. “You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Choso insisted, avoiding their eyes.

“Come on,” Satoru prodded, nudging Choso’s shoulder. “Who’s the lucky girl? Or is it girls, plural? You’ve got that player vibe going on.”

Choso groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Which means we’re right,” Satoru said with a laugh. “Who is she, Choso? Spill.”

Choso hesitated, his mind racing. He couldn’t let them know it was Musa—not now, not ever. “It’s no one,” he finally said, forcing a smirk. “Maybe I’ve just been in a good mood lately. Is that a crime?”

Satoru and Suguru exchanged a look, clearly unconvinced.

“Fine,” Satoru said, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “Keep your secrets. For now.”

“Yeah,” Suguru added, his tone warning. “But if I find out you’ve been messing with someone you shouldn’t be…”

“Relax,” Choso said, holding up his hands. “I’m not stupid.”

“Debatable,” Satoru muttered, earning a laugh from Suguru.

The two boys are unaware of how Satoru knows everything already. He doesn't dare to tell, it's all on Musa to do so.

As the night went on, Choso managed to steer the conversation away from himself, but he couldn’t shake the tension in his chest. He’d have to be more careful—especially around Suguru

[atlafan]

every time I have to text my landlord to tell him something needs to be fixed I feel so bad, but isn’t it my right to reach out to the landlord about maintenance things? I’m not used to doing this without someone else to consult the issue with, maybe y’all can help. This is what I sent him after sending a hello and sorry for being a pain text:

The basement floor has gotten wet near the washer and dryer, probably from all the rain. The little carpet next to the dryer was saturated. It’s really moist down there so a few of my boxes have gotten a little moldy. That’s on me for keeping cardboard directly on the floor. I’m planning to move some stuff to the dryer side of the basement, but it’s hard for me to stay down there for long periods of time because I have asthma. There’s a ton of sawdust, so between that, the little bit of mold, and how moist it is it’s just not great. I feel bad even complaining because I know how lucky I am to have the extra storage and the on-site laundry, like I’m super grateful for it. I just wanted to bring some of this to your attention. Idk if there’s a way to rent like a large de-humidifier just to dry the place out or something? I have a small one that I’ve been using in the sun room. I had it in the basement but I was emptying it like every four hours. I’d even pay to have a cleaning service come if it comes to that but I wanted to reach out to you first

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[thapunqueen]

okay boone, so we need you to RAWR for the camera (featuring a doodle or 2 of boone with hair bc i was just curious...)