#Even though now they are about same height

[hockeyboistrash]

i wanna be the one you call | m.k

So here it is. The first part to my firefighter au. This has been cooking for a while after reading @theonottsbxtch amazing firefighter!oscar fic (which you should definitely check out) I’d also like to thank @captain-huggy-bear for listening to me talk your ear off about this au 🫶🏻

I’ll put warnings up for each chapter but generally there will be mentions of blood and accidents because ya know they’re firefighters. I don’t go into too much detail though.

chapter summary: after another failed date, michael is ready to give up on finding love. however, bumping into you changes that. chapter warnings: none

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Michael walked down the quiet street, a takeout box in his hand. Another failed date to add to the ever growing list. This time she didn't even stay for dessert. That's what was in the box he was carrying, the cake he had ordered for the two of them. Now he was taking it home to eat by himself as he watched trashy tv. Michael didn't know what he did this time. It was always the same criticisms. He was either too loud, too much, or his job got in the way. He couldn't help it though because that's just who he was. Michael was someone who loved with his entire heart and that included his job as a firefighter. 

When Michael rounded the corner he was met with someone climbing a tree. It wasn’t a super tall one but enough for a cat to get stuck which is what the stranger seems to be doing. The tree was one of multiple that lined the street, bringing greenery to the area. It was currently spring going into summer, the trees losing their blossom to make way for the deep green leaves. 

You thought it’d be a quick rescue, you’d entice the cat enough that they’d get closer to you so you could grab them. The cat however had other ideas, deciding to climb up to the branch above. “Oh come on.” You groaned. You knew exactly who this cat belonged to. The fluffy ginger cat belonged to Mrs Hardy. You wish that woman would keep George inside because it’s not the first time he’s got stuck, and probably won’t be the last. That cat has a proclivity for high places and yet is scared of heights.

You were so close to reaching the cat when you felt your foot slip. You shut your eyes, bracing yourself for the contact with the pavement below but it never came. Instead you were met with a pair of strong arms catching you before you hit the floor. You slowly opened your eyes to a pair of brown ones looking back at you, searching your face to make sure you weren't hurt. “You okay?” Michael asked, gently placing you down. His hand still ghosted your side making sure you were steady. 

You nodded, struggling to string together a sentence. Any and all coherent thoughts were gone. The man who caught you was tall and handsome, his voice was deep. The sleeves of his button up shirt were rolled up showing off his tattoos. It made your stomach do flips. “I’m good, thank you.” You managed to get out just as the cat miraculously got down from the tree when his owner called him, trotting off like he wasn’t just stuck. 

“Mrs Hardy’s cat?” Michael asked, familiar with the cat's antics and recognising the area to be where he hung out. 

“Yep.” You confirmed with a giggle. It was contagious. Michael couldn’t help but join in.

“I’m Michael by the way.” He introduced himself. You told him your name and he repeated it, memorising the way it sounds coming out of his mouth. 

“I should probably let you go on your date.” You said after a moment of silence. It wasn’t awkward but rather comfortable. You couldn’t quite explain why you felt relaxed around him. He was a stranger yet you didn’t want to leave.

“Oh I’m actually coming from a date but she left halfway through.” Michael admitted, running his fingers through his hair. 

“Well it’s her loss.” You told him. “And leaving before trying the best cake in town? She’s missing out.” Michael couldn’t help but smile at that. You were so confident in your words that he knew you weren’t saying it to try and make him feel better but that you actually meant them. 

“D-do you wanna share it?” He asked, gesturing to the takeout box he was carrying. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his, worried that you would laugh in his face and walk away. Kinda like the other girls did. You weren’t like those girls though and Michael was quick to learn that. 

“O-okay. Yeah sure. I’d like that.” You said. The two of you then began walking towards the bench that was just up the road. You were side by side, your hands brushing. You could feel your hand twitch, the urge to hold his hand was strong. 

Michael sat down next to you, not leaving any space between you. His leg and shoulder pressed against yours. It wasn’t difficult though due to Michaels size. The two of you took it in turns taking a bit of cake, talking about random things. To an outsider passing by you wouldn’t be able to tell that you have just met. 

Even with the cake finished you still sat on the bench talking. The sun began setting, casting an orange glow on the street. Michael looked at you, really looked at you. The way your eyes twinkled in the sun, the way little dimples appear when you smile. He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. You leaned forward, your nose brushing his. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to taste his lips on yours, the slight sweetness from the cake. You were going to kiss him but then his phone rang interrupting you both. Michael groaned as he looked at his phone. He mumbled that he had to take it and stepped away.

When Michael came back to the bench his smile was gone. “I-I’m so sorry. I have to go. That was work. There’s an emergency and-”

“It’s okay.” You assured him with a huge smile, placing your hand on his arm. Relief washed over Michael. He wasn’t expecting that reaction. His last girlfriend always got upset at him for being called into work unexpectedly during their dates. He couldn’t help it though. It wasn’t like fires stopped burning because he was on a date. “Here.” You said, reaching for a bit of scrap paper to write your number down. “That’s my number. You can message me if you want. I heard the lemon cake is good.” 

“Yeah. Yes definitely.” Michael said, unable to hide his excitement. 

-x-

The grin never left Michael’s face and his friends noticed. They had just come back from the call and sat down at the table to eat. Logan and Josh snickered between them, gesturing to how engrossed in his phone Michael was, ignoring the food on his plate. “Take it the date went well then?” Logan spoke up. 

“No, she left halfway through.” He told him. Some of the other guys had stopped what they were doing, curious about what Michael was telling them. They loved hearing about his dating life, or lack of. 

“Then why are you grinning like an idiot? Josh asked. “Well more than usual.”

“I- err- I met someone.” Michael admitted. He didn’t know why he let it slip knowing full well the guys will tease him for the next couple of weeks, months even. “I saved her from falling out of a tree, we talked, and then she gave me her number.” The guys cheered and hollered, happy for their friend.

“Have you texted her yet?” John asked, leaning in between Michael and Logan. 

“No, I-I don’t know what to say.” 

Jack sighed, plucking Michael’s phone out of his hand. “All you need to put is ‘Hey, it’s Michael, the guy who saved your life. Are you free this weekend? I’d love to see you again’.” He said as he typed out the message. “And send.”

“What?! Why did you send it?!” Michael exclaimed, snatching his phone out of Jack’s hands. 

“Because you were never going to text her.” He said, holding his hand up while the other snickered. It was probably true. Michael was so scared to mess things up that he didn’t want to text you. 

As soon as the text sent a chime could be heard from the entryway. Everyone in the dining room glanced at each other before rolling back in their chairs to see who it was. There was no way the girl Michael had texted was in the firehouse, right?

“Guys. That’s her.” Michael whispered, afraid that you’d somehow hear him. 

“Wow she’s pretty.” Josh said, earning an elbow in his side.

“How does she know Cap’?” Logan asked, watching as you and Clay greeted each other with a hug. 

“That’s his sister.” Alex said out of nowhere, sat on the couch reading the newspaper. Everyone but Michael started laughing, finding it funny that the girl he was talking to and was interested in turned out to be their captain’s sister. 

Michael excused himself, needing somewhere quiet to think. He chose the floor where the fire engines are parked when they weren’t out on a call. He started cleaning one of them, berating himself that he almost kissed his Captain's sister. That he saved her life then shared some cake. He had to have the worst luck in his lovelife. There was no way he could continue the relationship. Not only does it break the unspoken rule of ‘don’t date your friend's sister’ but Michael owed everything to Clay and he couldn’t ruin his trust.

“You didn’t tell me you were a firefighter.” You said, leaning against the fire engine. You clearly spotted the firefighter before he could hide, not that you could be stealthy at six foot five.

Michael sighed. He was going to do it. He was going to end your relationship before it could even start. “I don’t think we should go out again.” Michael said, looking straight ahead, not being able to look at you knowing he would lose any resolve. “Your brother is my captain and I think it’d be best if we cooled it. I-I’m sorry.”

You bobbed your head, trying not to let him see how affected you were by his words. “Okay then. I’ll see you around I guess.” You rushed out, wanting to leave quickly so you could break down crying in your car. You were hopeful that this time was different, that you had met a genuine guy who was interested in you. Instead you were destined for heartbreak.

[comatosebunny09]

do you think roomie sylus would get upset if his clothes got mixed up and we stole his hoodie? 🤭

Upset? No. A little feral? Possibly.

I could see you offering to wash his clothes after he comes back from a work conference—he should really talk to HR about how frequent and inopportune these things are. Man literally drops everything to take off the same day to god knows where for unspecified periods of time.

It’s the least you could do when he comes home, looking like death incarnate. This way, he can take a load off while you welcome him back in your own special way. You opt to wash your clothes, too, while you’re at it. Two birds, one stone.

You’re sure you pack all his things into his laundry basket when you’re done, neatly folded and smelling less like iron and more like crisp linen. So you’re a little surprised when, about a week later, whilst rummaging through your dresser for something to throw on, you come across an unidentified hoodie.

It’s oddly Sylus-shaped, you think as you hold it up to the mid-morning light. It’s black, brushed cashmere, and half your height. Yep. Definitely his.

You contemplate giving it back, but decide to give it a test run instead. See how it feels to walk around like a suspiciously wealthy and unfairly massive bastard.

You didn’t even think he owned a hoodie, so used to seeing him in expensive sweaters and cardigans when he’s around the house—you keep it pretty cool for the summer. Naturally, you both walk around bundled up like it’s fall.

Definitely not an excuse for you to shove your frigid toes into his lap when you’re sitting on the couch. And certainly not an excuse for him to tuck you close under the pretense of you being his little space heater.

Slipping into his hoodie, the hem dusts your knees, hiding your shorts, and the sleeves spill past your fingertips. It’s so big, it swallows you whole. You feel like a mage in training playing dress-up. But it smells faintly of that cologne he wears beneath the laundry detergent, and that alone is enough to convince you to keep it on.

You walk down the stairs towards the kitchen to join Sylus for a late breakfast.

He’s already seated at the table, kissed by the sunlight spilling through the blinds. He’s nursing a mug of steaming, black coffee, lazily swiping through something on his tablet. His hair’s tousled like he just rolled out of bed himself. As expected, he poured himself into a sweater with a price tag that’d make your paycheck tremble.

You expect a nod, a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgement, or a rough “Good morning” when you near the table. Not for him to freeze mid-sip, brows lifting to his hairline, eyes locked on you like you’ve grown a third leg overnight. Mephisto, too, stops poking at his iridescent feathers to ingest you with those gemlike eyes.

You slow your steps. You round the table, dropping a hand on the chair’s lip. Scoff as Sylus sets his mug down like he’s never been coordinated in his life.

“What?” you ask, arching a skeptical brow.

“That’s mine,” he answers flatly, though there’s something you can’t quite put your finger on woven into the threads of his tone.

You look down, toying with the hoodie’s hem, shifting your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Sheepishly, you rub the back of your neck, an awkward laugh burbling in your throat.

“Yeah. Got mixed up with my clothes somehow. Didn’t notice until today.” You give a little twirl, the fringe fluttering around your knees. “Don’t I make it look good?”

He’s still staring. Still studying you with an intensity that makes something cool seep into the chasm of your belly. The tendons in his jaw jump like he’s working complicated equations in his mind.

“Do you want it back?” you finally query after some moments in heavy silence. If he’s miffed, you have no qualms giving it back.

It’s an innocent question to you, yet it hangs in the air like charged particles moving way too fast.

Now, the hoodie’s an amalgamation of your scents. And it’s touched your skin—skin Sylus has had less than savory thoughts about after getting peeks of it when you trot around the house in those shorts that push him closer and closer to the brink.

Somehow, the idea of his clothes brushing intimate places on your body causes his brain to malfunction, and it’s pretty much fucked up whatever safe and linear thoughts he had prepared for the day.

He draws in a slow, shaky breath. Hardly noticeable. “No. It looks…better on you.” The words sound as if they’re reluctantly coaxed from him.

You snort, turning your head towards the window, warmth prickling your neck.

“You’re only saying that ‘cause you like seeing me in something that’s yours.” You’re half joking, mocking, but partly serious.

“That, and the way your thighs look in it,” he counters, not missing a step.

You choke on your spittle. Don’t miss that wolfish, self-assured tug on his lips as he brings his mug up for another sip of his coffee. You pound on your chest to dislodge the saliva, shooting him a glare when you’re done being dramatic.

“You should eat before your breakfast gets cold,” he says, too calm, too complacent, signaling to the spread with his coffee.

Eyeing him suspiciously, you draw the chair back and slip onto it, chomping on a piece of bacon like an annoyed little gerbil.

That smirk never leaves his face, even as he returns his attention to his tablet. That warm, fluttery feeling in your chest never subsides, because you swear you catch him glimpsing your legs now and again when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

[yourstrulynobody]

One of my short chapters for 2ET! With the maximum of 552 words + 3,119 characters :) (dont mind that hes lacking his extra arms, I was struggling on where to place them so I just didnt add them in the end </3)

I was practicing on how to color without the need of outline and being only guided by the sketch, so I thought this (poster?) would be a great way to practice it and I actually like how it turned out :D!!

(Writing is under cut)

Eclipse was slumped on the bench of his cold cell, four rose-colored eyes looking downward into the cracked ground. After hours of trying to remove the golden chains that circled his wrists, he gave up and sat in defeated silence—his heavy breathing being the only thing that tore the deafening sound.

He moved his gaze towards his hand then to his arm, seeing the display of several cuts etched into his dark skin. He hasn't even processed the explosion that landed on his other arm, making every wind blow a wave of pain all over his body, and that scar affected his right eyes, too, making it hard to keep them open under the blinding light of the cell.

He may have been a legend, but still just some immortal nontheless.

A legendary immortal with centuries worth of bloodshed he alone unleashed on the skies and the seas, not caring who died because of his actions... But that was a routine he grew weary of.

So when the gods demanded for his arrest, he surrended himself quietly as he's roughly escorted into the godly realm. No useless cursing escaped his mouth just as no defiant attacks were launced at the warriors. The only 'scene' he had caused was a desperate attempt to ease the pressure that burned his wrists like hot coals.

His head fell backwards, hitting the wall with a muted thud. Though the chill of the cell collided with the blazing heat affecting his wrists, he found a way to relax by steading his sluggish breathing—no wonder he felt as though someone was choking him.

...

Silence.

It was silent, but only for a moment. The next moment, the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed off the stone walls, making Eclipse groan in irritation. Just as he found peace, some pathetic low-life had to ruin it all.

Why couldn't peaceful moments just last longer? And why can't those longer be forever?

Eclipse hisses as a sharp and cold metal slides between the chain and his neck, hooking onto it before hes pulled to his feet in an instant. His fingers scratched at the golden chains around his wrists, ignoring the sorching heat it brought to his claws.

"Got a nicer way to greet me?" Eclipse snarls as he rises to his full height, towering over the guard in an instant.

The guard's eyes narrow behind his helmet. "You've brought destruction everywhere you went." He nudges his spear closer to him, forcing Eclipse to do the same thing in a stumble. "Now, dont you keep the gods waiting any longer."

Eclipse rolls his eyes, making him wince slightly due to the new scar on his right pair. "Why should I care about how long theyve waited? Oh, how irritated they must be with their patience running out." He mocks. "Mind you, they made mine run out long ago—with all those pathetic excuses of theirs."

"Silence." The guard barks out the order though it brought nothing but another eyeroll from the prisoner. "Move along."

With another tug, Eclipse stumbles out the cell, spear still pressed harshly on his skin and hes forced to walk like this until he reaches the trial room.

So much for being feared. He was being toyed with now that the gods had their hands on him.

[ddejavvu]

Hey! I really enjoy your Bradley Bradshaw writing and all of you TOP GUN writing in general. I was wondering if you could write a Rooster fic where he comes back from deployment and you go tap him out and maybe smut or just fluff. Thank you!

Many of the soldiers standing before you have similar heights and builds as Bradley, and they're all clad in the same uniform, but none of them have his mustache.

You weave your way through rows of statue-like soldiers, watching the people around you reach their loved ones before you do and eagerly wrap them in a hug to tap them out. You have something a little more creative planned for Bradley, but you offer sweet smiles to any of the couples that catch your eye.

You're lucky to have this opportunity- you'd only found out this morning, and if Bradley hadn't had such an abnormally short deployment, you'd have had to announce it on video chat. But he's here, and you mill your way towards him with shaky legs.

Finally you reach him, planting your feet firmly in front of him and drifting into his line of sight.

"Hi Brad." You hum, giddiness in your voice even though you try to casually mask it.

"I know I'm supposed to touch you. But I have something to tell you first. It's important," Your voice trembles, with excitement, nerves, almost fear, "And it's probably so cruel of me to do it right now but I have to. Bradley," You take a deep breath, clutching the plastic in your hand, "I'm pregnant."

You see him comprehend you. You see the tightening of his calves, the minute widening of his eyes, the way he seems to rock in place like a statue stood in an ocean- beat relentlessly by waves, but ultimately unmoving.

You wait a second, two seconds, three seconds before tentatively reaching out, your free hand drifting towards his shoulder before lowering tenderly, barely-there, feather light.

The second he feels your touch on his shoulder you nearly hit the ground.

He wraps you in a hug so fiercely that you almost topple, a choked sob coming from his lungs as every reaction he's felt for the past ten seconds is finally able to escape. His shoulders shake with sobs and he rocks you back and forth, holding tight to you for the first time in almost four months.

"Oh my god," He groans, ragged and wet into your shoulder, "Oh my god, you're having a baby?"

"We're having a baby," You confirm, your voice timid against his chest, "Bradley, is that- do you want that?"

He wrenches away from you, but his arms stay tightly latched to your frame. He nods vigorously, his eyes intensely sincere, "Of course. Of course I do."

"Good," You crumple with your own sobs, tears falling down your cheeks as all of the tension in your body releases. You and Bradley have talked about kids before, but it's mostly a distant dream rather than a slight swell in your belly. He's on active duty, you could be raising your kid without him most days, but if he wants this with you, you want this with him.

"That was mean," Bradley laughs wetly when you've re-embraced, his voice muffled into your neck as his mustache grates against your skin, "I couldn't move!"

"I know," You admit sheepishly, but you can't stop yourself from giggling either, "I just wanted it to be special!"

"It was very special." Bradley hums, planting a firm kiss to your neck before pulling away, "Does anyone else know?"

"No. Just us." You grin, and your heart swells in your chest as he presses his own smile against yours for a kiss that's four months overdue.

[littlegeecko]

I'm interested in the student - teacher dynamic stickMasterLuke and Dusekkar had!! If you don't mind going into detail👉👈

Of course! it's a bit short since i try not too get too much into the plot itself, but i'll give a few deets and art : ) If yall wanna know about Luke separatedly just ask ahead

First of all, my Luke design in question:

Technically Luke is both Builderman's and Dusekkar's student, they both taught him very different things- Builderman taught him about the basics of coding (Though Luke always seemed to have a natural talent for it) how to be a proper admin, the whole arquitect part of being a builder, how to exercise his creative ideas into real things, etc etc... While Dusekkar was teaching him more personal things- like how to preen himself properly, control his natural powers, and most importantly, how to fly while his wings were still small and required a lot of care and movement

I like to think that, while Luke didn't grow up entirely alone, he did spend a lot of time by himself due to being the runt of the group (developing way later compared to his family members), his shyness, often hiding away from others (including his fear of heights) and his apparent lack of attention span (often daydreaming about building stuff and with a bajillion ideas going thru his mind made him quite the distracted kid and later young adult) So it's a good thing that Dusekkar later realized his potential as a builder, but also as the humanoid, magical being he was, just like himself; he just needed to learn how to control it and grow as a person.

Eventually Luke grew up and his entire body went thru a transforation of sorts, becoming taller, stronger, and his wings gaining their proper, majestic size, the same with his vine-antlers growing flowers and turning different colors. Dusekkar couldn't be more proud of him, even if he later decided to stop being an admin and become a full-time builder, leaving RBHQ behind.

Dusekkar showed him the paths he could take, and didn't matter what he picked, he was proud of the man Luke became at the end; confident, protecting those in need, and an excellent, creative builder.

Luke never stopped being that silly, shy young man Dusekkar first met, he's just a lot more open and confident now :J

....Dusekkar is just glad Luke wasn't around when he was Forsaken'd, he loves that kid, he don't want anything bad to happen to him.

[gojoworshipper]

Love is a drug

Levi x flirty, hospitalised F!Reader [ Veryyyyyy short One shot ] Summary: You're pretty badly injured from a mission, Levi visits you. sfw. Not an established relationship, but clearly some things have happened. Unresolved feelings.

You wake up in a bed somewhere, covered in bandages, the smell of blood and alcohol fills your nose, a bowl of red water near you with someone squeezing a stained towel above it. The room is so dark with candles keeping you from seeing the entirety of the room.

Memories of smoke, sunlight, cries and battle screams, white and silver, titans. You jump up from the bed, scaring the person in the room and almost knocking over the large bowl.

“What…what the hell am I doing here? What happened.” Your throat is so dry.

“You’re alright, just please calm down-” someone says, but you feel so dizzy, and you crash back down in bed.

Light pours in through the curtains. You slowly open your eyes; cloth and the dryness of your skin are the first things you feel. You can’t sense the other presence in the room. Your body aches and it feels like you’ve been ripped apart, wrongly stitched back together.

“Hey.” Levi.

“What-” Your voice is raspy and dry.

“You did something really stupid, and now you're here.”

Oh…right I did do something stupid, didn’t it?

“Yeah, I remember. Saved your ass though.” You yawn, a hint of normalcy among the confusion.

“Tch, you wouldn’t have been much use to me dead, I would probably have been worse off even.” His mouth slanted downwards.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t know what to do without me around? Wouldn’t have anyone to kiss and feel huh.” You giggle, absentmindedly speaking while examining the damage done to your body.

He flinches, and you notice.

A light blush on the side of your cheeks, whilst his ears are way too red to not be a medical problem.

“Maybe next time I will let you get killed. It’ll teach you a lesson about being less stupid.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, staring out the window.

“Yeah, ok. Is that all you came to say.” You huff, embarrassed at the heat you know he can see on your face.

Since when have I started to get flustered with him or with anyone I mindlessly flirt with like this?

Levi recaps what the doctor had said about your injuries, some internal bleeding and cuts that have scabbed well already, two broken ribs. Nothing you haven't experienced before. 

“For how long will I be lucky that this is the extent of the damage I take?” You mumble.

Levi pauses, stares at you, focused on every flex of your jaw and facial muscle. 

“Not long if you pull the same reckless shit.” He monotonously answers a question you were clearly only asking yourself.

You suddenly look up and hold his stare, and he almost loses his breath at the way your face melts into what looks like exhaustion, resignation, and serenity.

Your head is tilted to the side, your lips tugged up, eyes lazily kept open, the faint blush of your cheeks still visible.

Your pupils are so dilated even with the amount of sunlight in the room. 

He swallows hard.

“Why are-” He clears his throat like it will clear his mind. “Why are your pupils so blown out?” 

Suddenly, your face seems, somehow, more embarrassed than earlier.

 What the hell, why do I feel ashamed that they are?

“Oh…um they probably gave me morphine for the pain,” You lift your arms up at the height of your shoulders and wince, clearly its excruciating. Quickly, you lower your arms and your hands cover your face.

They didn’t give you morphine. Levi knows this. You might too.

[hey-sacramento]

truly, i wish more people understood this and that this is how i approach it. so many people act like shipping rpf is the equivalent of being a freak but i'm literally just living. i'm not delusional (most of us aren't)

it's so clear that, whatever form it takes, ian and anthony love each other. deadass no cap or whatever else. they have been friends for 25+ years. they still make each other laugh. they became new people. they grew up. they grew apart. and then they came back together.

the thing about childhood friends is, you don't really pick them. they're your schoolmates. they're there. when you're 12 and a boy and your interests are so narrow because your world is so small, it's so so so easy to be "best friends".

ian and anthony's story snatched me by the hair because it's such the ultimate comeback story. it's two men of a certain age who literally grew up together in the public eye, who rose to heights of a new kind of fame no one had ever seen before, who founded this crazy empire that then almost burned up. that left them both bitter and resentful and angry. who went from self proclaimed "living in each other's pockets" to not speaking for years.

anthony was the one who created smosh, but ian was the one who carried it. it's just so crazy to think about it. about how ian has admitted he didn't feel like he did as much as anthony, especially in the early days because anthony could code and edit and he couldn't. but then ian was the one who took the burden and carried it, flailing, for six years. who kept their creation alive. (and in that rise from the ashes of defy media, i think that's when ian finally accepted and made peace that yes, smosh was his too. was theirs. wasn't just a project that his ex-best friend created that ian lucked into. i think accepting that was vital to him growing and changing into the person he needed to be to accept anthony back)

and then they came back together and realized that even though they were such different people now, even though they didn't have those same narrow threads that bound them at twelve (video games and memes and being stuck in the suburbs) they still had something. they still could make each other laugh.

ian and anthony rebuilt their friendship and their company from the ashes of what destroyed them. they chose each other this time. it wasn't circumstance that brought them together, it was choice.

and isn't that love? choosing this person, over and over and over? and no longer just because they're there, because you own a company together, because everyone is relying on you, no. choosing them because you want to.

they have so much love for each other, and i couldn't give a fuck less whether that's romantic or platonic or anything in between; their story is one of the greatest true love stories and it bewitches me.

I'm not sure if they are dating or not but it sure seems like they are at a point where they could just easily like adults accept their feelings and embrace a relationship however one thing I'm sure of is that they're definitely in love with each other.

That is what is beautiful about them is that the love is so truly there. Even if it never tilts realistically to romance it is just so clear and lovely that Ian and Anthony can and do love each other.

Their story from childhood best friends to losing each other, to now, is beautiful and the fact that they can openly express that love and affection for one another is wonderful!!!

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

🍄

[whirlpool-blogs]

Q: Who do you think will score the first goal tonight? Jack: I’m gonna say… I’m gonna go: Matthew Tkachuk, or Jake Guentzel.

[deus-ex-mona]

missing chizuren hours (again)

[screampied]

#CANDY-CRUS(H)ER! t. fushiguro + s. kong

ৎ୭ sum. so, you unlocked a new hot character who just so happens to be toji’s best friend. greaaat! what’s not so great, you might ask? you thinking you can take both of them at the same time . . *digital side eye*

wc. 8.2k

warnings. fem! reader, rent-a-dilf! au, thręesomes, dilf! toji, loser girl reader, unprotected, shiu is sassy for no reason, size differences, spít-roasting, double pęnetration, overstim, praise, ōral (both), dry humping, spanks, manhandling, cowgirl dp, rubbing tips, dirty talk, shiu has a dick piercing, bręeding, bromance? LOL idk, tummy bulges, implied multiple rounds.

an. hi this literally picks up after the first fic! (/ε＼*)

“i feeeeeel like . . i just walked into a bad porno.”

as you’re snuggled up against toji with a burly arm of his wrapped around you, your eyes gradually enlarge. instantly, you couldn’t help but allow your curious eyes to wander at the brand new character who toji apparently already knows.

shiu fuckin’ kong . .

with a lit pink cigarette (that you personally customized for him while dressing him up) sticking from the corner of his lips, your eyes take in his naturally suave appearance—he’s fashionably dripped in a business suit just like how he appeared in the game. it’s a dirty jet-black color, and his hands were already buried in his pockets. he’s tall too, very verrrry lean, you’d guess around the same height as toji.

shiu’s got a demeanor that just screams raunchy respect. as you continued to stare, you heard toji smack his lips from behind your ear . . and oh was he already irritated.

“tch. out of all people, you match with him?” toji grumbles, still feeling the soreness in his calves.

shiu snickers, walking up to the two of you before he grabs your hand. softly, he brings it up to his lips, caressing a thumb over your skin so lovingly. “glad we finally get ‘ta meet, pretty doll,” and shiu’s got a thick husky voice that’s got such an attractive smoky rasp. you could feel your heart fluttering just from that simple gesture, and then shiu’s eyes fell toward toji.

“ah, and… toji? i didn’t know the game allowed bums on the roster. how.. cute.”

narrowing leafy eyes straight back at him, toji lets out a snarling grouse. “anywaaays,” and he turns toward you, a near pout on his lips. “sugar, you can like to delete him now . . or whatever.”

you giggle. “i can’t do that, i wished for him, silly.” and you could already tell toji was getting jealous.

he practically reeked of it, but that’s probably what happens when you get too attached to fictional characters…. oops!

toji huffs at your answer and within a blink of an eye, your attention is already wholly fixated on shiu.

just …. like …… thaaat.

you’re still nude with the fluffed covers shielding your bare chest before your eyes start to rove and wander yet again. shiu hunches over the side of the bed with the same cigarette sticking between his teeth.

in a way, now that you think about it.. he actually resembles toji.

they both had dark black hair — growing, ruff facial hair with strong, citrusy cologne scents.

shiu’s was far much louder though, even louder than toji’s whose you’d always be able to smell from a mile away.

however - you’re so kept up in your thoughts that you don’t even realize he is now cupping your chin.

“my my, girl. look ‘atcha,” shiu’s low voice pitches naturally, taking a subtle glance at a very annoyed toji before tittering. “mhm, mhm. gorgeous face with an even more gorgeous body, my kinda woman,” and as he continued to speak, brushing a thumb over your pursed spit-glossed lips, shiu tilted his head. “toji couldn’t handle a fine girl like you, pretty doll.”

“like you could.” toji cockily crosses his arms, bulgy veins in his arms protruding within each confident flex.

“oh i can, sweetheart,” shiu looks at toji while he’s still caressing your chin.

you held back a giggle, hearing toji’s ‘weirdo…’ of a mumble slip past his lips at the little petname shiu gave him.

the air felt substantially thick, and you had to repeatedly blink again, and again and again..

this still didn’t even feel real.

the more the soft pad of shiu’s thumb smears alluring circles over your lips, the more you can already feel butterflies bubbling up inside of your tummy. looking down back at you, shiu hums hoarsely. “tell me, dove. what do you want, hm?”

“i…” you timidly croak, nearly gasping once you can feel yourself throbbing underneath the thick covers.

fuck- you just couldn’t think straight. but if you were being completely honest though, you stopped thinking with your brain a long time ago..

you were now thinking between your legs, because as the throbbing above your thighs started to quickly accelerate, you whined out a pretty, “i want you both.”

“oh, please.” toji scoffs, the mental image of having to share you nearly making him gag.

not that long ago, he had one night with you after you wished for him - just one night, and he wanted you all to himself.

he still couldn’t get over how good you rode him, milking him until he was whining for more.

“you heard her, toji,” shiu pried his finger back away from your wet lips, giving his best friend a teasing pat on the shoulder. “the pretty girl wants us both.”

“technically, she wants me. you weren’t even here in the last fic-”

“the… what?”

they started to bicker right before your eyes and you couldn’t help but eye roll.

they were practically arguing like an old married couple.

arguing over . . well, you.

you laid back against the plump pillow as you watched the two broad beefy men before you talked each others ears off. toji was still shirtless, and your eyes landed on his back sometimes expose his entire ripped physique every time he turned to his side.

countless, lightning-shaped scratches ran down his back like stripes, and you felt a bit sheepish knowing you did that.

toji rubs a hand over his neck before hearing a slight ‘crack!’ and groans from the release of tight muscles. you didn’t know why, but the simple action alone made the throbbing from earlier pick up again.

“finee,” toji ends the argument, a pout still displayed on his lips. “whoever makes her cum the most wins.”

shiu smiles to himself—sexily positioning his tie with a single hand before they’re both now turning their gazes toward you.

this was your cue to dramatically gulp, and you did before feeling a cool heat of air starting to wash between your thighs.

as the two men stood before you, you already knew one thing for sure. .

you were about to absolutely crushed - literally.

it didn’t take long at all before you found yourself bent over - arched on all fours with your tongue already rolling its way out your wide open mouth.

your hands, as wobbly as they were, pierced deeply into the rickety mattress. the second shiu lays his tongue flat against your wet cunt, you couldn’t help but mewl out a cute ‘ooooooh!’

he’s positioned behind you, his rosé-colored cigarette tossed in your nearby trash can as he holds your hips in place. meanwhile, toji’s in front of you with a hand placed on top of your raised chin.

“sugaaar, eyes up here,” he grunts, feeling your hands quickly claw their way at his freely nude cock.

toji was still tender from earlier and oh - you knew that entirely.

it’s probably only been about a few hours and he was already missing your pretty tight throat wrapped around his dick. he also couldn’t help but miss how warm you felt from the inside, how good you always clamped on his achingly needy shaft.

“ ‘m gonna need ‘ta see you work that mouth again for me, can you do that?”

“mhm-” you moan, caught off guard once you hear a wind of spit loudly preparing itself in shiu’s mouth.

thick, stubby fingers vertically swipe down your clit before with a messy ‘spat!’ - shiu ends up creating a sticky mess right against your entrance. you’re shivering, starting to lose your train of thought the second his crooked lips invade your folds with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses.

shiu’s messy - and he knew right away how to put his tongue to good use.

two, large hands cup your rocky hips before his pointed nose starts to zigzag its way down the sopping slot of your pussy. “yeaaah, girl, arch more against… mmph- my fuckin’ face,” he grunts, and you’re whimpering before wrapping a hand around toji’s veiny length.

like always, it stands tall before you—his tip a pearly flashing pink with remnants of dried cum dribbling from each stout side.

shiu could feel your hips frantically raising and spotting that cute, adorable arch of yours grow higher from each twisting curl of his tongue inside of you.

as his parched tongue reaches even deeper angles, he flicks his tip against toji’s cum that still lived inside of you. remnants of it still plugged into you, and he didn’t bat a single lash at all once he started to ‘clean’ you up.

“hah- such a sweet taste.” he purrs, using a thumb to spread the right cheek of your ass wider.

shiu lays his tongue fully flat, starting his way from the very top of your hole before slurping down. each loud squelch echoed through your ears, bouncing through each of your thinly made walls.

you honestly felt bad for your neighbors . . then again—this entire time, you sort of forgot about their sheer existence.

oh well! fuck them!

girl, not actually..

but toji and shiu were the exception though!

with shiu still devouring your cunt, you feel toji shuddering once you start to glue a few sloppy kisses against the tender head of his cock.

it’s poorly swollen still, with a blushing pink as a few veins decorate the sides. your hand that wraps around his shaft starts to give it a few pumps, feeling him already melting like wax near the wick of a candle.

“mhm-” his hand grips onto your hair, tightening by the very second. you couldn’t think straight with shiu repeatedly fucking his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt though.

every time his stubbled mustache would brush against your entrance, you’d holler out countless pretty moans. “sooo . . fuckin’ pretty,” toji rasps, cupping a big hand underneath your relaxed jaw.

you’re still stroking him, hearing the wet sloshes of your palm against his skin pitch louder before he groans. with ravened bangs running through his halfway-open eyes, toji brings his angry red tip towards your glossy puckered lips. “ ‘y gonna open for me? f- fuck, that cute throat of yours looks a bit empty.”

instantaneously, your tongue sticks itself out and you moan once toji starts to play with you again.

smack! after smack! - and he’s just softly hitting the teary cream-coated tip of his dick against your needy, sobbing tastebuds continuously..

a curving smirk starts to run across his lips as he watches that pout slowly marinating against your saddened features. “aww, look at that ‘lil frown, so cute,” he teases, your tongue still perfectly rolled out of your lips. shiu’s still eating you from behind, nibbling every few seconds against your nub just to earn a whine out of you. “manners, princess. y’know this.”

“please,” you’d spat, mentally cringing each time his hardened cock slapped itself against the tip of your tongue. you wanted more than just a cheap millisecond of a taste. so so bad..

whiteish strings of pre-cum and your saliva mixed from every time he’d pull his length away from your poor twitching lips. toji hears the wretched whine cutely gargle its way out of your voicebox, and he hums in amusement. letting off an irritated grunt, you poutingly correct yourself. “pretty.. please.”

“atta fuckin’ girl,” toji praises with a slight grumble, greeting your spit-glossed lips with yet another kiss.

he was feral, the sounds of teeth clashing only grew louder by the second as you started to pulse again.

shiu grunts, feeling you sneak a hand near the hem of his slacks. as your wet lips were still being tackled by toji’s, your thumb ghosted against his cottony boxers. the waistband folds from your touch and shiu breathes sharply, inching closer toward your face.

“aw, don’t hog her, toji,” shiu whispers, bringing his pursed lips to yours.

now - they were both kissing you, fighting over who could make your lips swollen first.

you moaned, tasting treacly slings of saliva depart from all sets of lips. toji tsks silently, poking his tongue inside your mouth while shiu playfully nibbles against the bottom of your lip.

you felt so hot - both of them started to put their hands on you, feeling all over your body and you couldn’t help but arch from all the burning touches.

“f- fuuuck.” you’d whimper, your tummy tucking inward in excitement at the feeling of shiu’s fingers skipping down your tummy.

they both had one thing in common for sure. they were fuckin’ handsy..

shiu’s feeling down your chest and toji’s got one hand holding the back of your head, another caressing down your thigh.

“hah- still a messy girl.” toji utters, squeezing your cum-glossed lips together before leaning up close, bringing you into a very hot kiss. you’re moaning, feeling toji’s callused open palms explore their way down your body - pulling your hips up oh-so eagerly.

his knee finds its way between your legs and you pout again. instinctively, that’s when your body starts to hump against his meaty limb.

“heh- she’s so excited,” shiu observes in a smoky whisper, getting up and pressing himself behind you. his lips were still slickly coated with your juices and he licked it clean - his tongue flirtatiously sliding around every damp spot.

with him being the one that was only fully clothed, you whined, feeling shiu’s hardened bulge of a tent press up against your bare ass.

he’s brick-hard, and shiu lets off a guttural groan once you playfully buck your ass back against him before rubbing against toji’s thigh once more. toji’s fat thumbs create a sensual path down your body, locating each pretty curve before grabbing your hips.

cocking his head slightly, his tongue dips inside your mouth before he starts to suck against your slippery wet tongue.

it’s a slow…..intimate action and with peeking flapping eyelids gradually opening, you could see his hooded green eyes already eyeing you.

he’s basically eye fucking you - intently locking eyes with you whilst his tongue battles yours in such a wet yet competitive way.

whenever toji kisses you - he’s just so greedy.

barely even giving you any time to breathe, he sloppily maneuvers his tongue against yours, groaning at each wet share of slaps! that resounds from both smacking lips.

his tongue even slithers its way out of your mouth for a split second, licking down your chin just to get it a bit wet.

shiu rolls his eyes, feeling the bulging tent in his slacks grow the more he stares at you and toji hungrily make out with each other.

“my turn,” shiu grumbles, softly pulling you away. gasping for breaths of fresh air, your lashes flap open for a second and you face shiu.

darkened brown eyes meet yours before he leans in, giving the left side of your neck a nice quick whiff. “mhmm, dove’s already startin’ ‘ta smell like me too, toji..” he whispers lowly, starting to suckle his lips against numerous tender spots of your skin.

you moaned, feeling toji nibble at your other shoulder with his hands meeting your rickety hips.

shiu’s touch was a bit softer, and more gentle while toji was more firm and hungry..

shiu’s painfully slow kisses (that almost felt like the entire world was pausing in the process) made you tingle the deeper he sucks against your tilted neck.

once he finally gets up to your face, shiu cunningly grins once he sees you cutely closing your eyes.

“ah, what’s this? were you expectin’ another kiss?” and your pout was your answer. a sweet, pouty frown tugs at each corner of your lips before shiu kisses the side of your mouth. “aw, poor thing. don’t pout, ‘m just messin’ with ya,” and within milliseconds, shiu’s lips finally slam against yours.

you felt a cool rush jolt down your body, moaning at the grasping, rough hands of both men touching each part of your body.

you’re still grinding against toji’s bulky thigh while whimpering against shiu’s lips - relishing in the faint fresh leavings of smoke on his tongue.

shiu’s got a bittersweet taste to him, and he brings a hand toward the back of your head, softly tilting it to a certain degree. “so needy for more.”

toji starts to breathe heavily, and he’s holding your hips in place, making you stay still. with airy pants leaving out of your wheezing lungs, you couldn’t help but circle your cunt around the center part of his thigh with your hips by shimmying yourself just a bit.

a candied whimper cuts out from your larynx at the sudden tenderness between your legs and you can feel shiu slowly smiling against your lips. “mhm? gonna make a mess on my thigh, girl? ‘s that why you can’t stop humpin’ on me?”

“mmph-” you’d moan as an inaudible response, your noises muffled due to how shiu’s tongue was still shoved down your throat.

you felt so tender. your entire body, it felt like you were on fire - between your legs, specifically.

you couldn’t help but wind your hips back against toji’s thick thigh, your hands finding their way toward your breasts to touch yourself while grinding against his leg.

“mhm, tryna give us a show, too?” toji grunts, verdant squinting eyes roving down your pretty chest.

your grinding doesn’t stop - in fact, you were only starting to get quicker.

shiu’s taking your breath away, literally, and he now starts to lap up the drool that drips down the crevices and corners of your chin. “such a diiiirty girl, didn’t know you get off ‘ta humpin’ my damn thigh, baby.”

“f- fuck, ‘m gonna hah- ohmygoddd!” you’d break away from shiu’s lips abruptly, your back arching as your hips finally come to an overwhelming halt.

you’re cumming - hard, and your cute battle cry of an orgasm was always music to their ears.

you’re feeling hot all over, and you’re steadily whimpering as you shamefully bury your face into the crook of shiu’s neck.

toji’s thigh was still propped up underneath you, slowly soaking with your slick wet mess as your ass continued to pathetically rock back ‘n forth against his veiny leg. “u- ugh, fuuuuck fuck!”

shiu reaches between your legs, giving your overstimulated cunt a niiiice squeeze before raising a brow. “y’er actin’ like this ‘n we haven’t even been inside ‘cha, yet.” you shivered, gasping once you felt the silvery band of shiu’s watch rub against your cunt.

slow - deep, thorough circles..

he’s smearing the front-protected part of the jewelry against your folds, feeling you cutely pulse against the protected glass.

it steams up right away from your wetness, and shiu could even hear just how wet you were.

your pussy was quite vocal—it was loud, sobbing and crying out little wet squelches of its own and you were still so so sensitive..

it’s cold the more he rubs it against the entrance of your pussy and he snickers at your reaction. shiu then starts nipping kisses near your neck once your body starts to shudder from the touch alone.

again, so sensitive..

the watch band instantly gets wet due to the syrupy stickiness that ran between your thighs, rubbing against the leathery strip. “she’s a wet girl today,” toji grunts, sliding his thigh from underneath you.

for some reason though . . you still couldn’t fathom that this was actually real.

toji fushiguro and shiu kong.

both sandwiched between you, sharing you- treating you like a mere rag doll.

then again, maybe this was a sign for you to stop reading so much fanfiction in your spare time and maybe…not get your back blown by literal fictional fuckin’ characters!

but fuck that.

why even bother to care when you can just be delusional right here…right now?

you’re interrupted from your thoughts once more once shiu pulls you into him. “dove- just a bit ago, you did say you wanted us both, yeah?” and you gulped, meeting toji’s eyes as he was on the bottom.

he’s laid out, beefy legs spread with his arms tucked behind his head. cocky cocky cocky.

you held back a moan once your eyes trailed down his overly hairy chest. so much of it too…

dark black bushes decorate down parts of his chest with his tummy a bit round ‘n plump at all angles. you’d probably melt if toji sank all of his weight on you. just putting you in a perfect mating pres-

“hey, focus, pretty,” shiu cups your face. you look at him, leaning into his gingerly soft touch and his body heat practically radiates against your exposed chest. “didya hear what i said?”

“y- yeah,” you sheepishly clear your throat, feeling his hands help you straddle over toji. “i can.. i can take you both.”

humming, shiu easily unbuckles his pants and his pants fall to the floor with a loud thuuud!

toji holds onto your hips tight, groaning before starting to give his cock a few solid beginning strokes.

the anticipation merely killed you - you couldn’t help but turn around, eyes nearly the size of table saucers once you see a glimpse of shiu’s cock.

he’s thick, and to top it all off, of course, he had that pretty ‘lil piercing through his dark pinkish frenulum.

prince fuckin’ albert..

you’d almost forgotten- that was yet another detail you decided to customize while toying with him on the game.

you requested for shiu kong to specifically have a dick piercing along with some of the other … vulgar things you arranged on his character.

you’ve heard about dick piercings but it’s hotter and different once you’re up close.

it’s somewhat pretty in a way - perfectly highlighting his tip as the steel piercing hooks over his frenulum.

it’s tucked right in, all the way in… and yet, for some reason… the more you stared, the more you started to feel yourself salivating.

you gulped so loud that you were almost positive one of them heard you.

shiu’s got a plethora of prominent veins running down each side of his shaft and it proudly stands tall, creamily tearing from each pinkish-tan corner with tears of milky precum.

“heh- i told toji ‘ta get a piercing like this but of course, he chickened out. me personally, man-”

“oh, fuck you,” toji grumbles, narrowing his eyes straight at shiu.

you hover over toji’s length which was also sheeny from the very top. it’s almost cute how his entire tip was so mushroomy and angrily flashing with various blushing colors of reddish pink.

they were both super super thick, and the mere thought of feeling them both stretching you out from the inside had your metaphoric panties in a twist. “i gotcha, sugar. look at me.” toji continues.

“oh, f- fuuuck,” you’d inhale deeply, your cunt immediately opening up at the welcoming gradual stretch of toji’s swollen cockhead.

you’re so tender, slowly sinking your way while your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip.

you’ve already felt toji - but shiu…

your heart’s pulse dramatically quickened by the second as you sank sank sank on toji’s fat cock.

“mhm,” shiu presses his chest against you, helping you secure yourself over toji’s lap.

with toji laid back comfortably, shiu’s right behind you with an arm snaking around your torso. a big hand meets its way between your legs, dragging a stubby thumb down your cunt that’s being stuffed with only about a good half of toji’s length so far. “let us hear that extra stretch, girl,” shiu hoarsely coos against your ear, aligning his leaking tip against your hole.

as a soft ‘mmngh!’ comes out from your lips, you land flat on toji’s hairy chest and he catches you with a smug grin, kissing your forehead.

but god - shiu’s stretch was simply out of this world. your eyes widened even larger than they already were as your lips pathetically spread apart, shaping into a surprised ‘o’ shape.

shiu’s stretching you out in every way possible. he’s groaning once he hears the pretty harmony of squelches leaving from both slick orifices.

his hand remains between your trembling thighs before his fingers start to rub against your pussy.

“there it is. that pretty stretch. ugh- there she fuckin’ iiiiis,” shiu reaches for the wooden headboard, nearly in awe at how perfect you were taking them both. your cunt squawks wetly, and your jaw just couldn’t stop itself from hanging.

the metal ring that glues on top of his tip immediately introduces itself against your puckering hole, giving it a sloppy frigid kiss of its own. with both stout shafts leisurely making their way into you, you were already panting like a dog.

“f.. fuck, so fuckin’ nghhh- big.” you’d moan, a sweaty palm of yours instinctively gripping a part of your ass.

with a tiny ‘lil shake of your hips, you started to grasp your bearings—attempting to start up a pace but cutely failing. saying that they were both big though was purely an understatement.

toji and shiu both had girth for days.

every inch drove its way into your gummy walls deeply, easily locating every possible opening they could rummage through.

you probably looked a mess already as your mouth remained open, dribbling from the corners of your parted sheeny lips with globs of drool..

you honestly couldn’t even compare them though.

inch after fuckin’ inch.. they were each huge in their respective ways - rightfully so!

slowly yet surely, they’re both making their way through your clenching insides as you finally start to rock your pathetic hips forward.

riiiight as toji’s cock sloppily plops! its way against your cunt, he’s fatally bottoming out. while he’s made his way past the tight ring of your barrier, you’re shaking against his chest with your mouth cutely agape the entire time.

“good…hah- girl. clampin’ down on us so good,” toji wheezes, already starting to break a sweat. he’s got your hips glued to his clammy palms, lowly grunting each time he feels your body’s grinding against them trying to quicken. “f.. fuck, shiu. she’s…hah- perfect, ain’t she shiu.”

“mngh- yeah, she is,” shiu groans, slowly starting to thrust forward.

you looked so pretty. from this view, he’s seeing all of your pornographically twisting, facial expressions at once.

you’re whimpering, nearly drooling yet again the more both of them fill each hole like it was nothing. you were sooo slick too - too slick, sloshes and squelches singing out of your pussy every time you rockily slide up ‘n down..

you’re damn near full - and your eyes rolled way back at the delicious stretch that curves through every end inside of you.

shiu’s piercing was the very cherry on top—the icing on the cake.

he’s tickling you in your most sensitive spots on purpose, making you whine out continuous wails of his name until your voice grows raw.

“s.. shiu, f- fuck, uugh-” and toji playfully flicks your forehead, hungry for more attention. “ow!”

“i’m inside you too, y’know.”

you rolled your eyes, nearly forgetting you were being double stuffed for a moment before you leaned in to kiss toji.

he grumbles against your lips, a hand creeping toward your ass before leaning into your sweetly-tasting embrace.

toji’s swallowing every individual moan that trickles away from your wet lips - savoring the saliva that lingers on the flat of your parched tongue.

“mmngh,” he’d then grunt, swatting a hand against your ass. shiu’s groaning while still behind you. his hips strenuously started to buck at a much more bumpy pace.

right then though, his waist snaps! right into your throbbing core, causing a single vigorous thrust to make you squeal.

right there-

your pussy clenches…then clamps…then clenches again and you’re feeling them both reach deep deep deep!

each targeted hit was sloppy - wet, sobbing out squelches every time your ass softly bounces back against toji’s warm lap.

your skin flawlessly ricochets against both bodies that were glued against you. “f- fuuuck, harder.” you’d pant, breathlessly whispering between kisses.

toji grunts, watching as you friskily swipe your tongue across the scar that slashes down his lip.

“mm- arch a bit more f’ me, pretty doll,” shiu roughly murmurs, his abs underneath his dress shirt tightening from each pivotal thrust forward.

oh, his hips were just nasty though. shiu’s literally drilling into you now - acting as if his hips had the occupation of a construction worker.

your sweet, sweet whines that were never-ending, filled the room with the addition of your bed’s creaking cries of mercy. lifting your hips, shiu presses a wet kiss against the inside of your neck. “hah- atta girl, stay like that. juuuust like- that.”

right at the end of his gravelly sentence, shiu’s cock punctuates your core so good that you’re just speechless..

dumbfounded.

entirely stupid.

your lips leave toji’s as you’re whimpering, weakly rocking against his chiseled frame that reclined underneath you. “o- oooh my god, ‘m gonna c.. cum… gonna.. -ngh!” you’d gasp, your left leg already starting to shake.

you’re salivating immensely from both corners of your mouth, taking a second to swallow once you feel toji’s scarred palm slide its way underneath your tummy.

there!

as his hand rubs around the spot, he’s pressing his palm over. a bulge starts to form before disappearing . . then forming again.

“mhm, look at thaaat,” he rasps, sliding a finger around the outline that faintly molds a shape.

they’re in so deep - so fuckin’ deep that you’re barely able to formulate words, let alone coherent sentences as you’re just whimpering out the same three syllables of their names combined.

it’s the same wiiiide stretch occurring after each sloppy thrust and you never get over it. you’re still moaning despite your voice already turning a bit raw..

as you’re still rotating your ass around each cocks that stuffed you full, you’re feeling shiu’s hands spread your ass apart juuuust to see your full puckering hole.

he can’t help but pull out every few seconds, poking a thumb inside just to feel you cutely slump back. every surprised ‘ooooh!’ you’d make always made shiu’s dick twitch - and fuck, did you feel it every time.

occasionally, you felt the bushy hair of toji’s base tickle against your skin. you’re steadily arching, feeling every nerve in your body shiver.

“ ‘m gonna..f- fuckin’ cum too,” toji falls back against your sage velveteen cushioned pillows. you almost forgot how he was still sensitive from before. all because of you.

you’re laid right up against his chest, studying how every few seconds, his expressions would twist.

his hazed, green eyes nearly resembled a color of an emerald—toji’s gruffly groaning, maintaining a solid grip on your hips before huffing out an abrupt. “s.. sugar, ‘y gonna milk me again, f- fuck.”

“always such a baby,” shiu murmurs, snickering once he sees toji’s glare from a blurred side glance. your cunt was so slick, covering them both from the veiny shafts down as you rock rock rocked against them each.

sweet yelping ‘ah’ ‘s would yelp out of you as the pressure continues to build.

their mashing tips were competitive—harshly smearing gluey kisses all around your cervix.

you’re moaning, leaning back against shiu’s chest as he gives your pussy a soft spank. “mhm- pretty doll, cum with toji,” he leans into your ear, his voice a hushed dirty whisper. “make him whine for us, can you do that f’ me, pretty girl?”

“y- yeaaah, shiu,” you’d reply, grabbing his wrist and making him cup onto your jiggling breasts. they were just so pretty - loosely springing free as you bounced, grinding your entire weight against toji’s lap. “fuck, f- fuck.”

meanwhile, shiu’s hands continue to explore your body with them both still puncturing each of your wet orifices.

that same cruel stretch that would occur every few wet split seconds had your back arching, toes submissively curling, jaw idly dangling.

you swore that these types of scenarios only happened in the fanfictions you read, sort of like like this one—i mean, the ones you’d randomly stumble upon in your spare time.

now that it was actually happening though, you never wanted this moment to end.

“fuck, ‘m cummin, - hah,” toji groans, his breath catching in his throat once your hand wraps around his neck. exactly as your fingers snaked around his thick throat, you felt toji’s dick twitch inside of you.

you were both reaching delirious peaks at the same time, moaning together at the sprinkles of elation that spiked through each vein and axon of your body and his. “u- uuugh, take it all, girl. better take it..”

“s.. shit,” you’d whine, your release forcing you to subtly slow down the speed of your hips as the two of you end up finishing.

it’s a slow rush.. and shiu’s still behind you. his hand that was gripping your breast slowly trails its way down your sweaty chest.

as you’re riding him again - toji’s life flashes before his eyes… at least in a video game sense.

it’s almost as if you could see the little pixelated hearts floating above his head, and one suddenly disappears the moment he comes inside of you.

two lives remaining left ! ! !

“g.. god,” he whimpers huskily, clammy sticky black bangs gluing to his forehead. toji’s washboard abs clench as he’s shooting blanks, shooting said blanks deep into your womb. it’s hot, bubbling into your cunt as you writhe around each dick that is stuffed inside of you. “ ‘m gonna marry y’er pussy one day, baby. sooo . . fuckin’ good.”

“hah-” shiu pants, a hand resting on your back, tracing a few imaginary lines down your skin. “like he can even afford a marriage license anyway. i’d have to be the sugar daddy for you both.. heh. not that i’d mind.”

“shut … up.” toji grumbles, wrapping his arms around your torso. you’re still moaning, feeling the gooey masses of cum creaming all down your slit, creating a pearly sheet of slick that eventually coats shiu’s cock also.

it’s a mess-

that much was apparent, but toji could tell by the feral little look in your eyes that you wanted more..

greedy girl.

and more did you get - because once it’s your turn to ride shiu, you felt a feeling of butterflies you’ve never felt with toji.

shiu’s got a different kind of aura to him, an aura that is a liiiitle bit different than toji.

like it was mentioned earlier… just a single glance at shiu kong and you just know that he’s the type of guy who demands respect.

“tch. guess i’ll just go fuck myself,” toji rolls his eyes dramatically, a pout fully displayed on his grim face.

he was obviously kidding and, it was cute to see toji so jealous. he’s had a sweet taste of you for one time and he already wanted more - more of you, and all for himself.

but you did summon shiu from the game also, so double the fun . . right?

you couldn’t help but giggle, watching how toji’s eyes would darken a bit at seeing shiu starting to align you on his wet tip. “shiu- make sure she’s nice ‘n we-”

“toji sweetheart, thank you- but i know how to please a lady,” shiu sassily replies with a tone of suggestive jest, one hand already gripping your waist. “up up, pretty doll. raise those hips f’ me real quick, yeah.. good girl-” he instructs in a raspy voice, feeling your slick cunt gush a bit.

it’s a loud ‘pssssh!’ that squeaks right between your legs, and you’ve seen gnawing on your lip as his pierced cock’s starting to rub circles around your drooling entrance.

“mmh- fuck, shiu,” you’d moan, trying to position yourself right. he’s slouched back with his tie all ruffled, messily about to pull itself out of his suit before he grunts. the coldness of the dick ring makes you shiver, gasping once his hand sharply smacks your ass. “spank me h- harder.”

“mhm- i planned on it, gorgeous,” shiu gravelly whispers against your ear, bringing the center of his palm against your backside once more.

swat! swat! swat!

and your skin jiggles upon impact, pitchy whines leaving from your dried-out throat each second. “ooh, good girl. y’er spoilin’ me with allllll this perfect ass, ‘m afraid, dove.”

toji gets behind you, and you feel his callused fingertips run down your spine once shiu starts to finally lower you down.

it all happens in agonizing slow motion, and your lashes flutter at his wet lips painting even wetter kisses down your spine. you were always a sucker for his touch—frowning at each wet peck that glues against your skin like paste.

“how’s it feel, sugar?” toji murmurs, rough textured hands dragging further down your skin.

your entire body rocks back against his chest, whining loudly once the crude stretch starts to commence again.

shiu grunts, feeling you start to move - seductively swerving your whole ass around in all kinds of circles and shapes.

gasping for each languid breath you possibly could, you whine out a sweet little, “good- mmh, fuck so good,” and you could feel your mouth watering at each millisecond that passes.

his thickness… oh- you’d probably never ever get used to it.

shiu’s fat tip doesn’t take long to disappear inside of you, inviting itself inside of your walls before you give him a loving tight grip.

the pierced crown of his cock massages its way around your cunt, moving its way around before its shimmies into your slobbering core. “s- sooo good, shiu. don’t stop.”

“hah- can see why ya like her, toji.” shiu grits through his teeth, combing a hand through his dampened black tresses.

with his right hand damn near glued to the left jittering cheek of your ass, shiu gives you another hard swat. you’re fully riding him now, the bed’s sudden creaking supporting that very apparent fact before he groans.

“she fits reeeeal nice, mmh- her pussy’s fuckin’ dangerous,” and as he starts to fan himself, slumping back, shiu starts to lie slouch, letting you take over. “…phewww.”

“told you.” toji grouses, a hand finding its way around his cock that’s pulsing with exciting veins. he watched how you were just perfect - effortlessly working your hips on shiu.

you’ve got a grip like shiu’s never felt before.

each time your ass violently slaps back against his meaty thighs, he’s getting whiplash.

shiu’s entirely taken aback too. his grip on your ass lessens as he stares at you with bleary, hooded eyes struggling to open. “mmhhh, work it, girl. fuck me.. f- fuck me,” he’s lowly grunting, feeling his cock already tightening from the inside.

toji’s next to you, flicking his tongue against your neck before sucking on it deeply.

he’s making sure to savor your taste - and oh did you taste sweet.

sweet like candy, and toji fushiguro’s always been one for an occasional sweet tooth; a sugar rush.

the real rush though, was the way your scent drove him crazy.

toji couldn’t help but briefly break his lips away from your skin, trailing his nose down your neck before groaning.

you tasted sweet but fuck was your scent far far sweeter. it was a mixture of your scent along with the manly concoction of them both. both colognes that were so loud in the air, rubbing off across every single part of your body as you moved.

“atta girl, use those hips,” toji huffs, a hand returning on his cock. while giving his cock a few strokes, he’s pressing himself against your back. “f.. fuck, doin’ so good for us. make shiu cum, baby.”

“ugh- damn, she knows how ‘ta fuckin’ ride.. s.. shiiit-” shiu swallows thickly, taking occasional glances at your ass that merrily bounces right back against his cock.

his pierced cockhead plummets its way deep inside of your pussy, tickling against every sensitive spot it could. “yeah, y- yeah.. yeah… look at me, pretty doll. look at me while you ride this dick like a fuckin’ hah- champ.”

“f- fuck,” you’d moan, leaning forward into shiu. that causes your arch to make an arch and it’s a sexy arch that makes toji groan just spotting it. you’re inwardly dipping your hips whilst his sticky fingertips probe all against the near heart shape of your rotating ass. “ ‘m gonna cum again, shiu.”

with a hand softly going around your neck, shiu pulls you in close for a filthy, hot kiss that makes your cunt pulse almost right away.

toji’s rubbing a hand against your stuffed full entrance and you’re whimpering against shiu’s lips. your body’s still rocking at such a speed that even shiu could barely keep up. as your dripping tongue swirls its way around him, he opens his mouth to give you better access.

teeth fiercely clash into each other as both lips smack continuously. shiu’s starting to thrust into you now, slightly raising his hips just so he could pound into you and it makes you gasp.

“mmph-” you’d moan, taking toji’s hand and making him squeeze against your cunt. a thumb of his swipes down your soddened nub and you shudder, still tongue-tied with shiu.

“f- fuck, ‘m cummin’.” he groans, breaking away from the kiss with your damp lips landing on his stubble.

shiu’s sloppily raising his honed-structured hips into you and he’s hitting you good from the inside. his tip’s greeting your cervix like it’s no tomorrow, and you’re whining once your release smoothly follows.

blanks - the two of you shoot blanks, each cumming hard with both jaws dangling like an earring.

you’re holding onto shiu as sweet little yelps shriek out of your throat. “fuck, f.. fuck!” you’d whimper, toji’s hand still maneuvering circles around your convulsing cunt.

shiu’s eyelids were drooped all the way low - he was exhausted, and yet he’s still got that sleazy grin on his face as he’s pouring pasty stripes into your overflowed pussy.

it’s sticky ‘n slimy, two perfect words to describe the mess that was a reoccurring thing for the two of them when it came to you. he pops a feverish miry knot inside of you before it bubbles its way out, sloppily dribbling down the twinned valley of your cracked open thighs.

“g.. goddaaaamn, girl,” shiu spanks your ass one last time, tears and tears of sweat racing all sides of his forehead.

he’s overly glossed in sweat - fanning himself yet again before falling back against your pillow. “hah.. toji,” he looks up at his friend who’s still pouty, stroking his cock and desperately wishing he was inside of you once more.

you looked so hot though - your arms wrapped around shiu as your ass slightly raised.

your neck slightly cranes to see the mess cascading down your sopping clit and you finally see it. creamy fresh clumps and it’s all flowing down your opening live a river - a more lewd version though. its in such a carnal way at how slickly it drizzles down the slot of your sopping pussy that’s overly coated with such amounts that it makes them both grunt.

“mmh.. such a nasty girl,” shiu continued, gently pulling you off of him before playfully rolling you over. “with hips like those, i… hah- might have to keep her,” snickering once he sees toji’s scowl, he corrects himself. “geez, i mean we..”

♡ ♡ ♡

as you’re still trying to get after release after release, you're seeing nothing but a galaxy full of stars.

it’s probably been many many, various…hell- a plethora of positions and you could barely think straight.

toji and shiu each took turns ‘sharing’ you, which mainly consisted of them constantly fighting over you.

you honestly lost count of how many orgasms they snatched out of your left and right. you were almost entirely sure they’d both forgotten about their little bet - seeing just who’d be able to make you cum more.

“f.. fuck,” you’d moan, flopping back against the bed. you’re out of breath, struggling to catch your breath as they both depart. toji’s flustered and shiu’s reaching for a lighter in his wrinkled pants that laid flat across your bed.

“tooooji,” shiu murmurs, pushing the the second pink cigarette between his teeth. “mmph- be a doll ‘n light this for me.”

“die,” toji glares - but despite his insult, he does it anyway.

you’re just laying flat on your pillow, watching the oddly brief intimate moment between the two as your chest heaves in and out.

with green eyes glaring straight at shiu, he leans in close, flicking a thumb over the lighter’s rusty turning wheel.

with a sudden click! the incandescent glowing flame flashes for a split second, burning into the dry butt of the cigarette.

shiu hoarsely hums, inhaling before lowly purring. “thank you, sweetheart,” and before he could even care what toji’s next response was, shiu gets between your legs.

shiu’s hands were so warm… they spread your slick-dripping thighs apart perfectly, getting a nice view of the mess they both created.

with the cigarette still tucked firmly between his teeth, he swipes a thumb down your buttery-coated clit that’s glittering from the entrance with wads ‘n wads of freshly hot cum. “such a…messy girl,” and he’s so close that his balmy breath wafts against the opening of your pussy.

you moaned, seeing toji licking his lips through your peripherals. tilting his head, shiu pulls out the stick for a moment, breathing out a cloudy puff of air. “toji, c’mere. our girl needs a proper cleanin’.”

“tsk. shiu, don’t tell me what to do,” toji grouses under his breath, already inching his face closer between the sprawled-out arc of your thighs.

so, so pretty -

they each filled you to the very brim. every single orifice was stuffed, oozing with such syrupy amounts. lanky strips of velvety cum plugged deep into your full womb, making you feel warmer than you’ve ever felt.

your toes curled as you sweetly whimpered, feeling both of their tongues create tender strokes against your pussy.

they ‘ahhh’ lowly, sloppily slurping their messes as you’re writhing on each twitching muscle that laps against your runny folds.

“mmnh- don’t stop,” you’d whine, pawing both hands at the crowns of their jerking heads.

instantly, your fingers get tangled with every ravened hair that silky runs through your fingertips.

gawking down with blurred irises, they’re both lewdly eating you out at the same time. shiu’s eyes were closed and he was all calm, a small tiny smile creasing against his lips . .

meanwhile, toji, he’s just glaring at shiu. a vein nearly bulges out of the side of his forehead as he cups his lips around your cunt. he’s eating you out like his life depended on it.

of course- everything with him just had to be a competition.

not that you were one to complain though.

two of the men that you wished for on this stupid dating app… game… whatever it was had you living every girl’s dream.

eventually though, as they’re lapping hot tongues up ‘n down your sticky cunt that’s painting each of their chiseled chins with a glittery wet stream of slick, you lean back moaning.

with your back submissively arching, your toes shrivel into a cute curl once more. they roll their tongues all the way flat, dragging and fucking its entire length inside of you just to hear you squeal.

toji’s dipping his tongue in and out while shiu’s thoroughly licking around every area - and eventually, their tongues end up touching.

but as you’re moaning, you suddenly feel them stop.

panting, you look down, muttering out a quiet, “w- what happene.. oh.”

and much to your surprise (not really), you glance down and see the two of them making out.

making out and eating you out at the same time. shiu snickers, cupping toji’s face with one hand, his cigarette gripped with his extra remaining fingers.

your pussy the third wheel- literally, and their lips mash against each other and your folds as they compete even still at devouring your twitching heat.

toji’s kisses back, grunting once he feels shiu reach between his legs—wrapping a hand around his friend’s length.

you grow meek, watching the two as you started to pulse—they were tongue deep, and toji’s veiny shaft was tender from shiu’s touch alone.

shiu grabbed his dick, rubbing his pierced tip against toji’s and they both groaned upon contact.

the plush textures of both swollen cockheads were so tender - as they rubbed against each other, you heard them both quietly groaning.

toji whined though, it was faint but you definitely heard it.

“i’m…literally….still here guys,” you force a grin, your lashes flickering within each blink.

“yes, girl. we know,” shiu murmurs with slight sass in his tone, reluctantly prying away from toji.

they’re both panting like untamed animals—tasting remnants of you on each of their sticky tongues before finally departing. shiu then turns toward you, leaning in, and gives you a head pat. “i think we’ll take it from here.”

with confusion aching near the left lobe of your brain - your brows furrow, staring at the pair and how toji suddenly bends over.

what in the...

“hm, toji. let’s see if your arch is as good as i remember.” shiu cocks his head, rubbing a finger underneath his chin.

toji grumbles before cockily snickering. “it’s better than hers, that’s for damn sure.”

“excuse m-”

“quiet, pretty doll,” shiu interrupts you with a warm smile. he gives you a kiss on the forehead, seeing the invisible question marks pop all around your head before turning back to toji.

“but, oh yeah? let’s see it then, big guy. show the pretty girl how it’s really done.”

[deoidesign]

A general cane guide for writers and artists (from a cane user, writer, and artist!)

Disclaimer: Though I have been using a cane for 6 years, I am not a doctor, nor am I by any means an expert. This guide is true to my experience, but there are as many ways to use a cane as there are cane users!

This guide will not include: White canes for blindness, crutches, walkers, or wheelchairs as I have no personal experience with these.

This is meant to be a general guide to get you started and avoid some common mishaps/misconceptions in your writing, but you absolutely should continue to do your own research outside of this guide!

This is NOT a medical resource!!! And never tell a real person you think they're using a cane wrong!

The biggest recurring problem I've seen is using the cane on the wrong side. The cane goes on the opposite side of the pain! If your character has even-sided pain or needs it for balance/weakness, then use the cane in the non-dominant hand to keep the dominant hand free. Some cane users also switch sides to give their arm a rest!

A cane takes about 20% of your weight off the opposite leg. It should fit within your natural gait and become something of an extension of your body. If you need more weight off than 20%, then crutches, a walker, or a wheelchair is needed.

Putting more pressure on the cane, using it on the wrong side, or having it at the wrong height can make it less effective, and can cause long term damage to your body from improper pressure and posture. (Hugh Laurie genuinely hurt his body from years of using a cane wrong on House!)

(some people elect to use a cane wrong for their personal situation despite this, everyone is different!)

(an animated GIF of a cane matching the natural walking gait. It turns red when pressure is placed on it.)

When going up and down stairs, there is an ideal standard: You want to use the handrail and the cane at the same time, or prioritize the handrail if it's only on one side. When going up stairs you lead with your good leg and follow with the cane and hurt leg together. When going down stairs you lead with the cane and the bad leg and follow with the good leg!

Realistically though, many people don't move out of the way for cane users to access the railing, many stairs don't have railings, and many are wet, rusty, or generally not ideal to grip.

In these cases, if you have a friend nearby, holding on to them is a good idea. Or, take it one step at a time carefully if you're alone.

Now we come to a very common mistake I see... Using fashion canes for medical use!

(These are 4 broad shapes, but there is INCREDIBLE variation in cane handles. Research heavily what will be best for your character's specific needs!)

The handle is the contact point for all the weight you're putting on your cane, and that pressure is being put onto your hand, wrist, and shoulder. So the shape is very important for long term use!

Knob handles (and very decorative handles) are not used for medical use for this reason. It adds extra stress to the body and can damage your hand to put constant pressure onto these painful shapes.

The weight of a cane is also incredibly important, as a heavier cane will cause wear on your body much faster. When you're using it all day, it gets heavy fast! If your character struggles with weakness, then they won't want a heavy cane if they can help it!

This is also part of why sword canes aren't usually very viable for medical use (along with them usually being knob handles) is that swords are extra weight!

However, a small knife or perhaps a retractable blade hidden within the base might be viable even for weak characters.

Bases have a lot of variability as well, and the modern standard is generally adjustable bases. Adjustable canes are very handy if your character regularly changes shoe height, for instance (gotta keep the height at your hip!)

Canes help on most terrain with their standard base and structure. But for some terrain, you might want a different base, or to forego the cane entirely! This article covers it pretty well.

Many cane users decorate their canes! Stickers are incredibly common, and painting canes is relatively common as well! You'll also see people replacing the standard wrist strap with a personalized one, or even adding a small charm to the ring the strap connects to. (nothing too large, or it gets annoying as the cane is swinging around everywhere)

(my canes, for reference)

If your character uses a cane full time, then they might also have multiple canes that look different aesthetically to match their outfits!

When it comes to practical things outside of the cane, you reasonably only have one hand available while it's being used. Many people will hook their cane onto their arm or let it dangle on the strap (if they have one) while using their cane arm, but it's often significantly less convenient than 2 hands. But, if you need 2 hands, then it's either setting the cane down or letting it hang!

For this reason, optimizing one handed use is ideal! Keeping bags/items on the side of your free hand helps keep your items accessible.

When sitting, the cane either leans against a wall or table, goes under the chair, or hooks onto the back of the chair. (It often falls when hanging off of a chair, in my experience)

When getting up, the user will either use their cane to help them balance/support as they stand, or get up and then grab their cane. This depends on what it's being used for (balance vs pain when walking, for instance!)

That's everything I can think of for now. Thank you for reading my long-but-absolutely-not-comprehensive list of things to keep in mind when writing or drawing a cane user!

Happy disability pride month! Go forth and make more characters use canes!!!

[cosmiic-world]

jealous, jealous, jealous girl — love and deepspace men

when someone tries flirting with your boyfriend in front of you. or when someone tries flirting with his girlfriend.

content: fluff, jealous!reader, rafayel gets jealous, very lighthearted, sylus’ is slightly suggestive toward the end, maybe kinda ooc?, some might be longer than others i do have favorites unfortunately, sorry 😞, colonel caleb mentioned EHEHHEHE

sylus

sylus had invited you to accompany him to an auction in the N109 Zone, to which you had agreed. of course, he already had a dress picked for you, fitted perfectly with all your measurements.

it was a beautiful black dress with red accents, totally sylus. you were adorned in stunning red jewelry, from blood red teardrop diamond earrings, to a stunning red heart pendant necklace.

as you walked beside sylus through the hall of the auction place, his arm was around your waist the entire time, not one second spent away from you.

unfortunately, that wasn't stopping any of the women there from staring at your boyfriend. nor did it stop one from approaching.

you watched silently from sylus's side as she tried talking to him with stupid small talk.

"you're so tall!" the woman squealed annoyingly. her voice was like glass shattering in your ear drums. "how tall are you exactly?"

"i believe his height is none of your concern..” you spoke up finally, fed up with her attitude. seriously, you were literally attatched to him and she’s paying you no mind at all! your eyes hardened, glaring at her with the most nasty look you could conjure.

sylus watched with an amused smirk, his heart almost skipping a beat at how possessive you were being.

“and who are you?” the woman says, crossing her arms as she finally looks at you.

“i’m his wife.” you said, lifting your hand which was adorned with a ruby ring. though it was just for show, she didn’t have to know that.

sylus’s smirk widened, if that was even possible, as his heart soared. he could’ve sworn his pants were suddenly a tad bit too tight now.

“i don’t appreciate you flirting with my husband right in front of me, so i’m kindly asking you to leave.” you said, using two fingers to flick them in her direction as an act of dismissal, as if she were staff.

you grinned triumphantly as the woman scoffed and stomped away.

“my wife, hm?” sylus said, leaning down to mutter in your ear. you could just tell he was so turned on just from his tone alone. “what a feisty kitten.”

“she couldn’t tell who you were here with. i had to make sure she knew.” you said, giggling as you cupped his cheek with one hand and kissed him deeply.

sylus couldn’t help but groan against your lips as you pressed your body against his. his hand grabbed your waist tightly, almost desperately, as he kissed you in the middle of the room. “we’re leaving immediately.”

“but what about the protocores? the auction?” you said as he grabbed your hand and began to drag you out of the building.

“there are more urgent matters to attend than protocores.” he said, almost growling mid sentence.

rafayel

another “masterpiece” painted by rafayel, another boring exhibition he had to attend. it was all the same. he had to talk about his pieces, what inspired him, what the story is behind the piece, blah blah blah.

this exhibition was different because he had you by his side to distract him from all the boring stuff. he stood by on the side, watching as you walked around, admiring each of his new paintings, which were all inspired by you.

all was fine until a man approached his girlfriend. his eyebrows instantly furrowed and his smile turned into a deep frown. just who was this guy??

“big fan of art?” the man said as he stepped into the spot beside you, a little too close for your comfort.

you looked at him slightly wide eyed, a bit startled from the sudden interaction. you smiled politely and nodded as you slightly stepped away from him, putting space between you and him. “yeah, i’m uh, close to the artist, you could say.”

“oh really? i happen to love rafayel’s works.” he said, smiling at you widely.

you nodded with a small, “ah, nice.” as you looked back at the painting in front of you which showed the silhouette of a woman standing in front of the ocean, capturing the essence of joy and warmth. little had you known the woman was yourself and rafayel had painted it simply from his memories alone.

“i’d like to take you out sometime-“

“sorry babe, i got held up with talking to some people back there.” a familiar voice sounded from behind you.

you turned and smiled widely as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist. you couldn’t see but rafayel was glaring daggers at the man behind you, forcing him to walk away.

“rafayel! hi, i missed you.” you giggled as you hugged him. “say, who’s that in the painting?”

“you seriously don’t recognize her? come on, you of all people should know who that is.” he said with a chuckle.

“i should?” you said, blinking owlishly as you racked your brain to who that could be.

“it’s you, silly.” he said, kissing your forehead.

“really?! when did you paint it?” you gasped, looking back at the painting and leaning your head against him.

rafayel rested his chin on top of your head, smiling fondly as he recalled the memory. “i painted it a couple days after i took you to the beach. remember? you almost got stung by a jellyfish.”

you gasped and giggled at the chaotic memory. “oh i remember now!”

zayne

a friend from the association had invited you to a party and you were able to bring zayne with you. though he usually didn’t like to spend his days off like this, if it was for your enjoyment, he’d do anything. even if it was sitting through slightly drunken babble of hunter work.

zayne knew you could handle your alcohol, way better than him, but he still mentally counted how many glasses of wine you’ve had before it was time to call it quits for you.

unbeknownst to him, one of your female colleagues was staring at him, watching his every move like a hawk. it wasn’t until she sat next to him that he paid any attention to her.

“hello~ i’m ava.” she said, smiling and practically beaming at him.

“hello.” he said with a curt nod, before turning his attention back to you who was engaged in a conversation with other hunters, listening.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry. i don’t mean to be so rude! what’s your name?” the male hunter asked zayne.

“i’m zayne. i’m her boyfriend.” he said with a small polite smile.

“you’re the boyfriend we’ve heard so much about? wow!!” he said, astonished.

zayne chuckled softly. “it seems so.” he said, looking at you with adoration.

“you’re one lucky girl!” he said to you, giggling before turning back to zayne. “i’m tyler, her colleague.” he introduced himself.

you looked at him and smiled widely, wrapping your hands around his arm and leaning against him affectionately. “he’s a doctor, so he always takes care of me. especially when i get injured from pesky wanderers.” you said, smiling.

“can you take care of me too~? my doctor is too busy sometimes.” ava said from beside zayne, pouting and slightly leaning towards him.

zayne’s expression steeled as he turned to her. “maybe you should get a different doctor then. i too am busy most days so it wouldn’t be any different, if i were your doctor.” he said in his usual formal tone.

you whipped your head to look at ava, glaring at her. you never got along with her, and zayne knew. she was usually the topic of your conversations when zayne listened to your end of the day rants.

tyler began to ask zayne questions, moving the topic away from her, though it didn’t stop her from butting in and making her own comments, to which you were quickly getting fed up with.

“how long have you two been together for?” tyler asked you both.

“almost a year. our anniversary is coming up soon.” zayne said, holding your hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing your hand.

“a year is practically nothing! i bet i can make you happier than she ever could.” ava remarked, taking a sip of her wine.

everybody quieted down at the comment.

as zayne opened his mouth to speak, you stood up and slapped ava.

“i’m getting sick of you flirting with my boyfriend, right next to me. but disrespecting our relationship? nobody likes you ava, and i suspect this is why. i gave you a fucking chance because i wanted to be nice, but i have had enough.” you spat out, the anger sobering you up a good amount.

you immediately grabbed your things from your chair and zayne followed suit. “i’m sorry tyler, but i have to go. i’ll see you at work, yeah?”

“y-yeah..” tyler said, almost stunned. you could tell he was trying not to laugh. “see you at work, girl!” he said.

“come on zayne, let’s go.” you said, grabbing his hand firmly and walking out of tyler’s house.

once you were outside of tyler’s house, zayne had stopped you. “let’s rest here for a bit. you’ve had a lot to drink and i don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” he said softly, holding you by your waist as he leaned against the wall of the house.

you smiled widely as you leaned against him, your hands resting on his shoulders. “my zayne.. you always know how to take care of me.” you giggled out.

“of course. as your boyfriend, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay.” he said, smiling softly.

“you’re a bit too charming though,” you said with a pout, “you make women swoon too easily.”

“ah, but i have a very skilled ms. hunter to make sure they know i’m happy in my relationship.” he said, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you as you put your hand over his, your fingers feeling his bare ones which made you pout. “maybe i should get you a ring so even when i’m not around, they know you’re taken.”

zayne chuckled softly, nodding. “i assure you, they know. but we can still go get rings, if you’d like my love.”

“i would like that very much.” you said, smiling widely before kissing him.

xavier

you knew xavier was a very jealous man, but he couldn’t help it! almost everywhere you went together, he kept you close to him, an arm always around you. what he didn’t expect was for you to be the same kind of jealous, almost worse than his even.

you were out grocery shopping with him when you had separated from him to look for something you needed for tonight’s dinner plans. he was strolling down the produce section when a woman walked up to him, seemingly lost.

“excuse me sir, do you know where i can find the meat section?” the woman asked him, her painted lips fixed in a pout.

xavier looked at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. the meat section was right behind her. he simply pointed behind her with his finger. “it’s right behind you.” he said with an almost dumbfounded look.

“oh silly me! thank you, mister…?” she trailed off, discreetly asking for his name.

“xavier.” he said, with a small nod and a polite smile.

“what a cute name for a cute guy!” she said, giggling.

“oh, thank you miss. but i have to get back to m-“ she cut him off before he could finish.

“i’m stella! say, would you like to accompany me to dinner?” she said, smiling widely and batting her eyelashes.

“oh, i-“

“he would not like to accompany you anywhere.” a familiar voice rung out, and suddenly the atmosphere became chilly. xavier almost startled as you sauntered up next to him, wrapping your hands around his arm.

“he’ll be too busy with his girlfriend.” you said, shooting an icy glare at the woman.

“oh! i didn’t know he had a girlfriend. sorry.” stella said before walking away from you both.

xavier let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, thinking he was finally in the clear. but he wasn’t. “thank-“

you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips. “don’t. speak.” you said coldly, grabbing the shopping basket from his hands and walking to the check out lines.

“did i do something wrong?” xavier asked.

“you talked to her. you might as well have been making out with her or something.” you said as you sulked.

“my love, it didn’t mean a thing.” he said, trying to reconcile. “i promise you.” he said, wrapping his arms arouns your waist.

“i’ll poison your food as revenge.” you said, pouting angrily.

“i’m sorry, i really mean it.” he said, pouting back at you.

you sighed as you turned to him. “no fair!” you said before shaking your head. “fine. i forgive you. but i’m still angry with you!”

xavier couldn’t help but laugh softly. “i’m perfectly fine with that.”

caleb

after making up with him after his sudden reappearance, you found yourself at home, missing caleb more than ever. how could you not?

so you decided to pay him a visit at the farspace fleet headquarters. you got there once, you could do it again, right? right. and you did, with ease.

what you didn’t expect was a cadet in front of his quarters, folded note in her hand, her other hand in a fist, hovering over the closed door. “excuse me, cadet. what’s your business here?” you spoke with authority you didn’t have. (but she didn’t have to know that.)

her head snapped toward you, fear flashing in her eyes for a brief second before venom replaced it. “i came to give colonel xia an important document.” she said, shoving the piece of paper behind her.

you couldn’t help but let out a condescending chuckle. “a document so important it had to be folded like a love letter?” you said, trying not to laugh.

at your teasing tone, her expression soured further. “who even are you? i’ve never seen you around here.” she spat out, looking you up and down.

“i’m colonel xia’s girlfriend.” you said matter-of-factly, crossing your arms and pointing your nose up.

the cadet suddenly burst out into a fit of laughter, making you falter slightly before you felt irritated. how dare she laugh in your face like that??

before you could mutter another word, you felt a strong presence appear right beside you. “cadet.”

the girl in front of you stopped laughing almost immediately, her body rigid as she looked up at the man who just walked up next to you. “c-colonel xia..!”

“care to share what’s so funny, cadet?” you looked up to see caleb practically glaring at the now shaking girl in front of you, his jaw tense. you swore you could see his blood vessels about to burst.

“it was nothing, colonel xia.” she said quickly, her eyes now set toward the floor.

“get out of my sight cadet. the next time i catch you disrespecting my girlfriend, i will find a suitable punishment for you.” he said coldly before dismissing her, grabbing your hand and taking you into his quarters.

as soon as the door closed, caleb hugged you with the most warm smile that you’ve come to known, as if nothing had happened. “what are you doing here, pips?” he said, relishing in your giggles as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“i missed you, silly. isn’t it normal for a girl to visit her boyfriend at work when she misses him?” you said, smiling as you wrapped your arms around him tight.

“boyfriend, huh? now i like the sound of that.” he said, kissing your cheek gently.

“i have to fend off these girls somehow.” you said, smiling widely.

i’m sorry if this is lowk ass, i didn’t know what to write for caleb 💔💔

[rinasauruss]

closer than quiet

summary: Rafe is so tall he has to lean down to hear you better. that's it.

warnings: none, me thinks. just a suggestive line at the end ;P

word count: 590

AN: I couldn't help myself, so I wrote this blurb! this is my first time writing Rafe, let me know what you think! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors. feedback is appreciated!

The soft hum of the waves was a steady background to the crackling of the bonfire, the flames dancing as the heat mixed with the cool bite of the night breeze. You stood near the fire, feeling the warmth spread through you, but the presence behind you was what made your skin tingle the most.

Rafe was close, an arm wrapped around your waist with a casual ease that made you feel both safe and exposed at the same time. His thumb traced slow, absent circles over your stomach, his other hand holding a beer with the same relaxed grip he used when he wasn’t thinking about much at all. Topper and Kelce were deep in conversation, their voices more distant than usual, as if the world around you had faded into something quieter. Rafe barely added to the chatter, content to stay in his own head—or maybe it was you who had his full attention. You weren’t sure, but it felt like you did.

You turned your head, looking up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You good?" You asked it quietly, as though you already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it anyway.

Rafe didn’t immediately respond, the sound of the ocean filling the silence. Instead, he leaned down, tilting his head as if to catch the softest whisper, even though you’d only spoken in your normal tone. His presence grew even more intense with the movement, his height hovering over you, his face drawing closer in that effortless, unspoken way that made you feel smaller and more drawn in with each inch.

"Hm?" His voice was low, just above a murmur, the sound of it vibrating through your chest.

You flushed at the gesture, a subtle warmth rising in your cheeks. His closeness, his height, the way he made the space around you feel like it shrank to just the two of you—it was disarming in the best way. His breath fanned over your skin, the warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine, and you could almost feel the heartbeat beneath his chest as he leaned in further.

You swallowed, your voice a little shakier this time. "You doing good?" You repeated, hoping your tone sounded steady, but there was no hiding the way he affected you.

Rafe’s grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he felt the slight hitch in your breath, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you even closer. It was as though he knew exactly how much he was making you feel.

"Yeah, m'good, baby," he hummed, his voice deepening in that way it did when he was in his element. "Just thinking."

"About?" you asked, a whisper now, almost afraid to ask but too curious to hold back.

He tilted his head again, moving in just a little further, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. The closeness, the heat of his breath, was enough to send a shiver all the way down your spine, leaving you breathless.

The moment stretched between you, charged with unspoken words and everything that lay beneath the surface. The bonfire crackled, the night air was cool, but Rafe’s presence was all you could feel now, the pull of him drawing you in further than you’d ever planned to go.

His voice was soft, smooth, laced with that teasing edge that always made your heart skip a beat. "Just thinking about how much fun I’m gonna have taking this little dress off you later."

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[bloggerspam]

Cousins, Clones and Conning the Family

Family Reunion AU, where cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time.

Spoiler alert, one of them does significantly better than the other. Mainly Kid POV, and also on AO3! Multichapter. ===

The problem with big family reunions, Danny thinks, is how utterly fucking lost Danny is all the gosh dang time.

"Well now, you're Maddie's son now ain'tcha? How old is you now?" The woman standing before him guffaws, ruffling his hair. He lets it, trying desperately to remember the speadsheet Jazz created for the family and (obviously) failing to recall this woman's name.

Agatha? Selene? Riri? No, Aunt Riri is over there—

"Yes ma'am," Danny smiles up at the unnamed aunt, accent going a little twangy like it always does at these functions, "I'll be hittin' 17 in a coupl'a months or so."

"My, my, you youngin's sure grow like weeds!" The aunt coos, gesturing to a height by her hip, "You used to be this tall last time I saw ya, betcha don't r'member me now do ya?"

It's a trap. If he says he doesn't remember, which is expected at reunions such as these that happen every 5 years or longer, she'll start going on and on about the stories she has of the family. Danny would have to stand here and demure and laugh at these cousins he doesn't really remember too well, but know enough to know that she's gotten them all mixed up.

"Pshaw," Danny doesn't react when a whisper breathes the answer into his ear, "I'd never forget a pretty lady like you, Aunt Helena!"

It works like a charm.

The second he's out of her clutches, he feels around for a cold spot. There, trailing just behind him, is Ellie. She's not invisible anymore, so he tucks her under his arm and bee-lines it towards the metaphorical kid's table.

"Thanks, Ellie. Weren't you supposed to stay with Dad?" Danny leads them around, trying to avoid any other mishaps. "Did Jazz send you?"

"She made me flashcards!" Ellie smirks up at him, ignoring his other question and pulling a corner of an index card out from the palm of her hand. She's always been better than him at manipulating the ecto in her body, for obvious reasons. Danny's not bitter about it at all.

"Damn, all I got was a presentation." Danny grumbles. Jazz and Dad somehow know every single one of their family members, which is ludicrous when even Mom doesn't know despite it being her side of the family.

He still can't really believe how big his family actually is, but he supposes that's natural. He only sees them once every couple of years, the only relative they see even on a remotely regular basis is Aunt Alicia, who has no kids and refuses (rightfully so) to remarry.

Danny's fine with that, he gets the best of both worlds after all. Cozy holiday stays with Aunt Alicia and he has places to stay all over the country if he really needs it, no questions asked.

Plus, crazy as they can be, these reunions have always felt like a big country festival for Danny.

"She likes me better." Ellie snickers, tugging him back to avoid Uncle Charlie's drunken stumbling.

"Everyone likes you better," Danny rolls his eyes, pushing Ellie's head down and ducking to avoid a stray kid's toy flying overhead, "I like you better."

As if somehow knowing Danny's being self deprecating again, Jazz shows up to smack him on the head. "I like both of you equally in special ways."

Danny makes a disgruntled noise, grumbling as he rubs his head, "Mooooom, Jazz is therapizing me again!"

Even though he was only half joking, Mom does show up specifically to laugh at him. "Honey, your father and I love all our children equally!"

"It's a secret," Dad says from behind Jazz, kids climbing all over him, "But Ellie's the favorite!"

"Jack!" Mom yells at the same time Jazz screams, "Dad!"

Ellie dissolves into giggles, making everyone but Dad helplessly laugh. It's good to see Ellie laugh, she does it a lot but it still doesn't feel like it's enough. Danny picks her up, giggling mess and all, and tosses her at Dad.

She lands, as expected, straight into the pile of children who scream and accept her easily.

"Nice." Jazz chuckles, this time patting him gently on his head in approval. Danny shrugs, dusting his hands off and heading back towards salvation: the food.

He and Jazz mingle a bit, exchanging greetings and school updates with the Aunts and Uncles they occasionally bump into, making their way slowly through and keeping an eye out for the other cousins.

Eventually, Jazz gets nabbed by Cousin Dermot just as Danny reaches the table, tossing a pig-in-a-blanket into his mouth and chewing with glee. The locals of the family usually something potluck style—and though Dad's genes are strong and the Fentons can't cook, the bulk of the Walker family definitely can.

In fact—Great Aunt Martha said she was going to bring some mini pies right?

Danny spies a pile of them in the middle of the large table and reaches for one, only to bump into the spikes of black fingerless gloves.

The gloves are, of course, attached to someone else.

It's a boy, around Danny's age, in a spiked leather jacket (matching the gloves) and white tee shirt with ripped jeans. He's got the tiniest John Lennon sunglasses and piercings everywhere—it makes Danny squint at him, with how much the sun keeps catching on everything—the spikes, the piercings, the metal arms of the sunglasses, is this dude also wearing lipgloss?

Danny's not judging, a guy can appreciate proper hydration to avoid chapped lips or even just for the aesthetic, but it doesn't help with the glare.

"Sorry, my bad." Right, okay, city slicker then. Not that Danny's much of a country boy or anything. "Did my spikes get you?"

Maybe Cousin Jenny brought a plus one? Danny eyes the guys jeans—they look tight. Was Cousin Mark into guys? Is this dude a guy or possibly a masculine girl? Ack. Stupid sun frying his brain.

"It's okay," Danny says, blinking away and tossing mini pie to the other person. "Aunt Martha's pies are worth the minor injury. You comin' in with one of the cousins?"

"Uh, yeah." Citypunk looks at Danny nervously, "I mean, I am one of the cousins." The guy bites his lips, shrugging, "Uh, one of the Kents, actually. Ma's real proud of the pies."

Danny blinks.

"…You're not Jon." Danny says, very carefully and slowly.

"…No…" Stranger Danger draws his vowels out, "I'm Conner. His, uh, older brother? Can't blame ya for being confused though!"

"…You can't." Danny agrees, because out of the two them, Danny definitely isn't to blame for the confusion.

"Yeah, lots of cousins, and all," Curiouser and Curiouser beams at Danny, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, "Plus, I know Jon's more sociable at these things."

"Right, he really is rambunctious, that guy." Danny nods, as if that's the problem, and not the fact that Danny knows every single cousin his age. Big as his family might be, Danny's generation came out the smallest. Cousin Jenny and Cousin Mark are the only two his age.

With Ellie and Jazz each being four years younger and older than Danny, and the other cousins being well beyond those ages in gaps, there is no way this guy is a cousin.

"Don't worry," Punk'd laughs self deprecatingly, "I know he's the favorite. even if Mom won't admit it."

Danny feels a vein throb in his right temple.

He's unsure if he should slowly back away or get up in the guy's face. It's just—now that Danny thinks about it, if wedding crashing is a thing, does that mean family reunion crashing is a thing too?

What's the protocol here? Should he fight this guy for having the audacity to use Great Aunt Martha's name in vein?

Wait, no, that's Jesus.

Is Great Aunt Martha Catholic? ...Is that the one with Jesus, or was that Christianity?

Wait, Danny, you knuckle head, Uncle Clark was adopted. Conner could be adopted too! Even though he looks exactly like that Uncle Clark when he was younger…

"Is this your first time at a reunion?" Danny ventures, "We only have 'em—"

"Every 5 years, yeah." Conner huffs, "Nah, I just used to hide with Ma in the kitchens."

Okay, clearly Great Aunt Martha isn't in on this, because Danny used to hide with Great Aunt Martha in the kitchens. Danny's about to lose his shit on this guy—or maybe sic Ellie on him. Whichever is worse.

"Oh yeah? That's must have been cozy." Danny grits out, taking a deep breath so his eyes don't flash.

"Yeah, it was!" Conner beams shyly. though all Danny sees is a smug smirk. "She's real nice-like, I'm sure you know. Real lucky to have her for a Grandma."

"Real lucky." Danny agrees, because Great Aunt Martha really was one of the better Great Aunts. Though most of the Walker Kin were hardy and tough, in that badass kind of way. Mom really liked Great Aunt Martha's lessons on bull wranglin' back when they were younger. "Speakin' of, she ain't here?"

"Nah," Conner makes a sad little pout. "She hadta stop by Auntie Agatha's for an emergency. She left two days ago, so she's runnin' a little behind. Cl—Dad went to go pick her up."

Danny squints at the possible imposter. That sounded like he was going to call Uncle Clark by his name, which makes things confusing for Danny. Guy will call Aunt Lois Mom but he won't call Uncle Clark Dad easily?  Maybe he's a kid Aunt Lois had before marrying Uncle Clark? But Aunt Lois would never hide a kid, and Great Aunt Martha would never let her treat a kid like that. That's not even taking into account that this kid looks way too much like Uncle Clark for it to be a fucking coincidence. Plus, Danny knew about Aunt Aggie's emergency and how she might not be making it to this year's reunion—this gives Conner's story credibility.

But Danny knows that the best way to lie is with truths, even if the truths are confusing.

So what the hell is going on? Is Clockwork fucking with him? Did an alternate timeline get switched with his?

It wouldn't be the first time, but Clockwork at least had the decency to let him know at least.

"What the—" Danny blinks, as Conner picks up a very familiar, eye-searingly green colored post it note that was stuck to the plate under a mini pie. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Danny huffs. taking the note and rolling his eyes as lies roll off his tongue, "Sorry, y'know how it goes with Jazz."

"Oh, yeah." And Danny has to give it Conner, he at least rolls with the punches real quick, "I heard about it but didn't ever uh, see it in action."

"Really?" Danny feigns surprise, head pulsing in irritation at the words all is as it should be written in purple pen. There's no mocking smiley face, but Danny feels it in the ink anyway. "Thought she got all the cousins at the last reunion."

Conner chuckles nervously, "Oh, yeah—Guess I'm just, easy to miss you know?"

"Uh huh…" Danny eyes the guy and his piercings and very distinct style, from the tip of his clearly styled hair and needlessly ostentatious big black studded boots. "…Right."

Conner laughs, wincing. "These're new. High school debut."

"…You're a freshman?" Danny tilts his head, squinting.

"Junior." Conner automatically corrects, before stiffening. "…I just wanted to reinvent myself for Junior Prom."

"Right." Danny repeats, drawing out the vowels and finally giving up. He can tell Conner already knows what Danny is going to ask, and is trying to exit this conversation post-haste.

Fortunately for Conner and unfortunately for Danny, Jazz comes barreling in, almost knocking the former out in the process as she grips the latter's biceps tightly with her eyes wide and nervous.

Unfortunately for Conner and fortunately for Danny, though the look in Jazz's eyes thoroughly distracts the latter and gives the former a window to escape, Jazz's hissed out words end up keeping Conner rooted to the floor.

"Baby Jon has powers!" Jazz hisses as she moves Danny away from the possible imposter a couple feet. Even though she says it low enough for only Danny to hear, Conner's wide eyes as he whips his gaze towards them suggests that Jon's not the only one with powers.

And then words actually register along with that thought.

Danny hisses out the first thing he thinks of. "Since when?? I thought he took after Aunt Lois!"

"Since now," Jazz gruffs, switching her grip to drag Danny away, "and I need you to do something about it!"

"What?" Danny doesn't struggle, going along even as he eyes Conner who seems to be following them at a distance. "Why?"

Jazz pushes him towards the kid's area, rushing out a frantic "He's in the bounce house with Ellie!"

Danny freezes, or tries to even as Jazz keeps tugging him along, before shaking off her hand and booking it towards the bounce house.

Once the bounce house (a castle) comes into view, Danny clocks several things in succession:

One: Ellie and Jon are thankfully the only ones in the bounce house right now.

Two: Ellie and Jon are laughing, and through the mesh Danny can see Ellie watching Jon jump way too high to be considered normal.

And three: The bounce house is about to fucking tip over.

There's a gaggle of Aunts herding the younger cousins towards the food that's dense enough for cover, but sparse enough for Danny to dash through.

Between one blink and the next, he disappears.

[emacrow]

Tall Danny because we don't get enough of it.

Puberty hit him like a god Damn Steam roller because he was getting taller than everyone in Amity Park after summer break along with Clockwork lessons. Mom and Dad accepted that he was half ghost and now cooperated with the ghost on their theories that they had to redo with each answer to old questions fixed after the Ecto Act was Disband by The Justice league, mainly because Martian manhunter got caught one time by the GIW.

Frostbite did say that his space and protection core may have a play onto this since his living body was mimicking the growing with his ghostly form so it won't be harder to shift between the two.

That the height of his body was growing at a rate that was defying the law of gravity at 10'6 feet that he had to get his clothes and shoes customized by the Ghost Seamstress. His hair was longer than rapunzel in that movie, but he wasn't allowed to cut it since Ellen liked to burrow herself in it cause it felt like what cloud should be.

Mom and Jazz helped braid it into a lovely yet masculine style so it didn't get in the way of his ghostly spars with the rogues, even ember giving him tips on how to wash it. His nails had turned black and was strong enough to cut titanium like melted butter. His blue eyes had darkened and morph that Dad told him that he was seeing the big bang being born in his eyes.

Tucker jokingly said he could easily win the tallest guiness award. Sam called him a beanstalk, but considering that both of them were going through the same issue as him.

Sam was growing lavander in her hair and diving into researching plant life, even making a hybrid cannibalistic plant that eats pesty weeds and produces a much more vegan yet nutritious milk that was safe enough babies to drink that actually got an approval from thousands of mothers who couldn't pay for formula.

Tucker got into university for technology even though he is currently the mayor of Amity Park with an intense hobby of being an Egyptologist.

Wearing supposedly 'duplicated' Gold relics in his braided hair, taking forever in the bathroom to tune up his eyeliner makeup (it not makeup Danny!) , having clothes full of egyptian modern clothes and the obsessive mixing together technology and Egyptian coding into his latest Frankenstein cellphone creation.

Danny can ignore the gaping stares as he sits in the subway to Gotham University.

He knew he was tall. He already got into Gotham thanks to Lady Gotham dropping him off near a library where Ellen was chewing on a rainbow sour worm.

Ellen immediately dived into his hair like a train diver again after noticing him while complaining about how Lady Gotham won't let her leave the city at all cause she saw that Ellen was Danny's mirror core.

She did mention a burger place called bat burger that a rated 3rd place in the best burger, beside Nasty burger on top 1st and Lunch lady's speical Wednesday burger surprise 2nd, while a nice lady in a wheel chair in the library behind her gave her sour worms.