#some people would complain it was boring and they didn’t care about the kid

[aflawedfashion]

I think some of the reaction to this last episode is why tv seasons need to be at least 13 episodes again. TV is all about giving space for characters, not about creating a super tightly plotted story where every second is precious and a minute for one character is a loss for another. Especially a show like Agatha All Along. It’s a perfect character driven TV format.

[darnell-la]

𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗚

pairing: the worst!logan howlett x younger generation!reader

warnings: Logan easing into the new world and generation, mention of Wade trying to get roommate!reader and Logan together, making a TikTok, sniffing, smut, etc.

note: “she don’t want no puppy! She wanna BIG dawg!”

———

Logan had thought living with Wade would be a bad idea. He belonged in his last universe with what he’s done. He brought himself down for years, mentally and physically, hoping the pain would stop. Thankfully, it finally had.

It’s been almost a year since Logan has lived with Wade and his younger roommate. The match seemed off when he first met her, but after the first hour, she knew why she and Wade were close friends.

The girl was in college, young, pretty, had a small job at the campus, and loved parties, and things that Wade did daily.

Logan had a small argument with y/n a couple of weeks ago after she gifted him an iPhone. She said he needed it to keep in touch with her and Wade. She also said he needed a bit of humor.

He had no idea what that meant until she made a TikTok for the man. The videos that came up on his page didn’t make sense to him, he he still laughed at them.

He had no idea what happened to himself, but sending memes to y/n every hour was a habit.

After sending y/n a TikTok video, he swiped and came across a sound that confused him.

The man in the video was lip-syncing a song as she showed his muscles. Logan gave a disgusting look at his phone, thinking the man looked ridiculous until he read the title.

“When she chose you because you’re height starts with a six and your weight starts with a two”

Logan sent the video to y/n, asking her what he meant by that. He didn’t know being a muscle-tall man was a trend.

“Logan, I’m in the room next to you, just come here!” Y/n shouted in her room, making him sigh loudly as he got off of the couch for the first time in what felt like days.

“I just wanted to know what he meant? Like is being big and tall a trend? Like, if that’s the case, then I’d be viral,” Logan used words that y/n and Wade ran him by.

“God, Logan — Do people your age question everything?” Y/n checked her phone and noticed what trend he sent her. She’s thought about this trend but with Logan in it. He fits it perfectly, but Wade would tease her if she’d ever brought it up.

“I’m just askin', Bub. Seemed stupid to me,” Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Because you haven’t tried it,” y/n defended her generation. “So, you’re into that stuff? God, y/n — Never knew you’d be one of those kids,”

“I do like it, and since you’re so boring, we’re gonna have you do it, so c’mere,” y/n stood up from her bed and placed her phone down on her desk after clicking the sound.

“Gotta take your shirt off for it,” y/n lied, but she knew he’d do it, even if he complained. “No fuckin’ way, bub,” Logan laughed as he turned around to go back to his sofa until she grabbed his arm softly.

“Please! You never do TikTok’s with me,” y/n fake cried, annoying him in an instant. “Ain’t takin’ my shirt off for no little girls online. I’d get, what’s it called? Canceled?” Logan said, making her laugh.

“Logan, you sound stupid as fuck. Take off the shirt — Unless you’re jealous they look better than you,” y/n shrugged her shoulders as she went back to her bed to sit down, acting like she didn’t care to get a reaction out of him.

“Bub, you know I look better than them, so stop the lyin,” Logan felt a bit upset at her words. Y/n ignored him for what felt like hours, so he sighed and gave up. “Swear to god, I’d Wade say some shit about this, I’ll kill him,”

Logan and y/n worked on the TikTok for an half hour, trying to get the right angle since he kept saying he didn’t look good enough.

Y/n never complained. Watching him walk through her door repeatedly, then editing the video in slow motion, made her stomach tingle.

At first, Logan felt uncomfortable. She could smell the young lady, but he didn’t want to say anything. He’d be a pervert if he did, so he kept quiet, thinking it would go away, but he knew her spot grew bigger.

“So, you think I’m a big dog?” Logan genuinely asked as y/n began to edit the TikTok video. “What makes you think that?” She asked; thinking she nailed her scared response, but Logan saw the quick stutter in her fingers as she typed on her phone.

“Just askin, bub,” Logan said before taking a small sniff. He was leaning on her doorway as she sat on her bed. He was so far., yet she smelt so close.

He cussed himself out in his head, upset that Wade had won this “you’ll like her eventually” argument. Logan swore she was too young, and even made her feel a bit bad.

He had thought y/n had moved on, maybe got over the thought of her having a chance with Wade’s new friend, but the smell she had, is making him go insane.

All she’s doing is making a TikTok. That’s it, but he can’t stop thinking about the spot she’s soaking in her panties. He felt nasty, but in a good way after a while. The lust was taking him over.

“You happy you’ve got your little video?” Logan asked as he kicked off of her dorm frame and walked towards her bed to sit next to her.

“Yes, finally,” she smiled at him before continuing her edit. Logan scanned the girl's body slowly, watching how spotty her breathing was, seeing goosebumps form on her arms, and watching her leg shake a bit.

“Is that so?” He asked as he placed his hand on her thigh. She’s always been a sweet bean to him, but he ignored it. He tried his best to prove Wade wrong, but she was hard to ignore, and Wade knew that. Wade knew y/n would bring something out in the grumpy old man.

“Mhm hm,” Y/n mumbled as she pushed the post on her phone. “Think it’ll get a lot of likes,” she looked to the side at Logan who was now closer than she thought.

“And why is that? I look good?” He asked her, eyes on her soft and pretty lips. “Uh, yeah — Think the viewers will like it,” she awkwardly smiled, feeling her heart raise.

“Think you liked it more than the viewers will,” Logan almost whispered. Y/n just noticed how his shirt was still off. Why was his shirt still off?

“Seen you repost that video, y/n. You’re not slick,” Logan spoke about the video he had sent her. “Think you were thinkin’ about me when you did it,” the man smirked.

“I- I was just reposting,” Y/n stuttered as his hand slowly cupped her chin. “Guess I’m not the big dog you’re lookin’ for them,” Logan faked sighing as he pulled his hand back.

Before he could turn around to get up, y/n grabbed his face and pulled him into a short but long kiss, hoping to get the best out of this one-time thing.

“Told you last you, you ain’t for me, baby,” Logan said, making y/n look down in embarrassment. “I know,” she said. “I lied — Was just goin’ through a little somethin,” Logan admitted before pulling her back into a kiss, this time rough.

Y/n gasped as he breathed into her mouth, sucking on her lips like he’d starved for days. “Lo,” y/n moaned low at the feeling of his pulling her into his rough kisses.

Logan decided to push Y/n down on her bed and lean over her, keeping their lips together. Y/n instantly wrapped her legs around the man, pulling him closer as he moved his hips, grinding on her to feel the pressure.

“Oh, fuck,” Logan groaned in between their kiss, feeling his cock leak already. “If I fuck you, Wade wins,” Logan pulled back from the girl, taking a look into her eyes. She thought the man would leave, get off of her and never speak to her again, until he assured her, he was staying.

“Fuck it — Can’t resist you anymore, baby,” Logan smashed his lips back onto the young lady's lips, kissing her roughly as he tugged on his jeans. All y/n had to do was pull up the gown she wore almost every day she was off of work when she was too lazy to dress up.

“Wait- We need a condom,” y/n leaned up, but Logan pushed her back down. “Oh, no we don’t. Your cunts leaking too much for me to not feel her,” Logan said. She was confused, not knowing how he knew she was wet until she thought to herself.

He’s a mutant. His only powers can’t be regeneration and speed.

“Fuck, I-“ y/n cut herself off, embarrassed at her pervy actions. He probably smells her all the time. “Caught red-handed,” Logan chuckled as he put his cock in hand.

“Always wet around the house. Teasin’ me and basically beggin’ for me every day. Wished I took you to my room when I first met you. Maybe by now, we’d have our little family,”

Logan pushed into the girl, giving her no time to think about what he had just said about a family.

She’s never thought of a family with Logan. It’s not he wasn’t father material, it’s the fact she’s only been thinking about him pleasing her, and pleasing her only.

“Fuck, that’s it,”

[cranberryjuice-posts]

ARLT GIRL I HAVE A REQUEST FOR CLARISEE‼️

OK SO CAN YOU DO LIKE A ATHENA!DAUGHTER!READER WHERE MOST PEOPLE ASSUME THE ENTIRE ATHENA CABIN IS JS BORING ITS ALL NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC AND BOOKS

AND THEN WHEN THE READER AND CLARISSE JS LIKE KINDA STUMBLE APON EACHOTHER, CLARISSE JS ASSUMES THE READER IS VERY FUCKING BORIJG BECAUSE THEYRE A CHILD OF ATHENA

AND RHE READER TRIES TO KIND OF CONVICE HER THAT SHE ISNT BORING AND ALL

(and pls a lil make out im begging you😔)

(also i love your work stay strong girl‼️🔥)

RAHHHH‼️‼️‼️

Let’s give this thing a try

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! daughter of Athena! Reader

Pt 1 — pt 2

The big house was quiet. Quiet was something you had to fight for, being a demigod your life was always chaotic and well noisy— so when you wanted to actually spend some time reading you would make arrangements to spend time in the big houses libary.

That’s how you now found yourself sitting in the library’s floor with multiple astrology books open around you and a note book filled to the brim with your findings

You heard the door open behind you, you looked back and saw clarisse standing in the door way with a few books in hand. Confused you raised an eyebrow studying the beautiful girls collected face. “What’s with the books?” You asked.

At first she didn’t respond, only setting them down on a chair. “Chiron asked me to leave some books here.” Her tone flat and uninterested, in the pile however you noticed a book about the stars that you had been searching for for hours.

You practically ran across the room grabbing the book like it was going to disappear. You looked down smiling at the cover— your excitement was innerupted as clarisse scoffed.

“I swear only Athena kids get off on this shit.” She rolled her eyes while turning to leave.

“Excuse me?” You spoke harshly.

Clarisse let out an irritated sigh. “What?— did I stutter I said Athena kids are the only people I know who can actually enjoy crap like this” she gestured her head towards the mess you had made earlier. “All you guys are the same boring blueprint of your mom”

“I’m not boring” you let out a scoff like laugh. Setting the book down on a table you crossed your arms not wanting to stand down from where you were.

Clarisse raised an eyebrow, it was clear she didn’t believe you. “Know what fine” you walked towards her. “Come here tomorrow midnight and I’ll show you that I’m not boring”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I can get you out of whatever trouble your in with Chiron”

There was silence for a moment until clarisse rolled her eyes once more, threatening you to make it worth her time before actually leaving

———

You laid face down in your bed with Annabeth standing near by. You screamed into your pillow fustrated “and who does she think she is! I’m not boring she’s suc—“ you continued to complain until annabeth stopped you

“And Why do You Care what she thinks?” Annabeth sighed while sketching on a map of the forest, making plans for the upcoming capture the flag game.

You kept quiet.. annabeth turned in her seat looking over at you, her sharp grey eyes analyzed you until you knew the secret was you. You groaned in you pillow while annabeth sighed. “Her?! Really.. y/n there’s so many better options here but her your really gonna go with her?” She scolded you.

“Look, It’s.. fuck ok she’s really pretty and her being a bitch is attractive sue me” you rolled over in your bed embarrassed. Annabeth shook her head in disapproval. “Besides your not so innocent I see how you look at the son of Poseidon, uh Percy right? Yeah how does mom feel again about you fraternizing with the man she hates son”

She threw a pillow at your head in response. You just held the soft fabric close wondering how the hell you were gonna survive clarisse, you didn’t even like her that much

…

..

You did like her that much.. fuck

———

You sat in the big house looking out the wall length window admiring the stars. You had a telescope set up propped outside the window with a few books opened around you. Annabeth so graciously and forced helped you set up a cosy scene with some blankets and pillows.

You wore a cute form fitting black jumper dress with a light blue camp sweater underneath and a white ribbion in the back of your half pulled up hair. But this wasn’t a date. You had to constantly remind yourself that you were just proving you weren’t boring.

In mid thought you heard the libary door open, stepping in clarisse wearing some red plaid pj pants and her normal orange camp shirt. You felt your voice get stuck in your throat.

Clearing your throat you patted beside you. “Common”

“This looks boring I’m going back to my cabin”

“Dude”

Clarisse rolled her eyes and sat down— only there because you could get her out of cleaning the big house which you found out was because she may or may not of broke a kids jaw.

There was uncomfortable silence, it clear she was just trying to psyc you out so you would call quits but being the stuborn girl you were you refused.

You saw a shine in the corner of you eye making your face light up. “Look” you smiled. Clarisse groaned as she moved over and looked into the telescope. “It’s a meteor shower”

“I’ve been studying the stars for years but recently I’ve noticed a shift in some of the stars usual locations, see a meteor shower happens when the Earth passes through the trail of debris left by a comet or asteroid, As a comet gets closer to the sun, some of its icy surface boils off, releasing lots of particles of dust and rock—“

You had to stop yourself from continuing, proving you weren’t boring didn’t include you yapping about stars. The shower ended quickly and which was normal for a small storm like that one. While clarisse continued to look at the sky however You put a hand on the tool.

“Right here” you shifted it, you showed her the Aries constellation. “There’s Aries, and that red circle underneath it is mars” shifting the telescope some more you continued to talk “and there is the great square of Pegasus”

It was still quite the only round being the creaking from the telescope. You pulled away fiddling with your hands. “I—“

“It’s cool” clarisse mumbled “i guess” she looked over at you from where she was laying. Your cheeks flushed from the sudden compliment. “I still think your boring though spending all your time reading in here, but this” she titled her head more toward the window “this is all right”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not boring”

“Mmhm” she sat up stretching as she did.

The two just sat there looking at eachother. You now taking the chance to really admire the girls features with the only source of light being the moon. “Your hair.. I like it, the way you style it and keep your curls in such good condition… it’s pretty”

“You can touch them if you want” her offer took you back, but you didn’t deny her. You reached out and touch her soft hair wrapping a curl around your finger. “Your hair smells like fruit punch” you giggled.

“Thanks?” She laughed softly, her hand now tracing gentle circles on your thigh. You could tell she liked the jumper dress on you, making your heart beat faster.

You leaned closer to clarisse nervous you read the situation wrong. Your lips were close just barley brushing against eachother.

You felt your heart start to race, you’ve kissed girls before but something about clarisse made you nervous, nervous like you wanted to run away but excited like you needed more.

Clarisses hand trailed up your body and found its way to your waist, she gently pulled you forward finally kissing you. The kiss was short repeating a few times adding a sense of hesitation.

You felt clarisses Hands squeeze you lightly as you both looked into each others eyes. Your left arm was now around the girls shoulder with your other hand keeping you up for balance.

You moved you hand to her hair before leading her in for a more passionate kiss. It was immature and inexperienced but needy. Clarisse Bit You bottom lip making you moan allowing her to move her tongue into the mix, you moved while kissing her to sit on the girls waist.

You both fell now with clarisse laying on her back and you pinning her down, both panting while looking deeply into each others eyes. You kissed her again with a sense of urgency.

Whines and soft moans filled the air as you kissed. Clarisses hands finding themselves under your tight jumper dress resting on the sides of your thighs while you had your hands held the girls face.

Pulling away you hid you face in the crook of clarisses neck allowing her to shift positions around now with her on top, trailing kisses down your cheek jaw and neck.

She pulled back panting. “How far are we going” her eyes meeting yours.

“Only.. only this” You whispered, clarisse nodded before kissing your neck again while softly nipping leaving dark hickeys.

——

The following morning you had to hear a long lecture from annabeth about the marks on your neck and the new found relationship between you and the daughter of ares

Annabeth - shes a terrible Person

Y/n - now it’s suddenly a crime for a woman to have a personality?

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Go look at this persons post about Palestine and aid links

[rollinouttahere-writes]

platonic yandere shanks and child reader

Better Left Unsaid

Yandere Shanks x GN Child Reader

3k words

“Don’t.”

With one leg still thrown over the side of the ship, you whip around and glare at Yassop. You dropped your head onto the railing and groaned, “Come on! I won’t even leave the docks, please!”

Yassop looked up from the gun that he was polishing, shooting you a weary look, “You know the rules, kid.”

“The rules are stupid!”

“Take that up with Shanks if you think so,” he replied in a bored tone.

You give out the most exasperated sigh and hop down from the railing with a huff. The boards creaked under the impact, more so after you began stomping across the deck. Both of you knew full well that talking to Shanks would get you nowhere. He’s the captain and your dad, he isn’t about to take orders from you.

Using more force than probably necessary, you open and slam the door to the captain’s quarters. It doubled as your bedroom, too. That was fine when you were little, but now you wanted your own space. Every time you tried to tell him this, you would just get waved off and told there was no room. It was either his room or bunking with all the other guys, so you begrudgingly accepted your fate of staying where you were. At least he put up a curtain to give you a little privacy.

After flopping onto your bed, you screamed into your pillow at the top of your lungs while kicking your feet on the bed. This was so unfair!

All you wanted was to leave the damn ship on a populated island. The only times you ever got to set foot on solid land was if they stopped at an uninhabited island, but that wasn’t enough for you anymore. You wanted to see people that weren’t your family, see sights that you don’t usually get to see, and pick out your own damn clothes for once! Was that really so much to ask for?!

Violently, you flipped onto your back and scowled at the ceiling, clutching your screamed-in pillow to your chest.

This was all so frustrating, but you didn’t know how to fix it. Talking to your dad was pointless, he never listened to you when you were complaining. The crew was just as bad, they treated you like a baby. But they were all you had. Shanks didn’t let you see, much less talk, to anyone else.

What you needed was leverage. You needed something that would give you enough of an upperhand to get him to listen to you. In essence, you needed blackmail, and you were in the perfect place to find some.

You grinned maliciously as you sprung out of your bed and marched over to his side of the room. Surely there had to be something in here that would give you some dirt on him! You aren’t sure what exactly you’re looking for, but you figure you’ll know it when you see it.

First was the bed. You lifted up the mattress to peek under and see if anything was hidden underneath. Nothing.

Next was the bedside table. You opened all of the drawers one by one. While you did find some stuff, it wasn’t anything useful. Some old maps, pens, notebooks with nothing interesting in them, a mostly empty booze bottle. Nothing scandalous enough to get a leg over on him.

There was a clothes dresser, too. At first you hesitated. No one wants to risk seeing their dad’s underwear, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Pulling open the first drawer, you found a bunch of shirts haphazardly shoved into it. None of them were folded, and it looks like he filled this thing up blindfolded and under intense pressure. No wonder his clothes are so wrinkled. It was a bit of a struggle to close when you were done rifling through it due to how jam-packed it was. Part of a shirt was sticking out after you finally slammed it shut, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. It’s not like you were going to make it look any worse.

The next drawer was similar to the first in terms of how messy it was, but this time with pants. It’s no longer a mystery as to why he perpetually looks like he just rolled out of bed. Whatever, his unfortunate state of fashion is of no real concern to you.

As you dug through the mess of pants, your fingers made contact with something solid. You froze briefly but quickly snapped out of it and grabbed whatever it was you touched. It took a bit of effort, but you freed the object from its tangled up prison. It was a small box. With a lock on it.

Perfect!

This had to be it! If he cared enough to lock it up, then there must be something top secret in here! Giddily, you scurried back to your bed with your findings, not even bothering to kick the dresser shut. You were going to be confronting him with this anyways, no need to be secretive about it.

The box was tossed onto your bed while you dug through your own bedside table, looking for your lockpicking kit. Shanks was about to regret teaching you how to do that. 

You threw the kit next to the box and hopped on the bed. The lock was tiny and appeared to be uncomplicated, you’re betting you’ll have it open in under a minute. Grabbing your slimmest hook, you jammed it into the keyhole.

It unlocked instantly. Damn, you might have to make fun of your dad for using such a useless lock.

The lock was discarded and you opened the box. It was full of pieces of paper and photographs. Interesting. You pick up the first photo you see. It’s facing down, the back of it says ‘Uta - 2’. You flip it over, curious to see what that note on the back means.

It’s a picture of your dad when he was much younger, but that wasn’t what stuck out to you. What really caught your eye was the little girl he was holding. She was very young, and her hair was split down the middle with one side being white and the other red. Both of them were grinning from ear to ear. You can’t remember ever seeing your dad look that happy.

You look at the note again. ‘Uta - 2’. The girl looked to be about two years old, so that was probably her age. Was Uta her name? That made sense.

But who is she? 

No one has ever mentioned someone named Uta being on board. As far as you were aware, you were the only child that’s ever been with them. Maybe this picture was taken before Shanks became a pirate? No, wait, it can’t be that either. He’s never not been a part of a pirate crew.

You need more information. Setting the picture aside, you start pulling more stuff out of the box. There’s some sheet music. The handwriting is somewhat neat, but also big and exaggerated with more loops than necessary and hearts dotting the i’s. Like it was written by a child. On the bottom, the name Uta was signed in large cursive letters.

Another photo is taken out, Shanks isn’t in it, but Uta and other members of his crew are. Uta is standing on a box like some sort of a makeshift stage, and appears to be singing if you had to guess. The others were clapping and cheering her on. This was definitely taken a while ago. Benn’s hair hadn’t even turned gray yet. The back of it said ‘Uta - 5’.

The next picture once again has Uta in it. She’s sitting next to a little boy with black hair and a scar under his eye.

Why does your dad have so many pictures of some girl you’ve never even heard of? This definitely feels like a secret, but you’re so confused about what you’re finding that you can’t bring yourself to feel like this is really a victory for you. You need to dig deeper.

Once again, you reach for another photo, one with three people in it this time. You instantly recognize Shanks and Uta, who you don’t know is the seemingly newborn baby in Shanks’ arms. His expression is nothing but soft and adoring, while Uta’s is a combination of curious but excited.

How many damn kids has your dad taken in and proceeded to just never mention ever?!

You flip over the picture to figure out who this one is supposed to be, but freeze up when you read it.

‘(Y/N) - Just got here!’

That’s… you? You and Uta were here at the same time, but you’re just now finding out about her? What the hell is going on?

Frantically, you unceremoniously dump out the rest of the contents of the box. You’re desperate to find answers, anything that could explain why your dad has this top secret box dedicated to whoever this Uta girl is.

A picture that stands out to you is one of Uta helping the baby- you- stand. You’re a little older here, roughly a year old it would seem. A quick glance at the back confirms your guess as correct, and that Uta is seven. She’s six years older than you. Since you no longer have the squished face of a baby just welcomed into the world, your features are actually recognizable. This is definitely you and not just some other kid named (Y/N).

The mystery unraveling in front of you is so engrossing that you’re deaf to the world around you. That is, until the door to the room is thrown open. Your heart leaps into your throat. Oh shit! Why is he back so soon?! You scramble to quickly but quietly pile your findings back into their box.

“(Y/N), I got you something in-” Shanks voice falls flat and stops abruptly in the middle of the sentence. No, no, no! How does he know something is wrong already?!

You didn’t close the dresser.

Before you can even begin to think of what to do next, Shanks drops whatever he was holding and closes the distance between you two and rips the curtain to the side. All you can do is shrink in on yourself and gawk at his furious expression.

The second his eyes land on the box in your hands, he snatches it into his own. He stomps away and slams it onto the dresser while hastily rifling through it. He hasn’t said a damn thing to you since the realization of what you did. 

Damage control, you need to do damage control, and fast. You move to stand, and utter out a quiet, “Dad?”

“Sit. Down,” his tone was sharp and left zero room for argument. He’s never spoken to you so coldly, even during your worst arguments. 

 All you wanted was to have a chance to explore the town, and now look where that has gotten you. This was a stupid mistake. Shanks and his crew were all you had, and now you’ve made a huge problem of yourself. What would happen to you if he decided you weren’t worth the hassle anymore?

You couldn’t help it. Between all the previous confusion mixed with his harsh treatment broke the dam and tears started to pour down your face. You sniffle loudly while furiously wiping at your face, and force out, “I-I’m sorry.”

With your head being in your hands, and your eyes clouded with tears, you have no hope of being able to gauge his reaction. Or see if he even cares enough to pay you any mind. Probably not, not when he’s this mad at you. 

Your bed dips from the weight of Shanks sitting down next to you. Without hesitation, you latch onto him, burying your face in his coat while sobbing out apologies. Anything to make him stop being so upset with you. Much to your relief, his arm came around your back and held you to him.

“It’s… fine. I wish you wouldn’t have done that, but it’s nothing to cry about,” his voice was strained, but held the warmth that had been previously absent.

Even with that, you needed time to calm down. While your dad being annoyed with your attitude was hardly a new occurrence, him being genuinely upset was. Frankly, you didn’t know how to deal with this, and you were still terrified about how much damage your actions just did.

Shanks didn’t say anything else, instead choosing to sit in silence with you. You couldn’t decide if that made things better or worse. Actually, you could decide. The lack of words was absolutely worse, but you didn’t know what to say right now either.

“Yassop told me you tried to sneak off the ship. Again.”

Nevermind. You wish to go back to silence. All you did in response was bury your face deeper into his coat while mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ for your actions. You were going to dump out that snitch’s booze stash later. 

His chest heaved with the sigh he let out, and his hand came up to pat your head, “I know that you don’t like this, I understand that, but sometimes you have to do things you don’t like.” There was a pause, but when you didn’t respond, he continued, “It’s for your own good. The world is a dangerous place.”

“But… But you’re an emperor. You’re the Red Haired Shanks. What’s the worst that could happen if we just go for a walk in town?” As far as you’re concerned, there’s no threat that your dad can’t handle, not to mention the rest of his crew. Even if someone is stupid enough to try something, they’ll deal with it.

He chuckled, but it was humorless, empty, “Just because I’m an emperor doesn’t mean that bad things won’t still happen. That bad things haven’t already happened.”

“Where is Uta?”

Bringing her up was risky, you knew that, but you need answers. You need to get to the bottom of why Shanks is like this, and this is the closest you feel that you’ve ever come to finding out.

Shanks became rigid at the mention of her name. The hand on your head was now squeezing, bordering on painful from how tight it was. You tried to wiggle away but couldn’t break his hold. 

“She’s gone.”

“She died?!” While you didn’t know what to expect, it certainly wasn’t that.

“No!” Shanks' hand dropped down onto your shoulder and wrenched you away from him. His eyes were wide and wild, “She’s not dead!”

You visibly recoiled from him, you can’t remember a time you’ve ever heard him yell. Once again, you can feel your eyes start to water and your lip tremble. God, what you wouldn’t give for this whole interaction to just be over already. Or for it to have simply never happened in the first place.

His face fell, and he looked away from you with a grimace. Mercifully, his grip had relaxed a bit and no longer felt like a vice on you. “Uta is alive and well, she just isn’t here. Not anymore.”

“Why not? Where is she?” You had more questions with every answer he gave, this wasn’t making any sense. What could have happened to result in her not being here? He wouldn’t just… abandon her. Would he?

“Because I wasn’t able to protect her,” his voice was so quiet that if you were any further away from him you wouldn’t have heard him. “She needed to be left in someone else’s care for her own good. I wasn’t able to keep her safe, and that’s something that I will never let happen again. Not with you.”

“But what happened? I don’t understand,” you felt like you were simultaneously getting closer and also further from the truth. Nothing about this was making sense. There was a bigger story here, but he was seemingly hellbent on keeping his answers to you vague. 

“You don’t need to understand, you’re just a child. Do both of us a favor and forget about what you saw and what’s been said,” Shanks got to his feet, moving to leave not only the conversation, but also the room entirely.

You launched yourself off the bed and grabbed onto his arm, “Wait! You can’t just tell me to forget about this! I want answers!” You weren’t about to let him get out of this discussion so easily.

“Well, (Y/N), sometimes you don’t always get what you want. We’re done talking about this,” the way he spoke to you was slightly condescending. He turned to face you and crouched down to be at eye level, “How about you take a nap? Seems like you need one.”

You were getting on his nerves, that was a given, but you couldn’t up and let this go. Scoffing, you crossed your arms and glared at him, “I don’t need a nap, I’m not a baby.”

Shanks smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “Could’ve fooled me with the way you’re acting today.”

As much as you wanted to yell and be mad about what he just said, your mind went blank. You felt dizzy and like you couldn’t remember how to control your body. A second later, you stumbled and crashed into Shanks who caught you with ease.

Haki. He used Haki on you. 

Distantly, you registered being lifted off the ground. Your head was pounding and felt like it was packed with cotton to the point of bursting. A few steps later, you were dropped on a bed. You’re so out of it that you can’t even tell if it’s yours or his.

An attempt was made to say something, anything, but your tongue refused to cooperate. All you could do was stare up at the blurring form of Shanks helplessly, wondering why he would go to such an extreme over you asking a few questions. 

The last thing you remember is a blanket being pulled over you before everything fades to black as you’re forcibly thrown into a restless sleep. 

[hiramaris]

Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 1

Summary:

A story revolving around the newly arrived resident farmer in the eyes of the personified perfection, the sunflower of Pelican Town herself, Haley. Or. When Haley finally met the person that caused ripples in what was once a stagnant town, and she didn’t know how to handle such massive change.

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Notes:

Haley's heart events are just soooo wifey, especially after marriage. Her character development is well written off but I just can't help but notice that something is missing, like the heart events are just not that connected in some way. Stardew is an absolute gem don't get me wrong. I'd like to try and connect what I think is missing which is the reason this fic is created. P.S. Second try in making fanfiction. I apologize for any future grammatical errors or whatever. English is not my primary language.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: None so far? Just Haley being her usual self

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Winter 25

Immobile.

Stagnant.

Bland.

What words could possibly do justice to describe this sleepy town? Pelican Town had its charms sure. It’s peaceful, the air is fresh, and would never choke you on your sleep plus it gives a really nice tan so Haley wouldn’t really complain. 

But it was just so... boring. Was that the right term?

The people are meh, nosy, and just as bland but they are good neighbors though don't get her wrong. They look after them— her and Emily when their parents can’t. 

Ugh.

Them again. Thinking about them just makes her angry— blood boiling and all that, and well… sad which is infuriating.

How can you just leave your kids just to go follow your own dreams and travel? And then act like you care just by sending some half-hearted letter? Sending a letter now and then was hardly enough to make up for their absence. How low could that be?

Emily doesn’t think so. But what does she know? Her cooking was as bland as the town, and her obsession with crystals and hippie clothes was just plain ridiculous. She knows nothing. 

Her sister is anything but pessimistic. She saw the light in everything whereas Haley ever saw them through the lens of her camera.

Capturing a single moment in a photograph was a thousand times more vivid and alive than the bleak and colorless reality she was currently living in.

She should be in college right now, pursuing her dreams, being the center of attention, and having boys falling over themselves to impress her. Or she would have been running her own photography studio by now in a city that never sleeps, schmoozing with some famous photographers and carving a niche for herself in the cut-throat world of photography.

But no, because here she was, stuck in a six-mile drive from the nearest city, life as directionless as the people in here.

Why am I even staying here? She wonders.

Oh, yeah— grandma.

This house is hers. Her house is the only thing that made her feel that Grandma is still here, with them. Even though Haley is talking big about leaving this town, she knew to herself that she doesn’t have the strength to just leave it just like that. Which is why they both tried to keep it tidy and well... avoiding it from falling apart.

Aside from that, there was nothing to do here. The only things keeping her sane were her camera, her phone, and the clothes she ordered online.

Oh, and of course, her best friend, Alex.

He's the only one— aside from Emily and of course, the Mullner residence, Granny and George are good people even though George is grumpy all the time,  that she's able to have a decent conversation. She and Alex are, after all, not the sharpest tool in the shed, and shared almost the same brain cell.

He’s that typical jock boy, ripped as hell but in terms of brain, well… meh. Not like Haley's any better so who is she to judge?

They went to the same school, belonged to the same clique, and were both popular, of course. He’s here to practice his grid ball or whatever but Haley knew better.

Alex, despite being the dungus that he is, has a lot on his plate already. He needs the peace this town can offer.

And maybe, maybe I need it, too.

Maybe being away from the city has a good cause, despite her constant complaints, this town has been her home for the past six years after all.

But she just really couldn’t help but dwell on this stupid thought of hers of being stagnant and directionless at this time of the year.

Winter.

Ugh. It’s stupidly cold outside and there’s no way she’s walking in six-inch snow just to get a quality photo, which isn’t much considering the lighting outside does not satisfy her at all. The only, and probably one good thing about winter is peppermint coffee. It's hot, minty, and makes her feel warm while making her mouth worthy of being sucked on— err... that's a want that cannot be sated as of the moment.

The bachelors in this town suck for real. They are not even worthy of a single glance. Apart from Alex, of course, but he's a friend so... no.

And what's made it double suck is that she ran out of peppermint coffee. Pierre is out of stock and there's no way she'll let herself be caught alive inside that creep manager's store that runs Joja or whatever. 

Now she's stuck sitting at the table, devouring a massive pink cake that could feed an entire family, enduring a coffee so bland it makes her want to try and drink tea.

She hates tea.

Oh yeah, she's also holding a note and a sunflower in her other hand. 

She doesn't want to read the letter but considering the gifts she just received, it’s probably just the same lame-ass apology about being unable to be here on her birthday this coming Spring 14th. Not that it mattered anymore; it had been two years of absence, and she had grown used to it by now.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the note onto the table, debating whether to toss it into the fireplace or tear it to shreds or whatever.

If it's just another excuse, she doesn’t want to hear it.

"Haaaay!" And there's a familiar voice. 

"If you don't have peppermint coffee with you I swear to Yoba—"

"What's the case, long face?" he quipped. "And no, I don't have anything with me."

She looked up from her cake, finding Alex strolling in their kitchen with one of his shit-eating grins, hair covered with a concerning amount of snow. She grimaced. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you."

He feigned a hurt expression. "I thought you loved me though."

"According to gossip, maybe but really, I don't," she deadpanned. 

He cackled at the mention of that. At the center of the gossip mill passing down from Marnie, Jodi, and Caroline, maybe Robin, too, and probably all the yoga club, is he and Haley dating. Which was absurd, to be honest.

"No, really, Hay." He finally turns serious. "What's up? What's got your face looking like that?" 

"It's just the stupid climate." Haley tried to lie. She didn't want to stir up drama at the moment. Alex frowned, catching up with her lie almost immediately. He caught sight of the letter Haley threw earlier. "Alex don't—"

Too late. He already got it. He sat down next to her as he read the contents of the note, his brows furrowing in what she assumes is annoyance. "Parents, huh? Same old, same old?" He raised an eyebrow.

Haley huffed and snatched the letter away. "Yes, the usual."

"Well." Alex propped his elbow on the backrest, a sly grin returning to his face. "I just got the perfect news that might take your mind off things."

Haley arched a perfect eyebrow, curious. Gossip wasn't his usual forte.

"Spill." 

"A new farmer is coming to town."

Haley's fork paused in mid-air. "Uh... I'm not sure how to react to that, and what's so great about it?"

His smile widened. "I heard she's from Zuzu City."

"I'm sorry, what?" 

"Why? Surprised another Zuzu native is coming here?"

"No, you dungus." She slapped his hand attempting to take a slice of her cake. "I heard you correctly, right? You said the farmer's a she? A girl is taking over that farm?"

"Yes," Alex confirmed, finally snagging a bite of cake. Haley makes a scrunched face in mock disgust. "The farmer's a she. Old man Railey's granddaughter actually. What's the problem though?" he asked in mouthfuls.

Haley stood up to grab another spoon. No way she's getting his imaginary cooties. Alex doesn't seem to mind; it only further encourages him to eat some more.

"Because it’s weird," she said as she sat down. "Farming isn't exactly a girl's job, especially for a city girl like her. I bet you she wouldn't last a month."

"Not all girls are like you, Hay— ow! What's that for?!" He rubbed his ribs where Haley just nudged with her boniest elbow of all time.

"As I was saying before being rudely interrupted." She rolled her eyes. "Farming is all dirt and nasty, smelly clothes. That farm was barely run by old man Railey before he died. What could possibly a city girl like his granddaughter could do with that rundown farm? I bet you it’s already smoldering by now."

"Good point," Alex said as he continued eating. Haley swear to Yoba all this idiot does is eat and relax in here.

He has a diet, right? So does she, and they're like eating a fat block of sugar right now.

Whatever. Pink cake has always been an exemption from all her seasonal dietary plans.

"But I guess we'll have to wait and see; don't you think so?" Alex turned to her after a few moments of silence. "I heard she's around our age. If it's true that farming is as difficult as they say, the least we can do is make her feel welcomed."

Haley barely nods in acknowledgment. 

This town is like a pond, where everything that enters stays and everyone already there remains. The city is a raging storm with ocean waves ready to swallow you if you go against the flow. A lot of people there has a sense of direction, one Haley aspires to have, and what Pelican lacks. You can't, at all costs, be still and unmoved and some people just couldn't do that.

And those people who couldn't stand the pressure, come here, like a moth drawn to a flame, seeking the mundanity Pelican Town could offer them. Perhaps they have grown weary of the constant hustle and bustle. Maybe city life has been too much. Maybe modern life has been too much for this farmer.

Who knows?

But one thing Haley doesn't like, and what keeps her unmoved and still, is change. Adapting, and adjusting isn't meant for her. It took years before she could finally settle a lifestyle in this town, and another two years of adjustment when her parents decided it would be a good idea to abandon them and go travel. She knew where to go, where townspeople go just so she could avoid interacting with them, she accustomed herself to their culture, and the perfect spots for taking pictures. She has it all memorized and planned out perfectly.

And this farmer will be an anomaly to her perfectly (not as perfect as she thought) crafted routine. New face, a new attitude, and just an overall new person she might be obligated to talk to for the sake of introduction.

Pelican is a stagnant pond, yet this farmer, this alien to her world, she's not yet even here but she is already starting to cause ripples.

And Haley doesn't know what to think of it.

~~~~~

Next

Notes:

The title was inspired by Cigarettes After Sex' Kiss it off me. Their songs are such *chef's kiss* and whilst I was listening to this song, it kind of, sorta, reminded me of how my farmer sees her wife. Thus kabooOm this fic is born

Edit: Because I'm procrastinating and I made sure to finish off my other story first, I decided now to transfer this story from Ao3 to Tumblr

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah I’m sad so can you make me even more sad? But with Harry plz🥺

Hiii babes!! I’m sorry you’re sad but I hope you enjoy this? Also remember you asked me for this so like I don’t wanna hear no complaining okay? I’m kidding you can yell at me if you want it’s fine😂💖

A/N: Harry is always there when you need him but this might be one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, enjoy this super short but not very sweet Harry blurb✨

Harry smiles at a few people as he walks through the venue, giving a nod of acknowledgment at some familiar faces who shoot him a friendly wave from their seats when he walks by. He stops in front of a table that has a giant bouquet of flowers on it, but these aren’t just any flowers these are the flowers that you spent a good two weeks trying to find someone that could make an arrangement out of that didn’t look too tacky or boring because you had a vision in your head and refused to settle so Harry quickly pulls the crystal vase a little to the left so it’s perfectly center before he continues on his way. As he turns the corner so he’s facing a long hallway he suddenly gets hit with the memory of the two of you initially touring this venue, he didn’t think it was the one because to be honest it left a bit to be desired but he knew the moment he saw you standing in the middle of the empty space with that smile on your face, the one that makes the crinkles by your eyes appear that you loved it.

You told him what you imagined the space to look like on the big day and while at the time he couldn’t really see it, now that he’s walking through it he can’t imagine this day taking place anywhere else. The lighting is warm but not too warm that everything looks yellow, it’s just the right amount of warmth that makes everything feel a bit cozier while the floor to ceiling windows allow the soft green of the hills of California to be the perfect backdrop to what’s about to happen in just a few minutes. Harry knows that you’ll be happy with how everything has turned out, that what you envisioned in your head all those months ago has come to life and he can’t wait to see your face when you get to see it all for the first time. He’s been with you every step of the way throughout this whole process but that’s to be expected given his role in your life, he wouldn’t have it any other way or well he would possibly change a thing or two if he could go back in time but sadly he can’t so he takes what he can get with a smile on his face.

He looks down at his watch on his right wrist and lets out a deep sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, careful not to be too rough since he did spend a good amount of time making sure it looked decent after putting on his suit an hour ago. He walks a little further down the hallway until he finds the door he’s looking for, Harry pauses for a moment and closes his eyes and takes a few calming breathes before opening his eyes then he lifts a hand up and knocks twice before putting his hand on the doorknob.

“Love?” He pokes his head in when he doesn’t get a response to his knocks after a few moments and when he doesn’t see you he raises an eyebrow as he fully enters the room, closing the door behind him. “Are you dress-”

“Oh thank god.” Harry feels the all too familiar tiny stabbing feeling in his heart the moment you walk out of the bathroom and into the dressing room that was clearly once just an office the venue has tried to turn into a bridal suite. “Can you zip me up please?” You ask with a slight look of panic making Harry snap out of his trance as you turn around giving him access to the zipper and it’s in this moment he is secretly happy this isn’t the first time he’s seeing you in your dress because if it was he feels like he wouldn’t be much use to anyone let alone trying to help you get zipped up.

“How’re the nerves?” You just shrug as Harry finishes zipping you up and gives you a once over in the mirror the two of you are standing in front of. “No cold feet or anything?” He asks and it’s not like he’s expecting you to say yes or anything because Harry knows for a fact you’ve been looking forward to this day for quite a while.

“Nope my feet are actually a bit too warm if I’m being honest.” Harry just smiles at your silly excuse of a joke while you turn around so you’re facing him and in true you fashion your hands instantly go up and start adjusting his suit collar and bow tie. “You won’t let me fall right? Won’t let me trip over my own two feet or anything?” You question and it’s in this very moment that the overwhelming reality of his current situation really sets in for Harry, he is about to walk his bestfriend who he’s been hopelessly in love with for as long as he can remember down the aisle to get married to someone that’s not him.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: so I picked, Ada, Luis, Leon { with bonus aunt Ashley }

•+• Ada Wong •+•

Ada liked Leon, she did really but she didn’t love him,Oh no that was saved for you and her children. The only people that she can confidently say that she deeply cared about.

It was quite easy to spoil her little ones, spoil you. Which is why she may have gone a bit over bored with Easter.

Stepping out of the room you held back a yawn though your eyes went wide seeing the living room stuffed with toys. Two large baskets filled to the brim with goodies and treats. Your head suddenly snapped towards where you spotted Ada.

“Looks who finally up.”

“Ada! You’re home!” A bright smile formed on your face. You did your best not to let the tears fall though your children had other planes. The little ones rushing out to greet their mother.

“Mommy!” “Mommy.”

Bending down, Ada smiled softly as she enveloped her children in her arms.

Opening your mother you wanted to ask when she did this though biting your tongue you shook your head kneeling down next to the three. “It’s gonna be a fun day.”

Reaching out, Ada grasped your wrist gently giving you a smile. She would do anything to keep you three happy.

She didn’t care what it might take.

+•+

•+• Leon S. Kennedy •+•

Bonus: Ashely Graham

Leon loved his kids, loved you. Which is why he was happy to finally have a break from all off this. He was grateful to Ashley for being the one to let him spend time with his family.

Glancing at Ashley, he forced a smile slipping out of the car. The young woman was bouncing in her seat at the prospect of meeting you and the twins again.

She already looked up to you and she couldn’t help but think the twins were adorable.

“You don’t have to do this you know…I mean your dad is president.” Slipping out of the car, Ashley let out a gasp following the man.

“That’s to boring! It’s not like I’m gonna do anything fun! Besides I can watch the twins, maybe help them with an Easter egg hunt while you and Y/n have a little fun!”

Stumbling, Leon felt his cheeks burn for a moment. He wasn’t even sure how to respond to something like that. “Ashley!”

Not getting a chance to respond to him, her head snapped towards where the door opened. Two four year olds rushed out the door as you followed right behind them, you’d hand ok your growing belly.

Leon chuckled softly as he took the twins in his arms, giving you a soft smile. “How are you feeling!”

“You didn’t tell me she was pregnant Leon!”Ashley rushed over to you, her hand on your stomach. “Ah I felt the baby kick.”

Clearing out his throat, Ashley’s eyes went wide though a snort escaped her lips seeing that one of the children placed bunny ears on top of his head.

Hugging his children close, he stood up adjusting the ears. “Not a word out of either of you.” Forcing a smile he stood up smiling. “Now let’s go open some baskets.”

+•+

•+• Luis Serra •+•

“Ahh papa! Look at what the Easter bunny brought me.”

Turning his attention to his little girl, Luis chucked softy. Her face was covered in chocolate, and right now he was positive that she wasn’t about get any sleep tonight.

“Ah Conejita! You must be so happy!” Luis ruffled her hair.

The little girl letting out a bright giggle though her eyes went wide as she continues to search her basket for any other goodies.

“You spoil her to much you know.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Luis gave you a teasing smile. His arm wrapping around your waist tugging you close as his lips brushed against yours. “I spoil you to Mi tesoro. You were not complaining this morning.” His voice dipped as he gave you a grin, his hands now resting on your lower back.

“Luis!”

“Papa! What are you and mommy doing?”

Looking away, Luis gave your cheek a pinch as he turned his attention fully to his daughter. “Papa was just making sure mommy is feeling alright…she was quite tired this morning.”

Quickly losing interest in whatever you two might be talking about she turned her attention back to the Easter Basket.

“You’re unreal.” Giving Luis a small smile, you sighed as the baby monitor goes off. “But I love you so that’s all that matters.” You teased pinching his cheek the man let out a playful scoff as you walked off towards your son who was crying.

Watching you leave, Luis stepped closer to His daughter. The man was happy to have a second chance at life and he owed it to Leon.

“Happy Easter Papa!” His daughter gave him a bright smile shoving a chocolate bunny in his face.

Smiling he placed a kiss to her head. “Happy Easter Chiquita.”

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

Dp x Dc thoughts and stuff

New Dimension, Who's This?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

From Danny's short experience Jason was about as trusting as he first was when Fright Night joined him. He didn’t think Frighty’s method of accept my eternal loyalty or die would work very well here. The guy, despite looking like a brick wall and a fridge had a child, seemed to have a very gooey center. Now to hope that wasn’t just the contaminated ecto.

Contact was the easiest way to get the bad ecto (Becto?) out and he was NOT one for cuddling. Just mentioning it made the man squirm, well not outwardly, but his core shivered.

Danny didn't see a big deal in it, but maybe it had been the years in the ghost realm, where personal space wasn't really a thing when you can phase through people... his human half was also used to Tucker and Sam, whom he'd shared a bed with so many times Jazz ended up giving him a pamphlet on "healthy polyamory".

Alfred, the name of the butler, had convinced Jason to take him on a tour of the manor. There were about a million rooms, way too many living spaces (no one needed that many seating areas), a whole barn, and a really nice kitchen with food that didn't fight back.

As they walked Danny kept close, either a hand on his shoulder or floating close enough to be up against him.

Although Jason seemed stoic externally Danny could feel each and every emotion he had. He never seemed uncomfortable with Danny, but he was guarded. Some feelings, like nostalgia, became volatile from the corrupted ecto and quickly turned into anger.

One of these times was just seeing Tim, his brother, came out of his room with about 12 empty coffee cups in hand. The feeling, for just a second, started as care that switched to anger quicker than Danny had been expecting. There had been an emotion between the two, but Danny hadn't caught it. The anger seemed more ghostly than the first part, it was shaky and unstable.

With that shift came a surge of ecto that sounded like a screaming child, Danny placed a second hand on him to help filter it out. His eyes flickered green then went back to the light blue with a grayish outline that they had been before.

Tim had stopped in his tracks, frozen in place with his mountain of dirty cups. No one moved. Then, as if nothing happened, Jason continued walking, leading Danny to what he’d come to find was the library.

Danny loved to read as a kid, but he died, had to stop the ghost coming through his parent's portal, save the world, pass high school, become king, and give up a more human life to dedicate to ruling an entire dimension that he never got back into it. Especially once he'd established peace throughout most of the realm: a majority of his work consisted of paper work. Very boring paper work.

"You can grab a book if you want." Jason sat on a comfy looking chair, leaning into it and slouching down. He looked a lot less intimidating like this.

"Nah. I have to read a lot for work, but thanks for the offer." Danny floated above him, one hand anchoring him to the man.

"What do you do for work?" Jason asked, not putting the book down.

"Lot of people sell their soul." Danny watched his own hair flowing in the air like it was underwater, he's not sure when it started doing that, but it looked badass so he wasn't complaining. "It’s depressing paperwork when you have to define the worth of a soul in numbers."

Jason hummed and continued to read. They sat there like that for a while before Jason spoke up again.

"How did you know the pit rage was taking over, when we were in the hall."

"Ghost speak isn't translatable exactly, but your core kinda babbles like a baby." Danny looked down at the man, he'd closed his book. "It cries when it's angry and cries when it's sad, but your human emotions come first and are amplified by your core."

"So, what, you just heard a ghost crying?"

"More like I heard your human emotions through a megaphone and then ghostly crying right after."

Jason picked his book back up, but Danny had a feeling he wasn't actually reading it.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours to Danny. He didn't think it right to ask any questions. Besides, he was being vague about his own answers too.

Through the years he'd gotten the hang of being cryptic enough while still giving an answer from Clocky.

Clockwork!

Danny sat up, accidentally pulling Jason up with him a bit. "I need to get in contact with Clockwork!"

Jason grumbled and fixed his jacket, "Who's that?"

"The ancient of time, he'll know how to get me back and how to fix you... if he answers or wasn't behind this."

...

Jason did not seem happy about contacting the hellblazer/detective, but he was in town. What luck.

Danny no longer felt very lucky when the blonde detective with a strong English accent started yelling.

"This is the fucker wreaking havoc with the lazarus pits?"

Jason sighed, "Can you help us or not?"

The man breathed out a puff of smoke and mumbled to himself. "Yeah, yeah. I can help." He sat on the nearest chair and looked down at his PDA, or well, Jason said they were phones. This universe seemed a few years past his own. "The infinite realms aren't easy to get a hold of. You need to be pretty powerful to go in between the realms. How did you get stuck here anyway?"

"Was practicing with my dimension hopping dog, I went through a portal, he didn't. Now I'm stuck here." Technically that wasn't a lie, he was with Cujo when he himself had made the portal.

"Dimension hopping dog, right." He took another hit from his cigarette before grunting and standing up. Danny wasn't a fan of this type: arrogant bastards that believe you aren't worth their time. "Only thing I can think of is a summoning."

"Okay sure, how do we do that?" Danny asked floating behind Jason, a hand on his back. John looked at him skeptically, so Danny shot back. "I've never done a summoning that would be ridiculous! That's like standing in the same room with someone and calling them."

"Fine, let’s go down to the cave."

Once in fruit loop 3.0's basement the hellblazer pulled out a book and started drawing out patterns on the floor. Danny recognized a few words, which gave him confidence that the summoning would at least bring someone from the infinite realms.

The wording was very old, but from what he could read it was about summoning the most powerful being in the infinite realms.

Danny assumed it would be Clockwork, and just hoped its wasn’t some manifestation of Pariah Dark.

John finished, then turned to stand at the front as if he'd rather be anywhere else but here, and started to chant. The circle glowed a familiar homely green when he feels a pull in his gut.

"Fuck."

...

Jason watched as Constantine drew out the circle with strange hieroglyphs. He'd read that book when trying to find ways to remove the pit rage years ago. This summoning was meant for the strongest being in the entire realm. It could be any kind of monstrosity.

His stomach dropped when the sickly green glow filled the room. The shadows danced unnaturally and the room dropped a few degrees.

Behind him Danny made a blip of a noise and disappeared. For a moment he assumed the man was scared, making himself invisible to hide from the creature crawling out from a hell dimension.

Only he didn't feel Danny behind him anymore.

"Welp... didn't expect that. Definitely an ego boost I tell ya." Standing in the center of the circle was Danny. He didn't look anything like the man he'd spent all day with. He was a few feet taller, had pale green skin that shone almost white and six lanky arms with pointed nails. The fangs and slightly pointed ears he already had were pulled longer, his legs were just as unsettling as his arms, it almost looked like he'd been pulled through a black hole. Stretched through time and space.

His hair was longer as well, it floated above him like it wasn't experiencing gravity. Floating above that was a ring of a green aurora borealis. His face was hard to look at directly, it shifted. It was just the outlines, it was all eyes, it was empty, it was a black hole.

Around him shone little starts that twinkled occasionally, Jason had been part of the Justice League when a solar flare nearly killed half the planet. This being had the power of hundreds of those and was moving them around absentmindedly. one hand seemed to burn slightly, but it was too bright for him to focus on it.

He looked ethereal and terrifying.

Constantine broke the silence first, "State who you are!"

In a million voices that echoed through the cave and into Jason's chest Danny spoke.

"I am Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, Champion of Pariah Dark, Bringer of Peace, Ancient of Space, The Great One." Da... Phantom looked down at the circle. There was amusement in his voice, "I see, the words I didn't recognize were a binding of truth, that means I can only communicate in ghost speak."

Constantine looked more fed up than scared, but he knew when the con-man bit off more than he could chew. He turned to Jason and whispered to him, "He's the bloody king. I'm not helping you fuck the king."

"I do not need help with that." Phantom said before shining brighter, a green tinge covering the edges of his body.

Constantine turned back, most likely expecting the creature couldn't hear them. "I met Pariah Dark, your magical essence is..."

"Ghosts have cores." Phantom corrected, crossing the central arms as the rest continued moving stars around.

"Yeah, yeah. Your core is different. Since when are you king?"

"Time moves differently between realms. On my earth it was about a decade ago, but by the zones standards it was nearly 50. When did you last hear about them?"

Constantine huffed, pocketing the cigarette that had gone out when Phantom appeared. “Three years ago, but I don’t delve into the infinite realms often.”

“Zatana helped me a bit with the whole being dead thing. Maybe she'll know?” Jason hadn’t talked to her much in the years that followed, she’d not been able to help him. Though now looking back he hadn’t given her much of a chance.

“Yeah, that might…” Once again Phantom interrupted Constantine.

“Wait, wait. I know this magical signature.” The two looked back at the being, “You're the bastard who keeps selling bits of his soul. Do you know how many disputes I've had to settle, how much fucking paper work I've had to do because of you!”

Constantine, ever the survivalist bolts. An act Jason hadn’t been expecting in the slightest. The hellblazer threw the book at him when he left, muttering something that changed the green color to something softer, less toxic.

Jason goes to stand in front of Phantom, the man he’d spent the entire day with was an eldritch being of unfathomable power. He excused the summoning with a wave of his hand, as the book showed.

Although he did shrink down to a more human size, only his face changed in appearance. The rest of him was still pale and lanky, the pointy ears looking cuter than they had before, whe they were as long as a sword.

Jason stayed silent. How was he meant to go about this. What had he promised to this being that it was willing to stay with him. What had he sold to the creature that dictates the value of a life.

 “Oh sweet!" Danny/Phanton did a strange squat and wiggle like he was trying his legs out for the first time in a while. "Wanna go for like a walk or something?”

Jason’s brain seemed to skip a grove when he heard Danny’s voice coming out of the blueish creature.

“A walk sounds nice.” Jason said, ignoring how his mind was racing with the possibilities of this being really curing him… and of what he’ll ask in return.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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(sorry this took forever, im certain being a fanfic writter curses you or something. So many fucking things were happening at once gah. I've had this plotted out since i posted part 2, but never got around to turn it into a realish fic)

[siiiiideblooooog]

A/B/O Snippet

Gale’s hand was warm where it cupped John’s neck as they meandered back towards barracks.

“You imagine it? Kenny thought he’d have two by 20! Still a kid himself.” John shook his head in disbelief and Gale hummed. It wasn’t unusual, really. Many of the omegas John grew up with ended up wed and bred too young. “Tell you what, though, my ma would take him over me any day.”

“Yeah?” Gale’s grip on him tightened as John started to wander, reeling him back into Gale’s side. Where he wanted to be anyway so he didn’t complain. It was rare they got quiet moments alone like this and John intended to enjoy every second of this walk.

“Oh yeah. She would give anything for me to have bonded straight outta college and popped out three kids for her to dote on.” John grinned over at his alpha, but Gale wasn’t smiling back. It was funny, the things that could no longer hurt you but could still hurt the people who loved and cared about you. John hardly thought about his parents’ disapproval anymore. “Don’t you know I’m practically a spinster? I think she’s given up on ever getting me mated. Once I enlisted it was all over.”

“You want kids, though.” It wasn’t a question, but John answered anyway.

“Course I do. Kids, bonding, the whole shebang. Just never found an alpha who wanted to give it to me.” He winked at Gale, the until now unspoken. Gale rewarded him with a warm smile and a light squeeze over his bonding gland. It sent a pleasurable spark through his body. “’Sides, I was never in any rush. What about you?”

“I figured I might be mated by now, but no kids yet, probably. I’d want a little time with it just my omega and me.” Gale’s gaze bored into the side of John’s face like a physical touch but he ignored it willfully, keeping his eyes on the darkening sky. The smell of petrichor and sweet peaches danced through the air, filling John’s nose and flooding his mouth with saliva. Nothing better on the goddamn Earth than the smell of his happy alpha. “Definitely want kids though. A few, I think.”

“Mated young, a whole litter of kids at your feet, some fresh-faced omega to raise your pups and have dinner on the table when you get home?” John ignored a slight ache in his chest in favor of a cheeky smile. It was easy to imagine, this future of Gale’s. If any alpha deserved such a picturesque life straight out of the magazines, it was Gale Cleven.

“Something like that,” said Gale, supremely unbothered by John’s teasing. John let his feet carry him slightly off to the side just so Gale would tug him back close. The alpha didn’t disappoint.

“Shoulda gotten yourself an omega like Kenny while you had the chance,” John teased. Gale stopped still, right in the middle of the darkened road, nearly tripping John up as he jerked them both to a halt. John looked back at him confused and a little disoriented at the sudden loss of a warm palm on his nape. Gale fixed John with a stern look.

“Do I seem like I am hard up for choice when it comes to omegas?” he asked, voice even but with a steel undertone. A shiver went up John’s spine and he grinned. Gale was cocky so rarely—about something other than his flying that is—that John couldn’t help but revel in it.

He indulged himself with a long look at his alpha, thick blonde hair down to his polished boots. Gale was everything an alpha should be: handsome, polished, strong.

“No you do not,” he admitted.

Gale stepped in close and snaked an arm around John’s waist to tug him into the line of Gale’s body. They fit perfectly, as always, pressed together chest to knee. John squirmed a little, just to feel the hard planes of his alpha against him. Gale leaned in, their lips separated by only a wisp of air. John could taste him. Petrichor and peaches.

“If I wanted an omega like Lemmons, I’d have one.”

[rottingcheng]

allcheng in which jc’s experience of first (unrequited) love with wwx informs all his future relationships [wholesome]

xicheng: it’s ingrained in jc that you’re supposed to have to share the person you love with everybody else! even when you have your loved one’s attention, isn’t it just natural for their attention to stray and be caught by other people and things all the time?

when jc first becomes closer to lxc, the undivided attention makes him uncomfortable. he’s scared he’ll get used to it, especially if it’ll eventually be taken away. so he pushes lxc away first, gets irritable when lxc goes everywhere with him, gets irrationally angry when lxc politely tells other people he is busy so he can keep hanging out with jc. why!!! it makes no sense? is there something wrong with lxc? isn’t he being too obsessive? jc gets anxious because this isn’t the kind of love he understands.

one day he shouts for lxc to leave him alone!! and lxc does!! and jc suddenly feels… lonely…

everyone notices how slj’s mood seems so off that week, until lxc pops in to ask if he’s ok and jc goes “!!!! please don’t ever leave me again!” and lxc goes “my pleasure~”.

mingcheng: like everybody else in the jianghu, jc greatly admired nmj for his martial prowess. when they got together, nmj was extremely caring and protective, which was great—a love language jc understood. however, jc was worried nmj would look down on him for being a young and inexperienced sect leader. sometimes he didn’t believe in himself either.

but nmj always trusted jc to handle himself. maybe even a little too much, because jc would be waiting for nmj to take over fighting a yao or fix a tricky political situation, but instead nmj would just wait for jc to take a stab at it first (sometimes literally). even when jc felt like he was out of his depth and couldn’t handle things, nmj would always give him the opportunity to try to work things himself first. jc thought it meant nmj didn’t care about him, that he didn’t mind seeing jc struggling. but after he defeated that yao (with difficulty), after he came to that political agreement (with great difficulty), jc felt so happy. and nmj would pull him close and tell him he believed in him all that time. it was terrifying, but it was good. ~~

xuancheng: jc was always used to having the person he loved be in the spotlight while he watched from the shadows. it was only natural after all. jc was born second, born second-best. so it was a strange feeling when jzx, who had just won first place in the yearly lanling archery competition, picked jc up and waved him around in the air, calling for everyone to look at his very talented lover and be amazed at him for splitting an arrow with his second shot during warm up. jc grew completely pink, unused to the attention he felt was surely undeserved.

and it wouldn’t stop there! jzx was amazing in his own right, a high achiever with an incredible record. but he was never afraid to lose to jc, and would always celebrate jc’s wins without having to upstage him in some way. jzx was genuinely always so proud of his lover!

whenever jzx was better than jc at something, he would always offer to give jc some tips to help him improve, and would always ask jc for tips too. jzx loved sharing the spotlight with jc, even more so did he love looking at his lover smiling wide from above him in first place.

sangcheng: jc was always snappy and combative as a kid. as he grew older, he naturally mellowed out and was generally more agreeable to others around him. with his lover nhs, though, jc would scold and berate him even for little things. jc imagined it would be equal, that nhs would point out jc’s mistakes too, make fun of him where everyone could see. but nhs just…never did. nhs never really complained about jc’s harsh words, only ever pouting and pretending to cry. jc would roll his eyes and leave. nhs would chase him —

“jiang-xiong don’t go! you have to cheer me up now!” jc thought that nhs was boring at first, that he didn’t have the wits to banter back. then one day, jc accidentally broke one of nhs’s fans and received the scolding of his life. that was when he learned nhs was in fact very good at giving jc hell. he just usually didn’t want to.

at first that was so strange. isn’t it more fun to hate on each other? and then jc realised that whenever he wrote a character imperfectly or practiced a sword form wrong, the little pang of anxiety he used to get was no longer there. oh, he thought. that’s…nice. after that, jc would still scold nhs every now and then, but not without giving nhs the head pats and praises the man would demand afterwards. it was quite a comfortable arrangement. ~

[evanpfics]

Exploring Fantasies - Kai Anderson (smut)

warnings: cussing, p in v, knife play, teasing, oral ( fem and kai receiving ), rough sex, virginity taken, slowish burn, blood, throat fucking (with fingers and p), fingering, breeding kink, slight praising, degrading, name calling (princess, baby, etc), daddy kink, let me know if i missed any (LOL)

To read where the smut begins go to “smut starts” in the story incase you don’t want to read the rest of the boring stuff.

WC: 2693

sub!reader!female : rough!dom!kai

In the beginning of you and Kai’s “relationship” together he seemed so sweet and kind, that was until you decided to really get to know him.

Once you joined his cult he treated you like the cults whore, even if you were a virgin, you would never imagine even being close to how he described you to his members.

You began your day like normal, waking up, showering, getting ready like any normal day.

As you are getting ready you can hear kai getting ready to host a meeting downstairs. He hosted his meetings at your place since the cops had his place on lookout for anything suspicious since people started complaining about the noise and cult-ish behavior taking place there.

You hear a loud crash downstairs that sounded like glass shattering and some slight yelling. You quickly rushed downstairs in a almost see-through shirt and black panties.

You can see Kai and his men there surrounding a member of his cult, which was odd to you. You can hear kai yelling from the stairs as you made your way down them.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You were the mole? The one who could’ve fucking ruined our whole plan!”

He sighed heavily as he planted both hands on his face and parted them down both sides of his face moving his hair out of his face in the process.

“Get rid of him, I don’t care what you do just don’t do it here.” He signaled to his men as they took the guy away as he yelled.

Kai sat down on the couch seeming furious and disappointed. He spotted you traveling down the stairs in slightly revealing clothing and seemed relieved and less tense.

“Come here, now.” He said sounding irritated. It made you a little hesitant and you can tell he noticed, making him seem more irritated. You quickly hurried over to him.

“Is everything okay? What happened?” You asked sounding worried.

“Found out one of my most ‘loyal’ men was the mole who ratted us out and forced us to leave our last base.” Kai responded back sounding a bit annoyed from the situation.

He moved your hair out of your face as you stood infront of him.

“I could really use something to take the edge off, you know?” He said sounding stern with a slight smirk.

“And I bet i know what can fix that.” He continued now whispering in your ear.

You can feel yourself become flustered and red. You had an idea of what he meant but wasn’t sure if he was being serious or just teasing you.

He pat his lap gesturing you to sit on it”

“Come here, princess.” He said looking at you.

You can tell he wasn’t asking your opinion on what you did or didn’t want in this situation. His stare was so menacing, It was like a predator out for prey.

You sat on his lap getting as comfortable as you can in this situation which was quite hard to do.

Smut starts

“I heard virgins tend to get wet easily, very wet.” He said teasingly as he placed his hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down squeezing it here and there.

“Ive always liked having you around. Knowing I can ruin you whenever I wanted to.” He whispered in your ear causing you to be oddly aroused from the slight growl in his voice.

You didn’t really know what to say in a situation like this, mainly since you never been in any sort of situation like it. You looked away from him trying to hide how flustered you’ve become.

He gripped your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Look at you. Already getting heated from what I’m saying. Your so easy to figure out, to control. Like the whore you are.” He said as he stared you down, making you feel vulnerable.

“I’m gonna turn you into my own personal sex whore, and I bet you would like that huh?” He asked teasingly as you felt his hand travel farther up your thigh.

“Kai please-“ you spoke out slightly.

He quickly hushed you.

“Your mine, understand? I can do whatever I want. Don’t talk unless I tell you to.” He added as you felt his hand travel to your clothed clit.

He began to rub circles around your already soaking clit causing you to hold onto him and automatically opening your legs to let him gain for access.

“Look at you, already spreading your legs over the slightest touch. Such a needy whore.” He then began to put more pressure on your vulnerable clothed clit as he began to rub faster circles on it.

“Now open your mouth and let daddy hear your pleasurable screams.” He added as he felt himself harden.

You felt yourself building up an orgasm from his hands as he continued to rub you senseless.

“I’m.. im so close Kai, please..” you moaned.

He stopped his movements and stopped.

You found yourself unsatisfied and needing more.

“What did I tell you? Did I say you can talk?” He grabbed your jaw again, this time more harder then before as he made you stare at him.

He quickly stood up carrying you in his arms and set you on the floor placing you on your knees.

“Your really gonna disobey me and forget your place? You are here to satisfy me. So you will do as i say. Understand?” He said slapping you, not too hard, but enough to sting a bit.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants to his thighs revealing his hard dick’s outline through his boxers.

“Now do as your told and make your divine ruler feel good.” He said looking down at you.

You positioned yourself in a more comfortable position, still on your knees. You slowly pulled down his boxers allowing his hardened dick to spring through. Allowing enough Pre-cum to ooze down his hardened member.

You place your hand around his member making Kai slap your hand away.

“Did I say you can touch me? No. Use your mouth to make me feel good princess, and then you can.” He snapped.

You slowly placed your mouth on the top of his cock swirling your tongue around his pre-cum covered tip.

He sighed heavily in pleasure as you started taking more of his dick in your mouth hallowing your cheeks to make it more pleasurable.

You didn’t know how to do a lot as a virgin, but you knew some basics.

You can hear Kai’s groans as you continued to take his cock in your mouth continuing to circle your tongue around his member.

You didn’t bother putting his whole dick in your mouth, it would’ve probably made you gag and you were worried about that since you didn’t know how that would go.

He grew impatient and placed both his hands on your head allowing his fingers to tangle in between your locks.

He pushed your head forcing you to take his whole member in your mouth making you gag and tear up. That didn’t make him stop. He started to thrust himself into your throat letting out growl like groans.

“Fuck, princess. Your mouth feels so good on daddy’s dick.” He said as he leaned his head up allowing his mouth to slightly hang open letting out small moans.

You felt yourself become more aroused hearing his sounds of pleasure. You can feel yourself become soaked to the point where it seeped through your panties.

His legs began to shake slightly as he groaned more closely reaching his finish.

“Oh fuck.. I’m so close, princess.”

He quickly pulled out allowing you to catch your breath slightly before he placed gripped your jaw placing his thumb on your tongue. Leaving you little to no time to really pace up to what was happening.

He came inside your mouth allowing his cum to drip onto your tongue and down your chin.

“You look so good having my cum in your mouth princess. You did so good.” He said as he closed your jaw forcing you to swallow his semen.

“So good that I think I should award you, would you like that?”

You nodded softly unsure if you should talk in a situation like this while also swallowing the leftover cum in your mouth.

He picked you up and placed you onto the couch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switch blade.

He allowed the blade to travel up your thigh letting you grow eager from anticipation and suspense. You were scared to move out of fear of being cut.

He guided the knife to the lining of your panties cutting the fabric allowing him to tear them off revealing your nude lower half.

He analyzed your lower half before positioning himself infront of your soaking pussy moving your thighs to allow him access.

He began to instantly suck on your sensitive clit making you instantly buckle your legs as he held your thighs down. Letting out pleasurable screams as he continued.

He would kitten lick your clit moving up and down it just to suck and gently bite on your clit then repeat the process.

You can feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm as you placed your hand in between his locs forcing him against you.

He then began to tongue-fuck you in your sensitive cunt allowing his nose to cause friction with your clit only building up more pleasure.

You can hear the lewd sounding noises coming from his tongue against your already sensitive pussy as you let out more and more moans.. you can hear his slight groans coming from his mouth causing you to feel more pleasure.

You began to buckle your legs harder as you reached your orgasm. You began to hump his face a bit riding out your orgasm. He held down your thighs more rougher as he continued to lick circles around your now pulsating weak clit after licking up the aftermath of your last orgasm.

The overstimulation caused you to squirm, you looked down at him with your eyes half-shut to see him staring back at you. You leaned your head up letting out more pleasurable moans as you tried to move away from overstimulation.

His tight grip kept you in place as you felt your second orgasm coming closer. You gripped his hair in pleasure as causing him to groan into your sensitive clit.

His groans sounded so fucking hot to you. And you wanted to hear more. It was almost impossible to explain.

Your eyes shut as you let out your second orgasm causing your legs to shake crazily as you bit your lower lip causing it to bleed.

He licked up your aftermath as he looked up at you wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You taste so fucking good baby. So fucking good.” He said as he wiped away the blood from your lower lip.

“I want to taste all of you.”

He smashed his lips against yours unexpectedly allowing his tongue to explore your opened mouth. You can feel a slight smile form as you moaned slightly into his mouth.

You can feel him nip your bottom lip in the same spot you bit your lip allowing a sensational pain flow across your body. It made you more aroused oddly.

He began to deepen the kiss as he unbuttoned your shirt revealing your exposed breasts.

He pulled away from the kiss as he stared at your now fully nude and exposed body making you feel a little insecure and more vulnerable then ever.

He stared for what seemed like hours before opening his mouth and taking in one of your breasts. The pleasure from this made you let out beautiful moans.

He began to nip and suck as he played with your other boob with his other hand.

Felt like he was doing this forever. Hardly ever removing his mouth unless it was to switch to the other breast.

When he finally finished he stared up at you.

“You let out such beautiful moans, I wonder how loud they would sound with my cock in you.”

It sounded almost unreal. Not in the situation your in, just in general. You would never really expect someone to say that to you so suddenly.

He aligned his tip to your already VERY sensitive and vulnerable pussy.

He thrusted his full member into you not allowing you any time to adjust.

You got lost in what was happening and totally forgot that it’s KAI your doing this with. You didn���t know why you expected him to really be gentle with you.

He continued to thrust his full member into you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. Your nails clawed his back making Kai moan into your neck as he kept on thrusting into you.

“Fuck,.. your so tight around my dick. And so fucking wet. What a whore. Look at me as I fuck you senseless.”

He forced you to look at him as you continued to moan loudly. He had to rhythm to his thrusts at all. He just pounded into you quickly making you not be able to even think. You tried to find some sort of pattern to his thrusts but even thinking about trying to figure it out made you crazy.

He took the chance to stuff 2 fingers in your mouth slowly finger fucking your throat as he fucked you. This made your eyes slam shut from both pain and pleasure.

“Look what you did, you whore.”

You can see your blood stain his cock as he continued to thrust into you not stopping the motion of his fingers as he done so.

Your legs automatically rose up to your chest, allowing your knees to touch your breasts, from all the pleasure. It was almost like an instinct. You couldn’t think straight so your body moved however it pleased.

He took his fingers out of your mouth and began to rub his now drenched fingers against your pulsating clit as he continued to thrust into your drenched overstimulated pussy.

The pleasure of his tip reaching your climax as he rubbed your clit sent you over the edge.

Your legs shook like crazy signaling your close to your third orgasm.

“Fuck.. don’t cum yet. Cum without me and next time I’ll leave you unsatisfied.” He said looking at you sternly with his mouth slightly open as he moaned.

You leaned your head back trying so hard to hold back on your orgasm. He began to rub your clit faster making it even harder for you.

He knew that too, he just wanted to see you try so hard not to cum all over his cock.

“Cum for me now princess, now. Cum all over your divine rulers cock.” He said as his hips buckled as his thrusts became sloppy letting out slightly louder groans.

You felt your legs shake more as you finished all over him. His cock twitching as he came deep inside you.

You both thrusted riding out your highs.

He pulled out seeing a string of cum follow along his tip.

He shoved to fingers inside of your cunt as he finger fucked the rest of his cum deep inside you.

He shoved his fingers into your mouth allowing you to clean up his drenched cum covered fingers as you licked circles around his fingers.

“Your such a good girl, but if you ever fuck that up I can replace you just as easily. You better not ruin that. Your pussy wraps around my cock perfectly. You wouldn’t want to stop feeling daddy’s cock inside you, right?”

He said as he lifted his boxers back on along with his pants buckling his belt.

You shook your head softly still unable to fully think.

He smiled menacingly as he left. Leaving you completely nude and hazy.

After awhile you sat up, got cleaned up, and changed. You wasted no time before plopping yourself on your bed.

Oddly wanting more.

Wishing more happened.

Before dozing off into sleep.

Sorry for the extremely long and possibly unsatisfying story. I hope you liked it though.

This was my first smut, so if there is anything I should work on or fix let me know. (Situations, details, ways i explain shit, etc) I do plan on getting better and more explicit, but I just have to practice more haha.

Thank you!

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale’s Top 10: Most Hated characters

Rules:

1. To make this interesting, I’m going to be picking characters that aren’t intended by the writers to be hated (annoying maybe, but not hated). So Villains aren’t going to be on this list since most are often supposed to be hated.

2. I will be covering Anime, manga, cartoons, and comics

3. Only content I’ve heard of (and at least somewhat have exposure to)

4. This is a VERY personal list. And If you happen to like a character I list. If it’s below the top 5, that’s fine. But if it’s above the top 5, please seek professional help.

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10. Z from All Grown Up!

This is supposed to be a 10 year old kid. I kid you not.

When he was first introduced, I did figure it was the simple don’t judge a book by its cover story. And yea it was mid back then. But I remember watching more episodes and realizing. Z is actually really f***ing boring and the episode about not judging would have worked if they were all 14 or 15, but Z is 10! They are all 9 to 11 years old! This show was so dumb! What parent lets their kid dye their hair and get piercings at 10?! How would he even know what punk is?

I think my main problem with Z is really the fact that it shows how he doesn’t really fit in a story of 10 year olds. Which was one of the big problems with All grown up! As a show. And personally I hate being reminded of why it fails so much as I did enjoy it as a kid.

Though out of all the characters on this list. He at least isn’t a jerk.

The other reason was I am a Tommy and Kimi supporter so…. Yea. That too.

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9. Ronaldo- Steven Universe

Now I know he’s supposed to be annoying. But that’s not my problem with him. His obsession with keeping beach city weird is fine. It’s the entitlement he has.

Not the conspiracy theories, it’s him trying to insert himself into it, trying to be the main character. And it’s always causing trouble for Steven. But I really think what does it is just how selfish he is about it. He never learns, starts to consider other people’s feelings. For Steven Universe, a show that gives pretty much everyone a redemption arc, Ronaldo basically goes “nah I’m good as is.” That’s what really grinds my gears about it.

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8. Chloe Carmichael from Fairly Oddparents

Now I should stress that before her introduction. The show was already on a decline with the introduction of Poof, Foop, Sparky.

But Chloe, oh she was a different breed of ruining the show. She made it unwatchable. Like people often complain about Mary Sue characters. CHLOE is a 100% grade A Mary Sue.

She just shows up, gets partial custody of the fairies, everyone likes her, but she somehow a bit miserable so she gets to have faries? Chester is WAY more deserving.

But seriously everything around her seemed to bend to her will. And it was so bad I think they canceled the show midway through the season.

But the reason she is so low is because she was simply the last straw on the shows decline and not the root cause. And I hardly watched the season she was in to care enough.

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7. Hiruzan Sarutobi - Naruto Shippuden

Now for those of you who watched only the first part of Naruto you are probably VERY confused on why this old man is on the list.

For those of you who have watched part 2. You know EXACTLY why he is on this list.

This man’s inability to stop ANY of the awful crap that resulted in the events of the story.

-He let the Uchiha extermination happen

-He let Danzo basically do whatever he wanted

-He didn’t stop Orochimaru who ended up attacking his village years later (and resulting in his death)

-Never told Naruto about his parents, and Litterally just gave the orphan money and dipped out.

-Didn’t stop the village from ostracizing Naruto

And the list goes on.

Like for some things, I get. The uchiha were planning a Coup and it could have gotten ugly but for f***s sake he could have done a better job in negotiations! Also why would he ever trust Danzo?

The rest is on him. Konohamaru is better off having Naruto as his mentor than that old bastard.

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6. Chris Thorndike - Sonic X

I hate this f***ing kid so much.

Oh people complain that Amy is so focused on sonic. Nah man, this kid only ever thought about sonic. This kid even tried trapping Sonic in his world because he didn’t want to say goodbye.

“But he’s lonely without his parents.”

WTF you talking about. His parents see him pretty often despite their careers and both clearly love him. He also has a maid and butler that both watch over and care for him. Not to mention uncle Chuck that is watching over him. Plus he has a group of friends his own age (all of which are more interesting characters than him).

I can’t even begin to describe how much of a jerk he can be. I will say the only reason he isn’t higher is because Chris actually TRIES to be useful in the matarex arc.

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5. Velma Dinkley - Velma

Or should I say Mindy kaling wearing Velma like a skin suit.

I hate when people turn beloved characters into self inserts and this entire show was this. Now I could go on about how they ruin Velma’s character. But this, this isn’t Velma. This isn’t even Scooby doo. It’s just using its name. And that’s all I can say. I’ve only watched enough clips to justify putting this on the list. This character and the show are both awful, so at least she isn’t ruining the show. And she does die, so at least there is some satisfaction. Which is why she is only this low on the list.

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4. Jared Shapiro - Powerpuff girls 2016

I don’t care what the interviews say. No one can convince me this kid isn’t a self insert of one of the writers.

An out of nowhere love interest for the main character.

While not as bad as the case of Velma, this one is much more personal having grown up with the OG powerpuff girls. So this makes me want to gag.

He’s such a bland and weird character. It’s just so creepy. I can’t even begin to describe how creeped out this character makes me feel. It does not feel like him and blossom are the same age either. It just ain’t right.

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3. Caillou from Caillou

I happen to like kids. Kids are creative and fun little gremlins. But whenever I see Caillou, the visceral urge to punt this child is intense.

He is the WORST child character in all of fiction. If the show never existed I’m 100% sure the world would be a better place.

He is a brat that NEVER learns. He says he does but he doesn’t. He is always the exact same little turd he’s always been. The only redeeming quality about that show is that the theme can be remixed into a bop.

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2. Paul Jeremiah Rabin from Amazing Spider-man

This man is probably the most hated man in all of spider-man comics.

Zeb Wells really s*** the bed so hard when he created this guy. Making a character that basically kidnapped Mary Jane, gave her super powers, made her get into a relationship with him, and basically ruined Spider-Man’s personal life.

You want to know how bad you messed up when in the issues where spiderman was possessed by the green goblin’s evil and he wanted to kill Paul, PEOPLE WERE CHEERING.

I do not think exists a single person that Likes Paul as a character. It’s actually kind of amazing.

But he is only number 2, because the ultimate spider man run is helping us forget the TRAVESTY that is Paul.

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1. Dave from Total Drama Pahkitew Island

He was the worst part of the worst season of total drama.

He started off as a whiny less then fun version of Noah and ended up as a clingy, psychotic toad that deserved to get ripped apart by bears.

Now with previous entrees I can kind of understand if there is someone that could like the character. Maybe…

But Dave?

If you actually like Dave and the person he became, we can not be friends. I would recommend a psych evaluation.

The boy is vindictive, controlling, condescending, and overall PATHETIC! And his label was Normal. The normal boy?! Nothing about that ‘Nice guy tm’ is normal. He was a piece of garbage.

Every action he takes is in his own self interest and I don’t see a SINGLE redeeming quality about him.

We are supposed to Want him to get together with Sky?

Him dating the Communal toilet would be a disservice to the toilet.

And that’s all I got to say on that matter.

[jumpy-buggy-33]

🌸💫⭐️🪷LMK HEADCANONS🪷⭐️💫🌸

(Had to freaking redo this bc tumblr didn’t save my draft >:[[ )

Redson(Hong Hai’er) Headcanons!!

-loves cats with every fiber of his being

-HATE HATE HATE HATE HATES water!!

-hair turns brown when it’s wet, like fire extinguishing sorta

-touch starved asf bull demon thing(bro has got 320+ years on his ass of absolutely no affectionate touch)

-has a small appetite and the highest alcohol tolerance you will ever see(got both traits from his mother)(he doesn’t drink much though of course)

-loves being pet, please pet him on your way out😼

-loves mechanics/engineering

-if you start even mentioning mechanics/engineering, he will beam at you with stars in his eyes and WILL ramble in DETAIL if you ask them a question about it or how something worked(things like that)

-clingy asf if you even touch them a little

-loves his hair, just hates how bothersome it is sometimes

-has soft/fluffy tail fur/fur/hair(depending on how one would draw him or anything like that)

-will eat the spiciest things on earth like it’s just a pack of mints or tic tacs

-gossips with his mother

-will DEFINITELY ramble if you ask him about an invention he’s working on/making

-acts like he doesn’t care much for people but secretly cares so much that they kinda forget to care about themself a lot

-stays up to atrocious times and STILL managed to wake up every day at 5:25

-has HORRIBLE vision bc the Samadhi Fire damaged their vision badly when they were a child/temporarily blinded them

-doesn’t like having nothing to do+constantly loads themself with things to do, errands to run

-HORRIBLE at parties/formal events

-has a habit of biting his lip when in deep thought or focus

-often tries to handle things themself+doesn’t like asking for help

-flusters easily

MK(Qi Xiaotian) Headcanons!!

-sleeps with his monkey plush at night

-doodles on himself when he’s bored at work

-unmedicated ADHD

-SSSSUUUUUUUUUPEEEERRRRR affectionate(will cuddle anyone who needs it, you need one?)

-LOVESSS pineapple!!

-likes listening to music when he’s drawing or working

-artist+has 17 sketchbooks in a box besides his desk

-always loses arcade games when put up against Mei

-surprisingly a AMAZING cook, sucks at baking tho

-loves playing with people’s hair(sorta like monkey grooming?)

-has binged Monkey Cop 16 times and will never stop

-acts like a little kid whenever he sees people kissing on tv

-has a tendency to try and fix all his problems himself because he doesn’t want to ‘burden’ his friends

-BROKE ASF

-keeps instant noodles in a secret cabinet in his apartment, hiding them from Pigsy

Mei(Long Xiaojiao) Headcanons!!

-knows some mechanics, but often asks Redson for help

-absolute master at video games

-definitely ate bugs as a kid and got sick because of it

-wants a lizard or something but her parents will NOT let her

-often likes to gossip with MK

-super chill about cuddles

-loves eating dragonfruit(though..sometimes she eats it with the skin..)

-has a bunch of trophies in a box from all the races she’s won

-loves pranks

-also sleeps with her dragon plushie

-will make fun of MK or Redson for being fruity even though she’s pretty fruity😼

-steals Redson’s glasses a lot just to entertain herself when he rams into poles or falls trying to get her(or even yelling at walls)

-likes doing Redson’s hair(but he rarely lets her do it)

-knows a whole bunch about bugs(origins, scientific names, etc)

Nezha Headcanons!!

-secretly loves cats

-will make flower crowns for someone if asked

-has known Redson since he was a baby and often talks with him(they gossip together, complain about people, all that)

-sarcasm is definitely his second language

-amazing at making origami

(There’s not a lot for my boy😭🪷)

Monkey King(Sun Wukong) Headcanons!!

-has a habit of talking to himself both from the years he was alone and trapped in the furnace((I can’t remember exactly what happened about the furnace so please bear with me🥲))

-snores loud asf and often scares the monkeys away

-secretly likes singing and sings well, but terrified of doing it in front of people

-often thinks about things he regrets

-a lil touch starved :,)

-smells like peaches

Macaque(Li’uer Mihou) Headcanons!!

-touch starved monkey dude 😢

-flinches whenever someone gets close of his right

-the monkeys on FFM(Flower Fruit Mountain) often like sleeping with him, basically drowning him in monkey

-often summons Rumble or Savage(or both) to talk to(though, they’re not very good company)

-loves mangos

-likes just sitting at a quiet pond at night, its quiet and peaceful and it doesn’t hurt his ears

-his fur is always so soft because the monkeys groom it a lot

Yeah that’s kinda it….FOR NOW-

Anyway have art😼

[jolynesmom]

if it’s okay with you, tell us about your tokyo revengers DR. i’d love to know how you relate to that world, your background story (if that’s okay), and whether you’re part of any gang 🙂🗣

hii, yes omg I would love to talk about it thank you for the request!!

while I really like this dr, it’s definitely one of my more lackluster and simple drs. I usually write more complex backstories for my drs, but for this one I kept it simple for a few reasons + I actually haven’t seen the last season, but I plan on doing it soon and update my script

so basically before baji met the others and formed toman, I moved into his apartment building with my family and our moms became friends instantly because of a common interest and they forced me and baji to become friends too. we hated each other at first because of our literal opposite personalities but after some time we became inseparable. this dr follows the ‘canon’ story from the anime just like the majority of my drs because I just like it the best (well it somehow follows it because I scripted a bunch of deaths and situations out)

so after some time we befriend mikey, all 3 of us start going to his grandpa’s dojo together and after some time we befriend the others and form toman while we’re in our last year of middle school. I aged everyone up because I preferred it this way plus would make more sense irl, so at the moment everyone in toman is finishing up highschool or maybe even in uni (I scripted uni is chill because I couldn’t be bothered to care about studying 😭)

my position in toman is acting vice president because I don’t really like to lead or give orders, but can do it if absolutely necessary when draken and/or mikey are not available for some reason

one very small difference I added in this dr is related to my s/o. I usually don’t script partners because it’s either not on my mind or I’m just curious to see who’d be into me without scripting, but here I added han from stray kids as my s/o because recently he’s really had my attention and I don’t know why, but I just feel like he fits in the tokyo revengers verse/a gang, especially when you think how he used to act predebut 😭

so he’s part of a notorious enemy gang to toman (I didn’t script much about this gang, but honestly I might add some more stuff) and after this enemy gang is brutally defeated by toman they’re going to disband and han will seek me out to join us and yeah

a lot of the time I like to connect my drs with things that happened in this reality to overcome there what I couldn’t do here, and this includes my tokyo revengers dr as well. here I grew up very sheltered and I would always be punished or humiliated by my family if I ever tried to rebel because of their positions in the society I grew up in. in my dr they hold important positions as well (dad is a police officer and mom is a nurse) and me being in a gang without their knowledge is my way of revenge (no pun intended) for both realities. I hate being constrained, and being in a gang, especially as a girl, is my way of saying ‘fuck you’ to my family (and honestly the society I grew up in) for keeping me in chains. I know they only wanted the best for me but it really messed me up as I grew up

also growing up I never had male friends, let alone best friends, because my parents didn’t like me hanging out around guys, so I think my best friend being a guy and having mostly guys as friends is going to be a nice change for me, so yeah that’s definitely another thing I’m excited about

another thing I love about this dr for is how it’s set in the early 2000s. I’ve seen a lot of people (esp on tiktok) complain about places they want to shift to being set in the 90s or 00s because they don’t have access to the internet and tiktok and blah blah blah!! y’all are boring!! the 2000s were literally superior in so many ways. I miss so much the vibe from back then and the technology like the funny phones or when the internet just became a thing and people used yahoo and hi5 to talk to each other; it was so great how people were more connected back then and that’s one of the main things I look forward to;

like it’s going to be so fun how the guys will need to come get my ass personally for a meeting because phones back then had a limit on how much you can call and text, so it was preferred to talk in person unless absolutely necessary 😭

most relationships feel so shallow here, so I’m genuinely excited to go hang out with my friends and talk about everything and nothing instead of everyone playing on their phones; I also scripted yahoo and hi5 are the most used social platforms in japan because those were sooo fun to be on

I hope you found my answer interesting!! <3

[unamused-boss]

Boots and Trumpets

Robin Buckley x Hargrove Oc

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: Amelia is now facing new challenges within Hawkins. One being her having the miss her friend Tina's annual Halloween party. So to counter for what she thought would be a boring night, she stopped by a little birdie's house instead.

I are currently sitting inside your shared ride with Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. I had the pleasure to have the whole back seat to myself, with my boots propped up onto the window opposite of your head. My baggy washed out jeans hanging from my ankles with my golden colored sweater tucked into my jeans with a brown belt.

“Steve, the more you complain about it and not work on it the more it’s going to suck.” I said to him after hearing him complain about his college essay for the past fifteen minutes.

“It’s not bad Steve, it just needs some rearranging.” Nancy reassured. “You just have to…” Nancy went onto this thing about how he can fix it but I truly did not care. They went onto something else about some dinner that they had to go to. Everything came to a halt when a roar of an engine stopped every word that was about to be exchanged. Both Nancy and Steve stepped out of the car to have a look at the noise while I only peered out of the window. We all saw a charged blue Camaro drive by us and parked. Our eyes still followed to see who owned it. My eyes made contact with the California plate on the back of it.

“What are the odds..” I laughed, I’m kinda happy another Cali kid is here. Maybe I can make a new friend. Two people got out of the car, a dude wearing denim on denim with curly hair styled into a mullet and a twelve year old with red hair with a skateboard. They both looked familiar. But then I saw it, it was the missing earring to my set that I had when I left in California. I thought it fell out when I was packing my bags.

“No fucking way…” I said in shock. ‘Out of every town in this country, you just had to show up here…’

“Shit.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Out of every damn state that those asswhips could pick. They pick my state. Indi-fucking-ana. I can’t handle this. I'm gonna throw up. I don’t have the energy to go find a new place to live. I can’t let any of them see me. I can’t live through this. This has to be some sort of nightmare. A really bad nightmare. God I didn’t change my last name either. Everyone is going to know. He’s going to figure it out and I’ll be thrown in front of a flippin bus. What am I going to do?

“Hey!” An all to perky Tina jumped up at me while I was at my locker. “How are you Amy?”

God, here it begins.

“What’s up…” My voice sounds frazzled, get it together. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Well as you know by now there is a new hot topic on campus.” Tina grinned.

“Yeahh.” I answered clearly to most with no enthusiasm, but not to Tina. “What does he have to do with me?”

“Well. I was hoping you could hook me up with your cousin!”

“Cousin? No he is not my cousin, we are no were near related.”

“Really?” She seemed not to believe me. “You guys just look really similar, I mean if you never took your sunglasses off I’d think you were him.” She obviously meant it as a joke. I can tell by the light giggle that she gave after making her comment.

“Well we’re not so I can’t help you there.” I stated blankly to her. “Hope you’re able to get in his pants.” I tried to end the conversation there but I was stopped.

“Hey wait!” I turned back to face Tina, who had pulled out an orange slip of paper. “Here you're invited, hope you can make it.” She said before skipping away to her next class. I looked down at the flier to see ‘ Let’s get sheet faced’ printed in bold on it. I laugh a bit at the play on words before folding it and putting it in my pocket. ‘I am skipping school today’ I made my way to the back exit of the school when a light force knocked me a few steps back.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, that was completely my fault. Please don’t yell at me, I’m just trying to get to chem.” A familiar frantic voice called out to me. Robin Buckley.

“Robin, it’s okay.” I reassured her.

“Are you sure? Cause listen if that scary dude is related to you please don’t send him my way.” She begged. 

I huffed. “I’m not related to him, Robin, don’t worry. I’m playing hooky, I’ll catch ya later… hopefully?” I say. I start walking past her to the free world from Hawkins High School

“Yeah, to-totally.” The faint voice of Robin can be heard from the closing doors.

…

Halloween Night: Friday 31, 1984

“Listen Tina, I can’t make it.” I told the bummed girl over that phone. “I’m sorry, I’ll come to the next party you throw.” I reassured her.

“But why are you flaking out on the Halloween bash! You never miss this specific party in the few years that I have known you.” That is true. Once you went to Tina’s annual halloween party you’ve never missed it. But that is changing this year. Being that your twin brother and step sister now live here, there is going to be a lot more flaking then just at the halloween party.

“Tina I told you, I’m taking Will trick or treating with his friends tonight.” You told her once again. “We can do a sleepover some time next week… okay.” 

“Okay.” I heard her sigh, “I see ya around.”

“See ya later Tina.” I hung up the yellow landline. I walk over to the livingroom to see Will fixing his ghostbusters costume.

“I still can’t believe no one else dressed up this year.” Will said sadly, “Everyone dressed up last year.”

“It’s okay Will, they just think they're too cool to dress up.” I reassured the small kid. In the back you can hear Bob explaining to Johnathan how the camera works when Joyce came behind Will with his, whatever it is, backpack for his costume.

“Listen, stay close to your brother and Amy, and you get a bad feeling just tell them so you can come straight home.” Joyce told him. “You promise.” Will gave her a thumbs up. “Okay.”

“You ready to rock and roll, Will the wise.” I smiled down at him.

“Be safe.” Joyce shouted out to us, mainly to Will. We all got into the car. Jonathan driving, Will in the passenger seat, and with me in the back. We start to make our way over to Mike’s neighborhood. 

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan says all of a sudden.

“What?” Will answered in utter confusion.

“Bob.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me differently.” Will said. “I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What, you think me and Johnathan are lame?” I said, trying to lighten his mood. 

“No, but it’s not like Nancy is coming to watch over Mike. You know?” Jonathan just sighs. He looks at me from the mirror. I give him the same look. We both feel bad for the kid, but what are we gonna do? I don’t want anything to happen to Will. Sooner than later we are at Mike’s front yard. Will makes his way to get out till Johnathan stops him.

“Hey.” Jonathan says to Will.

“Yeah.” He answers.

“If I let you go by yourself, will you promise to stay in the neighborhood.” Johnathan suggested. 

“Yeah.” Will’s mood brightened up. “Yeah-Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.” Jonathan told him.

“9:30?” Will tried to persuade him. “9:00.” Jonathan said again.”Deal?” “Yeah deal.” Will rushes out of the car to go to his friends.

“Will.” Jonathan stops him from leaving the car to hand him the camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends touch this.” Will laughed and took the camera to go over to his friends. 

“You’re a good brother John.” I smiled at him. “I’ll see ya later.” As is tried to get out of the car but Jonathan stopped me.

“Wait where are you going?” 

“I don't know, I’ll probably walk around the neighborhood.” I said. “I got a friend down that street.”

“You’re really not going to Tina’s party?” He was bewildered by this. 

“Yeah John, I’m really not going.”

“But you love Tina’s parties.” He simply stated.

“Well I’m not feeling it this year.” I told him.

“Bullshit.” He called. “Why aren’t you going?”

“I just don’t want to go.” I’m sticking to this. “I have someone I can hang out with, plus I’ll be close to Will if something happens.” John and I just stare at each other for a minute.

“Okay.” He sighed. “But if Nancy gets upset that you’re not there, I’m not taking the heat.”

“Okay.” I smiled at him as I got out of the car. I walked my way over to where the boys were messing around as John left for Tina's party. “Okay turd-nuggets.” I begin.

“Really, what are you twelve?” Mike sassed. 

“And are you a lollipop with that stick up your ass?” I sassed back to him, I start back up were I was interrupted. “I will be down that street with a friend, I will be back her at 8:45 to make sure you guys are fine. Okay?”

A chorus of “Okay’s” filled the air.

“Great! See you shit-heads later.” I walk off a familiar bird’s house. I walk up the stairs to the front door and give it a quick knock. I wait until the door opens. 

“Amelia?” Robin says confused. “What are you doing here?”

“ I was hoping we could hang out for a bit.” I suggested. “Is that okay?”

“Oh! It’s completely fine!” She exclaimed, “I just thought you'd be at some party.”

“I didn’t feel like partying tonight, ya know.” I made my way into her house.

…

Tina’s Halloween Party: Friday 31, 1984

The party was in full swing. TP covering the lights of every room. Alcohol filling the mouths and noses of every teenager on the property. Music blasting as loud as physically possible. Someone throwing up in the front yard. The smell of weed coming from the master bedroom with each new blunt that was lit. The sound of a name being chanted in the backyard. A keg stand can be seen with an all too familiar blonde on top, like always. 

“Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!” Is chanting through the crowd as the new keg king came down from his stand. Spitting out that remaining beer from his mouth.

“That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” Billy yelled. The statement “We have a new keg king, ladies and gentleman!” Being shouted along as Billy made his way into the house. His senses are filled with the atmosphere of the room. Till he sees a certain fallen king with his princess. 

“Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington.” Tommy boasted.

“Yeah, eat it Harrington!”  Steve looked onto the, now new, keg king. Waiting for something to happen.

“What’s wrong Harrington? Your little dyke is not here to save you.” Tommy fake whined to him. As a way to taunt him. Tommy was about to keep laughing when he felt beer splash over his shoulder. “What the? What the hell Tina?!”

“Don’t call her that!” Tina shouted at him “If she was here she’d leave you crying.”, too drunk to keep dealing with him but still wanting to defend her friend. Nancy, now done with the testerone in front of her, quickly left to get something stronger to drink. Tommy is now pissed that he is covered in pungent drink. 

“Go worry about yourself before you come at me guys.” Was all Steve said then walking away from the other teenage boys. Staring off at the brunette as he went after his girlfriend.

Billy turned himself around to face Tommy. “How were you talking about that got Tina mad?” He asked, genuinely curious about the lesbian that was not present tonight at the party of the semester.

“Oh. Just some lesbo that hangs with Harrington.” Tommy retorted, making it seem like she isn’t worth Billy’s time. “She can be a fucking asshole.”

…

Laughter filled the Buckley house this Halloween. The two girls conversed with one another for the past few hours. Being comfortable with one another knowing how the other truly is.

“Wait.” Robin kept laughing. “You got caught kissing Heather Halloway from her bedroom window then proceeded to fall from the second story?!”

“Yeaah, I’m not welcomed over at the Holloway house any more.” I giggled.  

“Jeez, you’ve done more than I thought.” Robin smiled. “I’m still scared to change in the girls locker room.”

“Hey I’m the town lesbo.” I calmly giggled. 

We fell into comfortable silence, “Hey, I wanna ask you something?” Robin asked.

“Sure.” I said, waiting for her question.

“What was California like?” I sat silent for a second. Due to my silence Robin thought she had hit a nerve. “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to!”

“It’s okay, I just haven't talked with anyone about California.” I reassured her. “ It was like a constant sunset everyday…” I started.

“The weather was always perfect. And the beaches, oh my god the beaches. They were always clear. I lived in Santa Monica, very touristy but beautiful.” I was happy I could finally talk about my home again. “Ugh that sand was so soft under your toes when you walked. And there was this boardwalk that my mom took me and my brother to all that time-” 

“You have a brother?” Robin asked curiously.I stopped. ‘No I messed up’.

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“Do- Do you miss him?” Robin asked.

“Everyday… but I hope he’s living the California dream as you guys would say.” I covered my truth with a lie. Not wanting her to know that my brother is here in Hawkins. 

“Well from how to describe California, it sounds beautiful.” She reassured me.

I stared back at her with a smile. “Thanks Robin.” Silence filled the room again. Comfortable silence. I liked being around Robin, even with her nervous attitude, she was truly one of a kind. I was about to say something when I glanced at the clock of the wall to find it was close to the time I told the boys I would meet them.

“I gotta go.” I sighed disappointedly, “But I’d love to spend more time together.” I am hoping her answer is a yes.

“Yeah, I would love that! Well not like love-love, but do love being around you. Not in like a couple ways cause that would be weird since we’re just friends. Yaaa know.” She panicked.

“I know Rob.” I smirked, “I’ll see you at school later.” 

As we said our goodbyes, I made my way down the street to see the boys. I saw the familiar ghostbuster’s suits from where I was. I could tell that they picked someone up along the way to go trick or treating with. ‘How cute, they made a new friend’. There were two stragglers in the back of the group, by the hair cuts I could tell that it was Mike and Will. I did a small jog over to them.

“Hey shit-heads!” I yelled to them, all their heads slowly turning to me as I made my way over to them. “Did you guys get anything good?”

“What Amy, why are you here?” Mike complained.

“Cause it is close to 9:00 and I want to check on you guys, is that so bad?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Okay you know what, you're a little shit.” I said to him, “Besides who’s your new?... friend…”

Fuck.

It appears that we have the same looks on our faces. I stared at Max. She stared back at me.

“Shit…” I accidently said out loud.

“Do you know Max, Amy?” Lucas asked me.

I took a deep breath in. “No.” I said simply. “Listen, hit up a few more houses, I’ll come get you in a minute.”

“Where are you-” Dustin started.

“I need a minute guys!” I shouted at them, walking over to Mike’s front yard. Dammit, why. Why! The last person I want to see is with the kids I watch. Shit. This is bad. She can’t tell Niel. No, she can’t tell Billy. Would they even believe her if she told them? Shit, what do I do? I was taken out of my head when a very upset Mike walked by me. I was about to ask him if he was okay when I heard a commotion in the street. I look over to see Will being picked on by some older boys.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!” I shout at them as I run over to them. “Get back here you fuck heads!” They ran away the minute I had my eyes set on them. Will was pushed to the ground, dropping his candy and camera. I kneel down to him, “Hey Will, are you okay?” I calmly asked him. “Did they hurt you?” I kept asking. Will was not responding what so ever. He just kept looking up at the sky, like something was looking at him. “Will?... Will!” He started to get up slowly, still not answering me. He started to move slowly. Till he ran straight to the back of Mike’s house. “Will!” I shouted after him, grabbing his candy and camera. The other apparently heard me since I heard multiple pairs of feet behind me. I made my way down some brick stairs to find Mike with Will hiding behind a wall.

“Will! I couldn’t find you.” Mike panicked with worry. “I heard Amy shouting then I couldn’t find you, are you hurt?” Due to Will’s heavy breathing I could tell what was up.

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled. 

I kneeled down to his level looking him in the eyes. “Did you have another episode Will?” He was still looking around like a scared cat. “I’m gonna get you home, okay buddy.”  Mike made his way to help Will up. When others tried to help he called them off. Blocking off the rest of us to take Will with him.

“Mike?” Dustin tried.

“Keep trick or treating, I’m bored anyways.” He started taking Will with him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Max asked, looking to us for an answer. The boys and I were silent, nothing to say.

“It’s something you don’t have to worry about.” I told her. “Dustin, Lucas go up there for a minute. I need to talk with her.”

“What! Why?” They both started to complain.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go!” I hardly ever get stern with them, but when I do I hope they know I mean what I say. They both, begrudgingly, made their way up the stairs. I turn myself back to Max.

“Max.”

“Amelia.”

“I go by Amy now…” Well this is awkward.

“What did you want?” She asked me, quit literally over me already.

“You can’t tell Billy I’m here or anyone.” I told her.

“What? Why not?” She was baffled. “Do you not know how much Billy misses you?”

“No Max I don’t, because I’ve been here for the past 4 years.” I stated. “Just please don’t tell him, and don’t tell anyone that we’re related. Got that.”

“Yes.”

“Good. As far as me and you go, we just met. Okay?”

“Okay.” She said a bit quietly. “Now let’s get you back up there with your friends so you can enjoy the rest of the night.” I take her back up to Dustin and Lucas. And since Johnathan isn’t here by 9:00, looks like I’m stuck here.

Jeez, the next month is gonna be a shit show. Max knows I’m here now. Johnathan is nowhere in sight. On top of that my twin brother is here too. Hopefully this can’t get any worse than it already is.

Man. I was so wrong about that…

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I (Smol) has been unbelievably busy but I wrote this little thing (a bit rough) I'd like to share. It's for the Avatar AU.

Here's the Fire Nation lore. (just in case)

First, a little note. In Mugen Train, there is a young man with Tuberculosis that is meant to crush Tanjirō’s spiritual core. However, he is shocked by the kindness shown to him by the little sun spirits, the gentleness within Tanjirō’s soul. I’ve named him Yuzuru which depending on the kanji used (if my research wasn’t wrong) can mean modesty/humility or knot/bind and string/chord. I think that fits.

Yuzuru is a soldier in the fire nation, stationed at an important camp in another nation. He’s just a guard, has some talent in using a bow but no bending to speak of. His main job is to guard tents of important high ranking people. It’s boring but it isn’t all that dangerous so his mother is happy. Honestly, he didn’t care to be on the front lines or anything, unlike one of his frequent partner guards who’s just itching to fight but too respectful to complain. Yuzuru doesn’t understand her. The pay isn’t good enough to die and then if he’s dead what good does the money do (unless there’s a family or someone to support but he knows she doesn’t have that.)

So, he stands outside tents or gets watch duty on the tower. Ugh, the tower sucks. It’s cold and dark and way too easy to hallucinate things in the silence. Still, his job isn’t really eventful. Sometimes he catches bits and pieces of the meetings in the tents. Generals and commanders and strategists discussing the state of the troops, where the front lines are, timelines, and all that. He doesn’t ask questions and keeps silent about anything he hears. One man stands out to him. They call him General Kokushibo. That's not his actual name but no one addresses him as General Tsugukuni. Yuzuru doesn't know how he got the second name but it doesn’t matter. If the Fire Lord is represented by the Sun, then his right hand general is the Moon. Just because you can’t see him doesn’t mean he isn’t already after you. The Dragon of the West is another moniker. He’s terrifying because he earned his power and reputation honestly. No one would dare say he wasn’t a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield and there was extra respect among the soldiers because he didn’t shy away from the front lines. Lately, however, he’d been taking more breaks. Traveling back to the capital more often. Not many knew why but there were rumors. Of course there were rumors. So imagine Yuzuru’s surprise when he’s put on guard duty for a tent as usual and General Kokushibu walks out followed by a twelve year old boy. That’s right. A fucking child with red hair in a ponytail not dissimilar to the General. The kid is wearing a smaller version of a standard uniform. He didn’t know they made them in that size. This is the first time Yuzuru has serious questions and doesn't know if he’ll be able to restrain himself. But it’s not over. Almost as soon as the kid passes him, another kid emerges from the tent. An 11 year old girl in the same downsized uniform and with her black hair in a ponytail. He isn’t allowed to ask questions. Yuzuru repeats that mantra in his head and does his best to keep his mouth shut and ears open. Yuzuru sees them a few more times over the next week. Neither of them seem happy to be there but they’re professional. The serious looks on their face don’t belong to kids their age. He hears all sorts of rumors (people tend to forget he’s standing there.) How the General takes them to strategy meetings where they act as silent shadows. How the girl took on a soldier in a spar and won. How the boy’s flames had a hint of blue. How they both stopped by the medicine tents to help out. People speculate how proud the General must be. To have such talented and dedicated children. He trains them and drills them. He’s harsh, they say. None of those people see the General leave his tent in the morning and sigh. None of them see the glimpses of worry in his eyes before he too banishes it in favor of the same blank mask he’s passed on to his kids. Yuzuru is just a guard. He doesn't get to ask questions. Much later, he’ll find out those two are General Kokushibo’s kids. It’s not long before they earn a similar moniker to their father, the Twin Tigers of the West. Sometimes together, sometimes not. Terrifyingly good fire benders and fighters. Still, Yuzuru will never forget the first time he saw them. In those uniforms, following their father. They didn’t pay him to ask questions, Yuzuru told himself not to ask questions. But if he could, if he could ask those kids just one question it’d have to be, “What do you like to do for fun?” And if he could ask his nation one question, his Fire Lord, it’d be “What honor is there in sending children to war?”

Anyway, as you can tell I have feelings about this AU. Yup the kids are Tanjirō and Nezuko. Kokushibu aka Michikatsu doesn't care for them at first but they grow on him, even though it takes him quite a while to realize just how much. I initially wrote this without having a specific character in mind but the guy from Mugen Train fit super well. Hope you liked it.

Here's the Fire Nation lore if you need a refresher or read this post first.