#this is the first thing i did and had to capture

[rrysbabydoll]

Chemetrails Over The Country Club

Pairing: Harry Styles × Reader

CW: Flirting, kissing, teasing.

Synopsis: In Berlin for work, Harry takes Y/N to play tennis with Jeff tagging along.

Harry wasn’t exactly bad at tennis. He just wasn’t good. Not by Y/N’s standards, anyway.

The Berlin sun was unusually warm for April, and the clay courts at the private tennis club were practically glowing under it. Harry adjusted his cap, squinting at Y/N through the net. She stood poised, racket in hand, her white pleated skirt swaying slightly with the breeze. It wasn’t fair, honestly, how easily she fit here, like a painting come to life.

Jeff sat off to the side on a bench, sunglasses on, a bottle of water resting loosely in his hand. “Don’t embarrass yourself too much, mate,” he called, grinning.

Harry laughed, twirling his racket. “No promises.”

He’d been in Berlin for a week, tied up with meetings, fitting sessions, endless rehearsals for a few secret things brewing. It had been busy, almost too busy. So when Y/N had flown out from their house in london to visit him, Harry had insisted they steal away an afternoon for just the two of them. Well, the two of them, plus Jeff, because Jeff was glued to Harry’s side like a second conscience.

Y/N served with the ease of someone who’d been doing it since she could walk — which, in fact, she had. Born into old money, she grew up at country clubs and boarding schools, in a world where weekend tennis matches were as essential as Sunday brunch.

Harry grunted as he tried to return her serve, sending the ball way off into the fence.

Jeff let out a loud, mocking oof.

Y/N stifled a giggle behind her hand. “It’s okay. You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”

Harry picked up another ball, tossing it in his hand. “I’ll have you know, I was this close to playing Wimbledon once.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Really?”

“No.” He grinned. “But I did once beat Niall at Wii Sports Tennis, so.”

“That’s not the same thing at all.”

“Agree to disagree.”

She winked at him across the net. Harry's heart stuttered. he could survive any amount of public humiliation if she was smiling like that.

He served, not terribly, not gracefully either. Y/N returned it easily, making him dart left, then right, then lunge forward for a shot he missed by a mile. He stumbled and almost ate clay.

“Alright, alright, time out.” Harry threw up his hands dramatically, panting a little.

Jeff clapped slowly from the sidelines. “That was... admirable.”

Harry shot him a glare before trotting to the net where Y/N was waiting, laughing openly now.

“You’re evil,” he accused lightly.

She pouted mockingly, brushing a bit of dust off his shirt, her touch light. “Come on. Let’s rally a bit. Less pressure.”

He leaned in, lowering his voice. “If I win a point, do I get a prize?”

She hummed, pretending to think about it. “Depends what you’re asking for.”

Harry smiled, wide and boyish. “A kiss, maybe?”

Y/N pretended to mull it over before nodding. “Alright. One point, one kiss.”

Jeff groaned loudly. “Please, I beg you, don’t make me watch.”

Y/N spun her racket expertly in her hand. “You’re the one who wanted to come.”

“Because you two are feral unsupervised.”

Harry just grinned. “We’ll keep it PG, Jeff. Promise.”

They rallied, slow at first, then faster as Harry found some footing. Every time he managed a good shot, Y/N would cheer exaggeratedly, making him beam like a kid. His form was questionable at best, but his effort? Unmatched.

Finally, after what felt like a thousand tries, Harry smashed a ball past her. It wasn’t clean, and it definitely wasn’t pretty, but it landed in.

“YES!” Harry whooped, throwing his racket up like he’d just won the U.S. Open. “Victory!”

Y/N raised her hands in mock defeat. “Alright, a deal’s a deal.”

Harry jogged over to her side of the court, still flushed from running around. She stood on tiptoe, pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth.

It was barely a brush, but Harry chased it, tilting his head to capture her properly. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, anchoring him. The world blurred for a second, the clay, the bright sky, Jeff’s exaggerated gagging noises in the background.

When they finally broke apart, Harry tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Best game I’ve ever played.”

Y/N smiled lazily. “You’re not terrible, you know. Give it a few months, and you could be halfway decent.”

“High praise,” Harry said, grinning.

Jeff tossed a ball at Harry’s back. “Alright, lovebirds. Some of us have meetings to get back to.”

Harry caught the ball easily and turned to Y/N. “Wanna ditch him and stay here all day?”

Y/N laughed, but her fingers squeezed his for a second, a silent yes.

“Yeah, I think we should teach you a proper backhand.”

Harry groaned theatrically, but followed her back onto the court anyway, racket dragging behind him.

He didn’t care if he looked ridiculous. He didn’t care that Jeff would tease him for weeks. He didn’t even care that every muscle in his body would ache tomorrow.

Because Y/N — sun-drenched, smiling, her laughter catching on the warm Berlin breeze — was looking at him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

[beatlblog]

#happy I want to see your eyes. i cant see your eyes. day for everyone who celebrates it (via tweeterwilbury)

#i would have killed john with my eyes if i was there. (via cohendyke)

#john upped and disappeared himself from george's life pretty soon from hdys#i dont think it was malicious he just got caught up in the immigration thing and didn't or couldn't put in the effort#of contacting george nm yoko would have started separating john from him#and according to mclegacy ringo was the only other beatle paul chose to openly communicate with at this time#he only talked to lennison via lawyers which started with the legal threat over john's 'camp' dig in melody maker#so not only did george put his name to a song that even got dragged by rolling stone and landed john in hot shit#paul was actively stonewalling him#which freaked him the hell out#cue john being done disappeared george had his 'oh shit' moment esp since once again john only used him in playing games#with paul which is what george wanted to escape in the first place#he remembers when john didn't wear sun/glasses that often and how much easier it was to read him then#so he's still captured by the past despite all the attempts to escape#and he was sick at this time he had strep i think#so john is giving him mclennon BS and george is caving in bc he'll never be important to john the way john is to him#man (via bambi-kinos)

#when you side with your dad in the divorce for freudian reasons but then he's happier with his new family (via rubyrubyrubytuesday)

#this being post george replacing john with bob dylan#oh man#george went fully team john not realising that john wasnt actually team john....... (via russellpigeone)

John and George had this encounter 50 years ago.

[pumpkintushie]

Flashed and Marked, Forever Mine.

NSFW fic 🔞Solivan Brugmansia x Fem! Reader

This is my first proper fanfic writing considering I usually draw sooooooooo I hope you enjoy.

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Please do not steal or copy my work ♥

Art by Fantasia TKaTB

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: Smut, teasing, dominant behavior, public sex.

You had been teasing Solivan every second you could, reveling in the way his fingers twitched and his eyes roamed over you. Sneaky brushes of your arm against his, your fingertips dancing along the back of his arm as you walked with him. Solivan was at his breaking point, practically ready to throw caution to the wind and show you how much you affected him regardless of the busy sidewalk you two walked on. Your eyes were set on the arcade you were headed towards as the bright flashing lights and loud chimes sounded around you two.

 ”haah~…pumpkin you should know better then to tease me”…Sol said under his breath and with a strain in his voice.. “Heh…mmmn~…you’re soooo cute when you’re all flustered” you said back to him, finding his reddening cheeks endearing. You were practically tugged along and into the photo booth at the back that you two often frequented, but this time the atmosphere felt charged. Behind the curtain of the booth, his lips immediately crashed into yours catching you by surprise but you melted into him. Sol swallowed your breathy gasp with his lips as he resisted the urge to devour you right then and there. A press of lips turned into desperation, roaming hands and you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs at each slide of his tongue against yours.

How long had you two been kissing in the booth? It didn’t matter no, the only thing that mattered was the heat radiating off his body seeping into yours. Solivan pulled back just enough to look into your heavy lidded eyes brushing the pad of this thumb over your kiss swollen lip. He smirked then and slid the hand that was on your hip to your thigh squeezing it, he knew what he was doing and it sent bolts of desire straight to your core. Toying with the hem of your shorts his hand crept closer to where you needed him the most “nngh~…Sol..wait~” you breathed out even as your legs opened invitingly. 

“Shhhhh..…you’re going to be a good girl and stay quiet for me…right?” he said with a grin making his piercings glint in the dim light behind the curtain. The world outside the photo booth faded away as all you could focus on was his eyes that seemed to dance with mischief. You silently nodded, feeling a heat crawl up your neck as he pushed the crumpled bills into the photobooth. 

“GET READY FOR YOUR PHOTOS- SELECT YOUR FRAME” the automated voice came out like a shrill practically making you jump as you were so entranced by the way his fingers moved, he noticed, of course he did and that elicited a dark chuckle from him. Slowly his fingers crept higher and higher teasing under the hem making your brows furrow at him. “Sol… what are you planning?” you said but it came out more like a whine, he ignored you and pressed the sleek black frame. 

“GET INTO YOUR SILLY WACKY POSES FOR THE PERFECT PHOTO MEMORY” the voice cut through the air again, gods was it always this loud? Before you had even a second to process what pose you may want to do, a large palm pressed over your mouth and his other hand hooked around the crotch of your shorts tugging them to the side. “Pumpkin, we’re going to capture some memories alright” he purred out with a wolfish smile as the two of you appeared on the small screen. “Mmnnhhpppf!”  you huffed out into his palm pinching your brows together feeling the cool air of the booth hit your feverish exposed skin.

The time seemed to slow as you felt those all too familiar fingers slide through your glistening folds and the most pitiful sound came from your lips. “Heh…you’re so wet..is this all for me?” Sol teased with that same wolfish grin, gods you swore you could see his eyes darkening as he looked at the mess you were becoming. Your eyes flicked to the little screen seeing you two from the waist up hiding the hidden touches he was stealing below. “Pumpkin, eyes on me..” he said, keeping his palm over your mouth but turning your head to face him as he pressed his finger against the sensitive bud that ached for him. That press made your hips roll forward wantonly and you were thankful that your reddening cheeks were covered by his hand. 

“GET READY…..ONE….” The automated voice rang out as he circled your clit leaning his head to the side watching you with a predatory glint in his eye, the strain in his pants all but growing at the needy sounds being muffled by his hand. “...TWO..” Sol grinned wider as his fingers moved in tight circles, the pleasure radiating through your core was making your breaths come out in short quick bursts. “THREE!-” Snap~ the booth camera went off forever immortalizing  your cruel punishment for teasing him, and what was worse? There was more frames to be taken and he was just getting started. 

“You know, you're so beautiful when you fall apart for me” he purred against your ear, tightening his grip on your mouth as your warm breath from your nose ghosted over his knuckles. The automated voice said something similar than before but you couldn't focus, how could you when his words were dripping with sin and he was wringing out your pleasure? It felt so damn embarrassing knowing how much of a mess you were making in your shorts, your lace panties all but becoming a second skin clinging to you along with your damn shorts. Snap~ the lense captured his lips to your ears and your eyes going glassy, you were practically drooling into his palm.

Solivan turned your head forward facing the lens, opening your neck up to his greedy mouth. “Keep your eyes on the camera.” it was a command and the way he said it sent a shiver through your spine. His fingers became more demanding on your skin and his own hips canted up against nothing but the tightness of his pants. “Mmmnnh!~” the needy sound was muffled by his hand because that was his to hear, his alone. “M’Fuck…Im going to make you fall apart”  Solivan growled into your skin but only loud enough for you to hear. He could hardly take it the friction of his too tight pants pressed deliciously against his cock, if it weren't for his dark pants he would look just as much of a mess as you were right now. 

You. Were. Aching. For him. His lips and tongue on your sensitive neck made your skin flush and his hot breath rippled goosebumps across your skin. Solivan’s dexterous fingers slid between your slick heat and teased at the place you needed him the most. Schlick~ the audible squelch of his finger sliding effortlessly into your pussy sounded in your ears in the hidden place behind the photo booths curtain sounded in your ears.  

Snap~  The camera you were facing captured your eyes fluttering closed with a fucked out expression on your face. You were truly a mess, but his mess nonetheless. Solivan’s eyes flicked to the screen seeing your eyes closed and he pressed his finger deeper inside you curling it as he breathily whispered into your ear. “Pumpkin, you’re going to keep your eyes on that camera. Eyes. Open….or you’ll be punished when we get back.” another command, a warning that made you clench around his digit.  

“Fuck…look at you” Sol said thick with need curling his finger out of you only to replace it with two digits, this made you cry out into his palm that he held tightly against your mouth. Pumping his fingers in and out of your wetness his teeth began to dominate your neck. The muffled moans were caught but occasionally slipping between his digits making his cock throb and leak into his boxers. You were transfixed on watching him through the grainy screen, watching him suck love letters into your skin and marking you as his.  Snap~ Captured and enraptured by the punishment and worship he was giving you. 

It was too much, the slide of his fingers inside you coiling heat inside you like a spring ready to snap and then it happened. Squeezing around his digits your walls fluttered as Sol shattered you completely, you hadn’t even noticed him pull back to watch you come undone because your eyes were nearly rolled back.Snap~  “Haaaah~ yes, that's it! Fucking break for me” he said with ragged heavy breaths as he fell apart from the friction of his tight pants and purely by watching you crumble for him.

Solivan slowed his pace and then pulled his fingers out of the mess you made, your eyes lazy and trying to focus on him seeing his own fucked out expression. Your flushed face came into full view as he released his hand from over your mouth but only to hold your jaw in his grip. Holy fuck, you could only hazily think before he made a show of bringing those digits to his lips and licking them clean while you watched. Snap~ the final photo took showing you two, utterly ruined. 

Solivan moved your damp shorts back into place but not before snatching up the polaroid strip into his greedy hands. With twitching fingers, he held the strip raking his eyes over every detail of his newest obsession, before looking at his most prized possession. Fucked out, utterly ruined, marked in bites and hickeys and so his. “You're so fucking perfect so fucking mine, and only m i n e.” he said before capturing your lips again, his mind racing with every way he would show you just how much he meant his words, his promise. 

Find my spicy art here ➺PumpkinTushie🎃 (@PumpkinTushie) / X

[ttsblogg]

I’m Drew Starkey.

drew starkey x f!actress

a/n: the film for this fic will be Burlesque. fight me I love this movie. it’s just so hot like miss christina did her thing for real. for context, y/n plays Alli of course, and Jacob Elordi will play Jack. also Drew is a shy baby in this fic, it’s a adorable. anyways, i hope you all enjoy! this is my first fic so heyyy ;) - tt 🫧

There she was, slowly stepping out of her limo. Greeting everyone with her bright smile, along with a small wave. “Y/n! Y/n!” Fans called out to her, photographers quickly turned their heads to face in the direction they heard her name being called and started yelling out for her trying to get her attention so they can snap a photo of her. Y/n chuckled at how demanding they were, even before she reached the red carpet. Her assistant helped adjust her dress before she headed toward the walking area. Her assistant helped her adjust her dress before she made her way towards the carpet. She soon was met by flashing lights blazing at her. To some, this could be very intimidating but not to Y/n. Not anymore. Not tonight.

Tonight marked the debut of Y/n’s new movie ‘Burlesque’, it was her biggest project so far. It pushed her out of her usual comfort zone, something she hasn’t done in her career. She revealed a part of herself she’s never shown before, a new talent no one’s heard or seen before. This film was something new, glamorous; brilliant. It was inspiring, courageous, filled with fierceness and sultriness. In just one week, it earned a perfect score of 100% on the Tomatometer. Critics described Y/n’s performance as “hot” and “enchanting”, they called it “the new and improved Y/n” with her “outstanding voice” and “stunning looks”.

“Y/n look here! Y/n over the shoulder!” The photographers yelled as their flashing lights shined on Y/n, capturing her form fitting; glittery dress, along with her perfectly contoured face. She did her best to look at as many camera lenses as she could. As she focused on the flashing cameras, she failed to realise someone was admiring her from afar.

Drew Starkey, he’d been a big fan of y/n for a long time now. He first discovered her when he watched ‘The Edge of Seventeen’, he was hooked on her ever since. She just had a way of carrying herself, it attracted him. He was in awe of how she gave her all into every role she had. He already had a favorite part about her without even meeting her.

Her eyes.

Her perfect y/e/c eyes. The way they got brighter every time she was talking about something she loved or about something she was excited; happy about. And the way they’d turn a dark shade of green when she was upset, or mad. She thought she kept small things like this hidden, things no one seemed to notice. But Drew saw every one of them. He was completely fascinated by her. To finally see her in person, he wasn’t going to pass the opportunity to look her as much as he could. “Would you like to meet her?” Madelyn asked. Drew snapped out of his daze and looked over at Madelyn. He let out a nervous laugh, “I don’t think I’d be able to say a word if I did.” He answered honestly and looked back up at Y/n as she exited the red carpet. Making her way closer to Drew and other celebrities.

Talk to y/n? No. I can’t right? What if I talk to her and fuck it up. Drew thought to himself. “Well, this can be your only chance Drew.” Madelyn said, smiling at Y/n as she conversed with Jacob Elordi. He was her love interest in the movie. Drew would be lying if he said he wasn’t a tad bit jealous. He certainly was. Getting to kiss and hold her like that. Man was lucky to say the least. “Fuck, she’s getting closer.” Drew mumbled, looking down at his feet. “Oh you fucking pussy.” Madelyn snarled at him. “Y/n! Hi, my name is Madelyn. I’m such a big fan.” Madelyn spoke up to Y/n. “Madelyn! Yes I know you! Oh my god are you kidding? I loveee OBX!” She answered. Drew’s eyes widened, he looked up at Y/n. “You seriously watch OBX?” Madelyn asked in disbelief. Y/n scoffed, “Seriously? I watch it religiously, it’s so good!” Y/n beamed. She looked over to the person next to Madelyn, recognizing them right away, “And you must be Drew Starkey.” She said holding her hand out for him to shake. Drew opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. It wasn’t until Madelyn nudged him, knocking him out of his thoughts.

He cleared his throat, “I’m Drew Starkey.” He said taking a hold of Y/n’s hand. Y/n chuckled at his response. “Right, is that not what I said?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Righ- Yes. I-I I’m sorry. Let me start over.” Drew stuttered. “Yes, I’m Drew. It is very nice to meet you, Y/n. I-I’m also a big fan of your work.” Drew finally greeted her. She smiled, “Like wise, Drew.” They let go of each others hands. “Well, I hope you guys enjoy the movie. Thank you for coming out tonight.” She looked between the two. “I’m sure we will. Nice meeting you again, Y/n.” Madelyn said, giving her a hug. Y/n waved goodbye to Drew, seemingly as he was still star struck by her presence. She chuckled again as Drew gave her a small wave.

He watched as she walked away towards the curtains that lead into the theater room. Once she was out of his sight, the moment of their interaction finally clicked, making him snap back to reality. He looked over at Madelyn as she stood next to him with her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance. “I fucked that up, didn’t I?” He asked. “Ya think?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh god. I just humiliated myself.” He said running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah well I wouldn’t be surprised if she thought you were a weirdo. Let’s go.” She said tugging his arm.

Walking into the theater, Madelyn and Drew had help from their assistants to locate their seats. Once they found them, they sat and started talking amongst themselves and the people sitting around them. As Drew conversed with some of his friends, he couldn’t help but let his eyes wonder around the room, looking for Y/n. Hoping to spot her. “Drew, you good man?” Jonathan asked. “Hmm? Oh yeah man, I’m alright.” He said looking back at his friend. Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows, “Alright then.” He said with a scoff.

A few minutes went by before it was time for everyone to take their seats. As they did, the lights dimmed except for the spotlights at the front of the theater. The director and producer stepped out from behind the curtains. The audience immediately rose up and started clapping. They began their speech by talking a little bit about the film and why they chose to make it the way they did. Gradually, they started calling out the names of the cast members. One by one, each actor and actress stepped forward and came out onto the stage.

“And last but certainly not least, everyone please give a warm welcome to our favorite, Miss Y/f/n!” They announced. Everyone including Drew stood up and clapped. Y/n heard whistling and cheering coming from every way of the theater. She came out with the biggest smile and waved at everyone as she walked alongside her co-stars. She walked towards her spot next to Jacob, who gently held her waist and kissed her cheek. Drew instantly felt his cheeks get warm. Alright buddy, relax. He thought to himself. Y/n patted Jacob’s back and removed herself from his embrace. Shortly after Y/n’s introduction, the producer started crediting everyone for helping make the film, along with everyone on it. “.. And Y/n man.. This woman right here, she is so so talented in every which way. Y/n thank you for bringing Alli to life the way you did. I can’t wait to hopefully work with you again and see what more you bring to this world.. that goes for everyone standing up here.. you’re awesome. Seriously, you brought our vision together. After a year of fighting trying to find the right people, I have no regrets casting any of you. You guys absolutely nailed every part of this movie to the ‘T’, and for that I love every single one of you. Muah.” They said. Y/n pouted her lips and fanned her eyes, not wanting her tears to ruin her makeup. Jacob saw and quickly wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “With that being said, I hope everyone enjoys the film, thank you.”

Drew cleared his throat, trying to calm his nerves. “Relax, dude.” Madelyn whispered. She’s known about Drew’s little crush he’s had on Y/n for a while now, so she knew how jealous he got. She often teased him about being too scared to slide into Y/n’s dm. Of course, he denied it each time.

“Are you sure you’re okay, man?” Jonathan whispered for his right side. “Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” Drew asked, glaring at Jacob. Jonathan chuckled, “Well you staring at Jacob like you want to murder him and you’ve been fidgeting.” He told him. Drew sighed and looked over at him. “I’m good.” he stated. “Look, if I were you, whenever you have chance alone with her, just be you, D. Your.. self.” Jonathan said before turning back around. We’ll see. Drew thought to himself.

time skip..

After the movie ended, Drew was even more captivated by Y/n. He didn’t even care for the love scenes she had with Jacob anymore. He was too memorized by her every move. And her voice. God her voice. Who knew she was full of that much talent. This woman was pure perfection. If she didn’t get casted for Barbie, he didn’t know who would. The way she danced, and the way she used her eyes. His favorite part. She can easily suck you in and send you into a trance with those eyes.

“Here man, you need this.” Jonathan said handing him a a drink. Drew chuckled and accepted it. He and his friends made it to the after party shortly after leaving the theater. So they decided to have some fun and have some drinks, to ease the nerves after being on camera most of their afternoon.

“Ugh you should’ve seen the way he acted! He was like in shock!” Madelyn exclaimed. She was updating their friends about Drew’s little fangirl moment he had earlier with Y/n. “Nah nah c’mon give my boy a chance, he was just amazed by her. I mean who wouldn’t be, right D?” Jonathan defended him. Drew laugh and sipped his drink. “Exactly, who wouldn’t be?” He nodded his head. His friends kept going back and forth about the whole situation. Eventually, Drew let his eyes wonder again. Until he spot a the same silhouette wrapped in the sparkling dress he saw earlier. Y/n. She didn’t have to turn around for him to know. The only difference was that she was alone.

Seeing that his friends were preoccupied by arguing he took it as great opportunity for him to sneak away. He made his way towards the bar where she was. He then leaned over the counter and called over the bartender to order his drink. Y/n noticed him right away. She smiled to herself before turning head to look at him. “So, was your name Drew Starkey? Or were you just mocking me?” She spoke up. Drew smiled before turning to look at her. “I have a feeling I’m never going to live that down, huh?” He said. Y/n laughed, fully turning her body to face him, Drew doing the same. “I guess time will tell.”

“Not to change the subject, but that movie.. just.. woah.” He said. “That good, huh?” She teased. Drew snickered, “Yeah, i mean Y/n you outdid yourself, seriously. I- have you ever considered starting a music career?” He cut himself off. Y/n laughed throwing her head back. Drew took his time observing her. He’d already seen her up close earlier but right now seemed different. She seemed more at ease, there were no cameras, no fans, no assistant, it was just her. “You’re funny, Drew Starkey.” She said coming down from her laugh. “What! I’m serious!” He laughed. “Okay, well, no I have not considered starting a music career.” She answered. “And why not? Your voice is amazing. You’d top every chart, no question about it.” Y/n took a second to process what he said.

In all honesty, she has thought about starting a music career in the past, but she felt like she wasn’t as passionate about it compared to acting. Acting was her true passion. She knew she’d never grow tired of playing different roles. Acting made her happy because she could become someone new each time. The variety kept her interested, and the work never felt boring. She loved the idea of stepping into someone else's shoes and telling their story. That devotion for acting is what drove her more than anything else.

“I-I mean i did think to start it once if I’m being completely honest but it’s just not for me.” She looked up at Drew. “But thank you for saying that though, that’s very sweet of you.” She smiled, he smiled back at her. “Trust me, I can go on.” He admitted. Y/n looked away as she felt her cheeks get warm.

“I don’t mean to be too forwa-“ Drew was cut off. “Hey babe, I’ve been looking all over for you, ready to head out to Eric’s? He just texted asking if we were on our way.” Jacob approached Y/n. Babe? “Yeah, for sure just give me a few minutes.” She said, Jacob nodded, shot Drew a quick smile, and then walked away. “I’m so sorry about that, you were saying?” Y/n asked turning back to Drew, giving him her attention again. “Y-yeah, umm I’m sorry I didn’t know you guys wer-“ Y/n gasped. “Oh J-Jacob and me! Oh no not at all, he literally calls everyone babe.” Y/n laughed. Drew let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in and rubbed his neck. “Oh okay, then would be safe for me to ask for your number?”

Drew couldn’t even believe the words coming out of his mouth. If his past self from a few hours ago knew he was now asking for her number, he’d lose it… Y/n smirked. “It is definitely very safe for you to ask for my number.” She said holding out her hand, Drew smiled at her and handed her his phone. After she put her number in it, she leaned in and gave a kiss on his cheek.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Drew Starkey. Hope to hear from you soon.” She said. “Oh you will, Y/f/n.” Drew said then watched her walk away towards the exit doors.

[mywritersmind]

WHY THE SUN SHINES

KA12

✦࿔‧ ۪۪۫ . 𐦍 . ۪۪۫ ‧࿔ ✦

summary : There are some things that happen to everyone at camp halfblood. One of those things is falling for an aphrodite kid, unless of course, you already are one. Another one of those things is getting your heart broken by one. What happens when the aphrodite child, happens to fall right back.

listen up : i kinda ate this… the prologue!! hopefully this has more parts. apollokid!kimi x aphroditekid!reader

words : 996

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The first time they met, she was sitting on rocks. Kimi had heard the whispers about the aphrodite girls, how’d they sit by the water and soak up the sun, occasionally speaking to their siren friends. He didn’t know the whispers were more of a warning if nothing else.

He was sweaty, out of breath, and clutching his cut arm as he hobbled into the water. He was no son of Poseidon, his genes favoring the God of health and poetry, but Kimi felt as if he was on fire, so he slunk into the cool water with painful ease.

Someone on the red team had snuck by and sliced him without another word, she couldn’t have been anymore than seven but capture the flag turned camp into a war zone.

He threw off his armor, watching the blood drift off his arm. The water felt nice, even if he was in it fully clothed.

“There are sharks in there, you know.” At the sudden voice, Kimi jumped, startling so hard that he scrambled out of the water and looked around in a panic.

She was smiling. Though, Kimi wouldn’t put it like that… when she smiled, it was like the whole world was about to fall at her knees. Kimi included.

He had never seen her before, but at the easy way she flicked her long waves over her shoulder, he knew. They’d spoken about her. His siblings, others around camp… someone once mentioned to him that she had a scar just on her collarbone, it looked like a tiny heart.

She didn’t visit camp often, unlike most other Demi-Gods, she had quite a stable home life, and preferred the city. (Even if that meant fighting a few more monsters than expected)

He had no idea why she was here and, more importantly, why she was talking to him.

“Oh- um…” He stutters through his speech, his cheeks heating now that he realized she watched him scare so easily.

“You’re an Apollo kid… aren’t you.” Her voice was methodic… soft, inviting. Kimi had the brief thought that she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“What gave it away?” The corner of his mouth quirked up, meeting her eyes finally.

“You’ve got that aura about you.” She said, leaning back on her tan arms and bending one knee. She was not in battle gear like the rest of the camp, she was in tiny white shorts and a matching bikini top.

“I'm Kimi.” He offered, stepping closer.

She didn’t offer her name, both aware that he already knew it.

She sat up, motioning him closer, “I’ve heard about you.” He did it with no hesitation, climbing up the rocks to meet her.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Her smile softened when he joined her, clearly out of place and making her laugh. He swore he could feel the sound down to his bones. “What happened?” She asked, drifting her fingers over his cut and making his body light up with chills.

“Some kid- Not too bad though.” It was bad, actually. But he wasn’t about to admit that to her. He finally found the courage to look at her again, “Why aren’t you playing with the rest of us?”

She blinked and Kimi felt a sense of horrible dread come over him, “Who said I wasn’t?”

“Shit.” His hand was still on her, her eyes piercing into his soul. His cheeks were still hot but now his eyes felt droopy.

“It’s okay… You’re just going to do something for me. Alright?” He nodded slowly as she leaned in, teasing him still. “You’re going to take your pretty blue flag, pretend you’re hiding it… and walk it all the way to me. Okay?”

The worst part was, he remembered feeling fully okay with that. With ruining his team's choice of victory.

But he still did it, and the red team’s celebration was drowned out by the memory of what her laugh sounded like.

Later that night, there was a celebratory party, everyone around the fire had drinks and s’mores. Even the blue team was singing along to the songs.

Kimi did not sing. He felt a chill up his spine when he realized she was watching him, realized that she was coming over to him.

“Oh no.” He walked straight in the other direction, not caring if aphrodite herself confronted him. He did not want to hear her talk.

“Wait up!” She laughed. Her voice sounded different now, still soft but less soothing. “Kimi.”

She was barefoot and holding a glass, now covered by a pretty blue dress that made Kimi sick because of how much it reminded him of the flag.

“You tricked me.”

“Part of winning, love.” She shrugged and Kimi had to physically stop his jaw from dropping at the nickname, “I’m sorry. Not about the winning part- but the whole voice thing.”

“You mean when you used charmspeak on me?” He raised a brow, “I’m a humiliation, you know.”

She rolled her eyes and Kimi couldn’t help but notice the way the firelight shone off of them, “It’ll blow over in a week.” Someone ran past them, laughing and singing her praises before joining the others. “If it makes you feel any better, Chiron gave me clean up duty for a month.”

He tried not to show it, but it surprised him. “I didn’t even-” His voice cracked and he blushed. “No one told me you could charmspeak. You weren’t even in the colors-”

“I hate the color red.” She said quickly as her brother, Franco, threw his arm around Kimi’s shoulder and grinned.

“Great job today, really, thanks a lot, K.” Kimi pushed Franco off as Y/n rolled her eyes at the boy.

They were fifteen then. She started coming every summer and each school break after that.

Kimi never forgot that day. The memory of his embarrassing moment fading away, but the way she laughed afterwards, that never left.

[jandrichov]

Hard and Cold

**Shortly after the events at Suchdol, there was still one moment that kept tugging at my curiosity. How did Hans and Henry’s first meeting unfold, after that weird conversation about the future they had shared after the battle? The bridge between that moment and their time together at Devil’s Den. This is, once again, my humble attempt to capture that quiet in-between.**

That afternoon, the road from Suchdol stretched long, damp, and cold. Pebbles’ hooves thudded softly on the muddy path; water dripped from the pines. Henry let the reins hang loose in his hands, his head bowed. The silence of the forest thudded louder in his ears than the beat of his own heart.

He didn’t know what awaited him at Devil’s Den. He didn’t know what to expect from Hans.

That night at Suchdol — it had been so fragile, so unreal. And yet, in the moment, it had seemed so simple. So clear. So easy.

Now, the certainties he thought he had clung to were crumbling like cobwebs in the wind. Over and over, he replayed that talk with Hans after the battle — and each time, it seemed weirder. And the way he had thanked Hans for “encouragement” before the mission?

Henry wanted to slap himself.

What if Hans just wanted to forget? What if it had only been the weight of the moment, the fear of death? What if everything had slipped back — into laughter, into lightness, into things left unsaid?

What if it had meant nothing to Hans?

He tightened his grip on the reins.

Twilight slipped through the trees as he caught sight of the torches at Devil’s Den and heard distant voices. Smoke, beer, and roasting meat drifted from the fires and tables.

Henry pulled Pebbles to a stop a little way off. For a while, he simply stood and watched.

His friends and comrades were eating and drinking, celebrating being alive, mourning the ones who weren’t.

At one of the tables, right in the center of the noise — Hans. Sitting on the edge, a mug in hand, laughing, waving, joking. Everywhere at once, like he owned the place.

Henry led Pebbles to the trough, unsaddled her, and ran his hand down her neck. Then he headed toward the tables.

As he drew closer, Hans spotted him at once. For a fleeting heartbeat, his smile softened — and then he called out:

"Henry’s come to see us!" A roar of laughter, mugs raised high.

Hans jumped down from the table, clapped Henry hard on the shoulder — harder than he had to. Then he laughed again, grabbed Henry, and dragged him into the crowd.

The tables thudded under the weight of raised mugs, while singing and shouting swirled through the smoky air.

Henry sat at the edge of a bench, a mug in his hand. Hans sat beside him — loud, unstoppable.

Hans leaned in, bumping Henry’s shoulder. "Where’ve you been, my Henry?" he grinned. "We were about to drag you out of a ditch somewhere!"

Henry smiled briefly, without laughter.

Hans turned back to the others, laughing as he grabbed a buxom wench from the bathhouse around the waist and spun her. She shrieked and laughed.

Henry looked down at his mug. It stayed almost full.

"I think I’ll turn in," he muttered to no one in particular.

No one noticed. No one but Hans.

Hans turned to him. There was still laughter in his eyes — but something else, too.

Under the table, he reached out and pressed his palm briefly against the inside of Henry’s wrist.

Firm. Warm. Gentle.

Henry froze, his breath catching in his throat. The touch burned under his skin.

Then Hans withdrew his hand, quick and discreet.

At the next table, Godwin smiled faintly into his beer and said nothing.

Henry lifted his mug to his lips. His fingers trembled slightly.

Hans got up with a theatrical stumble. He waved his mug in a wild arc, bowed low, and mumbled something unintelligible. The others roared with laughter.

Henry rose as well.

"Looks like my lord’s had enough for tonight," he said gently. More laughter, a few teasing shouts.

Henry caught Hans by the elbow as he wobbled and steered him away from the tables.

Hans, half turning as they moved, threw a grand, exaggerated gesture over his shoulder:

"Who better to lead my steps than my right hand?" Another roar of laughter.

Henry kept moving, steady, Hans alongside him. The warmth and light of the fires faded behind them.

The stairs creaked underfoot as they climbed to the upper floor.

Hans staggered at first, but after a few steps, his stride steadied — quiet and firm.

Henry noticed and smiled faintly. "You’re walking pretty straight for someone I was supposed to carry," he murmured.

Hans just shrugged and shot him a quick, almost invisible smile.

The room was dark and cold. Faint torchlight from outside filtered through the poorly sealed window, carrying with it the muffled hum of revelry below.

Hans tossed his doublet onto a bench, pulled off his boots and tunic. Henry followed suit. They were left in their underclothes.

They sat on their beds against opposite walls, facing each other across the small room. Several paces of empty space stretched between them.

Hans lay down first, sprawling across the hard mattress. Henry lingered a moment longer, then stretched out as well.

The hard surface pressed up against him, cold and unwelcoming.

Silence thickened in the room, heavy and still.

Then, through the dark, Hans’s voice, dry and amused:

"These beds aren’t much." A pause.

"Hard…" Another pause.

"And cold." Henry clenched his hands into fists.

The silence stretched between them, thick and aching.

After a long moment, Henry sat up. He swung his legs off the bed and sat there, his head bowed, breathing slow and shallow.

Then he rose.

He crossed the narrow room, silent, barefoot on the rough floor.

Hans lay on his side, facing the wall, still and quiet.

Henry paused at his bedside. He sat carefully on the edge of the mattress. His fingers brushed over the coarse fabric.

He drew a breath, steadying himself.

Then he laid his hand gently on Hans’s shoulder.

Hans didn’t move.

Henry lay down slowly beside him. Close, but not touching.

For a moment, nothing.

Then Hans shifted — a slight, involuntary shiver, a catch in his breath. And then, wordlessly, he moved closer.

Henry felt Hans’s hand seek him out in the dark. Fingers brushed his, found, and held tight.

Outside, the night whispered against the wooden walls.

Inside, there was only rough linen, cold air — and the slow, steady warmth of two bodies finding each other.

They lay still, breathing quietly.

Then, after a while, Henry whispered:

"I missed you."

[scary-grace]

Opposites Attract (Chapter 7) - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your quirk lets you capture almost anyone with ease, and you can't believe you let Shigaraki Tomura escape. Shigaraki can't believe it, either, and according to the League, there's only one possible explanation -- you let him go because you've fallen in love with him. He decides to find out if it's true. You decide you won't fail to capture him again. You both get a lot more than you bargained for. (cross-posted to Ao3)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Chapter 7

“You’re cheating!” Bakugou attempts to thrash free, but you’ve got such a firm grasp on the iron in his blood that he can’t do much more than breathe. And complain. “You didn’t go this hard on that half-and-half bastard!”

“I went exactly this hard,” you say. You’re helping out at UA again, and today your job is to help students who can conceivably activate their quirks while fully paralyzed learn how to do so. By fully paralyzing them with your quirk and waiting to see what happens. “Todoroki’s just better than you are.”

“Let me out of here! I’ll kick your ass!”

“You have to get out of there first,” you say. “I’m waiting.”

Not every student can activate their quirk without moving, and for the ones who can, it’s far from second nature. Even the people who don’t need movement to activate their quirks tend to tie it to physical gestures in some way, and they don’t notice until you deprive them of it. Some of the students are adapting more successfully than others. Yaoyorozu, the one with the Creation quirk, could barely wait until you’d immobilized her to start creating a plastic gun to shoot you with. Tokoyami, the kid with the shadow monster, simply launched the shadow monster at you, and you let him go in a hurry.

Todoroki took a little longer to get it, and so did Ashido �� but both of them were still a lot faster than Bakugou. Bakugou was always going to be a dick about this, you think, but the presence of an audience is complicating things. The fact that the audience includes Midoriya makes it even more complicated, especially since Midoriya is trying to be supportive. “You can do it, Kacchan!”

“Shut up, you damn nerd!”

Holding onto Bakugou isn’t taking nearly as much of your concentration as you hoped it would. Eraser didn’t ask you to come to UA this time – you volunteered, making up some kind of story about how you wanted to see how the kids were doing and help as much as you could. Eraser bought your story, just like the environmentalists you helped by fishing garbage out of the river they’re restoring bought it when you pretended to be super interested in saving the endangered whatever that lives in there, the same as the venue for which you served as a living metal detector on their busiest night of the year bought it when you told them crowd management was your passion. You can’t bury yourself in ordinary hero work, not when so much of ordinary hero work involves arresting people who are just trying to get by. You’ve had to get creative if you want to distract yourself from the fact that you haven’t seen Shigaraki in nineteen days.

The first few nights it wasn’t the worst thing. You got to order takeout instead of cooking and watch something dumb on TV and not worry that someone’s going to try to make out with you if you hold still for too long. But the first few nights lengthened out into a week, and then it was weird. You hadn’t gone that long without seeing him since the first time he showed up on your fire escape, and it wasn’t like he restricted himself to just your fire escape, either – the night he saved your life, it was because he’d followed you all the way to Nagoya. If Shigaraki wants to see you, nothing stops him.

You’ve put your ear to the ground just enough to confirm he hasn’t been captured. If he hasn’t been captured and he hasn’t come to see you in nineteen days, it’s because the two of you are done.

Done. What’s there to be done with? The two of you weren’t officially together. You were never going to be officially anything, not without someone’s life falling apart – your life, if you were being honest. You didn’t have Shigaraki’s screw-the-world, it’ll-all-work-out attitude about the whole thing. You knew it wouldn’t work out, that it would all fall apart sooner or later. You just didn’t think you’d be so sad.

You started to expect him. To look forward to seeing him, if you’re being honest. You were weirdly proud of being the only hero Shigaraki could put up with, the only person who could get him to eat a vegetable even if he spent the whole time bitching about it, the only person whose hand he wanted to hold. You liked debating with him and watching movies and running off on weird hypotheticals that got so ridiculous so fast that you could barely speak without laughing. You weren’t lonely before the first time Shigaraki showed up on your fire escape. You’re lonely now.

You wish you knew what you did – other than the obvious thing of being a hero who might have to arrest him one way. You’ve replayed the last time you saw him in your head at least twice a day for the last week, trying to figure it out, coming up confused every time. You’d recovered from the concussion, recovered enough that kissing Shigaraki again didn’t feel like pushing your luck, and things had gone a little farther than expected. Or a lot farther, in Shigaraki’s case. Your life’s taken some weird turns, but even knowing that, making a supervillain come in his pants wasn’t anywhere in your plans for what you wanted to do when you grew up.

Maybe that was it. You know that kind of thing can embarrass guys. But Shigaraki didn’t seem embarrassed – just grossed out at the idea of having to wear the same pants until the next time he could shower. Your apartment has a shower, and a laundry room in the basement, so you shooed him into the bathroom, dug out a pair of oversized UA sweatpants for him to wear, and added his clothes to your laundry basket.

You remember him watching you through the cracked-open door, the shower already running in the background. “How long is that going to take?”

“The laundry? Not sure.” You studied him. His hair was kind of messy, because your hands had been running through it, and his face was still kind of red. You liked how he looked. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

“No,” Shigaraki said. It was quiet for a second. Then a lopsided grin crossed his face. “If I’d know that all I had to do to score a sleepover was to cream my pants, I’d have done it a month ago.”

You hadn’t wanted to laugh. Really. But you cracked up, and you were still laughing on your way down to the laundry room. And when you got back, Shigaraki was sprawled on your couch with wet hair, trying to Decay the UA logo off the sweatpants without Decaying the pants, too. He didn’t look embarrassed. He looked comfortable, and you can’t imagine a person who was humiliated making the same joke he did. Then again, you can’t imagine what else you could have done to scare him away.

Except be a hero, when he’s a villain. You’re being insane. You wrench your mind away from the same stupid questions you’ve been turning over for a week and focus on containing Bakugou. He’s making it really easy for you. Midoriya must think so, too, because he’s trying to help, and making everything worse in the bargain. “Come on, Kacchan! Your quirk is just your sweat, right? I know you’re sweating in there. If you just –”

“Shut up!”

“You might want to keep it down,” you advise Midoriya. “If he can’t do it, you’re just going to make him feel bad about himself. And that’s not very nice.”

“Oh. Sorry, Kacchan!” Midoriya looks really sorry. Bakugou, meanwhile, looks like the rest of him is about to explode, too. “It’s okay if you can’t do it! Really! Your quirk is still –”

Bakugou finally manages to fire off an explosion. It’s not particularly powerful, and he aims it at Midoriya instead of you, but it’s an improvement. And you say so. “Okay, nice work. I’m going to let you out now so Kaminari can have a turn –”

“No,” Bakugou snarls. “I’m going again.”

“I wanted to try,” Kaminari complains. “Can’t you get both of us at the same time?”

“Actually, I can.” It’ll be good practice for you, too. You unfreeze Bakugou, then freeze he and Kaminari at the same time. “Let’s go.”

By the time Eraser gets back from working with the students who need movement to activate their quirks – they’re training hand-to-hand combat skills – you and your subset of students have modified the exercise. Now you’re restraining as many of them as possible while they try to use their quirks to break your hold. In order to keep them trapped, you have to be able to evade their attacks or weather them if you can’t, or make it more difficult for them to concentrate on using their quirks. You think the students might be having fun. You definitely are.

Eraserhead isn’t. “Skynet, what is this?”

“Teamwork exercise, Aizawa-sensei!” Ashido chirps. You tried holding her upside down to mess with her inner ear, but now you’ve opted for rotating her, making it impossible for her to ensure that any acid sprayed at you won’t hit her comrades, too. “Skynet’s being the villain and we’re trying to take her down!”

“And what are you two doing?” Eraser asks Midoriya and Aoyama, who are both sitting out. “Is there a reason you aren’t participating?”

“We thought I could use my quirk without moving, but I can’t yet,” Midoriya says. “And Aoyama, um –”

“I said no,” you say. “His belt’s a problem.”

Aoyama’s belt is key to controlling his quirk, and it’s also a big piece of metal wrapped around his waist. If he was a villain, somebody you were trying to stop in the act of hurting others, you wouldn’t hesitate to damage it. but since he’s a student, you don’t want to risk it or even come close. To be honest, you’d probably hesitate if he was a villain, too. You’ve gotten weirdly squeamish about hurting people who are villains. One more thing you can blame Shigaraki for.

Eraser nods curtly at you, then addresses the students you’ve trapped. “Did I call an end to the exercise? Keep trying to escape.”

Two of them get out eventually – Yaoyorozu and Todoroki, who team up by using Todoroki’s ice to trap you in place while Yaoyorozu throws plastic projectiles at you until you have to let go of the others to shield yourself. Still, you’re pleased with the results. If you can restrain a handful of UA’s finest while they’re all trying to get you at once, you probably have a good shot at restraining whoever or whatever else you try to restrain.

You leave at the same time as school gets out, and you don’t have patrol tonight, so you find yourself walks to the train station alongside a couple of students. Midoriya is one of them, and he’s feeling talkative. “Can I ask you something?” he says, and then goes ahead and asks without waiting for an answer. “Why did you become an underground hero rather than choosing visibility? Obviously both roles matter to society, but at a time like this with All Might retired and Endeavor – doing that – don’t you think people need to see that powerful heroes are protecting them? I understand if it’s like a stage fright thing, but – like – you can get over that, right?”

“It’s not a stage fright thing,” you say. “I told you what my quirk is like when you asked a while ago. You saw what I did to Ground Beta.”

“Yeah, but then you stopped a train and flipped a car that the League of Villains was trying to run you over in,” Midoriya says. He frowns slightly. “You’ve run into them twice now, right?”

The whole League, as opposed to just their leader? “Twice,” you confirm. Play it cool. “Why?”

“I just – you got a lot better at using your quirk. How did they get away the second time?” Midoriya hesitates, then launches another question at you. “And how could you get the bullets away from Shigaraki but not get him, too?”

You should have guessed that it would be a student who busted you. Or didn’t bust you – the information you’re about to give Midoriya is useless to anybody but you. “He’s anemic,” you say. Midoriya blinks. “Shigaraki is, I mean. There’s not enough iron in his blood for my quirk to latch onto. And he doesn’t wear anything with metal on it, either.”

“Probably because he learned from the first time you fought at Kamino,” Midoriya says, nodding – and then he’s off to the races. “Otherwise you’re a bad matchup for the entire League, wire to wire! Kurogiri’s body is metal – if he’s anywhere near you, there’s trouble. Dabi has all those staples – Spinner has knives – you could grab Twice and Toga at Kamino and Compress has a metal arm now. Shigaraki’s the only one who isn’t, and he was there in the attack on Overhaul. So he must have triggered some kind of alert to let Kurogiri know –”

“That’s my guess.”

“And then you grabbed the bullets from him while he was warping away,” Midoriya says, satisfied. “That makes way more sense.”

You shouldn’t follow up. There’s no way you should ask. “More sense than what?”

“Then you letting him go,” Midoriya says. “You’re a hero. A hero would never do that.”

“Right,” you say. There’s a lump in your throat. “Yeah. Is that really what people are saying about me?”

“No,” Midoriya says at once. Midoriya’s not a good liar, which is how you know he’s telling the truth. “I just wondered. I think about stuff like that a lot.”

You nod, and swallow hard in the bargain. Midoriya doesn’t wait even a second before starting up again. “So if you run into him again, you’ll use a different capture style, right? Something more like Aizawa-sensei’s scarf – no, Kurogiri’s warp could get out of it, or he could just warp Aizawa-sensei right along with Shigaraki – maybe something that anchors him to the ground? If there’s infrastructure on the surface, can you pull it up and –”

Midoriya chatters away until your train pulls in, and you thank him for the advice and get on. You’re not going to cry about this. You’re going to be honest with yourself. The problem is that you betrayed your principles as a hero, that you let an actual villain escape your grasp dozens of times. The problem isn’t the fact that Shigaraki left you. Whatever you were to him, he got what he wanted from you. You’re just lucky you got out of it with your reputation intact.

When you get home, the urge to order takeout is overwhelming, but you bought groceries that are in danger of going bad, and you hate wasting money. You cook something simple, eat it standing up in the kitchen, and throw yourself into the clean up while you’re still upright. You put on music to give your mind something else to do. You’ve been resisting making a breakup playlist. Any time a song gets too far into he/she/they-did-me-wrong territory, you skip over it. Except one.

Am I not good enough? Am I just not what you’re looking for? “Don’t walk me to the door, I know my own way out,” you sing under your breath. “Am I not bad enough? Did I not fit in with your fake friends?”

You feel bad singing along to that. You know Shigaraki’s friends aren’t fake, and you skip the rest of the verse out of guilt. You’re back into it for the chorus, though. With feeling. “Well, I’m done putting out fires you start when the cranberry vodka hits too hard, and I’m done building back bridges you burned in the dark –” Now you’re mad. Mad enough to rattle the fire escape. “When it comes to you, I can’t shake loose, so you go too far, I –”

That’s not you shaking the fire escape. You summon your quirk, locking down whoever’s out there before they can move an inch, wrapping their throat, too, so you can cut off any sound they might try to make. You switch off the water in the sink and head for the window, prying it open, even angrier than you were a second ago. Sure enough, it’s Shigaraki – or is it? It looks like him. Sounds like him, when he rasps out your name. It’s wearing the same clothes he always does. But the iron concentration in his blood is wrong. The model hand over his face is wrong. And if Shigaraki really was here, you know for a fact he wouldn’t be thrashing against the restraints in a panic.

The imposter continues to thrash, and you tighten your grip. “You aren’t him,” you say, and the thrashing stops in an instant. “Who are you?”

The not-Shigaraki breaks out in a grin that belongs to someone else. “I knew it,” it crows. “I told you she’d know. Didn’t I?”

It’s talking to someone else. Who? You find them with your metal sense further up the wall, crawling down towards you without the aid of the fire escape, and you unfurl it to snatch them, too, bringing them down to your level. Spinner. It’s Spinner from the League of Villains. If Spinner’s here, then the not-Shigaraki must be – “Toga?”

“That’s me!” The disguise melts away into the grossest grey sludge you’ve ever seen, revealing Toga Himiko beaming up at you with an abnormally sharp-toothed grin. “I knew you’d know I wasn’t Tomura-kun! You really are in love!”

You and Spinner both hiss at her to be quiet, but it’s occurring to you that you’ve got a guy in a Stain mask dangling outside your window and a naked teenage girl restrained on your fire escape. The noise is the least of your worries. “I’m going to let you go, but you have to get inside. Now.”

Your first priority is making sure you don’t have a naked teenager in your apartment, but Spinner’s got you covered there – he pulls a set of clothes out from somewhere and throws it at Toga, who immediately starts getting changed. You shut the window and the blinds and turn to face them both. “What are you doing here?”

Neither of them are paying attention. They’re both checking out your apartment. “No wonder he’s so cranky! This place is nice!” Toga exclaims. “I’d be cranky, too!”

“I really don’t think it’s just that,” Spinner says, but he’s eyeballing your fridge. “There are a lot of reasons why –”

“Then start telling me about them.” You use your quirk to snatch two knives from their sheaths on Spinner’s hips and raise them to both intruders’ throats. “What are you doing here? Where’s Shigaraki?”

Their faces fall, but your heart sinks further, and a lot faster. “Did something happen to him? Tell me. Now!”

“No!” Toga looks surprised. “Did you think something happened to him? Were you worried? That’s so sweet! When I tell him –”

“He’s not dead or anything,” Spinner interrupts. “He needs your help.”

Your heart starts to resettle itself – but now that you’re not worried anymore, all that’s left to be is mad. “So why isn’t he here to ask me himself?”

“That’s kind of why he needs your help,” Toga says. “Come with us.”

This is getting out of control. “Where?”

“It’s hard to explain. You’ll get it once we show you,” Spinner says. Then he hits himself in the forehead. “Dammit. Toga, the blood –”

“I gave it to you!” While you’ve still got the knife at her throat, Toga reaches slowly into one of the pouches on Spinner’s utility belt and extracts a vial of dark-red blood. She holds it out to you. “Does this have enough iron in it for you to use your quirk?”

“It – yeah.” There’s a lot of iron. “Whose blood is this?”

“Come with us,” Toga says again. “We’ll show you.”

“You have to come with us,” Spinner says firmly. “If you don’t say yes, we’ll have to use force.”

You can’t help laughing at that. Spinner scowls. “Look, we know you could solo both of us. We get it. But Shigaraki needs your help. It’s really important. Are you gonna tell him no?”

“Please don’t tell him no,” Toga implores. “He’s been so crabby! When he figured out he couldn’t leave and come see you –”

“He’s trapped somewhere?”

“Sort of,” Spinner says. “We’ll explain on the way.”

So Shigaraki didn’t ditch you. Something happened to him. Something’s still happening to him, and whatever it is, the League thinks you can help. Given that the vial of brought they brought to test you is so full of iron that you could probably launch it into orbit, they might be right. But that brings up a different question. A harder question. Shigaraki needs your help. Do you want to give it to him?

This isn’t just feeding him dinner and making out with him. This is something else, and once you’re involved with it, you’re all the way off the map as far as heroics go. Is that really a step you’re willing to take? Your mind makes the argument that he saved your life and you owe him, but you brush it aside – you let him go not once or twice but dozens of times, so if anything, saving you was just making it even. On equal footing, on balance. How much do you care about Shigaraki?

Tomura. He told you to call him Tomura. “Okay,” you say, and both of the villains in your apartment breathe audible sighs of relief. “I’m going to need my quirk for this, right? Let me get my boots.”

You assumed the League got here via Kurogiri, but apparently Kurogiri was captured. They drove here in a car they stole, a car which is parked horrendously across an alley three streets away from your apartment building. Toga hops in the backseat, while Spinner hovers hopefully by the driver’s-side door. “You can drive, right? Shigaraki said you could.”

You can, but – “I’m not driving a stolen car.”

Riding in a stolen car is about as bad as driving in one, but you content yourself with the idea of pretending that the League kidnapped you and scrunch down in the front seat. You have a feeling it’s going to be a long drive.

Tomura’s told you about the League, so you have some idea of what you’re dealing with. Not enough of one, though. Toga chatters away in the backseat, and while you feel like there might be a question somewhere in what she’s saying, you don’t have any idea when it’s going to arrive. Spinner, meanwhile, is watching you out of the corner of his eye. You wish he’d keep both eyes on the road, but so long as you keep your metal sense active and your reflexes sharp, you should be able to avert any accident that results from Spinner paying too much attention to you.

He gets around to what he wants to say before Toga gets to her question. “You know about Stain, right?”

“Mister Stainy! I love Mister Stainy!”

“No, you don’t. You want to eat him or something,” Spinner says to Toga. Toga giggles. “I was asking Skynet. You know about the Hero Killer, right?”

“Yeah. He was in my city for a while.” It was last year, before the League of Villains arose, and he killed three heroes and crippled five more. “I was always scared I’d run into him.”

It wouldn’t have been a good situation, but unless Stain knocked you out, you wouldn’t have been completely outgunned. Even if he paralyzed you with his quirk, you could paralyze him right back with yours, and your paralysis lasts way longer than his does. “He would never have gone after you,” Spinner says. “You follow his principles.”

“What are his principles?” you ask. “Is it really just that celebrity heroes are bad?”

“No,” Spinner says, insulted. “Stain believes that people who accept money and seek fame in exchange for good deeds don’t merit the title of hero.”

“So if they stopped calling themselves heroes, it would be fine?”

“That’s the kind of thing Shigaraki says.” Spinner makes a face. “You know it’s about more than that, right? It’s about doing the right thing because it’s the right thing, not because doing it will make you rich and famous. Why did you become a hero? If it was for money and fame, you’re doing it wrong.”

You get that a lot. “I wanted to do something that mattered,” you say. “There are lots of jobs that matter, but this is one I’m good at, and my quirk lets me do things to help people that other people can’t. So I do. That’s kind of it. I only get famous when I do something wrong.”

“Like letting Tomura-kun go!” Toga pipes up from the backseat. “You couldn’t help that, though, right? You’re in love.”

You cringe. “That’s – um –”

“Tell me everything.” Toga’s arms wrap around your neck as she notches her chin over your shoulder. “I want to know why heroes fall in love with villains. That way I can make Ochako and Izuku and Tsu fall in love with me!”

Those are kids. Class 1-A kids. “All three of them?”

“I can’t choose! They’re all so cute.” Toga sighs with happiness. “So I should make them all fall in love with me, and then I can pick my favorite. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” you say. If Toga’s arms tighten around your throat any more than they already have, you’re gluing her to the roof of the car for the rest of the drive. “Maybe you should see which one falls in love with you and go from there.”

“Maybe.” Toga sounds doubtful. “Tomura-kun is lucky. He didn’t have to try to make you fall in love with him at all.”

It’s sort of weird, now that you look back on it. Tomura didn’t try to woo you or anything, beyond sliding an envelope with a 500-yen coin in it under your door, but when he showed up on your fire escape that first time, he was completely confident that you wouldn’t hand him over. Totally comfortable letting you wrap shackles around him so you could trap him if you needed to. He didn’t act like he was trying to get you to like him. He acted like he’d already won you over, and it worked.

You think that might have been the only reason it worked. If Tomura had been insecure or lost confidence at any point, you would never have made it this far. Where did he get that confidence? You’re about to ask, but Spinner’s watch beeps, and he and Toga both suck in a breath. “It’s starting. Go faster,” Toga says. Spinner floors it.

“What’s starting?” you ask. No one answers. “If one of you doesn’t start talking, I’m going to flip this car.”

“Tomura-kun has to fight a monster until it acknowledges him as his sensei’s successor,” Toga says in a rush, and your jaw drops. “Except the monster, um –”

“It has way too much stamina. And way too much HP,” Spinner breaks in. “Like, it can fight for three days and rest for two hours and be ready to go again. Shigaraki only gets two and a half hours to rest. So since this all started he’s only gotten like – twelve hours of sleep. Total.”

“When did it start?”

“Eighteen days ago.” The car is going 100km an hour. If you all get pulled over, you’re screwed. “He can’t even spend all that time sleeping, because he has to eat and drink – and sometimes he gets kind of banged up –”

You don’t like this. Any of this. You feel like shit for being angry, and you hate thinking about Tomura struggling, Tomura being hurt. But you can’t cross the line they’re asking you to. “I can’t fight this monster. Not when he’s planning to use it for – whatever you’re planning to use it for.”

“We don’t want you to fight it,” Toga says hastily. “We just want you to make it freeze.”

Oh. “Shigaraki needs more time to rest or this is going to kill him,” Spinner says. “Either he’ll fuck up and that thing will pulverize him, or he’ll die of exhaustion. If you can give him even a few extra minutes, that’s time he can use to sleep a little longer or eat or something. You said that blood has enough iron in it for you to use. Can you do it?”

“How big is this thing?”

“Big,” Toga says. When you meet her eyes in the rearview mirror, she looks serious. “Please help Tomura. You love him, so you have to.”

Love is a really strong word. You haven’t even thought about whether it’s the right one, because you haven’t let yourself think very hard about anything that’s going on between you and Tomura. But whether you love him or not, you want to help him. You don’t want him to die, just like you didn’t at Kamino, and you definitely don’t want him to be hurt. That’s all that matters.

“I’ll try,” you say. “How fast can we get there?”

“Fast,” Spinner says. “Even faster if you can make sure the cops don’t see us.”

If you log into the Hero Network from your phone, it’ll tell you the approximate locations of police officers in your area. And police officers use electronic trackers to search for speeding cars. “I can do that.”

An hour and a half and three scrambled speed trackers later, Spinner parks the car at the edge of what you know to be a mountainous, largely uninhabited area. Toga checks her phone. “Base camp is that way,” she says, then grabs your wrist when you start off in the direction she indicated. “No, we’re going this way. That’s where the monster is.”

You look questioningly at Spinner, since he seems to be more with it than Toga is. “We try to keep base camp as far away from Gigantomachia as possible, since he starts coming after Shigaraki the second he wakes up from hibernation. Come on.”

You hike through the dark woods, following Spinner, with Toga bringing up the rear. They’re quiet, even Toga’s goofiness fading away. They’re both deadly serious, and you realize just how worried they are about Shigaraki. They must be, if they risked coming to a hero. You think about the situation they’re describing, how thoroughly untenable it is, and feel a sharp surge of resolve. You won’t let this be what kills Shigaraki. You’ll help him. If this is all you can do, so be it.

Spinner comes to a sudden stop, and you run into him. “Right there,” he says, pointing into a spot of deep darkness. “Can you see?”

“No,” you say, but then you tap into your metal sense, and you can’t stop the curse that slips out of your mouth. “Holy shit.”

The monster – Gigantomachia – has more iron suspended in his bloodstream than anyone you’ve ever seen. That’s because his body’s enormous. Even sprawled out on his back he’s visible above the hills; if he stood up, he’d be tall enough to blot out the stars. Tomura can’t fight this thing. Not rested, not healthy, not with an army at his back. He’ll die. Fear ties you in a knot, but reality’s there to push back. Tomura’s survived eighteen days so far. You can help him survive. So you will.

“He’s waking up soon.” Spinner shows you a countdown on his phone. You’ve got maybe two minutes left. “Hold him down as long as possible.”

You nod and start shuffling off along the ridge. “Hey,” Spinner calls after you. “Where are you going?”

“I need to find some metal underground. Otherwise I could get yanked off my feet.” You find a seam of poor-grade copper, about ten meters down, and grimace. It’ll have to do. The locking mechanism in your boots activates, and you begin scanning the giant with your metal sense, trying to pinpoint the spots you absolutely have to hold to keep him still. You’ll try to grasp the entirety of Gigantomachia’s body, but he could be too much for you to hold onto. You don’t really know. There’s been no point in your entire life, save the moment your quirk first awakened, that you used your abilities to their fullest extent.

No time like the present. The timer on Spinner’s phone goes off, the giant stirs, and you seize control of the iron concentration in his blood.

One of your friends in high school had a thing for the American Wild West aesthetic, and one time he showed you a video of somebody trying to ride a bull. It looked like hell on earth – getting thrown around, clinging on for dear life while something immensely large and way stronger than you tries its best to shake you off. In short, absolutely nothing you’d ever want to do for yourself. Trying to hang onto Gigantomachia as he struggles to rise from the ground to hunt down Tomura is the closest you’re ever going to get.

You disengage the locking mechanism on your boots in seconds. If you don’t, trying to hold onto him could rip you in half. Without an anchor, though, you’re at the mercy of Gigantomachia’s attempts to break free, getting thrown this way and that and dragged along the ground for twenty feet or so before Spinner and Toga both jump on you to stop you from being hauled over a cliff. Before now, the Shinkansen was the biggest thing you’d ever tried to control. One big thing, going in one direction, at a constant speed. Gigantomachia is worse.

You sacrifice your control over certain parts of his body in favor of hanging onto the key ones, giving up your grip on his toes, his feet, his legs below the knee. Your entire body is rattling and your head aches, the ghost of concussions past coming back to haunt you. A blood vessel in your nose ruptures, followed by one of your eardrums, and a moment later, your quirk decides to protect you from itself. It slips away from you all at once, and Gigantomachia lurches upright with a furious roar.

It’s all you can do not to pass out from fear, but he’s not interested in you. You don’t think he even knows that you and the others are there as he storms off in search of Tomura. You sprawl out flat on the ground, Spinner and Toga still on top of you. “Don’t lick her,” Spinner snaps, shooing Toga away as she investigates the blood dripping down your face. “Are you okay? Shigaraki is going to kill us if you –”

“How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long did I hang onto him for?” You shove the others off of you and sit up, fighting dizziness. Your arms can barely hold your weight. “Gigantomachia. How long?”

Spinner checks his phone, the case of which is cracked. Your phone is still in your pocket, probably in worse shape. “Two and a half minutes.”

Despair floods through you. “I’m sorry. Tell him I’m sorry –”

“No, it’s good!” Toga hugs you around the shoulders. “Really good. Tomura-kun can eat something in two and a half minutes. Or drink some water. All kinds of stuff that will help.”

“It’s better than nothing,” Spinner agrees. He doesn’t look disappointed. “Honestly, we weren’t sure you’d be able to do it at all.”

Toga nods. “That’s why we didn’t tell him.”

Your head spins even worse than it was before. “Tomura doesn’t know?”

“No.” Toga runs a finger beneath your nose, picks up some blood, and tastes it. “He misses you. We offered to tell you what happened but he said no. He said he didn’t want you involved unless you wanted to be.”

That doesn’t make any sense. Tomura wants to recruit you. He’s been trying to recruit you for months – or has he? You talk, sure. You go back and forth on all kinds of things when you aren’t watching movies or making out, although there were a few times where you kissed him to shut him up and the argument kept going through the making out. You talk with him, a lot, but you can’t remember the last time it felt like he was trying to convince you of anything.

So maybe it’s not about that anymore. You know he’d like your quirk for the League, and he probably wouldn’t complain about seeing you all the time. But if he doesn’t want you involved unless it’s what you want, then – “We weren’t going to come find you,” Spinner says. “But it got really bad. And now you know, so –”

“Do you want to come see him the next time there’s a break?” Toga asks eagerly. “He’d be so happy!”

You shake your head. “He needs to rest. I don’t want to interrupt that.”

You don’t want to interrupt, and you don’t know that you’re ready to see Tomura yet. You’re not sure what you’re doing and you’re not sure how you feel about it, about him, and you feel like both of those things should be squared away before you make contact with the villain you have feelings for. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to disengage. You take your phone out of your pocket, press the home button, and see that it’s miraculously still functioning. You unlock it and hand it to Spinner.

Spinner looks suspicious. “Why are you giving me this?”

“So you can set a timer for me the same as yours,” you say. Spinner’s eyes light up. “And give me your phone. You need my number.”

Spinner hands his over right away, but Toga hesitates. “Why?”

“Because I need you to text me Gigantomachia’s location the next time he hibernates,” you say. “I can’t freeze him if I don’t know where he is.”

They both stare at you for a few seconds. Toga hands over her phone in a hurry, and you give two villains your phone number. Spinner’s gone from looking happy to looking apprehensive. “You got beat to shit this time. You sure you want to come back for more?”

You wipe your nose on your sleeve, spit blood onto the ground. Your ear is aching, and so is your head, and your entire body is shaking with fatigue – but that’s barely a step up from a hard day’s training. The only difference is that this time, you were actually working at your limit. But it doesn’t have to be your limit forever. If your time at UA taught you anything, it’s that limits exist to be pushed, then surpassed. This might be the first time in your life that you actually get to go plus ultra.

Tomura would hate that, even if you’re doing it to help him. A smile crosses your face at the thought. “Yeah,” you say to Spinner, who now looks more than a little weirded out. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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<- Chapter 6

[cressidagrey]

(This is so long I’m so sorry) I was the pls don’t explode anon but OH MY GOD THE NEW CHAPTER ????? BELLE WITH HER BOMBSHELL DROP AND A HALF ????? THEYLL ALWAYS COME BACK HELLO ?????? MAX “my wife wants to see her horse” VERSTAPPEN ?????? Oh im ill rn w love for them my god. I hope that whole family is sick to fucking death rn I’m so serious.

The only one I have mild sympathy for is Arthur just because like, I can understand from a younger sibling perspective like the guilt of knowing you should’ve said something but at the same time being just as young as them or younger. I however am gonna box pascal because WHY ARE YOU LYINGGGGGG LIKE YOU COULDNT EVEN TRY TO MAKE IT LESS OBVIOUS ??? I hate her so bad.

And the way Charles reacted in the restaurant ?? Holy shit dude get OVER YOURSELF 😭😭😭 Like fawkkkkk the whole point is it’s not about the damn horse it’s the fact you couldn’t even be assed to learn about your sister, like all of you failed her because you literally just assumed it didn’t matter anymore and she’d move beyond it, like no all you did was make her feel like her wants, dreams, and aspirations were useless and minuscule no wonder she didn’t care anymore. You took her one true love away, made it about yourself, then basically spit in her face since you just didn’t care. Like they literally stripped her bare of what made her, her. Especially to lose something that’s your entire world at such a young age is devastating and something that was living, breathing, tangible ? That’s so tragic, like I get loosing racing sucks but something that’s alive ? That loves you ? I can’t even imagine the guilt she felt over it even though it’s not her fault because she probably assumed that Blanche felt like she was abandoned by somebody who loved her and that’s just awful.

God I want to bomb their house, like the wrongful assumptions about her character ??? It just feels like they’re finding any reason to berate her and pick apart her choices because then to them it gives them some type of morale standing and ground they can have since they had the rug pulled under them. This whole chapter reminds me of the one song “you’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me” because genuinely her whole world shattered when she lost that horse and her entire family either didn’t care or want to know. Like it feels like they’re have this deep need to be this picture perfect family but that’s not how they’re supposed to be and since belle can’t be that ideal perfect sister and daughter they just started to shape her to be the mold they wanted and not who she really is.

I have soooooooo many thoughts but I love max down badddddddd rn like defend ur wife fuck yeah !!! I literally love how you write your scenes out and how you show belles grief, like genuinely. The fact that she’s at a place where she can share something she held so much anguish over is so nice to see and I love watching her work through everything on her own terms, like I don’t think we ever fully get over our grief, we just learn to hold it differently over time and I’m glad she’s finding her footing in that. Healing isn’t linear like I had said and grief loves to find us in the street on a sunny day but I’m glad she’s figuring it out. Seriously I love your writing though i want to it, it literally swung a bat into my ribs and made a home there in its wake, I love u pls never explode 💘💘💘💐💐💐

THIS. MESSAGE. 🥹 First: never apologize for sending long thoughts — this was beautiful and you captured Belle’s whole arc so perfectly it gave me chills. Seriously, you put so much heart into this that I’m honored you trust me with your emotions like this.

You're so spot-on:

It was never just about the horse. It was about how little her dreams mattered to the people who should have protected them most.

Arthur does deserve a sliver of sympathy — he was young too — but Pascale? Oh no. Full boxing match energy.

Charles can't stand realizing he hurt her so deeply because it would mean he has to actually change — and that’s harder than pretending she's the one being difficult.

You understood it perfectly: Belle’s family didn’t just ignore her. They rewrote her into a version that was easier for them to live with. And that devastation — of being forgotten while you’re still right there — it leaves scars that don't just fade away.

Also... Max being her safe place? "My wife wants to see her horse" MAX VERSTAPPEN?? You get it. 🥹

And you said this so perfectly:

We never fully get over our grief, we just learn to hold it differently over time.

I’m tucking that into my soul forever, thank you. 💛

[wakasaz]

Thinking about lazy morning sex with Wakasa

It’s early, way too early if you ask Wakasa. You both have work soon but he can’t fall back asleep. You’re wearing one of his shirts as you sleep, your back facing him. His shirt is riding up your thighs and he knows you have nothing on underneath, too tired of your activities last night to fully get dressed so you just threw his shirt on. If Wakasa had it his way you wouldn’t of gotten dressed at all but he can’t help the feeling in his chest at seeing you in his clothes.

He cleans closer to you, moving your hair that has fallen in your face out of the way, exposing your neck. He leans his face into your shoulder. At first he says it’s just to cuddle, to fall back asleep for the next hour he has before you both need to get up but then he inhales your scent and starts trailing kissing down your neck. You smell like a mix of the two of you and it drives him crazy for his scent to be on you. He knows it’s just cologne but it smells so much better when it’s coming off of you.

You sigh in your sleep as he continues to kiss your neck, moving his shirt to the side to kiss your shoulder. You lean into the action in your sleep, always seeking his touch. He chuckles as he bites your neck pulling a soft moan from your lips before he whispers in a husky sleep deprived voice “My favorite girl” His hand trailing up your thighs, reaching the end of his shirt before slipping up under it.

Your eyes start to flutter awake as he continues kissing and his hand goes higher and higher up your body. “Did I wake my sleepy girl? He whispers against your skin, You turn to face his and he captures your lips in a heated kiss, slow at first but quickly deepening it.

You’re not sure when it happened but between opening your eyes and kissing him you ended up on your back, his shirt long forgotten on the floor and his head between your legs lazily licking at your cunt as he pulled moan after moan from your lips.

Wakasa lazily climbs up the bed behind you turning you back away from him before lining his cock up with your weeping heat and slowly thrusting in. He’s slow, also lazy as he thrusts. He has his head back in your neck leaving wet slow kisses every few seconds as you moan and whine at the feeling of him stretching you out.

One of his hands slowly moves down your body to your cunt where he finds your bundle of nerves before rubbing slowly making you clench around him.

He’s moaning in your neck, close to his own release but needs you to finish first. “Come all over my cock baby” His pace is still lazy but he snaps his hips harder into you.

You finish all over him moaning his name like a prayer before he is filling you with ropes of his comes moaning your name like its the only word he can remember, because right now you are the only thing filling his mind.

You both lay there for a few minutes catching your breath before he pulls out with a hiss. He kisses your neck one more time before your alarms start going off.

“Shower with me?”

And you just know by the lazy smirk on his face he isn’t done with you yet.

[theevilscribbler]

the first time ada and marazhai dine together...... <3

'Come, my little pet. The recent incursion among your subjects has filled my territory with fresh meat. I've set aside the ringleaders and am eager to indulge. You will join me.'

Ada stared up at Marazhai, collecting herself as she processed the sudden intrusion on her hitherto quiet evening. The only thing more surprising than the Drukhari's arrival was his unusually affable demeanour. After a beat she pulled the fork from her mouth.

'Right now?' she asked, her mouth still full of the braised grox that had been brought for her supper. She was reluctant to leave it almost completely untouched on its bed of honey-glazed carrots and leeks drenched in sauce made from some cheese whose name she couldn't pronounce, but apparently one bite was worth more than a noblewoman's dowry.

Marazhai's gaze narrowed, but the tilt of his head and the lingering spark in his eyes, told her that he wasn't actually irritated, at least not yet. 'You have something better to do with your time?'

She made a show of giving the question some thought as she chewed. The delicately seasoned meat melted against her tongue and she savoured the tenderness a little longer than necessary before she finally swallowed it down, answering him before the humour in his expression began to wane.

'Can I finish up here first?'

The dark eyes narrowed further, his lip curling in a show of playful disdain with which she was now intimately familiar.

'You would delay our pleasure for such paltry indulgences as these?' he scoffed, leaning over the small table and gesturing at the food set out between them. Such scorn roused her irritation. Before assuming the title of Rogue Trader, Ada could only have dreamed of enjoying such a meal.

'Wouldn't you rather I was well fed and energised for our feast?' she asked, pointedly spearing another mouthful of meat. She brought the heavily laden fork to her lips, her eyes trained on his, only to have Marazhai reach across the table with the speed of a hunting serpent, capturing her hand between his armour-clad fingers. She frowned, and tried to pull her hand away, which only made his smile curve higher and his grip tighten. Defiant, she leaned forward to try and eat the mouthful. In response, he pulled it just beyond her reach... and then further...

'Wait! Don't you da- '

Too late. The meat, dripping with jus, disappeared behind sharp teeth and pale lips, and when he released her hand the silver prongs came away bare. She stared at them in silence. It took her several moments to settle herself as she wrestled with old memories of having scraps of mouldy bread snatched from her fingers, or her cup of rancid bone broth kicked and spilled across the floor before she'd even taken one sip. No doubt he savoured the emotions those recollections conjured even more than...

Her anger deflated at that realisation, and at the smug look he cast her way. Bastard... of course that was his intent.

'Let me guess...' she said as he swallowed. 'It doesn't compare to the screaming agony of your victims?'

He chuckled, the sound warm and satisfied. 'Of course not. But for mon-keigh fare... I at least have the satisfaction of knowing my pet is adequately cared for.'

Void, he was effortlessly insufferable. But Ada could feel her own smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, though she fought valiantly to hold it back.

'High praise indeed,' she retorted. And then, in a moment of brazen forwardness that she would later put down to the half-empty glass of dammassine sitting by her plate: 'Does that mean you won't be too insulted if I invite you to join me?'

Insulted? No, that was certainly not the reaction she saw briefly rush behind his eyes before he carefully covered it over. But could it really have been genuine surprise?

'I suppose. Since I have nothing better to do with my time...'

Ada did a far less commendable job of hiding her own astonishment as he slipped with easy grace into the seat opposite her. She watched as he picked up her crystal glass and took a sip of its dark contents, while she helped herself to another bite grox and then prepared a forkful to offer him. Sharing her meal did not quite spark her outrage as watching him steal it from under her nose had done. She held the meat up to him, briefly contemplated teasing him with it, and decided against.

'Something wrong?' she asked when she saw his expression falter as he chewed.

'I prefer my meat rarer,' he said simply, taking another sip of the dammassine and then handing it to her. For the most fleeting of moments, their fingers touched. 'Remember that... for next time.'

She looked at him over the rim of the glass, and was glad that she could hide behind it as she lost the battle to hold back her smile.

'Next time.'

Thank you @amasec for this prompt! It kind of got away from me, but was really sweet to write (I love Marazhai being an insufferable gremlin)!

[bratzkoo]

WGM episode 8 | dk

episode 8: amusement park

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: seokmin x reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 4.8k~ Warnings/note: fluff, fake marriage, and real feelings. cursing, seokmin curses a lot in his head.

summary: WE GOT MARRIED is back. Seokmin and Y/N pairs up to shoot 10 episodes for a special. Turns out, there are more things happenings off-camera than what meets the eye.

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[Opening sequence: Highlights from Episode 7, focusing on their intimate photoshoot moments and the surprise cheek kiss]

Narrator: "After showing their sweet side to the world in their magazine feature, our favorite couple is heading out for a day of fun and thrills at the amusement park!"

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Seokmin arrived at the designated meeting spot outside Lotte World twenty minutes early, as had become his habit whenever he was meeting Y/N. He blamed it on professional courtesy, but the members had taken to calling it his "pre-Y/N panic time"—a chance for him to get his nerves under control before the cameras started rolling.

Not that it ever worked. Seven episodes in, and his heart still did that ridiculous flutter when he saw her approaching.

The magazine photoshoot from last week had complicated things further. The physical closeness, the staged intimacy that hadn't felt staged at all, the surprise cheek kiss that he could still feel tingling on his skin days later—it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the mental barrier between reality and the show.

And now they were going to an amusement park. A classic date location straight out of every K-drama ever made. Seokmin had a sneaking suspicion the PD was working through a romance cliché checklist at this point.

"You're thinking too loud again," came Y/N's voice, startling him out of his thoughts.

Seokmin turned to find her standing beside him, looking casual and pretty in jeans, a light sweater, and a baseball cap—a far cry from the glamorous styling of their photoshoot, but somehow even more appealing for its naturalness.

"I wasn't thinking," Seokmin defended automatically. "I was... strategizing."

"Strategizing what? Optimal cotton candy consumption techniques?" Y/N teased.

"Exactly that," Seokmin agreed with mock seriousness. "It's all about the fluffy-to-sugar ratio. Very scientific."

Y/N laughed, the sound still doing dangerous things to his cardiac rhythm even after all this time. "Well, I'm glad one of us is prepared."

The production crew approached, cameras already rolling to capture their meeting. The PD handed them each a small envelope.

"Today's mission is simple," the PD explained. "Enjoy a day at the amusement park together! But there's a twist—in these envelopes are three challenges you need to complete throughout the day."

Seokmin opened his envelope, reading the card inside:

1. Win a prize for Y/N at a game booth

2. Take a selca at the top of the Ferris wheel

3. Share one cotton candy (one stick, two people)

Easy enough. Though the Ferris wheel part made his stomach flip with nerves—not because of the height, but because of the romantic implications. Ferris wheels were where drama couples confessed feelings or shared first kisses. The setting was laden with expectations.

Stop overthinking. It's just a theme park date for a TV show.

Y/N showed him her card, which had similar couple-oriented challenges:

1. Buy matching accessories to wear

2. Feed each other some amusement park food

3. Hold hands on a scary ride

"Looks like we're hitting all the couple clichés today," Y/N observed with a wry smile.

"The PD is nothing if not thorough," Seokmin agreed. "Shall we start with the matching accessories? Get that one out of the way early?"

"Lead the way, fake husband."

The term "fake husband" had become something of an inside joke between them, but lately it had started to pinch a little each time she said it—a reminder of the temporary, manufactured nature of their relationship.

As they walked through the entrance gates, cameras trailing discreetly behind them, Seokmin was acutely aware of the public setting. Unlike their previous filmings in controlled environments, this one would have regular people in the background, potentially recognizing them.

Sure enough, he caught the whispers almost immediately.

"Isn't that Lee Seokmin from SEVENTEEN?"

"And Y/N Y/L/N? The actress?"

"They're the couple from that marriage show!"

"Are they filming right now?"

"Ignore them," Y/N murmured, noticing his discomfort. "Just focus on me."

Focus on me. As if that wasn't what he'd been doing helplessly for the past seven episodes.

"Right," Seokmin agreed, straightening his shoulders. "Just us, having fun. Nothing to see here, folks. Just your average idol and actress fake-married for television, wandering around an amusement park with a camera crew. Totally normal Tuesday."

Y/N laughed, linking her arm through his with casual ease that made his heart skip. "Exactly. Now, about those matching accessories..."

They found a souvenir shop near the entrance and browsed the options. Couple headbands? Too obvious. Matching t-shirts? Too committed. Finally, they settled on simple matching wristbands with the park's logo.

"Subtle but identifiable," Y/N approved as they tied them on each other's wrists. "Perfect for a couple who's been married for approximately five minutes of real time spread across seven episodes."

"When you put it that way, our relationship sounds very efficient," Seokmin joked. "Most couples take years to go through what we've experienced in a few filming days."

"The wonders of television time compression," Y/N agreed, her fingers lingering perhaps a second longer than necessary as she finished securing his wristband.

With one challenge completed, they headed deeper into the park. The atmosphere was lively, with cheerful music playing through speakers and the excited screams from nearby rides creating a backdrop of joyful chaos. Despite his initial nervousness about the public setting, Seokmin found himself relaxing as they walked, falling into easy conversation.

"What rides do you like?" he asked. "Thrill seeker or more of a merry-go-round enthusiast?"

"Somewhere in between," Y/N replied. "I like rides that go fast, but I'm not a fan of ones that spin or go upside down too much."

"What about heights?" Seokmin asked, thinking of their pending Ferris wheel mission.

Something flickered across Y/N's expression. "Heights are... not my favorite thing."

"Really?" Seokmin asked, surprised. "But we have to take a selca on the Ferris wheel."

"I know," Y/N said, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I'll be fine. It's just not something I'd choose voluntarily."

Seokmin filed this information away carefully. "We can save that for last, then. Build up to it."

"My hero," Y/N said with a playful smile, but there was genuine appreciation in her eyes.

They decided to start with some of the gentler rides to warm up. The bumper cars provided an opportunity for Seokmin to showcase his terrible driving skills, while Y/N proved unexpectedly aggressive, targeting him mercilessly.

"I thought we were on the same team!" Seokmin protested after she rammed into him for the third time.

"All's fair in love and bumper cars," Y/N called back, circling around for another attack.

The cameras captured their competitive banter, the PD giving approving nods at their natural chemistry. After bumper cars came the spinning teacups (moderately successful) and a carousel ride (during which Seokmin pretended his horse was in an intense race with Y/N's).

"I think it's time for something more thrilling," Y/N suggested after they'd exhausted the tamer options. "Maybe we can tackle the 'hold hands on a scary ride' challenge?"

Seokmin's heart rate picked up at the thought. "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

Y/N pointed to a massive roller coaster that featured multiple loops and a near-vertical drop. "That one."

"You're sure heights aren't your thing?" Seokmin asked skeptically. "Because that seems very... high."

"Roller coasters are different," Y/N explained. "You're moving too fast to really register the height. It's the slow ascent and hovering at the top that bothers me."

"Like on a Ferris wheel," Seokmin concluded, understanding dawning.

"Exactly," Y/N confirmed with a small smile. "But I'll be brave for the mission."

"We'll tackle it together," Seokmin promised, feeling a surge of protectiveness. "But first, let's see if I scream higher than you on this death trap."

The line for the roller coaster was long, giving them time to chat while the cameras captured their anticipation. Seokmin found himself sharing stories about amusement park trips with his members, while Y/N told him about a disastrous high school field trip where she'd gotten separated from her class and ended up accidentally joining a tour group of elderly tourists.

"They were so nice," she recalled with a laugh. "They kept offering me candies and asking if I needed to rest. I spent two hours looking at flower arrangements with them before my teacher found me."

"That's adorable," Seokmin said, genuinely charmed by the mental image of teenage Y/N being adopted by a group of grandparents.

As they approached the front of the line, Y/N's nervous glances at the coaster's imposing structure became more frequent. When they finally boarded and the safety bars lowered into place, she took a deep breath that was slightly shakier than her usual confident demeanor.

"You okay?" Seokmin asked, suddenly concerned that this might be more than just mild nerves.

"Fine," Y/N insisted, though her knuckles were white where she gripped the safety bar. "Just channeling my inner thrill-seeker."

"We can get off if you want," Seokmin offered, but the ride attendant was already moving down the line checking restraints.

"No backing out now," Y/N said with a tight smile. "Besides, we have a mission to complete."

Right. The hand-holding challenge. Though at this point, Seokmin was more concerned with Y/N's comfort than completing missions.

As the coaster began its initial ascent, he quietly offered his hand. Y/N looked at it for a brief moment before entwining her fingers with his, holding on with what might have been more force than strictly necessary for the show.

"I've got you," Seokmin said softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Y/N's smile was small but genuine. "I know."

And then they were at the top, teetering on the edge of the first drop, and there was no more time for conversation. The coaster plunged downward, and Seokmin found himself screaming at a pitch that would have made his vocal coach weep. Beside him, Y/N's initial scream of terror quickly transformed into shrieks of laughter as they whipped through loops and corkscrews at dizzying speeds.

Through it all, she never let go of his hand.

When they finally jerked to a stop back at the loading platform, both were breathless and laughing, hair windblown and cheeks flushed with adrenaline.

"That was AMAZING!" Y/N exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. "Can we go again?"

Seokmin stared at her in disbelief. "You were terrified thirty seconds ago!"

"And now I'm exhilarated," Y/N countered. "That's the whole point of these rides."

They exited to where the camera crew waited, still holding hands without seeming to realize it until the PD pointedly looked down at their entwined fingers. They separated quickly, both suddenly finding the exit signs fascinating.

"Challenge completed," the PD noted with satisfaction. "What's next?"

"I think I need to restore my dignity by winning something at a game booth," Seokmin declared. "My screams on that ride were not my most masculine moment."

"I don't know, I found them endearing," Y/N teased. "Like a pterodactyl discovering it can fly."

"That's... not the flattering comparison you think it is," Seokmin replied, but he was laughing too.

They made their way to the game section of the park, where various booths offered prizes for throwing darts, shooting water guns, or knocking down bottles. Seokmin surveyed the options, trying to determine which game gave him the best chance of success.

"How about that one?" Y/N suggested, pointing to a ring toss booth where players tried to loop rings around the necks of bottles.

Seokmin eyed it doubtfully. "Those are notoriously rigged, you know."

"All the more impressive when you win," Y/N countered with a challenging smile. "Unless you don't think you can..."

"Oh, it's ON," Seokmin declared, immediately falling for her obvious manipulation. "I am about to ring toss my way into the history books."

They approached the booth, where an array of stuffed animals hung as prizes. Y/N's eyes lingered on a large plush dog with floppy ears and a goofy expression.

"That one's cute," she commented casually.

Message received. Seokmin paid for a round of rings and took aim at the bottles, determined to win that specific prize for her.

His first attempt sailed completely over the bottles and hit the back wall of the booth.

"Just warming up," he assured Y/N, who was poorly concealing her amusement.

The second throw bounced off the rim of a bottle and ricocheted in an impressive series of bounces before landing on the ground.

"Physics is clearly working against me," Seokmin reasoned.

The third attempt actually made it around a bottle, but it was one of the ones that only won a small consolation prize.

"Progress!" Y/N encouraged.

The fourth and fifth attempts were similarly unsuccessful, leaving Seokmin with empty hands and wounded pride.

"One more round," he insisted, paying for another set of rings. "I'm getting that dog if it's the last thing I do."

Six more failed attempts later, Seokmin was beginning to understand why these games had a reputation for being impossible. The booth operator was watching with increasing amusement, while the camera crew had settled in for what was clearly going to be an extended segment.

"Maybe we should try a different game," Y/N suggested gently.

"No," Seokmin replied, a look of determination settling on his face. "I said I would win you that prize, and I'm going to do it. No matter how many tries it takes."

"My hero," Y/N said, and though there was teasing in her tone, there was something warm in her eyes that made Seokmin's resolve strengthen.

Three more rounds and fifteen more failed attempts later, Seokmin was contemplating whether it would be easier to just climb over the counter and steal the plush dog when he finally, FINALLY landed a ring around the center bottle—the one that won the grand prize.

"I DID IT!" he shouted, jumping up and down with more excitement than the achievement probably warranted. "DID YOU SEE THAT? I AM THE RING TOSS CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!"

Y/N was laughing, clapping her hands in genuine delight at his childlike enthusiasm. "That was amazing! I can't believe you actually did it!"

The booth operator handed over the coveted plush dog with a look of mild surprise, clearly not having expected anyone to actually win it. Seokmin accepted it triumphantly and presented it to Y/N with an exaggerated bow.

"For you, my lady. Only took half my yearly salary and possibly the development of a gambling addiction, but totally worth it."

Y/N accepted the stuffed dog, hugging it to her chest with a smile that made all those failed attempts completely worthwhile. "I shall treasure him forever. What should we name him?"

"Persistence," Seokmin suggested. "Or perhaps 'Financial Ruin.'"

"How about 'Lucky'?" Y/N countered. "Since it was lucky throw number twenty-something that won him."

"Lucky it is," Seokmin agreed, feeling oddly touched that she wanted to name it together, as if it were their shared pet rather than just a carnival prize.

With the ring toss challenge completed (albeit at great cost to Seokmin's wallet and dignity), they moved on to the food section of the park. The "feed each other" challenge from Y/N's card was next on their list.

They surveyed the options—corn dogs, ice cream, various fried foods on sticks—before settling on a stall selling hotteok, the sweet pancakes filled with sugar, cinnamon, and nuts.

"These look dangerous," Y/N observed as they received their order. "Very messy potential."

"That's half the fun," Seokmin replied. "Nothing says romance like getting syrup all over your face while cameras document your humiliation."

They found a table and sat down, the hotteok steaming between them. The cameras positioned to capture the feeding moment, which suddenly felt more intimate than Seokmin had anticipated.

"Ladies first," he said, breaking off a piece and holding it up for Y/N.

She leaned forward, eyes locked with his as she took the bite from his fingers. There was something deliberate in the way she maintained eye contact, something that made Seokmin's breath catch in his throat.

"Your turn," she said after a moment, breaking off her own piece and offering it to him.

Seokmin leaned in, hyperaware of her fingers brushing against his lips as he accepted the bite. The sweetness of the hotteok was almost overwhelmed by the rush of emotions flooding his system.

It's just for the show. It's just for the cameras. It doesn't mean anything.

But the soft smile Y/N gave him as she wiped a bit of sugar from the corner of his mouth with her thumb felt anything but staged.

"Two challenges left," she said, glancing at their mission cards. "Cotton candy and the Ferris wheel."

"Let's get the cotton candy now and save the Ferris wheel for sunset," Seokmin suggested. "It'll look better for the photos."

And give Y/N more time to prepare for her fear of heights, though he didn't say that part aloud.

They found a cotton candy vendor and ordered a single stick, the fluffy pink cloud almost comically large between them.

"How exactly are we supposed to share this?" Y/N wondered, eyeing the sugary confection.

"With great difficulty and maximum stickiness," Seokmin predicted. "Want first bite?"

Y/N tore off a piece, the sugar immediately dissolving on her tongue. "So sweet!"

"That's kind of the whole point," Seokmin laughed, taking his own piece.

They wandered through the park, passing the cotton candy back and forth, occasionally tearing off pieces for each other in a continuation of their feeding challenge. It was simple, silly fun, but Seokmin found himself treasuring these lighthearted moments even more than the more obviously couple-oriented challenges.

As the afternoon wore on and the cotton candy dwindled to nothing but a sticky paper cone, they found themselves approaching the final challenge—the Ferris wheel. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, creating the perfect romantic backdrop.

Too perfect, in Seokmin's opinion. It felt like a setup, a manufactured moment designed to push them into something neither was ready to acknowledge.

"We don't have to do this if you're really uncomfortable with heights," he told Y/N quietly as they approached the imposing wheel.

Y/N took a deep breath, clutching Lucky the plush dog a little tighter. "It's fine. I can handle it. It's just a slow-moving wheel, right?"

"Right," Seokmin agreed. "And I'll be right there with you."

The line moved quickly, and soon they were being ushered into a glass-enclosed carriage. The camera crew couldn't join them in the small space, instead giving them a handheld camera to capture their own footage. This created an unexpected sense of privacy, despite knowing the footage would be viewed later.

As the wheel began to turn, lifting them higher into the evening sky, Y/N's knuckles whitened where she gripped the edge of the seat.

"Hey," Seokmin said softly, covering her hand with his. "Look at me, not down."

Y/N's eyes found his, gratitude clear in her expression. "Sorry. It's silly, I know."

"It's not silly," Seokmin assured her. "Everyone's afraid of something."

"What are you afraid of?" she asked, seemingly grateful for the distraction as they continued to ascend.

Seokmin considered this. "Professionally? Losing my voice before a big performance. It's my recurring nightmare."

"And personally?" Y/N pressed gently.

The question caught him off guard. They'd shared a lot over the past few months, but rarely ventured into territory this vulnerable. The privacy of their current situation made it easier to be honest.

"Being forgotten, I guess," he admitted after a moment. "Not just as an idol, but as a person. The thought that I might not leave any meaningful mark on the people I care about."

Y/N's eyes softened. "I don't think you need to worry about that. You're pretty unforgettable, Lee Seokmin."

The simple sincerity in her voice made his heart constrict. "What about you? Besides heights."

Y/N was quiet for a moment, her gaze drifting to the sunset visible through the glass, though she kept her hand firmly in his. "Becoming irrelevant, I think. Not necessarily in my career, though that's part of it. But more... being someone people can easily replace or move on from."

The vulnerability in her admission struck a chord in Seokmin. Without thinking, he squeezed her hand. "Also not something you need to worry about."

Their eyes met, and Seokmin was suddenly acutely aware of how alone they were, suspended high above the world in their glass bubble. The moment felt weighted with possibility, with unspoken words hovering between them.

Then the carriage jerked to a stop as they reached the very top of the wheel, and Y/N's fear resurfaced as she glanced down reflexively.

"Oh god, we're so high up," she breathed, her grip on his hand tightening painfully.

"Hey, it's okay," Seokmin soothed, shifting closer to put an arm around her shoulders. "Don't look down. Look out at the sunset instead. Or at me. I've been told I have a very distracting face."

That earned a small laugh from Y/N, though it was tinged with nervousness. "You do have a distracting face," she agreed, turning to look at him rather than the view. "Very expressive."

"One of my many talents," Seokmin confirmed seriously. "Along with pterodactyl screaming on roller coasters and spending obscene amounts of money on rigged carnival games."

Y/N's laugh was more genuine this time, her body relaxing slightly against his. "Don't forget your superior cotton candy sharing skills."

"A comprehensive skill set," Seokmin agreed. "I'm quite the catch."

"You are," Y/N said, and something in her tone made him pause. There was a sincerity there that didn't sound like part of their usual banter.

Before he could respond, she seemed to remember the camera in his free hand. "We should take that selca now, while we're at the top."

"Right," Seokmin agreed, grateful for the distraction from the suddenly charged atmosphere. He held up the camera, angling it to capture both them and the sunset behind them. "Smile!"

Y/N pressed close against his side, her face next to his, smile bright despite her fear of heights. Seokmin took several photos, wanting to make sure they got at least one good one.

"Perfect," Y/N declared, reviewing the images. "Mission accomplished."

As if on cue, the Ferris wheel began moving again, beginning its descent back to the ground. Y/N visibly relaxed as they moved downward, though she didn't pull away from Seokmin's side.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For helping me through that. For distracting me."

"Anytime," Seokmin replied honestly. "That's what fake husbands are for, right?"

There it was again—that slight pinch at the reminder of their arrangement. But Y/N's smile didn't falter as she nodded. "Right."

When they reached the bottom and exited the carriage, the PD was waiting with an approving smile. "Did you get good footage up there?"

"I think so," Seokmin replied, handing over the camera. "All challenges completed successfully!"

"Great work, both of you," the PD said. "That's a wrap for today's episode!"

As the crew began packing up equipment, Seokmin and Y/N found themselves standing together in the fading twilight, the park's lights beginning to twinkle on around them.

"That was fun," Y/N said, still holding Lucky the stuffed dog to her chest. "Even the terrifying parts."

"Especially the terrifying parts," Seokmin corrected with a smile. "Those make the best stories later."

"True," Y/N agreed. "No one wants to hear about the time everything went perfectly according to plan."

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them, neither quite ready for the day to end.

"Do you want to grab dinner?" Seokmin found himself asking before he could overthink it. "The cameras are off, but we could still..."

He trailed off, suddenly unsure if he was overstepping. They rarely spent time together off-camera, though their text conversations had become increasingly frequent.

Y/N hesitated, and for a terrible moment Seokmin thought she was going to decline. Then she smiled, nodding. "I'd like that. I'm starving after all that cotton candy and hotteok."

"A balanced meal of pure sugar," Seokmin agreed with relief. "The cornerstone of any nutritious diet."

They ended up at a small restaurant near the park, tucked into a corner booth away from prying eyes. The conversation flowed easily, moving from reflections on their day to stories from their respective careers to childhood memories. It was the first time they'd spent significant time together without cameras recording their every word, and Seokmin found himself cherishing the authenticity of it.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N said after their food had arrived. "And you don't have to answer if it's too personal."

"Sure," Seokmin replied, curious.

"Why did you agree to do 'We Got Married'? You mentioned losing at rock-paper-scissors, but was that really it?"

Seokmin considered the question, wanting to give her an honest answer. "Partly, yes. The members volunteered me when the offer came in. But I could have refused if I'd really wanted to."

"So why didn't you?"

"I thought it would be good exposure," Seokmin admitted. "Both for me personally and for the group. And I thought it might be fun, in a terrifying sort of way." He paused, then added, "I didn't expect..."

"What?" Y/N prompted when he trailed off.

Seokmin met her eyes. "I didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I have. Or to..."

Like you as much as I do. The words hovered unspoken between them.

"Me neither," Y/N said softly, seemingly understanding what he couldn't quite say. "It's been... unexpectedly nice."

There was that word again. Nice. Such a simple word for the complex emotions swirling between them.

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of their check, breaking the spell that had settled over their conversation. They split the bill and made their way outside, where reality awaited in the form of their respective managers parked nearby.

"Thank you for today," Y/N said as they prepared to part ways. "For winning Lucky, and for helping me on the Ferris wheel, and... everything."

"Thank you for making it so easy," Seokmin replied honestly. "Being married to you, even just for a TV show, has been... nice."

Y/N smiled at his echo of her earlier word. "See you for episode nine?"

"I'll be there," Seokmin promised. "With bells on, probably, knowing our PD's penchant for increasingly elaborate scenarios."

Y/N laughed, then surprised him by stepping forward and giving him a quick hug, Lucky the stuffed dog squished between them. "Goodnight, Seokmin."

"Goodnight," he replied, watching as she walked to her manager's car.

Later that night, as he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, his phone buzzed with a message. It was from Y/N—a selca of her with Lucky the stuffed dog positioned on her pillow.

Y/N: Lucky says goodnight. He also says thanks to his ring toss champion dad.

Ring toss champion dad. The casual implication of shared parenthood, even of a stuffed animal, made Seokmin's heart do a complicated flip.

Seokmin: Tell Lucky he's welcome, and that his Ferris wheel survivor mom is the real hero of the day.

Y/N: We make a good team, don't we?

Such a simple question, laden with potential meanings.

Seokmin: The best team. Even if we disagree on rug colors.

Y/N: Especially when we disagree on rug colors.

Seokmin smiled at the callback to their decoration argument. There was something comforting about these inside jokes they'd developed, these shared references that belonged just to them.

Y/N: I had fun tonight. Both on and off camera.

Seokmin: Me too. We should do it again sometime.

Y/N: I'd like that.

Three simple words that made Seokmin's chest tighten with hope and fear in equal measure. As he set his phone aside, he couldn't help but wonder where this was heading. Two episodes left, and then what? Back to their separate lives, with nothing but memories of a fake marriage that had begun to feel anything but fake?

For the first time since the show began, Seokmin allowed himself to admit what he'd been trying to deny for weeks now: he was falling for Y/N. Not for the cameras, not for the show, but for real.

And that realization was both the most thrilling and terrifying thought he'd had all day—far scarier than any roller coaster or Ferris wheel could ever be.

[elzifelzi]

PHANTOM

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Chapter 13:The HUNTER moves!

Utterly wounded and defeated, Danny invisibly made his way back home.Once he was safely there he reverted back to his human form and passed out.When he finally came to, he was greeted by a concerned Tucker tending to his wounds.

He woke up disoriented, completely unaware of what was going on or where he actually was at the moment but eventually the throbbing pain that he felt in his arm assisted in jogging his memory.

Dan:”uhh, I feel like shit….”

Tucker:”You don't look too good either…”

Dan:”gee thanks..”

Tucker:”sorry…”

He hands him a bottle of water which Dan gladly accepts without hesitance Dan throws back the entire bottle spilling water all over his jaw and body in the process.

Tucker:”They banged you up real good,huh?”

Dan nods in response while wiping off his face.

Tucker:”Who was that?”

Dan shrugs.

Dan:”Your guess is as good as mine, most likely some ghost hunter working for Masters Inc.”

Tucker:”I had the same hunch,the fact that the access codes worked is proof of that.”

Dan:”That suit, the glider,they both look very familiar ,I think I've seen them in some of my mom's old blueprints and well since Vlad is an old lab partner of my folks it's possible that he kept any designs that the 3 of them came up with together .”

Tucker:”With your parents giving up ghost hunting it makes sense Vlad would keep them..”

Dan nods in response Then looks away into the distance..His parents they've Been a very passive thought in his mind this past year but he found it to be such a wicked twist of fate that no matter how far he ran he couldn't escape their ghosts. He immediately snapped back to reality Not wanting Tucker to worry.

Dan:”So it's very safe to assume that whoever this mystery hunter is,was trained by Vlad Masters himself.”

Tucker:”So what's the plan to beat her?avoid all her anti ghost weapons?”

Dan:”easier said than done .That blood blossom crap she hit me with really did a number on me.That thing is apparently like Kryptonite to ghosts.”

He slowly gets up on his two feet before wobbling and falling back down,luckily Tucker catches him.

Tucker:”Danny, don’t push yourself…

 you need to rest, we'll figure something out.”

He carries the wounded Hero to his room,where he collapses on his bed.

Meanwhile back at Masters Inc, the Red Huntress appears to have set up an audience with Vlad Masters himself.Vlad greets her with open arms before offering her a chair next to his table

Vlad:”You can remove the mask while you're here you know…”

Red Huntress:”Oh! My bad!”

She pulls off her mask to reveal the familiar face of none other than Valerie Grey.

Vlad:”So Valerie,I take it you come bearing good news?”

Valerie reaches into her pocket and pulls out a phone-like device,then she slides it across the Table to Vlad.Who raises an eyebrow skeptically.

Valerie:”You were right on the money, Phantom was at my school today.that device contains all the footage my mask captured from our fight.”

Vlad gives her a pleased smile.

Vlad:”Excellent Job Valerie,and what of the ghost boy himself?”

Valerie leaned back in her chair,

Valerie:”he got away, I had him on the ropes but at the last minute my glider started going crazy and it gave him just enough time to run..”

Vlad looks at her skeptically.

Vlad:”That's peculiar, and this is the first time this has happened?”

She nods.

Vlad:”Then it appears that your board may have been hacked into..”

Valerie's eyes widened in shock.

Valerie:”But wouldn't my sensors have noticed if someone invaded my systems?”

Vlad:”Yes they would've,if the culprit was an amateur.”

Valerie:”huh?”

Using his computer Vlad quickly pulls up the blueprints for Valerie's suit and glider.

Vlad:”The security system in your tech while state of the art isn't impenetrable. The technology is delicate and as such it takes approximately 2 minutes for the firewall to locate and destroy the threat.It is possible that Whoever got into your board was fully aware of that 2 minute interval and was able to use it to their advantage, a feat that would only be possible if they had access to Masters Incs override codes.”

Valerie:”So you're saying this was an inside Job?”

Vlad gets up from his seat and walks over to Valerie's side.

Vlad:”I'm saying that this Phantom boy isn't working alone and if he has allies that are capable of infiltrating your suit then it's only a matter of time before they find out your identity.Meaning…”

Valerie:”Meaning we need to catch Phantom before it happens.”

Vlad places a prideful hand on her shoulder

Vlad:”atta girl!! Now if I'm not mistaken you have dinner with your father soon,correct?”

Valerie immediately jumps out of her seat completely unaware of the time.

Valerie:”That's right! I gotta go!”

She begins running out of the office but then stops midway.

Valerie:”Actually I have one question,during the fight I suddenly started feeling very dizzy,but I Don't know why.”

Vlad strokes his beard

Vlad:”it's probably just your body still trying to get used to the suit..I wouldn't let that worry me.”

Valerie:”oh!Well alright, have a good night Mr Masters.”

She points over to the restrained and unconscious box ghost in the corner of the room.

Valerie:”And consider that a gift from me to you!”

Vlad lets out a small chuckle while waving her goodbye,Then when she leaves he takes a seat behind his desk and stares intently at the locked up box ghost.

Vlad:”Don't you want back your man Skulker?”

Skulker emerges from the Shadows

Skulker:”As much as it brings me joy watching him bound In chains like that I unfortunately still need him around.”

Vlad nods 

Vlad:”It is impressive that the girl was able to successfully capture him though,I fully expected him to escape.”

Skulker slammed his fist into a nearby wall.

Skulker:”yes…very impressive….”

Vlad:”I take it that you're not happy with the performance that your people have given thus far.”

Enraged, Skulker crushes Vlads desk much to the old man's surprise.

Skulker:”That boy has grown into quite the nuisance,a nuisance That I will not allow to ruin MY reputation any Longer!Defeating my men flying around like he's some kind of hero..no more!”

The rage in the ghost hunters voice Was incredible for a moment it felt as of death itself

Vlad:”but he still isn't at the level of strength you need,what should we do?”

Skulker:”I think It's about time that I humbled him.”

To be continued….

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Chapter 14:Raise The Stakes.

The following Day,after Dan had almost completely recovered from his wounds from the Battle prior, he and Tucker went to the school lab to analyze the ghost portal. Dan suggested it would probably be best if they looked over it at home instead,since they could possibly draw a lot of unwanted attention to themselves, but Tucker had argued that a lot of equipment they would need to work on the portal was already at the school and since it was the last day before summer break the campus would mainly be empty.Realizing he could not argue against Tuckers logic,Dan agreed to working in the school lab.With the frequency of ghost attacks since Dan got his powers The duo had hoped that the ghost portal could help them get a better idea of where all these ghosts were coming from. 

Dan:”I still think we'd be better off figuring out who that ghost hunter chick is.”

He stood near the portal a look of uncertainty on his face.He had every right to be uncertain the last time he stood in this lab his life was forever changed,who knows what could happen this time.

Tucker:”Listen man,like I said it won't do us much good to go searching after her!”

In swift motion Dan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms . 

Dan:”why not!?”

Tucker:”Think, she's no doubt figured out we got into her system last fight,there's no doubt that they've figured out how to fix that by now.”

Dan:”Ok go on.”

Tucker:” I'm willing to bet Masters Inc has a lot better tech than my shitty  little smartphone and I'm also willing to bet that a company as big as that keeps tabs on their employees even more so if she's working for Vlad directly. I'm willing to bet they keep employee information under lock and key..meaning I probably can't hack into their systems to find out who she is. Seeing that she wears a mask which is very uncommon from Masters inc ghost Hunters, we also have to consider the possibility that her identity may be a secret even to Employees inside Masters Inc so even if I was able to Hack their systems it's very possible that her actual identity isn't in there or it's under an alias. She could be an unlisted bounty hunter for all we know.Hell we don't even know if she was recently hired for all we know She could've been anemployee.We'd be going in off of one interaction fully blind with no leads and no idea of what we're even looking for!Picture trying to find a needle in a haystack when you 1)don't even know that you're supposed to be looking for a needle 2) have to consider the possibility that the needle in question that you're looking for might also look like a piece of hay.Right now It's futile.”

Dan:”...”

Dan was taken aback at Tucker’s calm and clever analysis of the entire situation; he had never noticed it before since Tucker is constantly joking around but his friend was very smart when he put his mind to it but he'd never tell him that to his facem

Dan:”Damn,I uh can't argue with that logic.”

The Duo then refocuses Their attention to the damaged portal in front of them,just as broken as they left it.

Dan:”So you think all the ghost attacks came from this? “

Tucker:”I'm not 100% sure but it's all we've got to go off of. “

Dan hits the top of the ghost portal making a loud thud. 

Dan:”But the thing’s been busted ever since my accident, like there's no signs of a 2nd activation. Which is weird considering all the ghosts I've fought since then.”

Tucker:”That's why I said I'm not 100% sure the only other possible reason could be that there's another fully functioning ghost portal. “

Dan:”You think Masters has one?”

Tucker:”It's a possibility,maybe he managed to make your folks' old designs work.”

Once again his parents Ghosts giving him trouble.

Dan:”That would explain where the ghosts are coming from.. But if that's the case all we have to do is find it and destroy it right?” 

Tuck shakes his head

Tucker: “It doesn't work that way, let's say in theory that there is another working portal, destroying it would be the last thing we'd want to do.”

Dan:”why?”

Tucker:”this "ghost realm " most likely operates as a flipside to our world or is at least closely linked to it; we wouldn't be able to even create a portal to it otherwise.”

Dan:”Soo we're connected?”

Tucker nods

Tucker:”think of it as a door separating 2 rooms. If you want to limit access to the room you just close the door and The two rooms remain separate but if you blow up the door you run The risk of Destroying both rooms in the process.”

Dan: “I get it so if we destroy the portal the ghost zone and our realms will collapse into each other.”

Tucker: “exactly.”

Their conversation was cut short by the arrival of Sam

Sam :”Hey ,Lancer told me that you guys would be here.”

Dan:"Hey sam!How was your date?”

She flashes Dan a devilish green as she leans in closer.

Sam:”Why do you wanna know? You jealous?”

Dan scoffs.

Dan:”No,I was just curious how long it took before Kwan got totally freaked out by you.”

She bursts out laughing

Sam:”About 15 minutes.”

Dan joins in the laughter.

Dan:”really?”

Sam:”Nah,he's a cool guy and the movie was fun but it would never work out.”

Tucker:”why not?”

Without either of them knowing Sam steals a glance at Danny.

Sam:”I guess I'm just into a different type of guy.”

While staring at Danny she notices the ghost portal sitting on the desk, glances at the ghost portal and then back at the two of them. 

Sam:”What's that?”

Tucker:”That's our prototype ghost portal.”

Sam:”the one that exploded?”

Dan :”yup.”

Sam:”Oh damn, Can I take a look at it?”

Dan shrugged.

Dan:”be our guest”

She snatched Tucker's goggles from his eyes and began inspecting the portal.  Opening up the back she begins prodding through circuitry and inner components. Then she looked over their blueprints 

Sam:”I think I found the problem.”

Dan and Tucker:”you did!??”

Sam:”yeah, first off the portal frame itself is too small.

Tucker:”Really?would the frame make that much of a difference?”

Sam:”Of course! Does the frame of a door affect your ability to pass through it?”

Tucker:”Fair point.”

Sam:”you're basically punching a hole through dimensions you can't do that with a frame this size the ecto energy needs to surge and flow for the pathway to open, if it can't all that condensed ecto energy will just shoot out into one direction and overload the portal.”

Dan:”That's exactly what happened.”

Sam:”Secondly the wiring is all completely wrong, it's a wonder it managed to run once at all. “

Tucker turns to Danny.

Tucker:”I guess your Dads blueprints weren't the best to go off of.”

Dan shrugged

Dan:”I guess so.”

Sam:”No, it's a decent foundation, it just needs some tweaking.”

Dan:”So can you help us fix it?”

Sam: “Sure why not. “

Dan and Tucker were relieved that surely with Sam's help they could get the portal up and running,but their relief was short lived when Suddenly a stream of blue smoke came out from Danny's mouth and almost as if in unison the ectopus materialized itself in the middle of the room. 

Dan:”oh no..”

Sam:”Is that what I think it is!? “

Sam jumped back creating distance between her and their potential assailant,she'd seen Phantom fight many ghosts on the news but she still hadn’t gotten used to seeing them  in person. 

Dan not wanting Sam to get hurt signaled for Tucker to get her to a safe distance. Following Dan's wishes,Tucker grabbed her and ran to the back of the room for safety. 

Tucker:”do your thing Danny!!!”

Sam:”What thing!?”

Dan:”I'm going Ghost!”

Rings of light appeared on Danny's body and in a flash he had changed into his ghost persona. He was no longer Dan Fenton; he was Phantom. 

Sam:”Danny is Phantom!!” 

She stares at Tucker with a look of bewilderment mixed with “why did you guys never tell me.”

Tucker:"It's a long story.”

Dan turned to ectopus, his eyes glowing green with determination fully prepared for battle.

Dan delivered a vicious right kick at the ghost knocking it into the wall, the ghost quickly recovers and launches 6 of its tentacles at him, which Dan proceeds to dodge effortlessly.He gets in close and delivers countless rapid punches disorienting the ghost but eventually it regained its composure; they started trading punches at each other,fist for fist blow for blow with neither of them wavering even the slightest, however Ectopus gains the upper had and knocks Dan into a nearby wall, Dan gets up and rushes towards the ghosts. He fires a barrage of  blasts at the creature , but his opponent did not waver instead he used his tentacles to deflect each of them, knocking them toward Sam and Tucker who were hiding behind a desk, without thinking Dan swoops in after them, saving them just in the knick of time. Angry that the ghosts would stoop so low as to hurt his friends Dan grabs its tentacles and begins to spin it around before throwing it out of a nearby window. Wiping off his hands he breathes a sigh of relief as Tucker and Sam make their way to him. 

Dan:”Good riddance.”

Tucker:”Damn Danny you're getting real good with those powers, that was the quickest I've ever seen you beat a ghost.” 

Dan:”Yeah, it was too easy. “

Sam:”soo would you guys care to explain what the hell just happened!!?? “

Suddenly Dan's ghost sense began flaring up again and as if on cue a familiar figure appeared in a cloud of blue smoke.It was the box ghost surrounded by floating boxes filled with the souls of countless humans.  A loud sigh escaped Dan's mouth as if just the sight of this ghost was enough to drain him.

Dan: “not this guy again.... “

Sam: “Who is he?”

Box ghost :”I am the box ghost!!”

She turns to Dan with a confused look  on her face, a look that was unsure whether she should be scared or amused.

Dan:”yeahh he used to be scarier before.”

Sam, not seeing him as a threat, decided to calm down and boldly face the ghost directly.

Sam:”So… you like haunt boxes? “

Fearing that the ghost would hurt her, Tucker steps in between the 2 of them.

Tucker: “I wish it was that simple, this creep has the ability to steal souls and trap them in his "boxes". 

Sam:”That's actually kind of cool. “

In an attempt to seem non threatening the box ghost dropped his items and walked over to Dan.

Dan:”listen creep,if you want to fight then let's go”

Box ghost : “I didn't come to fight today. I came to warn you.”

Dan:”what? Why?”

Box ghost :”there's a brutal ghost after you, one of the most terrifying ghosts in all of the ghost zone. Skulker!!.”

Tucker:”Who is he? And what does he want with Danny?”

Box ghost :”Skulker is a hunter, a collector of things, special and rare, and You Phantom, are currently his number one target. The  hybrid between ghost and human.”

The box ghost spoke in an earnest voice almost as if he cared for Danny's well being, but that certainly wasn't the case. He wanted to regain control of the ghost zone and In order for his plan to succeed he needed Dan alive by any means necessary. 

He knew Skulker's patience was running thin. He didn't know why Phantom was so important that Skulker didn't just capture him yet but he did know that he could use that to his advantage.

Dan:”soo I'm just some prize to him?”

Box ghost :”oh no it's more than that, Skulker gets pleasure in the joy of the hunt, chasing his prey, catching his prey, and torturing them. He has done this many times be it to a ghost or a human, but for you it's different for some reason he hasn't decided to capture you yet.”

Tucker:”why would a hunter keep their prey alive?”

The box ghost shrugged.

Box ghost:”I don't know,all I do know is that he and his mysterious partners have been sending these enemies after you to test you”

Dan:” why are you warning me and what's your relationship to this skulker person?”

Tucker :”Yeah, explain yourself.”

Box ghost :”sigh... Skulker was.. Is my employer and back when we were alive he was my best friend,but my mortal life is unimportant. When I died, I, just like other lost spirits, was sent to the ghost zone.. With my superior strength I quickly became one of its fiercest leaders until he showed up..”

Sam:”skulker?”

The ghost nodded in response.

Box ghost :”yes, he quickly rallied all the ghosts who were willing to oppose me and in a matter of weeks, I lost my territory and authority in the ghost zone, and Skulker he became one of the most feared ghosts ever. I tried to fight him off but he overpowered me.”

He placed his hand over his left eye, almost as if by simply recalling the event he reopened the wound.

Box ghost:”He's the reason I wear this eyepatch.”

Box ghost :” he then slaughtered every sentient spirit that ever dared oppose him, he even destroyed those that helped him overthrow me anyone that he could do away with he did.”

Dan:”Then why did he keep you?”

Box ghost picks up one of his soul boxes and hands it to Dan.

Box ghost :”My ability is called soul separation, I can steal souls from creatures and store them.If A ghost consumes a living soul, their power becomes overwhelming, but they slowly start becoming corrupt. Skulker has been using my ability to get souls for him to feed off of, making him overwhelmingly powerful.”

A loud Boom sounds off and along with it  the wall that stood tall behind the box ghost became a crumbled mess. Above it stood the very ghost that they spoke of.. Skulker grabbed the box ghost by the throat and pointed his hook at his right eye, and he looked directly at Dan as he spoke. 

Skulker :”my oh my, you can't be telling my business to strangers now. It makes me very very angry.”

With those words he poked out the box ghost's right eye, causing green ghostly blood to Drip down his hook.

The tension in the air  thickened as Dan stared down what would certainly be the deadliest ghost he's faced so far, Tucker and Sam being the loyal friends that they are, stood firmly at his side prepared for what was about to happen next. Skulker pulls out his hook from the box ghost's eye, causing ectoplasmic blood to squirt everywhere, receiving a disgusted reaction from the group of friends , the box ghost who was now fully blind dropped to the floor with hands over his face screaming in agony. Skulker ignored the injured ghost and made his way to the group.

Dan:”don't come any closer, freak or…”

Skulker :”or what!? You'll use those pitiful attacks of yours on me. I've heard about you from that piece of trash over there as well as many other ghosts that you've fought. You're average at best.”

Dan:”I beat all of their sorry asses,and you won't be any different!!”

Dan rushes towards skulker with a fierce left hook only for the ghost to catch it. Using the ecto nullifier he had received from Vlad, Skulker without Dan knowing disabled the boy's ghost powers for 6 hours.Skulker sized up Dan before taking his hook and shoving it through Dan's chest, he then raised Dan over his head and slammed him over his knee before letting him drop to the floor. Dan screams out in pain, a reaction that seemed to disgust Skulker.With a disappointed look on his already stern face, he loomed over Dan.

Skulker :”you don't get it ghost boy! Up until this point you've only fought garbage, all those low level ghosts that I sent after you after learning that you just barely defeated that piece of trash behind me.”

He points over to the box ghost, who was still rolling in pain after having his eyeball punctured. Then the large ghost knelt down next to Dan, grabbing the back of his head and repeatedly slammed his head into the ground a move that Dan had been on the other end of before

Skulker :”That fool was the strongest ghost that you've ever beaten and he's still bottom of the barrel shit compared to me!”

Tucker and Sam could only look on in horror as they watched what horrible fate had befallen their friend.

Skulker:”You think you're tough shit huh!?Wrong!”

He pressed the ghost boy's face into the ground, further damaging the floor.

Skulker:”The only reason you've gotten this far Is because you haven't faced a real ghost! You haven't  faced a real threat.”

Dan struggled to get words out but at that Point he could barely speak at a normal volume anymore.

Dan:”why…..are y-y-ou d-ing this..”

Skulker:”why!?because you needed a lesson in humility!”

He gets up and presses his boot firmly into Dan's back.

Skulker:”and I'm your teacher..”

 Dan forced his head up and looked over to them,he was barely breathing and spat out blood with every short breath that he took. 

Dan:”Tucker S-Sam Run!!!”

At the sound of Dan's request Skulked pressed his hook against The ghost boy's throat, and turned to Them. 

Skulker :”You leave and I slice his head off.”

His words froze them in place allowing Skulker to return to torturing Dan. He looked at the boy with disgust. 

Skulker :”you think you're some hero, well you ain't, you're no different from me.. A ghost hunting other ghosts, the only difference is the fact that I actually have the power to actually  keep up the hunt. “

He slammed Dan's head into the floor once again,at this point a small crater has formed from it,and Dan is as good as unconscious. 

Skulker :”listen ghost boy, I'm not going to kill you... At least not today as the box ghost already told you, your of more use to use alive. So you get a free pass today....but I will be back, you won't know when but I'll return and when I do I'll make you suffer!!. So you better give me a good fight.”

Skulker:”but just know you're only still living because I allow it…”

He stood up and began walking away then he stopped and turned to the box ghost. 

Skulker :”you may be a backstabbing piece of trash but you're still of use to me... For now. “

He picked Up the ghost with one arm and then using his other he opened a green swirling portall.As he prepared to leave he looked back at the injured hero and his friends. 

Skulker:”And don't bother trying to hide from me,I'm a hunter I can track you wherever you go.As long as you use your powers I'll find you”

Following his threat and with the box ghost slung over his shoulder he walked through the portal and vanished away like it was nothing. Tucker and Sam ran to Dan who was lying unconscious on the floor, Tucker hoisted him over his shoulder by his right srm, unable to look at his friend in such a state. 

Tucker:”I gotta get him out of here.... “

Sam grabs the ghost boy's other arm and helps Tucker lift him up. 

Sam:”we gotta get him out of here... “

Tucker:”Listen Sam, It's fine There is no reason for you to drag yourself into all of this…”

Sam:”Like hell it is!!!!”

Tucker :”I'm telling you, you don't have to.. You don't even know us like that!!”

Tucker's comment struck a nerve and Sam blew up at him.

Sam:”I don't know!? I don't know!? I know both of you are my friends ,I know one of my friends got injured trying to protect me,and I know the other friend is about to get his ass kicked if he doesn't let me help!!”

Realizing Sam's determination Tucker Didn't have the heart nor the bravery to refuse her; he raises Dan's unconscious body higher and turns to Sam. 

Tucker:”well.. What are you waiting for? Let's get our friend to safety! “

Sam gave him an affirming nod and the two of them immediately set out for Tuckers apartment. Mr Lancer who heard the commotion rushed into the lab, only to find it empty and destroyed much to his dismay. 

Lancer:”What in the Reckoning of Roku happened here?”

After arriving at their run down old apartment Sam and Tucker place Dan on his bed and begin patching up most of his wounds.After all their hard work tending to his wounds all they could do was wait for him to wake up. Luckily Dan's ghost healing factor started kicking in and After a few hours of sleep he finally woke up.They fill Dan in on what little happened while he was unconscious.

Tucker:”So long story short Skulker will be after you.”

Dan:”I figured”

Sam:”He said he can track you as long as you use your ghost powers, which BTW you haven't told me how you got.”

Dan forces himself up off the bed wincing in pain with every movement that makes.

Dan:”I'll get to that later.. but right now I  need to figure out a way to get stronger without Skulker knowing.. “

Tucker:”Well we can't do it here in the city. This place would be the 1st place he'd look..not to mention that new ghost hunter lurking around.We'd need to get you out of the city somehow.. Luckily tomorrow's summer break.The question is where would we go?”

Sam:”I know a place. “

Back in the Ghost Zone skulker sits on his throne of skulls,the box ghost who is now fully blind is kept on a leash just like his other pets and he's talking to a mysterious cloaked figure. 

???? :”So you met the boy?”

Skulker :”yes”

???? :”and your verdict..has your bloodlust been satisfied? ”

Skulker :”not in the slightest! He has potential but like I told masters at his current strength he isn't even worthy enough to stain my hook with his blood.. But,a hunt is a hunt..” 

???? :”remember skulker this isn't an ordinary hunt.. The boy is worth A Lot to us..... Alive”

Skulker :”yeah yeah we'll see if I stick to that promise,a hunter willingly putting his hunt on hold for this long is maddening,I may lose my cool and go kill him on accident.”

The conversation between the two continued with the mysterious figure urging skulker to keep Dan alive at all costs. 

???? :”skulker you know how important that boy is, you know that the chances of someone like him occurring are…”

Skulker :”once in a lifetime Yada Yada Yada. You forget two things....”

????:”What's that?”

Skulker :”The boy's humanity and his willingness to hold onto it is a key component to our plans, and as long as he's half human and believes himself to be a hero he'll never willingly agree to our terms!!”

???? :”Why do you believe that?”

The supposed foolishness of the question angered Skulker and in a fit of rage he slammed his hand onto his throne with so much force that it toppled over. He seized the figure by the cloak and hoisted him up into the air. 

Skulker :”Listen closely, cuz if I have to repeat myself or if you ask another stupid ass question, the box ghost will have 20/20 vision compared to you. “

The figure who at this point was gasping for air complied with his request so Skulker set him down and began to explain. 

Skulker :”I don't know if you were once alive but I was and here's the thing with humanity.. Whether they're good or evil there's always a reason.See humans live by this mentality that good and evil are as black and white as they sound.. Hell they even created Gods and Devils to personify good and evil. I always thought it was ridiculous but that boy, his humanity led him down the path of good. I have power so I can use it to help people was probably his thought process after Getting ghost powers.”

???? : “go on... “

Skulker :”The boy was given our powers, we don't know how but all we do know is that he's decided to use them to protect the good of his people, a hero of sorts he could've done anything else but he chose to help people. Now let me ask you this if humans are good and he's the hero...What does that make us?” 

???? :”the villains?”

Skulker :”my point exactly..the boy's human half keeps the human morality while his ghost half executes his moral beliefs. He believes he's a hero so he behaves like a hero…” 

???? :”What exactly is your point?”

Skulker :”My point is that I already know what happens if someone like him chooses to live with selfish means and a person like that CANNOT help us accomplish our goals. Unfortunately, that boy's foolish purity is needed but, having someone else like that on our side Might help sway the boy to do what we need him to.”

???? :”where would we get someone like that..”

Skulker :”There is another half ghost in Amity,he has taken to keeping himself hidden but I believe it's time that he joined our cause.”

????:”If you knew about another halfa this entire time why haven't we recruited him? Why are we even wasting our time with the boy?!”

In an attempt to silence his fellow ghost Skulker stomps his foot into the ground causing small ripples throughout the entire island.

Skulker:”This person has far too much maliciousness in their heart to accomplish the goal that we have set for the boy.”

????:”You really think you can find this mystery person?”

Skulker:”I already have..however recruiting him will be your job.”.

???? :”So what about the ghost boy? 

Skulker runs his hook along the line of his jagged metallic teeth and lets loose a snarl menacing enough to make a lion quiver. 

Skulker :”I'll hunt the boy and bring him to you alive.. I'll give you that much. However, him staying alive will be completely dependent on what happens Next.”

???? :”you think he'll actually face you again after what you did to him?” 

Skulker :”maybe not at first but remember what I told you about him, he'll come around eventually,when he gets stronger...” 

???? :”seems fair enough.”

The figure turns to the disabled box ghost and shakes his head. 

???? :”what will you do with this one?”

Skulker :”your higher ups have instructed that I keep him alive.. His soul separation ability is of great use to them.. And me, as well as his other abilities. “

???? :”Has he managed to perfect it?” 

Skulker:”not yet but it's only a matter of time.. All he needs is the proper incentive..”

???? :”I'll leave you to it then”

The figure prepares to leave but stops as if he forgot to tell skulker something. He turns around, pulls out a torn piece of paper from his cloak sleeve and places it on a skulker's hook. 

???? :”I forgot to give you this.”

Skulker: What is it?

???? :”She wanted you to have it.. “

With those words the figure left. Skulker read the note which read "It's been a while hope you're prepared for my comeback". Signed EM. He looked up at the abyssal sky of the ghost zone as if something terrible was approaching. 

Skulker:”That girl is quite the shit talker!”

To be continued…. END OF ARC 1

READ the other released Chapters here

Welp, we finally made it to the end of the first arc, now we're finally entering the nitty gritty of the story!These 2 chapters were initially written as one long one, so I figured I'd just drop them together like the last 2.

I hope you guys have enjoyed it so far and I hope you'll keep reading!

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Pocky Games with the MHA Boys

Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Fumikage Tokoyami

You and the rest of Class 1-A were in the common area. You had free time and nothing better to do it. Mina jumped up happily. “Hey guys~ I found something fun online named ‘the pocky challenge.’ Let’s play it” She holds a pack of Pockys. Everyone was looking at her confused. Bakugo scoffed. “What the fuck is a pocky challenge?” Mina grinned. “Two people earth both sides of a pocky. The first one to pull back loses. It’s simple and sounds fun right?” Everyone looked at each other. Some of them were unsure of it. Some others nodded with a hint of curiosity.

Mina took a Pocky out of the pack. “So who wants to go first?” You grinned. “I wanna try it!” Mina beamed at you happily. “Really? You’d actually do it?! YAY”  She said and handed you the pocky. You put the pocky in your mouth, turning towards your classmates. “Who wants to eat the other end?” You smirked.

Denki Kaminari

Denki jumped up immediately. “ME! I will do it!!” He shouted loudly and happily. You smirked at him. “Ready to lose?” Denki rolled his eyes and smirked back. “I’m not going to lose.” He grabbed the other end of the pocky, putting it in his mouth. “Let’s begin.” Mina said cheerfully with a big smile on her face.

Denki and you started to eat the pocky, getting closer and closer to each other. The room was quiet except for the sounds of the pocky breaking. Denki startet to reach the middle of the pocky, a cocky smile on his face. There was only a little bit of the pocky left. Denki looked at the pocky and then at you. He has a faint blush on his cheeks. You winked at him. “Last chance to give up and pull away” Denki smiled softly. “You think I’ll give up that easily?” His lips were close to yours. The only thing separating them was the thin layer of the pocky. “I think I’m gonna win.” You just smiled at him. “You’re not pulling away…” “You’re not pulling away either.” He smiled and took your face in his hands, closing the distance between you. His lips were gracing yours softly and gentle. His arms wrapping around your waist. He pulled you closer automatically, deepening the kiss. As you broke the kiss for a moment to catch your breath you were smiling at him. You turned around to the others. “I hope no one wants to play this game with Denki. He’s mine now.” You grinned and Mina gasped dramatically. “What? You’re claiming him now?! Not fair.” Denki chuckled. “Is that so?” He said and gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “I like the sound of that.” Denki leaned in once more, capturing your lips in another one, this time more passionate.

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo walked towards you, taking the other end of the pocky without saying a word. You smirked. “You sure you wanna lose?” Bakugo scoffed. “I won’t lose.” Mina declared the start of the game. Bakugo started eating his end, slowly inching closer to you. You did the same. The closer you were to each other, the more he smirked. Bakugo wanted to claim not only victory but also your lips. With one last bite, his lips met yours in a passionate and heated kiss.

He pulled you towards his lap, his lips never leaving yours, as the kiss became more desperate and needy. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip. As soon as you parted your lips slightly, he took this opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth hungrily. “Woah guys, stop making out.” Eijiro said and chuckled. Bakugo broke the kiss and turned to look at Eijiro annoyed but his face was flushed. “Shut the hell up, shitty hair.”

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima grinned. “I’ll try it.” Eijiro slowly and hesitantly put the pocky in his mouth. You smiled. “You sure you can handle this, Kiri?”. He nodded his head, his face red. Mina started to count. “1…2…3!

You both started to eat the pocky, slowly getting closer to you. Your eyes were locked on his. Kirishima was blushing even more, he could feel your breath on his lips. “You can pull away, Kiri.” You said sweetly. He gulped by the sound of your voice, shaking his head lightly. He stopped, unsure what to do. Before he could think about pulling away, your lips were on his, eating the last bit of the pocky. Kirishima’s eyes widened as your lips met his. He froze for a moment before slowly kissing back. You pulled away with a grin. “Next time I let you pull away.” He was blushing, his face red like his hair. “That was unfair!” You chuckled. “Wanna have a rematch then?” You asked, holding a new pocky in your hand. Kirishima looked between you and the pocky before a sly grin was forming on his face. “You’re on…!”

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto looked at you with a faint smile. “I will.” “You sure? I won’t let you win.” He put the pocky in his mouth. “Don’t try to pull away too soon.” He said with such confidence. You smirked. “You think you’ll be able to last long?”

He was determined to win, but the closer he got the more nervous he became. The pocky was almost gone.

“You can still pull away and admit defeat, Shoto.” “I’m not backing down.” He said before taking the last bit of the pocky in his mouth. “Looks like I won…” he smirked. “You sure?” You said and Mina started giggling. “There is a little tiny bit left Shoto!” Mina exclaimed excitedly. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh is that so?” He pulled you closer. You were so surprised that you let the last tiny pocky part fall out of your mouth. Shoto smirked. “Told you I will win…” You blushed and mumbled “unfair”. “Not my fault if you were too distracted to finish the pocky.” You pouted and Shoto closed the distance to give you a quick peck on the lips. “Satisfied?” You blushed even more. “You’re a tease…”

Fumikage Tokoyami

No one said everything. “I think Fumikage would be a good pick.” Mina said, pushing Fumikage towards you. He blushed as he saw you put the pocky in your mouth. Mina and the rest were chattering. “This will be really good and interesting.” Fumikage leaned forward, putting the other end in his mouth, looking away. “No need to be shy.” He blushed even more, his face getting redder as he was getting closer to you. “You know,you can always pull away, if you feel uncomfortable.” He shook his head slightly, as he kept eating the pocky slowly. The Pocky was slowly disappearing, your faces were getting closer to each other. Fumikage looked into your eyes, bright red, as the pocky was almost gone. He gazed at your lips, his face not dark red and then it happened. The pocky broke and Fumikage looked at you in shock. “I…I didn’t mean to bite it!” Mina and Sero squealed happily. “YES YOU LOST!” Even Bakugo started laughing. “Haha you lost birdboy. You were close though.” Fumikage looked down, embarrassed. You patted his shoulder. “It was close.” You smiled softly at him. “I still lost.” He said defeated but Mina interrupted him. “I’m saving this video for blackmail purposes!!” “Don’t listen to her. I will prevent it.” You comforted him. “We can do another round later, if you want.” You gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks. Fumikages eyes widened as he mumbled something that sounded like a “sure thing.”

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