#like an exploding volcano

[buckleysloaf]

The hold that Tommy Kinard has had on me for the past 2 months. Unmatched.

[leafyeyes417]

Source of it all

Danny and his class had gone on a trip to Gotham for a week. He wasn’t exactly happy about that since despite the lower ectoplasm levels compared to amity, there was a lot more death and he could feel them happen when nearby. It made it hard to sleep when he kept jerking awake due to it.

Everything would have been fine if during the planned events they hadn’t come within a certain distance of Arkham Asylum. Danny being a halfa gave him senses that no one else had. One minute he had been following the group and the next pure and utter terror encompassed him and he took off in a random direction to get as far away from that as possible.

When he came back to himself he was halfway across the city, utterly lost, and on the verge of a panic attack because he had never felt like that before, even when he fought Pariah Dark. Whatever was under Arkham was Bad News(TM) and he had no clue what he should do about it.

[savanir]

The Consequences

The comforting ticking of clocks fills the air, Danny cannot help himself but look at the many gigantic gears working in tandem each time that he pays Clockwork’s tower a visit.

“Alright, I’m here” Danny waves the green post it note around.

“Good,” Clockwork appears and gestures to an open door, “there is something I wish to show you, come”

Danny follows Clockwork into the room that appears to be an infinitely stretching hallway both left and right from him with the two of them in what he must assume must be the middle.

The young ghost takes a moment to process this and comes to the conclusion that this is just typical Infinite Realms ghost bullshit because clearly, logically, this is impossible.

There is a line on the hallway wall.

“Okay, what am I looking at”

“Time”

Danny takes a long deep breath of air before exaggeratingly rolling his eyes and giving Clockwork bombastic side eye, which the guy very rudely ignores.

“can you please be a little less vague Clockwork…”

the older ghost who has shifted into the appearance of a child grins at him, “very well, this line represents here, you could say it’s ‘my’ time.” a line which would sound ominous as hell if it were said by anyone other than the Ancient of Time itself.

“Did you call me here to tell me more about yourself” Danny quickly looks from Clockwork to the very important line and then quickly back to Clockwork  “is this a bonding thing, are we ghost bonding? Do you show this to all your favorite ghosts?”

“Daniel” Clockwork has shifted to his elderly form.

Danny rubs the back of his neck, "It's really cool- in a way. I kinda do feel like there is more to it though.” It’s also a little underwhelming, just a infinitely stretching dark grey stone hallway with a line on the wall, He’d expect Clockworks time to be… well… okay, so he’s got no clue what he was expecting Clockwork’s time to look like but it wasn’t this.

One thing is for sure though, Danny is no longer thinking about touching the Time Line.

“you would be correct,” Clockwork has shifted to his adult form, “let’s get back on track, the reason why I am showing you this is this discoloration over here” Clockwork gestures where to look with his staff.

“the blackish bit?”

“Correct, this is what I like to call missing time” Clockwork huffs, “I used to not mind it, but times have changed” he’s got the young king to be to worry about now.

Danny is somewhat startled while taking a closer look at the small black bit of the time line, “you’re missing time!? … please do not ask me to go find it for you”

Clockwork chuckles, “no there is no need, I know quite well where it is.” then it’s not actually missing is it?

“alright uh… I’ll just ask- What happens when you’re missing time, do you just… black out? orrrr, like, just what’s going on here”

Child Clockwork starts to explain, “During that period the Infinite Realms will move without me.”

Adult Clockwork continues, “from what I have learned of these events in the past it’s safe to say something will soon happen in this section of the realms, something big and dangerous, the tower is protected against these events- by going into a form of stasis.”

Elderly Clockwork finishes, “like I said, in the past this was of no concern of mine, the tower functions as intended, preserving me and time itself as it should, but I worry for you Daniel.”

“I’ve called you here to warn you, mayhap you could find out what this danger is, not to prevent it, but to ensure you yourself will not get hurt.” preventing it is sadly no longer possible. with the dark coloration on the wall the event happening is all but set in stone.

“can’t you look forward to see what it is? or maybe give me a hint or something?”

“sadly not, for me the time is wholly missing, in the sense that it will happen, and so in a way has already happened, which means-” Danny quickly waves his arm around to prevent Clockwork from going into a time tangent and give him a legendary headache, “-which means you will not be able to help me now, or during, or after. I understand.” the boy then sighs, “I’ll look into it I guess”

“Be careful” Clockwork says gravely in his adult form.

Danny nods, and deep in his core he can feel the unspoken please.

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The young halfa really does try to figure out what might happen, what might be wrong, but it is incredibly hard when you have no clues what so ever.

Time passes, life goes on as usual- as it always does.

And then it starts.

Ripples go through the realms, an oppressive pressure building up. minor shades and blob ghosts scatter darting in every direction as long as it’s away from the perceived threat.

Not long after that there is strange crackling and rumbling, artifacts start behaving weirdly, powering up rapidly.

Walker’s prison becomes a fortress that he’s quickly losing control over locking everything and anything down tight.

Both Skulker’s and Undergrowth’s domains life grows rapidly. And although Undergrowth doesn’t mind Skulker certainly does, his jungle is his hunting playground, not the other way around! And that wouldn’t even be that much of a problem if his suit wasn’t completely on the fritz.

Desiree hides herself away deeply in her haunt, frightful of her own powers going absolutely haywire with every wish she grants, usually she enjoys the chaos- but this is rapidly getting out of hand.

Clockwork manages to catch Pariah’s keep going into its own magical automated lockdown before his tower does the same in its own way.

More and more ghosts decide to evacuate away from this corner of the realms, opting to temporarily stay somewhere else and return once whatever this mess is is over.

While all that is going on in the realms outside in the realm of the living Danny still has no clue what’s going on but his powers are freaking out more and more and he’s very glad that there are no ghost attacks because he’s not sure what will happen if he actually has to put some power in his abilities.

For now he’s simply not using them, instead deciding that while this is going on he’s just a regular living human boy with no special gifts, and you know, maybe it’ll all just blow over on its own and settle down.

So far any attempts on Team Phantom’s end to figure out what the hell is going on in the realms has led to nothing. They can obviously detect the surges of power slamming through the zone but they can’t find the origin. 

The best they have got so far is that whatever it is has something to do with leylines. a suggestion brought up by Sam after Tucker mapped out some of the ripples and Sam recognized some of the shapes from her occult witchy books.

This sadly didn’t answer much and honestly only made Danny go, “This better not be some culty bullshit then”

and Tucker hissing, “bro don’t jinx it!”

When it all comes to a head it was just a normal average school day. After hearing them all out Jazz decided that the best course of action was to lock the doors of the portal just in case, and look further into ley lines later that day.

English class had a little outing planned, the whole class went on a short trip out of the city and into the forest for a special assignment.

Mr Lancer told them to find a scenery there that would inspire them, take a picture, and then write three pieces about it of various word counts, this was to teach them about word use and what not. Just regular shit, Danny wasn’t paying that much attention.

while trudging around in the woods, trying to avoid Dash and Kwan and find something to photograph does he feel it. It’s like his entire skeleton freezes over, a thin layer of frost over his entire insides that shatters right after.

Tucker yelps, “Danny what the hell was that!?”

Danny slaps his hands over his mouth, “I think that was my ghost sense? but like insane?”

“what”

Then a small portal opens and a tiny green blur speeds out and crashes right into Danny’s chest.

Danny can’t help but catch whatever it is and he quickly identifies it as Cujo when he can take a proper look.

The poor thing is shivering and whining and abrasions on his paws quickly clue the gang in that the little dog is hurt.

“Jezus, what happened to him?” asks Sam looking worried for the little guy.

Cujo whines and burrows down Danny’s jacket and into Danny's shirt, by now the A listers as well as Valerie have noticed something weird is going on. 

once Valerie recognizes the puppy butt going down Danny’s shirt does she shout, “that vile beast! Let me at them! Don’t worry Danny I have something that will deal with that thing real fast, just stand still!”

Sam immediately jumps in front of Danny to shield him and Cujo.

“Uhm, that’s a puppy,” says Paulina derisively while Star next to her starts to coo as Cujo’s small head pops up from Danny’s neckline, snuggled in fully and clearly content to be and stay right where he is.

"Sooooo cute!” Star just wants to snuggle it, if only all ghosts were adorable little animals, then the whole ghost thing all the time wouldn’t be nearly so annoying.

“That thing is evil,” Valerie fumes.

“It’s a fucking puppy, Gray. What the hell is your damage” Paulina and Valerie viciously verbally tear into each other and Sam hates to admit it but she’s really glad for Paulina’s redirection of Val’s ire.

because she’s right, Cujo is just a puppy.

Mr. Lancer shows up noticing the commotion and increasing volume of Valerie and Paulina’s now borderline screaming match to put an end to all that.

And it’s right then, right when everyone is fully distracted that a flash happens in the distance quickly followed by a tremor through that they can feel in the ground.

Then the sound reaches them, a loud boom and right after dark clouds quickly rise up in the distance where the flash originated.

All of it happens incredibly fast but right after Mr. Lancer wastes no time to round them all up and head back to the meeting point

“Holy shit that came from Amity”

“Did the town blow up?!”

“I’m texting my parents”

"Hi? mom? Are you okay? yeah? what the fuck happened!?”

dread pools in Danny’s stomach, it grows heavier as he gets no response, it does not lift even slightly through Mr. Lancer’s general reassurances to the whole class, holding Cujo tightly to his chest helps a little, but the frantic feeling keeps surging through his body as the whole class gets into the bus to head back home.

Back in Amity it’s just chaos, police sirens, fire fighters, people out on the street, for once there are no ghost warnings blaring and it’s all the stranger for it, all the more worrying.

This isn’t a ghost attack, this is a normal explosion, and it’s so much worse because of it.

Everyone is used to ghost attacks, they aren’t used to normal explosions.

Once back in Amity things get a bit blurry for Danny, he vaguely remembers school, there was a lot of rushing of people, he vividly remembers constantly trying to contact his parents and Jazz and being incredibly worried and frustrated that they aren’t responding to anything.

He very clearly remembers that Mr. Lancer was there through all of it, when everyone else got picked up, Danny remembers both Sam and Tucker not wanting to leave him and go with their parents, but he’d… well there wasn’t really…

things stopped making sense when the police showed up specifically for him. 

After that it was all just one big dark smear.

—✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—

The street is pulverized, his house and those adjacent to it are reduced to rubble.

The other buildings are badly damaged enough that the people have to be relocated until repairs are completed and they are confirmed to be safe, for the ones closest to the explosion there is a high likelihood that the structural integrity is compromised. 

They might need to be torn down as well if that’s the case.

All the windows are smashed in a very wide radius around the initial point of the explosion, overall the scene looks like… like something out of a war documentary.

Danny doesn’t get to see much of that though, he’s put in a meeting room, or office, with some things to snack on and water to drink, both untouched, and Cujo in his lap.

The basement exploded, well, the lab or even more specifically, the portal exploded. But the local authorities don’t know about all that stuff so for them right now it’s just the basement.

And seeing as there is honestly nothing left, it's very possible that they are never going to realize there was a gateway to the realm of the dead under that house in the first place.

His mom and dad are… gone, as well as Jazz, she was most likely upstairs- studying.

Danny swallows and holds Cujo closer, nobody has bothered him about the ghost dog, everyone is just treating the little guy like a regular dog, Danny would appreciate it if he wasn’t completely numb.

He’s trying very hard to just keep it all together and not start spiraling cause this is all very painfully familiar, explosion, death, they are contacting Vlad, it’s taking really long.

But from this point forward he’s going to have to do everything in his power to not slip, this is it. He can’t afford- Cause Clockwork isn’t availa- is that it? 

Is all this caused by the mess in the realms!?

Now Danny has to fight the thoughts that he should have done more, taken it more seriously, researched harder, he’d gotten an on time proper and clear warning for fucks sake! Why didn’t he- Why didn’t he-!?

But he did didn’t he? There was basically nothing to go off of, he tried really hard with the tools that he had and he had been making progress, it just wasn’t enough, he didn’t- couldn’t figure it out on time, and-

Why is it taking so damn long to contact Vlad and get this nightmare fully going he wants out of this room it’s getting suffocating!

The door opens, the nice sounding lady regretfully informs him that there seems to be more bad news, she brings it very gently and carefully, most likely trying to not re traumatize him again.

But it comes down to this, Vlad’s estate has blown up as well and nobody knows where he is, they haven’t found, ahem, him yet.

Danny swallows, that’s not how this is supposed to go.

“You think Vlad is dead?” he stammers out.

“We-” she starts clearly thinking very hard about how to word this, “Right now he’s considered missing, I’m afraid that any attempts to reach him hasn’t been answered but search and rescue-”

Danny blinks, he knows Vlad’s phone just has reception in the zone, and something as a portal explosion wouldn’t take him out, the guy should be chomping at the bit to come and get him. So he’s… incapacitated.

“-however, in the meantime the Foley’s have generously accepted to temporarily take you in, I have heard you are good friends with their son Tucker so-”

Danny perks up a little, and Cujo sleepily snuffles before settling in again, “that sounds good, as much as anything can sound good right about now”

The lady tries to hide her wince and gives him a pitying smile instead, both suck.

The next thing Danny knows he’s wrapped up in a tight hug by his best friend.

“You’ll get through this man, we’re here for you, Sam is in spirit here with us right now, if you’re very quiet you can hear her furious yelling at her parents to let her go so she can hug you too”

Danny gives him a watery laugh, “thanks, I just- fuck”

“yeah… yeah”

it’s bad, but it’s not like that time with Nasty Burger, he’s still got Sam and Tucker, Mr. Lancer too, who is certainly not stopping checking in with Danny either.

And Vlad is missing.

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The zone is a mess, it’s also devoid of life, more than usual, devoid of unlife might be a better way to put it? 

Suddenly tracing the point where this mess came from is a lot easier, Sam came with the idea that the one or ones or thing or whatever that started all this probably did something to hide what they were doing.

They go past Clockworks tower, still encased in a perfect time still bubble, seeing none of the outer gears move even an inch is rather unnerving.

eventually they reach a gigantic neon green flaming crack in reality, or at least that’s what it looks like. 

with Cujo’s aid they move back into the living world somewhat to the right of the reality tear.

It turns out that on the living side of things the tear is a big erupting neon green magma spewing volcano.

By Danny’s estimates the green is ecto adjacent but feels horrible wrong.

“so this volcano was connected to the realms somehow and when it erupted…” Sam shivers, “so natural disaster?”

Tucker looks from his PDA trying to make sense of the ecto energy readings and the still spewing volcano, “there is no seismic activity here, that volcano was dead, something triggered it”

“or someone” hisses Danny, “I’ll have a closer look around as Phantom, do not hesitate to contact me if you see someone or something” 

Sam and Tucker both agree and Danny transforms and heads into the volcano.

the place is… weird, there are ruins, and some ritualistic areas, there is a huge mostly destroyed pool where new debris occasionally still falls into, causing a new explosion, Danny takes a few samples of the stuff in the pool to investigate later, cause even though it’s the same toxic green it’s clearly different from the stuff the volcano is spewing into the air.

Then he makes a quick sweep through the underground caverns and stumbles upon a sight he was not expecting.

Unconscious Vlad. Though upon closer inspection it’s revealed to Danny he’s very cold and stiff, so properly dead Vlad. 

The idea is… ridiculous.

So is that it then? Vlad found some neat new place to fuck around with shit he shouldn’t and he found out in the most explosive way possible, and now there is some manner of ecto volcano or whatever, though probably not cause it just doesn’t feel like ecto… But anyway it all exploded in Vlad’s face and he died and caused another Pariah Dark level event through the Realms and somehow managed to also kill Danny’s parents and Jazz while he was at it.

Danny lifts Vlad’s corpse up and takes him with him to Sam and Tucker. Whatever happened down there happened, but Vlad’s corpse doesn’t deserve to just be left there to rot, just like Danny’s parents and Jazz, he didn’t deserve to die (fully).

Sam and Tucker startle violently when he carefully lays his body down nearby.

“Ancients! is he-” Sam takes a hesitating step forward

“I don’t sense anything from him anymore, like, there is supposed to be something there and there just isn’t so…”

“fucking hell” Tucker wipes a head over his face, “can we- I would really like to go home now, I think I’ve gotten enough of this place”

The trio agrees and after some back and forth they have decided that Danny will put Vlad’s corpse in a not yet combed through section of his estate. Search and rescue will find his body, and then… uhhh…

“I worry about everything after that when we get there, alright?” Danny says, and that’s that.

It feels… wrong, but none of them can come up with a better plan so…

It’s not long the next day that the same nice lady contacts Danny about Vlad.

Danny was expecting that. 

What he wasn’t expecting was that eventually in that conversation a whole new bomb got dropped on him.

Because apparently Vlad has registered him as his heir, as in like heir to Dalv.co

And heir to a lot of money.

Time passes, the world is in magical chaos, the Justice League is solving it. Danny isn’t involved in any of it. 

He just had a funeral and is now looking at the graves of his parents and his sister, and a little bit over there is Vlad.

Cujo is still with him, the little guy seems to have decided that he’s just not going anywhere without Danny so he has a dog now, he’s always wanted a dog.

There is a man a respectful distance behind him, apparently that’s Vlad’s butler, his butler now, since when did Vlad have a butler? Danny cannot remember there being a butler the last time he was forced to go to Vlad’s creepy mansion.

It’s starting to rain.

“Master Daniel,” oh no, he’s going to have to put an end to that right away.

Danny turns and takes a step to the guy, “please call me Danny”

“time stop”

Danny startles as everything around him stops moving, rain drops freezing in place.

The butler in front of him now looks a lot like Clockwork.

“First I want to give you my condolences, I am very sorry for your loss Danny” Clockwork looks well and truly remorseful, he’s genuine. There is a tiny part of Danny that instantly wants to rage and scream at him about the unfairness of it all. But Clockwork cannot do anything, not this time.

“And secondly,” he changes back into the very regular human butler appearance, “I’ll be around to aid you along this new path”

Danny blinks.

oh, well, okay then.

Clockwork introduces himself as Conrad W. Kronus and makes it very clear that to everyone that matters he’s always existed. 

There will be no need to worry about any paperwork or whatever, from here on out Danny will get to stay at the other estate Vlad got in Amity so he could do his Major work more easily and he’ll get to live there with his butler and his dog.

That way he can finish school in Amity Park comfortably.

There is of course still the matter of Dalv.co to worry about but Clockwork reassures him that he doesn’t have to think about any of that just yet and to focus on grieving properly instead.

He says all that while driving them home in one of Vlad’s fancy cars, Danny didn’t think the old ghost would know how to drive at all…

It’s when they arrive and Cujo jumps out of his arms to explore his new home while Clockwork goes about his own maybe butlery duties while Danny kind of just stands in the main living room that a sudden realization comes to him.

“oh- this is… I’m like Bruce Wayne now”

[ghostorbz]

I made graphics instead of going to bed

Plus zadr stuff,,,

[sepdet]

So I said I was gonna shift alarming politics off to my sideblog, but lol, interesting times. One of my geology blorbos is misbehaving. [Edit: Not the geologist. The geology. I have a Thing for Santorini]

I almost didn't click on the clickbait title, but the excitable young geologist gives a more informative explainer than any other I've seen.

[faroffsong]

Why am I incapable of dealing with normal life.

[seraphimankh]

On a scale of 1 to 10, how stressed it Glinda?

Hmmm probably an 8 or 9 lol

[icy-book]

*desprately clinging to terrick* you guys don't understand. the potential,, the POTENTIAL . im going to scream they could've been each others former everything the thing they lost that they could never get back the home you can't go back to but you're still homesick for I'm going to melt

[stunie]

helloooo! I just wanted to stop by and say hi! it's nice to meet you and be moots with you. I really enjoyed reading your ushijima drabble, so thanks for sharing it ^u^ I hope you'll have a lovely evening, Zevie!

HIHI new moot !! hi zebra !! you’re so kind ): your tags made me all giddy anjsjskk i was smiling like this -> 😊

i’m so happy u liked that one !!! AND I AM SO EXCITED TO READ YOUR WRITING AS WELL i literally have one of your works in my tbr / drafts rn omg.

wishing u the loveliest rest of your week ever !! THANK U FOR STOPPING BY.

[gardenoblues]

First & Last sentence tag war

so apparently i was tagged so many times but i failed to reply due to piled up works, (lazzinessss) and fatigue lol im so sorry ily all. here goes nothing (i swear i will upload all this when break starts next week. tagged by @dark-visitors @ablatheringblatherskite @anotherbluesunday @writerrose1998 @cosmic-lullaby @realisticintentions @fandom-geek17 @chaoticstupiddm <33 (not sure if that's everyone srry) so the first sentence is this overdue prompt that has snail-like progress, even i got bored of it but will still upload it later on. (also, thinking of a title is one son of a bitch to do if that makes sense)

this is the last sentence and my current obsession with the first ever random mood board that i made ><

tagging back all these wonderful pips and everyone that wants to join <3 @dark-visitors @ablatheringblatherskite @anotherbluesunday @writerrose1998 @cosmic-lullaby @realisticintentions @fandom-geek17 @chaoticstupiddm tysm for ur patience and kindness and for still tagging me tho i rarely reply back ilyy

[dewgongs]

i am happy that my stress gets to be my stress and thats the only real stress i have to worry about anymore

[sarcasmandships]

sorry i can’t im busy cleaning my room (putting 17162829 cans of monster and 382819 dead vapes in the bin)

[clawsdevour]

more or less?

wc: 0.3k content warning: smut, boifran suna x reader, mention of overstim, not proofread

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whimpers and moans filled the humid air, which smelled like love. suna's husky voice cooing in your ears as you're just barely unable to take in the amount of pleasure he's thrusting into you at a hasty pace.

the grip you have on his muscular and toned arms was increasing in strength like you were about to tear into his arms to keep yourself together under his large stature.

suna's words completely melt the moment he tries to speak, repeatedly moaning in between his words before giving up and peppering you with rough pecks on your hot face.

hitting your g-spot multiple times, you can't help but gasp with your mouth wide open in shock from the immense pressure starting to swelter down below. it was like a volcano about to erupt and explode, just inching towards the rim. every inch of suna's dick that left and entered contributed to your release with each and every hard thrust thrust.

you're so overstimulated, trembling even, before wrapping your shaking legs around his toned waist for more stability. the heat emitting off of your body dissolves the whole room, creating a sheen layer of sweat that reflected off your silhouettes.

noticing how you're completely folded, suna can't help but express a small smirk on his lips followed by a lingering sinful look in his fox-like eyes to which he's going at a overly rapid despite him, himself being barely able to take it. the moment you were about to squirm back, suna swiftly grabs your wrists with a firm grip and pins them down above your head as you let out a sob.

suna's smirk is even more apparent watching you squirm and shiver from all the pleasure. even more, suna's moaning and whimpering your name right at your ear to tease until you saw white.

kissing you softly on the cheek, his cock still inside your plush and soft pussy that's molded to his size, suna's rocking his hips in a slow and painfully shivering rate—listening for more of your cries.

masterlist here

[thatonegrimm]

🌙 Saja Boys – When Your Sick

(Yes this was inspired by the sick day shenanigans post)

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🧿 Jinu 

You sneezed once—once—and Jinu burst into your room like an apocalypse scout. He had a thermometer in one hand, a first-aid kit in the other, and what might’ve been a demon seal scroll tucked under his arm.

You stared at him, mid-sniffle. “…What in the—?”

“Sit up,” he said, already pressing the back of his hand to your forehead like he’d seen in dramas. “You're warm. How long? Symptoms? Have you eaten?”

“It’s just a cold,” you said, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “I’m fine.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re sweating. You’re not fine.”

You were about to argue, but your sinuses chose that exact moment to betray you with a loud, honking sneeze.

Jinu looked vindicated. “Exactly. I’ll make tea. Do you want ginseng? Peppermint? Or the one that kind of tastes like dirt but boosts your immunity by 2.3x?”

You coughed. “That’s… specific.”

“I researched it.”

He left in a flurry of slippers and determination. When he came back, you half expected a potion.

Instead, it was just tea—your favorite kind, perfectly steeped. No magic, no weird herbs. Just Jinu, sitting beside you, close but careful.

“…Thank you,” you murmured, sipping.

He cleared his throat, then held out your tissues. “I’m watching you. If you get worse, I will summon someone.”

“Like a doctor?”

“Like a mountain spirit.”

You laughed—and then coughed—and then leaned your head on his shoulder anyway.

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💪 Abby 

You told Abby not to worry. That it was “just a cold.” That you had tissues and tea and Netflix, and didn’t need a full-service nurse.

So he tried to be chill about it. He really did.

You woke up to three pots bubbling on the stove, five grocery bags full of soup ingredients, and a muscled himbo in a pink apron with a ladle in one hand and your recipe book upside-down in the other.

“Morning!” he called cheerfully. “How’s my patient?”

“…Did something explode?”

“Nope!” he said too quickly. “That was steam.”

You padded into the kitchen to find what looked like a broth volcano on the stove. There were bones. There were so many bones.

“You used the whole marrow pack?!”

“I thought more bones meant more strength! Like, spiritually.”

You groaned.

But���after some pan-scrubbing and a few jokes at his expense—he served you a bowl of homemade bone broth. It was chunky, steaming, and way too salty.

You ate all of it.

When he offered seconds, you shook your head. “Any more and I will die. But… thank you. This was sweet.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, bashful. “I just… hate seeing you down.”

You blinked.

He added, softly: “If I can’t punch the sickness out of you, I can at least feed you ‘til you feel human again.”

You smiled. That sounded like Abby logic.

You also made him promise never to touch your spice rack again without supervision.

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📚 Mystery 

Your fever was the kind that made the world swim—too hot, too dry, too still. You drifted in and out of shallow sleep, your skin clammy and your thoughts slow.

At some point in the night, you opened your eyes and felt… weight.

Not heavy, but warm. Anchoring.

Mystery was there, curled at the foot of your bed, his back pressed lightly to your legs like a sleepy, oversized cat. One arm dangled a book over the side, pages slightly bent. Your cough drops sat on the table, next to a glass of water he must’ve refilled at least twice.

He hadn't noticed you wake.

“...Mystery?” you croaked, your voice sandpaper.

He blinked slowly, eyes catching the soft glow of your bedside lamp. “You’re awake,” he murmured.

You shifted. “You didn’t have to stay.”

His voice was quiet, hoarse from disuse. “You left the light on.”

“…You don’t sleep with the light on.”

“I do when you’re sick.”

You stared at him, and he looked away, like he’d revealed something he shouldn’t have.

Without thinking, you scooted over and patted the space beside you.

He hesitated. Then carefully moved closer, like he was afraid he’d melt you with his body heat. He didn’t speak again, just draped the blanket up to your shoulder and rested his hand beside yours—close enough to touch, but waiting.

You laced your fingers through his without a word.

His breath caught. Just once.

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💋 Romance 

Even sick, you were suspicious.

Romance offering to voluntarily nurse you back to health was as uncharacteristic as Baby offering to do the taxes.

Still, you let him in. And sure enough, he showed up with soup, a forehead thermometer, and a steaming towel carefully folded like a spa gift.

“…Where did you get this towel?” you asked groggily.

He winked. “Don’t worry about it.”

You accepted the care, if only because you were too exhausted to resist. But even at your most pitiful—sweatpants, red nose, tangled hair—he still leaned in and said, “Still the prettiest person I’ve ever seen.”

You groaned. “You’re a menace.”

He grinned. “A menace who just watched you eat an entire bowl of my cooking.”

“…That was store-bought, wasn’t it?”

“Shhh.” He pressed the cold water bottle to your cheek.

You narrowed your eyes. “Romance. You don’t do caretaking. What’s the angle?”

His voice softened, teasing edge melting like sugar. “No angle.”

You were about to argue again—when he reached out, brushed his thumb over your lip.

“You always put that tint on like this,” he murmured, “just a little in the center. You don’t even know you do it.”

Your mouth parted. Heart stuttered.

“You’ve been watching me?”

He tilted his head, too pretty for your immune system. “I always do.”

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🔥 Baby 

“I’m contagious,” you warned him. “Don’t come near me.”

Baby squatted just outside blanket range, arms crossed. “You said that yesterday and you still looked like death.”

“That’s because I feel like death.”

“So I should be close. Just in case.”

You gave him a Look. “You’re a demon. You’re not immune to colds, you know.”

“I’ve burned plagues out of forests.”

“That is not the same thing—”

Too late. He lunged, grabbed the edge of your blanket, and in one smooth motion, wrapped you up like a burrito. You flailed helplessly inside your soft, cotton prison.

“Baby!”

He tucked the corners expertly. “There. Human contained. Toasted evenly on all sides.”

You poked your nose out from a fold. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You glared. He raised an eyebrow. “You let me do this ‘cause you know I worry.”

Your anger deflated.

“…You make a good space heater,” you grumbled.

He reached over and conjured a flicker of flame to float above the nightstand, casting warm light over both of you. Then he leaned against the bed, his hand lightly resting on your burrito-wrapped knee.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he said. “Even if you’re gross.”

You sniffed. “Wow. Romantic.”

He smirked. “I know.”

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M-List

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Shared Custody

NSFW links | two daddies are better than one…

🌵 Mingi had a big cock, no matter how many times he’d fucked you, you never got used to his enormous girth splitting you open.

🌵 Waking up with Yunho between your legs was the perfect way to get your day started.

🌵 Mingi surprised you with a new harness, it didn’t take long for him to stick his dick into your ass.

🌵 If you’re already home when Yunho’s coming home from work you can be sure to be in this position as soon as he’s set foot inside.

🌵 Mingi usually gets horny in the middle of the night, lucky for him you’re there to suck his massive cock, watching him explode like a volcano.

🌵 Yunho loves when you use his cock, making him cum all over you and then ride him again and again.

🌵 Having Mingi sucking and slurping your pussy after he’s filled it with his babies, spreading your legs open with his muscular arms as you shake and whine.

🌵 The night before Yunho returns you to Mingi he needs to have a good fuck and fill you up with his thick cock so he can last a week without your pussy.

🌵 At the beginning of your relationship you and Mingi always used condoms… but after 30 minutes of fucking you decided it’s better without, fuck it if you get pregnant.

🌵 Every morning with Yunho began with soft, vanilla sex, just feeling each others naked bodies together.

🌵 Fucking Mingi was all about the cum, it had to be sticky and messy. If it’s not pouring out of you like a waterfall it ain’t enough. Also fuck the condom.

🌵 Yuyu wanna play, he’ll cuff your arms behind your back and pound you like the slut you are.

🌵 One thing you love most is when they team up and fuck both your holes at the same time.

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what if someday the world outside matches the hellscape in our minds like the hell panel in garden of earthly delights. what will we do