#other day. something something i must just be a teeth hurt kinda guy.

[sharkjumpers]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

[hotluncheddie]

For the @steddie-spooktober day 19 prompt : zombie

rated: T | cw: none | tags: post s4, Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington, Steve is giving

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Eddie knocks on Steve’s door at exactly 7pm, precisely when he said he would.

Partly because he’s been looking forward to watching his favourite film again all week. And, well, mostly because he’s been looking forward to watching his favourite film alone with Steve all week. He set enough reminders and planned his day ahead so he’d be right on time.

Steve opens the door a few seconds later, soft and glowing in his glasses and yellow sweater.

Time alone with Steve is still something Eddie can’t really believe is real. Let alone when the guy listening to his rants and actually, genuinely seems interested in what he has to say.

‘Hey Ed’s.’ He says and Eddie bows slightly, presenting his prized VHS of ‘Night of the Living Dead’, the one he found in Indi months ago and hasn’t stopped being obsessed with since.

‘Come on in then.’ Steve smiles at Eddie’s seriousness, walks him towards the low cozy light of the den with a hand on his lower back. ‘I’ll just get us a soda.’ He says softly, leaving Eddie to put the movie in and sit with the tingles that are travelling up his spine.

‘So this movie is, like, a big deal then?’ Steve asks as he comes back in and sits down. Handing Eddie a coke.

‘It is a big deal! He reimagined and reinvented a whole genre of horror. It’s like, it’s actually culturally significant yeah?’ Eddie says, swinging his coke around and darting his eyes around the room.

He looks to his side. Steve staring at him with his head resting in his palm, little smile on his face. ‘Go on.’ He says.

‘So yeah.’ Eddie swallows and shifts, tugging at his shirt. ‘It was released in the 70’s along with some other movies like Pink Flamingos by John Waters and fuckin Eraserhead and Rocky Horror Picture Show dude. Seriously weird shit. And they travelled around and screened late at night. So basically only freaks and weirdos went to see them. But that was perfect because these movies were made by and for freaks and weirdos, you know?’ Eddie finishes, buzzing with excitement.

‘I know now.’ Steve says softly, still looking at Eddie with his little please smile.

Eddie blinks, feeling too hot under Steve’s gaze. ‘Yeah so, anyway, it’s super important that you watch this, I mean you work at Family Video and Halloween is next week. You gotta know the fundamentals Stevie.’

Steve nods and Eddie watches his hand as he presses play. They both relax back against the sofa, Steve scooting a little closer and putting his arm across the back cushions. Eddie tries not to act weird. Tries to focus on the movie, he loves this movie.

But he can feel the heat radiating off of Steve’s chest. Can hear his breathing and smell his cologne.

He can feel his horrendously huge crush for the guy banging at his rib cage, begging to be let free.

But, it really is his favourite movie, so it engrossed Eddie in the end, the thrill of the story unfolding in that little wooden house never gets old.

But then the soft flannel of Steve’s pyjama pants is pressing against Eddie’s jeans. And Steve’s warmth is getting closer, the arm on the sofa shifting to around Eddie’s shoulders. ‘I know you said it was a horror but, it’s kinda spookier than I expected.’ Steve whispers to Eddie in the near darkness. So close now he’s sure Steve must be able to feel the rapid beat of his heart.

Eddie almost pulls away. Too afraid by the potential, by the what if of it going all wrong, of everything he has with Steve falling apart in his fingers. But he’s seen Steve on a battlefield, he’s seen Steve by his bedside in hospital. He’s seen steve in so many ways, and each one is the bravest thing he’s ever known.

So, Eddie decides to be brave too, he leans in close and wraps a protective arm around Steve’s waist. ‘I got you.’ He says, serious. ‘Won’t let the zombies hurt you.’ And he watches Steve’s smile grow, teeth glinting in the light of the television.

Eddie’s cheeks are on fire. But there’s no place he’d rather be, as Steve settles with his head on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie holds on for dear life.

‘Night of the living dead’ is definitely the best movie ever made.

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[hiskillingjar]

Knife Play (Strade/MC)

yeah he would do that. he would. also damn you guys are depressed, huh? (me too) stream give great thanks by dorian electra.

day 26: knife play second person. cw for self harm mentions.

"Thank you!"

You shouted through grit teeth, jets of drool streaming down your chin and agonised tears welling in your eyes, clenched shut and tight, as the blade dragged a fresh, bleeding line into your skin.

"Mmf, thank you, thank you!" You repeated, shaking fingers clenching the coil of rope keeping your arms aloft, above your head.

"Hah, your gratitutde really is infection, meine liebe," Strade said with a shit eating grin, pulling the bloody knife from your new wound and wiping it clean on his khakis, eyeing you as your chest heaved up and down, trying to acclimate to the pain. "Shouldn't I be the one thanking you, hm?"

"N-No, sir," You murmured, your voice trembling and your teeth chattering from the pain (from the cold, with so much blood streaming out of your body). You did your best to smile under his gaze. "I'm...hah, I'm so grateful...that you're being so generous w-with your pain..."

"Oh, so I'm 'sir' now?" He then asked with a delighted chuckle, reaching forward and stroking over the myriad of wounds he'd left on your body. There must have been ten, particularly deep cuts by now, and you knew that he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. "Mm, kinda fucked up that you're putting those two things together," He raised a brow towards you. "Isn't it?"

Your lips trembled, watching as he lowered the knife down to your thigh (already scarred, you had done this countless times before, seeking a similar kind of pleasure and pain that you could never replicate on your own) again, to start on an eleventh gash in your skin. 

"Ahhh, but I forgot," He then gestured the knife against his chin, as if in deep thought, leaving you without that illusive eleventh cut. "You're some...ahh, fucked up, masochistic freak who likes this, right? That’s why you’re enjoying this, instead of cowering in pain, like a smart person would do."

"Yes," You agreed readily with a nod of your head, keeping your eyes locked on the knife, locked on the silver steel, stained red with your blood and just wanting more. "Yes, whatever you say, sir.” Your bloody thighs pressed together tightly, in a poor attempt to conceal your rapt arousal. “I-I'm a freak, a fucked up masochist, please, just-"

"Hm?” He hummed, dropping the knife from his chin and looking at you, curiously, inquisitively. “What’s that?”

“Strade…” You murmured pleadingly, your brows knitting together as your wrists strained in their bonds above your head, the course rope cutting into your skin. “Please…please, please, please…”

“Heh. You’re so desperate,” He said, his grin softening into a gentler smile as he leaned closer towards you, his bent knees touching yours. “More than anyone else I’ve ever seen. Doesn’t that make you feel…kind of ashamed, liebe?” He leaned in more, bringing his face close to yours. “That you’re making someone like me pause?"

"S-So,” You sniffed away another stream of tears. “I'm making you proud?" You asked quietly, as he smoothed his bloody hand over your wet cheek (wet with tears and sweat, nothing else yet).

"Ah, well, don't put words in my mouth," He laughed a little more heartily, tilting his head to the side as he gazed at you admiringly. "I wouldn't go that far. Maybe if you were the other way inclined, if you had something even close to a sadistic impulse, I might feel something close to pride, but-"

"I'd do that for you," You said quickly, trying to inch closer to him (as much as your ropes would allow). "I-If you cut me more, if you hurt me, I'll hurt someone else, too. And I'll enjoy it, too, I promise I will."

He pulled back from you with another curious look, blinking those golden eyes slowly.

"...You're serious?"

You nodded.

"So, please, mm," A pulse of pain ran through you, making you shiver and jerk in your ropes, a painful warmth twisting in your core. "Please cut me...please?"

"Wow," He said plainly, pushing a hand through his hair (smearing blood across his tan skin, red complimented it so wonderfully, it always did) before letting out a scoffed laugh. "Jesus. You really are too much, you know that."

"H-Huh-AH!"

He suddenly raked the stained knife over your wounds, roughly, purposefully cruel and brutal, reopening them and making them gush out a near torrent of blood over your skin and the basement’s cement floor. He then dragged the eleventh cut deep into your skin, cutting past the first barrier of muscle, surely, and carving into your flesh like you were a piece of meat.

God, what a wonderful comparison 

"NGH, GOD!" You cried out, pulling at your ropes, pressing your face against his shoulder as your body jerked from the sudden pain. "THANK YOU, THANK YOU!"

"I don't think I've ever met someone who hated themselves so much," He pushed his free hand into the back of your matted, sweaty hair, using it to jerk your head upwards and force your eyes together. "That they were willing to make someone else to suffer, just because of it. A little more than just being a little masochistic, aren't you, liebe?"

Hhhhh," You breathed hard, your hair covering your face as more strings of drool ran down your chin, covered your naked chest, shivering as you lost even more blood.

"Yesss, the only one of your kind, I think," He continued, scratching your scalp with his dirty nails, caked with grime and blood. You wanted to ask him to do the same to your cuts, but couldn’t find the words to, amidst your whimpers. "Like a different breed. Different even from me, I think. Hah!" 

He barked out a laugh, giving your hair another mean pull as he dragged a twelfth cut into your thigh, deep and painful, once again.

"I think you might be all alone, meine liebe. How sad is that?"

“F-FUCK!” You screamed openly, teeth grit so tightly that you were scared they would break apart, as lucky thirteenth was dragged into your leg, deeper than any of the others had been.

If he wanted to saw right through your leg, you would have let him, you thought.

Though, you were a little too delirious to do anything close to real thinking. 

Best to leave that to him.

“I’ll have to keep you company, won’t I?~”

[decaydanceredacted]

pete fighting uhh pinning him down. and uhh. pussy. yeah. so like. Sorry i went on a rant i’ve been stuck on this specific thought for days and i thought i’d save it to submit it. :-)

to start off, pete’s a good fight, honestly. he’s physically strong and relatively little - so he can move pretty quick and hit pretty hard. so its pretty hard to get him down onto the ground, but not too bad. it’s some deserted parking lot, the van blocks the streetlamp from really lighting us up. so i get him on his back. he’s probably dressed in something skimpy, because he’s a whore, and his hair is probably all messed up. he hasn’t had the chance to fuck with it in a few days, so its curled up at the edges from sweat. he’s grimy. sweaty. probably smells terrible. but he kinda looks pretty like this - sort of grouted at the seams. he’s very pretty, actually. his lips don’t get any less plush just because his teeth are bared (nice teeth too, by the way).

also, he’s got a collar on. because he’s a whore? i mean obviously. it’s simple black leather, a single strap around his throat with a couple studs. he’s been wearing it all day and nobody has even questioned it. so, he’s pinned down. arms under his waist just enough to restrain him, with my knee on his stomach, the other up by his hip. he’s squished in half, his thigh got caught between my legs and is now resting sort of over my hip. i’ve got a hand on his chest to keep him down, the other grabs at his collar before i can think of anything smarter to do. if he wasn’t more aware of his loss, he’d probably have tried to bite at me.

the part of this i’ve really been stuck on all day is telling him something like “down, boy” or “heel” or “don’t bite, hound” or really anything that would remind him he’s a puppy to me. (have you seen the guy? have you heard him talk? he’s a doggy!) and watching how he would sort of melt under it. relax back into the concrete just enough to tell me he’s given up. (usually, people would simply dismount (?) him at this point. but i unfortunately need to fuck him so bad that my head hurts when i think about his pussy so. here we are.) since he’s scrunched in half, his belt is pretty easy to undo, and there’s really no reason to be gentle about it - so i think i’d get his jeans up to about midway on his thigh (i would have to take my knee off his tummy but that isn’t really a problem because he’s not gonna fight back.)

he’s a fucking loser. not only because he’s a nerdy sorta freak, but because he lost the fight and he’s being undressed on perhaps the dirtiest concrete in all of the midwest, several hours after dark. non-losers would be at a party, or maybe asleep. (so, basically, he’s fucking embarrassed. a little guilty. kinda like the face doggies give you when they know they shouldn’t have done something, and they just did it in front of you.)

pete’s teary, flushed, and doing his very best to avoid the embarrassment of eye contact right now. because his pants just came off, and the shitty boxers he’s wearing are absolutely soaked through because his dumb ass can’t even get called a bitch without needing to jerk off after. (he nearly came in his pants the second he was on the ground. it’s loser behavior.)

i’d probably be actively making fun of him for it, too. like “jesus christ, dude, one punch and you’re wet through your panties?” or maybe tugging the collar and making a joke about how he must be in heat. follow it up with quite literally any sentence containing the word breed and he’s out of his mind.

i need to shove his boxers up and spread his cunt open. brush his t-dick as gently as i can just to watch him squirm. start off with one finger, dragging it in and out at a pace that would definitely make him whine. (or, try to get up so he can take over - only to be shoved back down by a hand on his throat.) (i want to feel his insides. he’s gotta be super worked up, so no matter how you’re touching him, he’d be twitching.) while he’s probably yipping up a storm (because he’s a puppy! yip yip woof!) i’d take the opportunity to get a second finger in and start on a moderate pace. two fingers, not even going that fast, and he’s losing his fucking mind. uselessly babbling and trying to shove his hips down onto my hand.

absolutely nothing going through his head, i’m sure. if anything, probably some word-soup that ends up only consisting of “puppy, please, cum” or something of that nature. not a single sentence or complex thought. i wanna watch him cum his dumb puppy brains out. barely able to move but thrashing around anyway. i’d get a hand on his collar and pinch it just a little tighter when i feel his cunt start to seize up. (i think he’d start silently, or maybe just with a mumble (something like “fuck, i’m cumming, m’ gonna cum.” again. no complex thought in that thing!) and then devolve into whining as loud as humanly possible. borderline barking. cause. yeah. you get the gist. woof.) i wanna watch him shaking and trying to compose himself after - eyeliner running down his face, red cheeks, bloody lip from our fight.

i feel like this is already too long so i’ll leave rhis one here and maybe come back later to put another incredibly long psot int he askbox. You know what it’ll be. i’ll be fucking that band guy that barks

-⚙️ gear anon :-)

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[samcat71470558]

K, but consider this.

Goose Echo had a friend. Like, a brother friend. That died in an accident. Delta. Like. When Goose died in Top Gun but it's Mav instead.

969 words <3

tw/death, drowning (not really descriptive), grief(..? Kinda..?)

I swear these guys are such blanc slates according to the wiki yk I had to give 'em some trauma 😔/j

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Echo hated the empty feeling in his tanks when he was alone. Bravo was out, doing god knows what, Delta (Mav) has other things on his head, and he's stuck on board the ship. His engines ached for a little action. Suddenly a bang sounds through the hall, followed by a scream. Delta!

"...Delta?!"

Echo's engines flared up with fear. Delta never, never screams like that, unless he's in real trouble.

"Delta!"

He rolls forwards, cautious for any debris or gas or whatever could cause his best friend to scream. Glass cracks under his lading gear. "...N-no..." His movements get more frantic, every corner he passes feeling like a clump of ice drops in his tanks. It's quiet...

He rounds another corner, and...

"BOO!" Delta jumps out, wings folded with his wingflaps up. He's grinning like an idiot, his red-blue helmet shining in the dim light. "HAH! Oh man, Echo... You should've seen the look on your fa-ha-haace... Wooooh..." He snickers, putting his wings and flaps back down when he sees the annoyance in Echo's face. "Sorry, sorry... I just... y'know, I had to. But you gotta admit, that was good, huh?" Echo groans, angrily swatting Delta with his wing. "...Bastard... I thought you were in real trouble."

He sighs, and gives Delta the Disappointed Dad™ stare. Not that he's his dad, he just likes doing it.

"I'll be on deck if you need me, scrubbing window-washer fluid out of my eyes."

Delta just snickers, and starts cleaning again.

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"Okay, so lemme get this straight. You two figures are going to do what?!" Bravo never heard so much bullshit in one sentence. First, Echo and Delta were gonna do the most dangerous stunt he'd ever heard of. And they were gonna do it in opposite directions, at the same time. This could only end in chaos.

Echo snorts, flapping his flaps up.

"Come on, you gotta stop being so ice cold to these ideas, man! Come on, join in! Delta knows what he's doin'."

Delta, who's standing a little away, does in fact not know what he's doing. "Come on Echo! Let him sulk, we're gonna have some real fun!"

And Echo believed him.

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It went so well, and then...

"DELTA!" Jet wash, the most dangerous thing in aviation. When Echo and Delta passed each other at the top of their loops, Delta flew straight through Echo's. His engines splutter, his eyes wide as he loses altitude. "ECHO!" He tries everything to get out, to just climb, gain altitude, gain his engines back... There's tears dripping down the sides of his face (not from fear, but from the fact that he's plummeting to the ground at mach 11045 or something), teeth gritted in concentration. Bravo tries snatching him out of the sky, but in the process he almost takes himself down too. At the last moment he has to disengage, letting Delta splash into the icy ocean below. For a second they see his terrified face below the surface, before he sinks into the deep, dark blue. And Echo can't stop the soft whine his engine makes.

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The funeral is short, but even that's too much for Echo. He blames himself. It was his jet wash, after all. That must make him guilty, right?

He got send to the mainland for a few days, getting a court reading where they explain neatly how this wasn't his fault, since a jet wash is invisible, and he didn't intent to down Delta, and blah, blah... Echo'd stopped listening after they said he wasn't guilty.

But still, he felt incredibly, incredibly guilty.

"...I should've gone down, not him..."

He barely left his room for a week after coming back to the carrier, his head hurting from the many sleepless nights he'd spent in his quarters.

"...It's just... not fair, y'know?"

"Yeah, I know, buddy."

Only Bravo could coax him out of his room sometimes, getting him some fuel and talking for a bit. But he knew it too; the old Echo was gone. Replaced with a shivering wreck of a plane that was almost too scared to even fly...

Until that faithful day when he did. Bravo finally managed to convince Echo to go out flying with him, promising to not even go near his rear to avoid the jet wash. It was stupid, but anything to get his best friend back was worth a shot.

They loaded onto the catapults, and took off. The second Echo got airborne he sunk down, landing gear out as if trying to land on the water. His eyes lock onto the ocean, seeing the face of Delta sinking down slowly into the blue...

"...B-Bravo..? I... I'm gonna go back..." Bravo whirled around, spotting his friend slowly moving back to the carrier. "No. Echo..." He quickly caught up, giving Echo his recreation of the other jet's famous Disappointed Dad™. "Come on, one lap. You agreed to one lap around the perimeter. It's just 83 kilometres..." Echo sighed, regret and desire swirling in his tanks until he got nauseous. He did agree to one lap...

He sighed, then pulled up. "Fine. One lap."

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Once Echo got up to speed, the doubt slowly started to melt away like snow in the sun. Hell, he even found a smile tugging his mouth as he sped up more and more, overtaking Bravo at Mach 1. In less than four minutes he'd cleared the lap, engines roaring for the second. "Keep up, slow coach!" Bravo growled, engines flaring up as he caught up to Echo again. "There he is! There's my stupid idiot Echo!"

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After the race, the ice clump in Echo's tanks melted slightly. He still felt chilly and alone, but knowing Bravo had his tail fins really made everything a lot better for him.

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Namjoon Fluff Alphabet

Affection ⇒ Joon is pretty affectionate but more so in private, he isn’t the biggest fan of pda other than holding hands, hugging and the occasional kiss on your temple, hand or cheek.

Beauty ⇒ Namjoon finds everything about you beautiful. But if he had to choose just one, it would most likely be your eyes. He could stare at them all day.

Cuddles ⇒ A pretty big cuddler with his favorite position being the big spoon.

Domestic ⇒ Namjoon does want to settle down and would like to do it sooner than later. He’s not the best cook but a pretty good sous chef and a decent cleaner.

Equal ⇒ Everything in your relationship is equal. No one is the more dominant and no one more passive.

Fiance(e) ⇒ Namjoon’s incredibly committed towards you and wants to get married once he gets hints that it’s what you want as well.

Gentle ⇒ one of the most gentle people ever I think, his touches are always so soft and sweet, he never raises his voice at you and always takes your opinion into consideration.

Hugs ⇒ his hugs are definitely some of the most warming. He will never fail to make you feel protected in one of his hugs.

Inspiration ⇒ you’re definitely an inspiration towards him. It’s especially evident in his music. The lyrics he writes after meeting you start being about love and how much you mean to him

Jealousy ⇒ I honestly can’t see him getting super jealous. I can see him feeling more left out especially if you’re hanging out with another member without him constantly.

Kisses ⇒ Passionate yet slow, gives you pecks for everything. Got a promotion at work? Peck. Made him lunch? Peck. Gave him a kiss? Peck.

Love Confessions ⇒ More of a showing then telling kinda guy. Like he thinks that making songs about you shows his love more than him telling you it.

Morning ⇒ Morning walks!! It’s a must for him, he likes it when you lean on him when you’re tired but he also appreciates the nature around you both. He gets two of his favorite things in the morning which just sets the mood for the rest of the day

Nights ⇒ I don’t see him as a night owl honestly. I think he passes out immediately when he hits the pillow. But before bed, he has a nighttime routine that has you guys brushing your teeth together and wearing matching koya pjs.

Open ⇒ it doesn’t take him to long to open up but he doesn’t open up on the first or second date unless he knows you from before, like a member’s sibling/friend or you were one of his friends before you started to date

Patience ⇒ incredibly patient when it comes to you. He doesn’t want to rush or stress you out. Like if you were cooking dinner and cutting up veggies, he would let you take your time so you didn’t hurt yourself. If you were on a schedule however, I think he would be a little more strict on timing.

Quizzes ⇒ I feel like he can remember a lot of things as long as he’s not under stress when you first time him. Like if you told him something during a week off, he would remember it more than he would if you told him something on a comeback date.

Remember ⇒ His favorite memory with you would possibly be meeting the other boys. Since he’s known them so long and lead bts for so long, he sees the members as family so if you didn’t get along with them, it would be like not getting along with his family. Though due do him rambling about you constantly, the boys already loved you before you met them.

Security ⇒ Not super protective to where you’re being suffocated but if someone was flirting with you, he would definitely try to scare them off by doing a glare. He does like being protected because it makes him feel cared for.

Try ⇒ He puts a lot of effort into things like anniversary’s and stuff like that. He shows more affection during this time and puts a whole lot of thought into your gifts.

Ugly ⇒ Not putting a lot of faith in himself. He thinks the other boys are better and more deserving than him, so please reassure him that all seven of them are incredibly talented and deserving of their fame

Vanity ⇒ I can’t see him trying super hard on his looks. He knows that you’ll love him no matter what and that true army’s will still appreciate him no matter what he looks like.

Whole ⇒ At first he didn’t want to see you as his other half because he thought he would’ve come off too clingy but he definitely thinks that you do complete him and he hates it whenever he goes without you for too long.

Xtra ⇒ Let’s you go into the studio and record his lines sometimes. He has an entire folder dedicated to you singing his lines.

Yuck ⇒ Selfishness to an extreme. He can understand being selfish to an extent but if you were selfish to the point where you hurt others while your actions, he would consider the relationship.

Zzz ⇒ He has to be touching you when you sleep. Wether it be holding hands or holding onto your waist, he needs to touch you somehow for him to get a good nights rest.

[silverynight]

The roommate

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Part XVII

Izuku is walking down the street next to Kirishima when he has a weird feeling in his chest; he wouldn't call it exactly a premonition, but something's certainly not quite right.

Or maybe he's just worried and sad because his boyfriends don't talk to him about important stuff as much as he'd like them to.

"Do they make you happy?" Kirishima asks, suddenly stopping; it's early in the morning so Izuku supposes they have time to chat a little bit.

The green haired man sighs and closes his eyes; Kirishima gets closer, and Izuku notices he's usually silent that day, which is kinda weird for a guy who's bright and loud in general.

Maybe Izuku is just overthinking everything so he doesn't have to actually answer his friend's question. Kirishima is his friend, even though they have a little bit of time knowing one another, Izuku feels like he can trust him.

"To be honest, I'm a little bit frustrated with them at the moment," he confesses, deciding that the truth is the best thing in this case. "But they do make me happy and even though neither us get it right on the first try, the important thing is that we keep trying."

When he opens his eyes, Kirishima is right in front of him, in his personal space, which is not entirely weird coming from someone as friendly as him, but Izuku takes a step back anyway.

"You were supposed to say that they don't make you happy," Kirishima blurts out, and the irritated expression he makes is one Izuku has never seen on the pro hero before.

Then, it hits him.

"Ah," he mumbles as a shiver runs down his spine. "A mimic quirk, of course."

"I knew you were a clever one," Kirishima says, although Izuku knows that's not him at all, but someone who has made themselves look like the pro hero.

"What happens next?" Izuku asks, trying to think, for a brief moment he considers shouting, but he doesn't know if this villain is capable of hurting the people around too. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and tries to blindly call someone.

"Nothing," the fake Kirishima says, shrugging. "For some reason you're still happy with them, despite them treating you like this. I only take the unhappy ones."

"But why do you kill them?" Izuku asks; he's not sure if he wants to distract them or he's genuinely curious about it.

"I didn't kill her!" The fake Kirishima snaps suddenly, baring his sharp teeth and making Izuku realize that the real one must look terrifying when angry. "They're lying to you!"

"She was one of the people you took." Izuku points out, trying his luck; he hopes it's not running out just yet.

"Yes, but she escaped. I only keep them."

Izuku shakes his head because nothing makes sense. Of course they're lying, right? They're the villain.

And yet... Izuku feels like they're not.

"Who killed her then?"

The fake Kirishima growls, probably guessing that Izuku doesn't actually believe them.

"I don't know, but that one was already fucked up... her boyfriend was an abusive motherfucker. She was relieved when I took her."

"But that can't be possible because..." Izuku stops his mumbling to think properly; he doesn't notice but his own fingers have stopped trying to make a call. He's too trapped in this puzzle to think about anything else. "If you took her then her boyfriend was a pro hero, because you only take..."

"Difficult to believe a pro hero beats his significant other up? Come on!"

They're right of course. How can he forget Todoroki's mother? Pro heroes are just humans at the end of the day.

"That's why you're doing this? To prove everyone they're not saints? That they're not angels or gods?"

By creating a problem like that one, by kidnapping people they force the police and other pro heroes to dig into their lives; that's how the secrets come out. But why hasn't anything reached social media yet?

"That's one way to put it," the fake Kirishima laughs in a way the real one never would. "But this stupid society keeps covering up their mistakes. I'm tired of heroes having everything they want when they deserve none of it!"

Ah. They want to punish pro heroes.

"You should let the other people go."

"Nice try," the fake Red Riot pats Izuku's cheek gently, before they kiss him on the forehead. "I like you a lot. But no, they're not ready to go. If I release them they'll go back to their pathetic little lives."

A group of people rush down the street, most of them are trying to go to work or school and are too immerse in their own problems to pay attention to their surroundings.

"I'll come back for you later," the fake Kirishima waves, joining the crowd. "When they make you unhappy, because they'll fuck up eventually, I know they will."

The fake one tosses something in his direction and he realizes that it's Kirishima's phone. When did they take it?

Izuku doesn't know how he gets there, but his body takes him to work, like every morning. However, he collapses on the ground and can hear his coworkers and Hatsume rushing towards him.

"It's okay, I-I'm fine. Just give me a minute," he's shaking, but it'll pass, he's sure of it.

Suddenly, Katsuki's arms are around him; he's still in his civilian clothes. Izuku blinks a couple of times, wondering how he found out, but then notices that Kirishima, the real one, is right behind him.

Part of him is afraid of Red Riot for what happened, but Izuku finally notices that even though his eyes are the same color as the fake ones, his are full of genuine kindness and concern.

He should've realized what was going on sooner.

"Shoto is coming," Katsuki whispers in his ear, taking him in his arms. Then, he turns to Hatsume and adds: "I'm going to take him home now."

Izuku wants to say that he's fine, but the truth is that he's not.

They meet Shoto halfway and the three, no, the four of them, because Kirishima is following them too, go back into the apartment.

"Here," Izuku hands Red Riot his phone. "They gave me this."

"I thought I lost it. I'm sorry, Midobro."

Hearing that nickname makes him feel relieved.

"It's not your fault," he assures him. "I should've been more careful."

Izuku expects questions, he waits for them and tries to prepare answers, forcing his brain to remember details, but he's still in shock.

He's going to fail them.

However, the questions don't come; Shoto is on the phone talking to someone else, telling them to look for someone who looks like Red Riot; Izuku knows they're probably gone and looking like someone else by now, but it's worth a shot.

Katsuki hands him a cup of hot cocoa and Izuku realizes that despite needing answers, despite knowing time is against them, they're not forcing Izuku to speak.

They're giving him time, they're taking care of him first.

Do they make you happy?

He starts sobbing, unable to stop the tears, even though they're useless. Katsuki leans closer and kisses them away.

"What is it? Did they hurt you?"

Izuku shakes his head and suddenly Shoto's arms are around his shoulders.

"It's okay, you're safe now, I promise. We got you, love."

***

"I'm ready to talk now," Izuku says after a while; Kirishima is gone and he knows Shoto needs to go to the agency as soon as possible, but he's staying only because of him.

"Are you sure?" Katsuki asks in a whisper, almost like he's afraid of hurting Izuku with his voice.

Izuku usually doesn't like to be treated like something fragile, but he can tell they're both as scared as he is.

"We thought we were going to lose you," Shoto mumbles then, kneeling in front of the couch Izuku is sitting on.

"I'm still here," he mumbles, pulling the blanket closer to him.

Then, after taking another sip of his hot cocoa, he tells them everything that happened. Well, most of it.

"They take the people that are unhappy with their pro hero partners," Shoto starts talking to himself, pacing around the room. "But why did they want to take you?"

"Are you..." Katsuki doesn't finish the question, but he looks miserable. "I'm sorry, Izuku."

He pulls the blond into his arms; knowing he hasn't slept since his shift ended.

"They didn't take me because I'm quite happy with you two, even though you frustrate me sometimes."

"I'm sorry," they both apologize again, probably thinking about their latest argument.

"We were wrong about trying to shield you from everything, even the information that could've prevented this incident," Katsuki blurts out. "But it won't happen again."

"You're part of this investigation now," Shoto says then and after giving Izuku a kiss on the cheek he adds: "And we'll try to talk things out more often."

Izuku takes a deep breath, feeling like a weight has lifted from his shoulders.

"Thank you, that's all I want."

"Now I need to go to the office to look into the girl's death again."

"Do you believe what they told me?"

"Not really, but if they said that it's probably worth a shot looking into it."

"Can I see what you have on the case so far?"

"I have the case file in my laptop," Katsuki nods, heading towards one of the bedrooms. "And I'll gladly show it to you, but I'd like you to rest for a while first."

"You too! You haven't slept!" Izuku scolds him. Then, something occurs to him that makes him look from one to the other. "Wait! How do you know it's me? Why haven't you tried to ask me–"

"Hey, it's fine," Shoto whispers, kneeling in front of him again. Izuku doesn't realize he's shaking until his boyfriend takes his hands in his. "You're safe."

"It's for the same reason you haven't tried to prove it's us either," Katsuki smiles, sitting right next to him. "No matter how good they are at mimicking, we could tell if it wasn't you. And you know that too."

Izuku takes a deep breath and pulls them both closer to him; he feels their lips pressing against each side of his face.

Yes, he'd recognize them anywhere and perhaps that's why the villain chose Kirishima to mimic instead of one of them.

"We'll keep you safe."

"We'll keep each other safe," Izuku corrects Shoto as Katsuki smirks.

"That's right, nerd."

***

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[mschoiyuki]

The Cramps

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

TW: SFW. A lil bit Law use his devil fruit on reader. Just fluff and comfort I need when period cramps hits.

WC : 1.2k

Period cramps sometimes can be a bitch. Sometimes it hurts so much that you feels like you want to chop off your limbs and leave it there.

It hurts so much that you don’t feels like to do anything, just want to laying in your bed all day until the cramps gone.

It hurts so much even when you walk it feels like a torture and want to screams, crying (yeah blame the hormones).

Sometimes the chocolates will do the magic to ease the pain, sometimes it’s don’t.

Sometimes the hot pad can ease the pain, sometimes it’s don’t.

Despite everything you just want to lay on your bed full of pillows and plushies. Just bury your body there easing the pain.

So when Law notice your absence at lunch he starts looking for you everywhere. When he open the door to his bedroom and find you curling in the bed with scrunched eyebrows in your face, he knows you must be sick.

He walk to the bed and sit at the edge, “Hey, baby. What’s wrong?” He soothes your forehead and tug your hairs behind your ear so he can see your face clearly.

“Period cramps.” You shift groggily and open your eyes answer with your gritted teeth and teary eyes.

“Is it that bad? Do you want pain killers?” He rubs your back in circles down to your hips and slowly massaging it.

“Noo.. I don’t want it. Just want to sleep.” You whine and move closer to him. “Want some hot cocoa?” He ask still massaging your lower hips. “Hm. Yes, please.” You rub his thigh.

“Okay. Be right back.” He stands up and kiss your forehead. Making his way to the kitchen to make hot cocoa and soup for you. After that he goes back to your shared bedroom bringing the drink and food for you.

When he enter the bedroom and see your knees on your chest, curling than before he scrunch his eyebrows. Putting the tray on bedside desk. “You sure you don’t want pain killers? It can ease your pain you know.” His hand back to your lower hips and massaging it again the other hand holding the hot cocoa.

“Yeah. Definitely. I never want to take those.” You try to sit up and groan feels the stabbing pain on your stomach and hips. Taking the cocoa and slowly sipping it you let out a sigh. Hoping it will ease the pain. “Here the hot compress for your stomach.” Law puts the compress to your stomach.

Seeing you so in pain he blurted something that he shouldn’t say, “Are you sure it’s really hurt? You’re not exaggerating it right?”. Shock, you shoot him with death glare. If stare can kill someone he sure he’s dead by now. And he immediately regret what he said.

Then you remembered what his devil fruit can do. He can swap one person to the other! So you challenge him since you know his stubborn personality. “Why don’t you try to swap with me and feel how hurt it is? If you can endure the pain I’m gonna do whatever you wants for a week.” You say with a slight angry tone. “But, if you can’t endure it, you have to do whatever I want for a month.” you give him a weak smirk.

“I think that’s not fair. A month and a week.” Now Law is rubbing your thigh to soothe your anger a lil bit because he knows it always works.

“Take it or leave it. Just admit it you can’t endure the pain.” You push him more because you know he doesn’t like to lose to any challenges.

“Fine. Kinda look forward for a week.” Law smirk and caressing your cheek. Law then cast his Room and when the blue hue envelopes both of you, he flip his hand to swap you guys.

When Law open his eyes he saw his body in front of him. But suddenly he groan and held your stomach, fall back to bed bringing your knees to your chest.

On the other hand, you saw your body in front of you groaning and collapsed onto the bed. "you okay, Law?" you cross your arm for a moment. A slight smirk blooming at your lips.

"Damn. Did your cramps always this bad?" his hands still clutching your stomach, hissing at the stabbing pain at the front and the back.

"Yeah, mostly" you started to feel pity for him, you gently massage your lower hips at your body.

"And yet you still do your duty even though it hurts like hell?" Law feels his eyes forming tears that want to be spill out.

"Yep. Those times I can still endure it so I could do my duties. Sometimes I will took a breather, squat for minutes to soothes the pain. Or drinks a lot of hot waters or chocolates." You frowned and still rubbing your hips.

"You should came to me, y/n-ya. I can give you the meds for your cramps." Law try to sit to face you properly.

"No, I don't like meds. I hate it." you pout and hold his hand, rubbing his knuckles. When you feels his hand trembling maybe because of the pain that he never experience, you flip Law's hand to cast the Room to switch both of you back. Law hold your hand and say "Don't. Just let's stay like this until the pains gone."

You stare at Law with soft eyes and smile. "No, it's okay. I can endure it more than you. But you have to stay with me. And I want cuddles." Then you cast the Room and switch both of you back.

As soon as you switch back to your body you feels dizzy and almost falling to the bed, Law immediately catch you before the impact and held you close to his chest. Stroking your hairs, kissing the top of your head, "Come on, let's lay down." Law took off his boots and his hat, putting it at the bedside. Slowly lay down and brings you with him. He hold you in tight embrace, strokes your hairs and rubs your lower hips. Gives you a lot of small kisses.

You hummed to the comforts, nuzzling your face to his chest. "So... A month, right?" You glances up, smiling so brightly that Law swears you just faking the pain if he didn't experienced it himself. He huffed and pinch your cheek, "Yeah. A month to whatever you wants, princess." He smiles and capture your lips, giving a deep loving kiss. When he break off his kiss he stares you lovingly and pulls you back to his chest, you slowly drift off to dreamland with a happy smile.

Meanwhile somewhere at the Polar Tang...

"Hey, did you know where captain is? I need to ask him about the shopping list." Sachi lightly punch Penguin in the arm. "I saw him walked back to his room. I think y/n is sick. Seems like he is not coming out until midnight or tomorrow morning." Penguin put his hand under his chin. "Well... Seems like y/n being sick also a good thing for him. At least he can rest earlier than usual." Sachi laugh and starts walk to the kitchen, Penguin follow him and give a small laugh "Damn right man."

Divider by @/cafekitsune

[luvchrissturniolo]

Recognize pt 2.

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

i can name a lot of

things any other man

won’t do for you

i do for you

warnings: i don’t really kno!! angst if you squint i guess 😭😭.

authors note: guys helpp this one is kinda short then the other one so yea. and once again this my first time writing shi like this so ntm.

orange - chris

pink - y/n

purple - nick

blue - matt

summary: in which you and chris sturniolo are fwb and somehow you both fall in love with each other. no one wants to admit anything so it might be to late to confess.

(chris pov)

fuck. i just sat and stared at the door hoping she would walk back in. i told the girl i brought in to leave an hour ago. i don’t know what i was thinking, i knew i loved y/n but i know she doesn’t love me back.

i texted her multiple times and called her every 5 minutes. not once did she answer. i wish i could go back in time.

_

(y/n pov)

four days. that’s how long i’ve been rotting in my bed crying over chris. he tried to reach out to me but i don’t have the strength to talk to him right now. all i know is that i need to clean myself up and get something to eat.

i took a 30 minute shower washing my hair and cleaning my entire body off. once i got out i brushed my teeth and put on something causal. a white shirt, jeans, and white air force 1’s.

i hopped in my car and starting driving to mcdonald’s. i didn’t want to go through the drive thru considering all i’ve been doing is sitting down. so i parked my car and headed inside.

when i walked in my heart instantly fell. i saw chris with that same girl. i guess she must of noticed me because she smirked and kissed chris on the cheek. i started to feel tears so i went into the bathroom.

when i came back out, he was staring into my soul. his eyes were puffy and red. he looked like he had been crying. i ignored him. i ordered my food and left that place.

_

(chris pov)

when i saw her my breath hitched. she looked so beautiful. but then i remembered i had hurt her. she ordered her food and walked out like she didn’t know me. i needed to fix this and stop giving this girl the wrong idea.

when i got home i laid down and i was debating if i should call her. my thoughts took over and i picked up my phone. i clicked on her contact and called her.

she answered on the third ring. “hello”? her voice sounded like it could crack at any moment. “hi y/n, i wanted to call you to apologize” she just sighed. “i don’t wanna talk about this over the phone”. “lets meet up tomorrow at my house okay”. i just hummed in response and she hung up.

i felt happy i was going to see her again. but a part of me is scared that she’s not going to accept my apology. lets hope i find the right words to fix this.

bro istg idk how to write for shit. i think this one is worst then the first one 😕🙏. but at the end of the day ion gaf 😂😂. - author

[omgpoindexter]

what are you top 5 fave nurseydex fics you've read? (a girl is needing recs)

oh yay!!! first of all i have to admit that over the years i've dipped in and out of omgcp tumblr and therefore have been very bad at staying up to date, so most of these are quite old. they are my favourites for a reason, however! also i did 6 not 5 lol <3

to be alone with you by @alocalband Will and Derek spend their junior year learning how to live together, learning how to be friends, and, eventually, figuring out that they'd like to be more.

i actually only read this fic recently, but it’s instantly one of my new faves. it is SO well written, the characterisations of every single character are perfect, and the story is so beautiful. i’ve reread it a few times already!

in so many words also by alocalband Derek writes a short story. That's his first mistake. His second is getting it published.

idk why but i absolutely live for fics where everyone on the outside knows what nursey and dex are up to except for them, and this one is really good at it. the ‘derek “nursey” nurse is unchill’ tag is very accurate in this case.

in front of the same small bathroom mirror by @geniusorinsanity It's not surprising that sharing a room changes things, but neither of them expect the most important conversations in their strange, awkward friendship to happen in their shared bathroom. (Or: five conversations Dex and Nursey have in a shared bathroom, and one in bed.)

i absolutely adore this story. dex and nursey learning to coexist and care for each other is so special to me and this fic captures it perfectly. honestly, anything by shelly is going to be a must-read, but this one is really really wonderful.

it drops with the gravity of rain also by geniusorinsanity It happens like this: “I don’t--this is a bad idea,” Dex says, his lips still tingling, his hands shaking on Nursey’s hips where he’s shoved him away. “This is a really bad idea, Nurse. I can’t--We can’t do this.” And there’s hurt in Nursey’s eyes and his bottom lip is swollen from Dex’s teeth, but he says, “Okay.” And then, “It’s chill, Dex. Just friends, then.” It happens like this: “Actually,” Nursey says, talking more to his granola than to them, “I kind of have a date.” It happens like this: When Nursey calls, Dex almost doesn’t pick up the phone.

another wonderful fic by shelly - i reread this one all the time. it’s such a lovely character study of dex and it tackles the subject matter so well. content warnings in the end notes.

things you said by @quidhitch / @maangoes “Awww, looks like Dex appreciates a lady in uniform,” Nursey teases, tucking his feet a little further beneath Dex’s thighs. “You have a thing with the head cheerleader back in high school Dexy? Hold her pom poms and kiss her whatnot?” Dex seems to be contemplating something, and Nursey figures it’s one of his lame clapbacks like your mom’s a pom pom. He brings the bottle to his mouth, smiling around the lip of it. “Actually, I’m more of a captain of the football team kinda guy.” Nursey chokes on his beer.

i always come back to this one. it’s just so sweet and funny. i remember reading it years ago and it has stuck with me all this time.

today the sun comes in by @playedwright Will looks beautiful, Derek thinks, and it isn’t fair. Time has done nothing to lessen the extent of his feelings, either. Derek realizes a little too late exactly why he was nervous. It has been four years, three months, and five days since they graduated from Samwell, and Derek is finally facing the undeniable fact that at some time during his college years, he fell in love with William J. Poindexter and never got around to falling out of it.

this is one of those special fics that stays with you. i have never been to seattle, but this story made me homesick for the city. mars is such a gorgeous writer and this fic is a perfect example of it! (also i miss u mars!!!)

this was fun, i've missed reccing fics! i hope i could be useful! maybe i'll do some more recent ones if I manage to keep up to date with the nurseydex tag <3

[eyes-that-decieve]

Tal and Dreaming, one of the guys who was in the corridors with you came in for a statement. Just thought I'd let you know.

Recorded it, I got permission to send the transcript (the actual file corrupted and broke after playing it back once, I didn't mean to record it on my phone), so if anyone wants to read it!

[Recording begins. The device seems to be in a pocket, the view is tilted and obstructed about halfway down by a table. A visibly shaken boy, maybe 17, sits on the other side of the table. His skin is pale and has an almost gray look, possibly the lighting. His brown eyes dart around nervously as he fidgets, occasionally using one hand to fix short black hair, three pronounced white streaks near his temple that appear to be natural.]

Styx: Why here, and not the institute?

Penn: I got pulled in through a door over there, you have to know if that happens in your place, right?

Styx: Right. Want to tell me about it?¿

Penn: Yea- Yes.

[Sound of a quiet breath, a few muttered words from Styx]

Penn: I was in here for a coffee before catching the bus home- [Speaking very quickly, cutting himself off before speaking much more normally.] Long day and all. There was a really brightly painted door over there. Black background, neon I believe?

[Penn gestures to one wall, his hand going out of frame]

Penn: I hadn't been in here before, so I didn't think it was out of place. It just felt a little off. It opened from the other side, someone beckoning me, claiming something about free food. When I come to think of it, I can't remember what they looked like. The second I stepped over the threshold, the door snapped shut and was gone.

The person who led me in was gone too. I turned around again and a flippin' dragon was right in front of me! Thought it was kinda cool for a second, all shiny black scales and purple and yellow eyes. It laughed for a second, in two different voices? This sounds ridiculous.

[Penn pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers, but keeps talking.]

Penn: They jumped at me and I started running. They didn't chase me. The whole place must have been too confusing, even for a dragon. It was like the door, everything was dark and neon at the same time, edged in bright colors. It all hurt my eyes, I ran straight into a lamppost right in the middle of the path after a few minutes. I kept walking, but my head still hurts from it. That must have messed up my eyes worse, because everything got more confusing. Branching paths, curving back on each other. I swear I ran into that same lamppost three times. I was going in circles.

At some point it hit me. And by 'it' I mean a person. The whole place had been shaking for a few minutes, then someone comes hurtling down from the ceiling and knocks me to the ground. They had. . . Wings? Feathered ones, I remember the sound. Other than that, I don't remember what they looked like. 'If nothing was a person' comes to mind, but I don't remember why. They immediately ran over to a tree while I was still reeling, and straight up punched the thing. The whole place shifted, from dark and neon to colorless. The floor was gone, the trees were gone, the little buildings were gone.

I don't know how long I wandered that emptiness. I thought I was going to die there. Or at least almost die, again. At some point I saw a door open in the distance, and the same dragon walk in. It was talking to someone else, still outside the door. It started painting on the void with its tail. I headed over there, because of course, it's something different from the void I'm stuck in.

Another creature came through the door. It looked kinda like a little kid? Green dress, big smile, curly red hair. It was talking with the dragon, then seemed to notice me.

Asked if I knew who it they were, and where I was. It shoved me back towards the dragon. I looked up at it, and it had too many teeth. Far too many. The dragon pushed me back towards the kid, and I ran. I heard the child say something about no way out and no one coming for me. The dragon followed after that, though I could just see its eyes, two one one side, purple and yellow, and blue on the other. Those and it's smile. Like a Cheshire cat? I turned a different way from it, I thought it was going to bite me.

The child cornered me. It said I wasn't myself, I was gone. It shoved me towards the dragon, who I didn't even realize was behind me. It's wings closed around me. No way out. No escape. I thought it was going to kill me.

[Penn laughs quietly, almost hysterically]

Penn: Next thing I know, I'm waking up on the sidewalk.

[Pause]

Styx: That it-? [Penn cuts them off]

Penn: That makes three, you know.

[Slight fabric sounds, camera is shifted slightly as if Styx is leaning forward a little.]

Penn: Three times I've nearly died in the past week. Almost hit by a car, almost fell off a balcony, ALMOST got killed by a dragon. Each time, all that's running through my head is 'is this when my luck is going to run out?' I'm not a cat, I don't have nine lives!

[Styx makes a quiet 'hm' noise.]

Penn: I don't.

[Long pause]

Styx: Statement ends.

[They clap their hands, standing up. Camera view is shifted up, no longer obscured by the table.]

Styx: Alright, thank you! [Sarcastic] I will keep dragons out of my cafe in the future.

Penn: That's it? That's all you're going to say?

Styx: Yeah, that's about it. If you have any more near death experiences like that, feel free to let me know!

Penn: Oh. Okay.

[Penn stands up, video cuts]

[evelynndecipio-blog]

Evelynn,

The Eat-More thingies rocked! My mom ate so many of them that I could only eat like 2. Scout (that's my baby brother he's not even 2 yet) tried to eat one but I think it might have hurt his teeth two much. I don't really know. But they were really really good. And vegan, too, which is great! The wizarding world sucks at being vegan friendly. Their like, diskriminating against us or something it sucks.

Janus is so dope, man. He's actually polite?? And he's very pretty too. Do owls even like being called pretty? Whatever, he's a very pretty owl- Evers is HUGE. I don't know why my mom needs an owl this big, but the big guy coughs up the nastiest vomit-clumpy-thingies I've ever seen. And he definitely will fight back... Dang, man. Now I'm kind of scared for Janus. If Evers keeps acting up just let me know and I'll tell my mom to tell him to stop. Lord knows he doesn't listen to me.

Amadea invited me to tent with her but she forgot to tell me who else we were gonna be tenting with... which really isn't her fault I guess but a little heads up could've been nice right? Safe to say there were a couple of unexpected surprises that came with that but nothing I couldn't handle! We got to choose who we were tenting with, and I guess the whole Ravenclaw team choosed to tent together. I'm not sure if Gryffindor or Slytherin tented together but I know Hufflepuff definitely did. Makes sense right since it's their big game?

And thank you! I think I would be a frightening beater too. I've been working out more because I felt like I was getting really out of shape you know, because I used to be like SUPER strong. And maybe you started out in the wrong position but I think Seeker fits you really well, so I'm glad that you stuck through it! I'll have to keep a special eye out for you on the field then, even if I don't end up on the team. But if I do, and I somehow do get beater (even though Hufflepuff's beaters are FREAKING AMAZING), I'm definitely going to have to take you up on that morning flying offer. My hand eye coordination may be unbeatable but my flying is a little rusty.

And yeah, you're right- sort of? I grew up in America with my dad who's a No-Maj and then moved to London right before I had to go to Hogwarts. And that electricity stuff kinda sucks I guess but it makes sense at the same time. Maybe that's why No-Majs have never actually had any good proof about her before. (Yes I know what a GIF is, but is it a hard g or a j? It's a hard G. There's no other right answer) Maybe we should talk to someone with a camera... I think that Sarah girl has one? God, what's her name? She's a Slytherin. Her last name's like Marshall or something? Maybe she can get us some good shots in general to put in the newspaper.

Also, you ride? That's super cool! Must be why you're so good at Quidditch then. You'll have to show me a video one day.

Interesting thing about your future though. I don't think I have, although my mom tried to make me get it read once. But your future... that sounds scary, right? But don't they always say that stupid thing about how you can be brave if you're not scared? Or maybe it's not actually that stupid. Either way, even if the lady's words do come true, I think you're very brave and that you'll be able to achieve whatever it is that you want to achieve, or what you need to achieve.

I don't actually take Divination, my electives are CoMC and Muggle Studies... I'm bad enough at Astrology AND Astronomy as it is, I don't need more pressure from the stars in Divination, you know? But I think if a proper wizard does it, if a proper magical person takes a look at your future... well, maybe there's something to it. Didn't crystal balls play a big part in the Harry Potter debacle in the 90's? Or maybe I'm making that up, I don't know. I'm not very good with history either.

Well, break's almost over, and I've done almost no homework. Mom's taking me to Diagon Alley on the 25th for all that back to school nonsense, maybe I'll see you there. Unless you already did all your shopping which is probably smart. But anyways I guess I'll see you at Hogwarts! Mom's promised to send fewer letters (she used to send them daily, it was insane) so I'll probably use Leo (that's my cat) to send you stuff. He's not the most reliable messenger but I think short distances is okay.

XO's Ami

(( In a different hand: ))

August 21, 2020

[eugeneplace]

If I must

Okay so- I'm like really bad at writing depressing things... SO what if I write it like that one fic of mikey almost killing himself under the effect of a mystic artifact that manipulated his mind to make him want to jump of the building!? Okey! I will give it a shot!

I call this tale...

EL MEDALLÓN DEL DEGOLLADO

Okay, maybe Leo was a little bad that day.

And yeah, okey, they we're all feelling kinda down. But that is normal, no one can be at their hundred percent every day, people gets tired of shit from time to time and that can be fixed by simply taking a step back and resting for the day (or days). And having these "gray days" (as Mikey likes to call them) is totally justified for everyone, especially for them, with the endless number of traumatic experiences in their collective record. But what happened to Leo that day was'nt normal.

He was finally alone. He listened to the orders "do it quickly, do it bloody, do it now" and he had no choice but to comply

Long story short: they were in this mission, right? Some guys were robbing a museum that had just received a couple of old items and they went to stop them. The fight was fine, nothing interesting there. However What was interesting was when the bag with the stolen things fell to the ground and the boys were able to see the loot.

There were assorted jewels, of all colors and sizes, but among the glitter there were also a couple of more serious relics.

Yes, they were gossips, but that was his only sin they didn't know it deserved so much punishment

With the thieves already knock out, the boys began to check the jewelry. Donnie tried on a pair of necklaces, Rafa tried on some earrings, and Leo was fooling around with some rings when Mikey got distracted from his bracelets by a strange pendant.

"Easy, quick, now" He raised the katana to neck height, the runes were drawn...

It was oval on one side and flat on the other, with an engraving of two severed heads joined by threads of blood from their necks, one had its mouth open and the other its eyes.

Mikey thought the image was... 'Of bad taste' but the way it was done was simply beautiful. When he noticed the writing on the back, he recognized the language.

"Hey, Leo! This is in Spanish, can you translate it for me?" That peaked all his brothers atention

"Sure, Mikes" Leo approached to take the pendant. He hardly paid attention to the heads that were left touching the palm of his hand while he passed the text 'a limpio" for his brothers...

"The Medallion of The Beheaded... "

he said, and there was a tense pause.. "Osea, it actually uses the word "Degollado" which is not exactly decapitation, it's more like... When you cut someone's throat"

"Leo! That's not better" Rafa snorted, Donnie chuckled "it's more practical, I would say yes, a slit throat is, indeed, better"

Mikey had been glad that the warm atmosphere they just created wasn't gone, he reached out to ask Leo for the medallion and he tryed to give it to him! But then "Ah-!" Leo hissed in pain, dropping the medallion which made an innocent 'clang' as it hit the floor.

Leo shivered, putting pressure on the hand that was previously holding the object. It was bleeding...

"Cut that little head of yours" the voice coed as the portal appeared with an electric glow "Chop chop chop!" It chanted happily "...chop chop..." He hummed in response

It wasn't much, but it was just enough to make three overprotective and extremely paranoid brothers burts in panic. Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran to help Leo. "What happened?" "What hurts?" "Are you-"

"I'm fine, Is just a little cut, it's no worse than what a kitchen knife would do, nothing's wrong" Leo tried to console, but something something was wrong. Very very wrong

Donnie looked at the floor, looking for the piece of cheap trash who had dared to cut his brother, and when he saw the medallion with both mouths closed, one doing a snarl with teeth full of blood... 'Did-did that thing just BIT his twin?'

The other face's eyes began to shine and Leo began to change so fast. He fell into Raph's arms whit a weak sigh, suddenly to pale and so tired. "NO" Raph screamed at him to keep his eyes open "LEO, DON'T YOU DARE" but they just rolled into his skull and...

And now here we are

On a roof top, whit New York cold wind hitting like a condemned man, Leo sitting cross-legged in the ground whit a portal between his body and head, about to 'portal chopping' himself and looking already dead...

And he's supposed heroes? Cagados hasta las patas

¡ Hope you like it ! ❤️❤️❤️

TW Suicide Attempt

we all talk about him portal chopping an arm off but,,, it would be so easy. so quick

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[proserpina-magnus]

Yay your requests are open! 😄 Could you pleeeease write a Dom poly!marauders (no Peter) x sub!reader, where it’s a new-ish relationship between the 4 and the reader breaks her first rule, leading to her first punishment and they can all see she’s nervous so they are soft!doms during (you can decide the rule she breaks and the punishment🙊) and the aftercare they give her 🥺

Yes absolutely, it’s kinda rough and I didn’t realize how lengthy it was! This is actually not that good and the aftercare could be better but I hope you like it!

First Punishment’s (R.L, J.P, S.B)

Reader: fem (she/her)

Word count: 2.6

Warning: swearing, rule breaking, spanking, bratty reader (sorta), d/s (sorta heavy?) Remus is the main dom, safe words are definitely in place, lots of aftercare and praises, reader becomes a cry baby super fast, soft doms, Sirius actually doesn’t show up that much and that sucks :(

p.s: my bad spelling also plays a role in this!

There were only a few solid rules the Marauders had set for you, no back talk, no touching yourself sexually without permission, and always thank them when they give you something. They had a few smaller rules specifically for themselves, such a James saying you can’t cuss while Sirius allows it. Remus has to approve your outfit before going out to hogsmeade. Sirius, surprisingly, doesn’t have many rules other than the main ones.

It must have been a bad day or you just felt bratty, because you had been tempting their rules all day. You had gone out to hogsmeade with your dorm mates, not checking with Remus about your outfit. When you returned, a bag full of honey duke treats, you got stopped by Remus in the hallway. He shoo’d your dormmates away, an eyebrow raised with his hands crossed over his chest.

You shrunk slightly, fiddling with the edge of your rather small skirt that Sirius had gifted to you just days ago.

“Bun, did you forget to do something?” He asked and you nodded. Yet you and Remus both knew you had done it on purpose.

“What did you forget?”

“To check with you,” you mumbled, distracting yourself with flattening the fabric of James jumper you had stolen.

“To check with me about what?”

“M’outfit,” you whispered and you caught Remus's stern look and spoke up. “M’outfit sir,”

“mmh,” was all he said, giving you an opportunity to apologize to him properly. You dug through your bag, taking out a chocolate bar you had gotten him.

“But I went to get you guys sweets!” You excused yourself, pushing the chocolate in Remus's hand. Remus shook his head, taking the chocolate. “Alright, I’ll let you off this time. But no matter what your excuse is, it doesn't mean you can go around flaunting your ass to Hogsmeade, understand?”

“I’m not flaunting my ass!” You exhaled quickly, pushing down your skirt as you began to get offended. Remus raised his eyebrow, “I’m sorry?” And you grew quiet. Real quiet.

“Hey lovely,” you heard James call from behind you, you had turned around to see him race down the hall and swing an arm around your waist, a big smile on his face.

“What’s the issue?” James got the tension and Remus motioned for you to explain yourself.

“Went to hogsmeade without checking my outfit with Remus,” you whispered rudely, James raised an eyebrow as he didn’t quite catch it.

“Hm? Speak up poppet,” he said, and you sighed and said it again louder this time.

“Oh let her off this one time Remus, she must have forgotten,” James defended you, rubbing your back so you knew he was on your side.

“I was,” Remus started, irking slightly as he recalled how you talked back. “But instead she told me off for my offer,”

James grew confused, looking down at you. “Love, that’s not true is it?” He asked, pinching your cheek and you pushed his hand away. You thought he was on your side.

“Remus said I was flaunting my ass! I wasn’t! And even if I was, what's the problem with that? I’ll flaunt my ass whenever I want!” You huffed, another small rule broke at your words. Remus rolled his tongue over his teeth, James folding his arms over his chest. Oh dear lord, you were in for it now if you kept going.

“This isn’t far, it’s 2 against one,” you pointed out as you now realized James wasn’t on your side. You copied them, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It wouldn’t have been 2 against one if you didn’t break a rule,” Remus reminded you, you grew frustrated.

“Well I don’t like your stupid rules,” you stated, now you began to get worried. Why did you keep talking, it wasn’t too late for you to apologize and say you were sorry.

“Up to our dorm,” James said roughly and grasped your elbow, you shook him off and stepped back. “No I don’t wanna,” you said and they both let out a laugh.

“Come on, we’re not asking again,” Remus said, you felt your nerves jitter. You’ve never been punished before and the worry began to build quickly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head as you took another step back. Your back hit a person and you cursed yourself. Without turning around, you knew it was Sirius. But hopefully, you prayed he was on your side. Sirius must have read your thoughts, because he quickly said a “they’re right bun, you know if you break a rule you get punished,”

You frowned, huffing out as you realized there wasn’t a chance to escape now. “Fine,” you muttered, pulling away from Sirius as you began to walk down the hall to the portrait. They followed behind, Remus shaking his head.

You stopped at the portrait, arms still crossed over your chest as they said the password and led you upstairs to their dorm. With the thud of the door being closed, you felt the need for a meltdown.

They hadn't discussed what kind of punishment went with each rule, they hadn’t thought they wouldn't need to punish their good girl. James had insisted you would never break a rule, but apparently he was wrong.

They picked up that you were worried, but they couldn’t just let it slide, you’d think that breaking rules was okay and that you could get away with it.

You walked over and set your bag down on James' dresser, sitting down on his bed, hands still folded over your chest.

“Okay, cool off,” James said and walked over to you. “I want you to know we aren’t punishing you while mad, that’s not how this is going to work,” he stated, and Remus nodded.

“We honestly hadn’t planned out a punishment, we thought you would be good,” Sirius said, that hurt. “I am good!” You replied, upset at the fact they didn’t think you were good.

“Hey, you’re not on thin ice anymore missy, I’d watch what you say if I were you,” Remus snapped and you went quiet with a frown.

“We know you’re a good girl,” James soothed over, giving a glare to Sirius. “That’s not what he meant,”

You began to open your mouth for a snappy comment, maybe even going as far as to call James dumb, but you closed your mouth and stayed silent. “Okay,” you nodded, “I understand,”

“You know why we have to punish you?” Sirius asked, and you nodded. “Say it, we want to know that you know what you did was wrong,”

“I broke a rule, well two rules,”

“Two rules?” Sirius questioned, he had missed the start of the backlash. “She went out to Hogsmeade without my permission for her outfit,” Remus cleared up.

“technically she actually broke three,” James said, your eyes opened as you looked over at him. How could he? You felt the need to cry, they seemed really upset. Who knew you would hate them being upset at you so much?

“Three?” You questioned in pure confusion.

“You cussed, you know I don’t like that,” James explained with a hand on your thigh, you nodded in defeat. “It’s alright, bun,” he kissed your cheek.

“James, don’t encourage that she can break your rules,” Remus advised and your shoulder slumped at the fact this wasn’t a time for you to get praises.

“Alright, let’s discuss punishments, she’s scared I don’t like that,” Sirius said and sat opposite of you, Remus took a seat on the chair by James dresser.

“You want us to list some?” James asked, “we won’t do anything without your permission,” he explained and rubbed your knee, you sighed but was a bit confused.

“You can use your safe word any time you feel unsafe, even during punishments. We never want you to be scared of us, okay?” Remus said, rubbing your cheek and you nodded. You leaned your face in his palm, you wanted to soak up all the affection before your punishment.

“We need clarification, you understand bun,” Sirius said, you opened your eyes when Remus pulled his hand away. “I understand, I can use my safe word whenever I need to, even during punishments,” you nodded along, slowly the nerves began to settle.

“Good girl,” James praised, “don’t think we’re going to praise you during punishments either, but since it’s your first time we’ll be more understanding,” Remus explained and you nodded.

“Alright, what about spanking? Not letting her cum for a certain amount of time? Degrading?” Sirius rushed out the ones off the type of his head, your stomach flipped at the word spanking.

They discussed punishments in front of you for a few minutes, some making you worry and others you nodded along like you’d enjoy it. You didn’t know why, but hearing them talk like you weren’t even there was making you feel dizzy.

“What about a simple time out? I don’t want to go all out for her first punishment, I don’t want her to be scared,” James said, rubbing your back gently.

“Let’s make her pick, that way she has control over the first punishment,” Remus said, looking away from Sirius as he kept his eyes on you. “We’ll let you pick this time, but don’t think you’ll get to pick the next time you break a rule,” he explained and you nodded.

“No punishment,” you choose and Sirius laughed, kissing your forehead. “That’s not how it works bunny,” he began and you sighed. You thought for another minute, spanking couldn’t be bad could it?

“I guess spanking,” you nodded, Remus nodded but James wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, I still think we should give her a time out, maybe even not let her speak for a day or so,” James said, Sirius didn’t agree.

“She wants to be spanked, we’ll spank ‘er,” Sirius said, patting your thigh.

“The whole point of a punishment is that we don’t do what she wants, it’s not a punishment if she likes it,” James explained, you began to worry again.

“I don’t wanna do something scary,” you say, you thought about the discussion of the things you definitely didn’t want to do at the first of your relationship. Were they going to do something that was past your boundary? At the thought alone, you began to sob.

“James look what you did, you’re scaring her,” Sirius rolled his eyes as he took you in his arms, shushing you gently as he rubbed your back.

“M’don’t wanna do things past my boundary,” you sobbed, they all softened at the miscommunication. “Oh no poppet, we would never go past your boundary, that’s not what a punishment is,” James sighed, you sniffled and pulled back, wiping your eyes. “No?”

“Of course not,” Remus clarified, “like we said, safe words can be used during any moment you feel unsafe, do you need to use it now? We can postpone the punishment until you’re ready,”

You shook your head, “no, the faster the punishment is over the faster I can be your good girl again,” you whispered.

“That’s right, just focus on that huh? We’ll be so proud of you for taking the punishment like a good girl,” Sirius said, looking over at James and Remus. They all agreed and you wiped your cheeks.

“Okay but how many spanks? And how hard?” You asked, they all thought for a moment, james and Sirius looking over at Remus for the final answer.

“20 or so? That seems fair,” Remus states and the latter agree, you felt confident with being able to handle 20. “But how hard?” You asked, James stood you up and you felt a hard smack against your ass. You yelped, hand going over to rub the now red skin.

“Does that count as one?” You question, Remus was about to say no but Sirius caught him off. “Might as well,” he states, “who’s giving the punishment? Cant be me cause I’ll enjoy it too much,”

“I want James,” you say, but James shakes his head. “You upset Remus' earlier love, I’ll give you 10 and Remus will give you the other,” he says, looking over at Remus to see if he agrees. The taller boy nodded.

After a few minutes of questioning, you had situated yourself on James lap. Sirius laid on his bed, clear view of your now exposed ass (James had previously risen your skirt and pushed down your panties). You took a deep breath, Remus explaining once again that you could use your safe word whenever you needed.

With the first official smack, you sucked in a breath. There was a certain excitement about it, even the boys felt their heart race as James abused your soft flesh with a couple more smacks. Your skin red on both cheeks, James even went as far as to hitting the low of your thigh.

After the tenth smack, you had begun to let tears slip past your waterline. Sniffling as you sat up and moved to sit in Remus' lap. Once sprawled out, you whispered a small choked out “okay” for Remus to continue where James left off.

Remus’s spanks we’re harder than James, by the fourth you had become a whimpering mess. Your apologies for misbehaving leaked out every smack, it was like dominos. Your skin felt raw to the touch, the spanks stung.

Remus applied the last smack quickly, Sirius sitting up as James fell to his knee beside the bed, stroking your hair. “You did such a good job, poppet, made us so proud,” James whispered as Sirius passed Remus some cream.

Your face deep in the sheets, sobs admitting loudly as you feel the cool cream get rubbed into your hot skin. Sirius rubbed your leg, Remus finished and flipped your skirt down to hide your reddened ass.

“Look at that, you took your first punishment so good,” Sirius said, Remus helped you sit up as you wrapped your arms around his collar.

“M’so so sorry, never break a rule again,” you sobbed, vowing to never receive another punishment. Even though they knew a punishment was necessary, they felt their hearts stop at the sound of your cry.

“Oh baby, shh. Let’s get you some candy from your bag,” Sirius says, grabbing the honey duke's bag as he rummages through it. Remus guides you away from his neck, sitting you down in his lap. You hissed, the contact not feeling good on your abused behind.

James had opened a water bottle for you, pushing in a straw and holding it for you to drink. You nodded your thanks and shakily took it, sipping it graciously. Your eyes were puffy and red, James wiped your face with a tissue, cleaning your mascara from your cheeks.

Sirius had opened a pack of peppermint patties for you, you chewed on it gently and leaned against Remus’s back. After they got you calmed down, the praises had been never ending.

“Look at you, took your first punishment so well,”

“Good girl, best sub we will ever have, hm?”

“Took the spanks so well didn’t she, prongs?”

“She’s such a good girl, don’t you think moony?”

You felt dizzy at their compliments, nodding as they all came tumbling in at once. Sirius had begun brushing your hair, James kissing your cheeks to make you laugh.

“So proud of you poppet,” James whispered in your ear, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up.

“Let’s go run you a bath and soothe your skin hm? Then will bring you dinner and you can rest with us tonight,” James said, stepping into the bathroom.

“Okay, I’d like that,” you nod tiredly, resting your head on James' chest. Maybe being bratty wasn’t so bad.

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[phantomrose96]

Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

...

The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

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Who let the dogs out? Jake seresin x reader.

-y/n's pov--

I walk out to the back porch with Ninja's lead in my hand I connect it to the tree and then walk in to get him. He's already waiting at the door

" Come here Ninja time to go out," I say and my dog follows me out the screen door. I put him on the lead and walk back into the house to continue to make the sandwiches I am bringing to my friend's house.

--Jake's Pov--

I stop running to tie my shoes. And wipe the sweat from my face. I like running on nice days rather than going to the gym the fresh air is nice.

While tieing my left shoe I feel something brush up against me its soft? I then look up and see a fluffy brown dog and he sticks his tongue out and starts panting.

"Hey buddy," I say the dog then barks.

I start to pet the dog to have him gain my trust. After a few seconds, this thing lays down right on the pavement. I look at the little heart tag

And it says.

Ninja

The back shows more info.

31 Seaside Dr.

Miramar CA

Y/n y/l/n

Luckily for Ninja, I know exactly where that is my buddy Coyote lives a few houses down on Seaside drive. I take Ninja by the collar and we start walking to his house. It looks like he broke his lead because there is a short piece of rope and clip hanging from his collar.

" Hey Ninja pup we're almost home," I tell the dog when we turn on to Seaside drive. I love the name Ninja it's a cool name for a dog like this little guy. All of a sudden He barks and I feel his collar tug out of my hand but I restrain him from going any further.

I then look in his direction and see a few squirrels he must have been trying to chase them and got loose. I reach the house and tell Ninja to sit. Then ring the doorbell. A lady then opens the door. She looks right down at Ninja with fear in her eyes.

" Hey, I was on a run it looks like your dog broke his lead and he walked up to me." I smile at her Ninja then walks and sits beside his mama on the porch.

" Oh oh my gosh I didn't even see him or hear him and I had the window open. Thank you so much you are a lifesaver." She smiles.

I then see her look me up and down. And she brings her head back to my eyes. I wink at her she's kinda cute with her long hair and nice body.

I then see her fight a smile.

Surprisingly even with squirrels around Ninja still stays on the front porch now laying down.

" Nice to meet you I'm Jake Seresin." I shake my hand out to the pretty girl. For some reason with her, I get a pit in my stomach that I don't feel with the other girls I try to pick up.

" y/n y/l/n and I think you figured out this is my Ninja pup. " she smiles.

Oh my goodness her teeth are so white they could blind someone.

Wow! and I thought I was hot.

" He's adorable I'm glad he found me then I wouldn't have been able to meet you " I then laugh it off.

" Hey your outfit looks nice I like it." she complements.

"I like you too." CRAP I just said that.

She smiles.

" Hey, Jake you wouldn't wanna exchange numbers or something to get to know each other a little more? " She fidgets with her necklace now.

" I'd love your number sweetheart." I smile, there's my confidence. I take my phone out and then she puts her number inside it and texts herself.

" Ok Jake I have to get to a party for my friend but I will talk to you at some point if that's ok." When she tells me" at some point" like its, not a priority somehow it grabs me on more.

" Sounds good I will talk to you later. " I say then continue my run. Later at the hard deck, I tell Coyote about y/n and her cute dog Ninja.

BONUS:

5 years later

--Jake's pov--

"DADDY! DADDY! LOOK! Ninaaa's givin me a ride." I then look over to see my daughter Serria riding on Ninja's back. The poor dog.

" Hey get off Ninja you don't wanna hurt him," I say with concern she then falls off the dog. My baby girl doesn't cry shes a tough one like me. Ninja licks her tiny face.

" Ewwww Ninja STOP ITTTT! " My little toddler yells. We then are both interrupted by y/n who just put out dinner on the table.

" Come and get it!"

" Foooooooooood!" Our little one says and runs to her seat.

And Ninja follows to eat any food scraps Serria leaves.