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"Tim," The sharp bark of his name takes him by surprise, so much so that he nearly falls off his bike. Tim manages to catch his footing, though he knows Bruce saw him stumble while trying to mount his bike.

It was a bit embarrassing, since Tim hadn't allowed himself to be clumsy around his Red Bird since his Robin days. If only no one else had seen it. But alas, it wasn't just Bruce who witnessed his slight fumble.

By that, he meant everyone in the cave was staring at him, with various expressions on their faces that were hard to decipher without any form of mind-reading. Which was odd, to say the least.

Why were they all so focused on him, not the usual post-patrol routine?

"Um, yeah?" He turns his attention to Bruce, adjusting the balance of his bike under him. He tries not to let his impatience leak into his voice, but today's patrol was annoyingly long, even though they hadn't been much crime to take care of.

Sure, the Bats had stopped a mugging or two, and yeah, Tim did find some new evidence for a cold case he's been trying to crack for the last five months, but that was a short burst of activity over many hours. It was agonizing to fly around the city, waiting for the time to pass when nothing significant happened.

It felt like such a waste.

Or maybe he was just impatient for the weekend to officially start, and the clock's ticking seemed to slow down when he wanted it to go faster.

After all, this weekend wasn't his average one. He had plans for once that he couldn't wait for. Tim was going on a small vacation for the first time since becoming Robin, which meant no Wayne Enterprise, no Red Robin, and no Young Justice.

Nothing.

Just Tim Drake enjoying his time off camping with his dear coffee-making roommate.

Danny had been talking about the Dark Sky reservation in a nearby national park for some time, and this Saturday was the famous meteor shower, Pariah's Defeat, that Danny wanted to see.

It came only once every fifty years and was said to have dozens of spectacular glowing streaks across the sky, ending with a large comet. His roommate had been talking about watching the live stream for weeks, with the same excitement Tim felt when new items were added to Heart Attack.

Tim wasn't sure what drove him to rent the RV or tell Tam he would be out of the office for a whole week (much to her surprise). He actually didn't really think about it. It wasn't until after he got the email confirmations for the RV rental center or the national park main office that he even realized what that meant.

Still, when he told Danny he rented out a space in the National Park, right in the best spot for the metro shower (pulling his strings and flashing his privlage to make it happened) it had felt like the most fantastic idea he's ever had with the way Danny leaped into his arms jumping up and down with joy.

"Tim," Bruce repeats a little sharper, snapping Tim out of his thoughts about his friend. "Did you hear anything I just said?"

Tim stares, realizing that his family has suddenly surrounded him, no longer just watching from a distance but now only a few feet away. Each of them looks distressed, holding envelopes. What's going on?

"Huh? No, sorry I-"

"A side effect." Jason spits, which is a bit insulting. First, he interrupts him, and then he talks to him that way?

"A side effect of what?"

"I don't know, Tim. Maybe you can tell us what you've been shooting up." Jason all but sneers. He throws a hand to a nearby table, which Tim had noticed earlier. Back then, it was covered in a cloth. Now, it's displayed test tubes and an oddly glowing green liquid.

At first glance, Tim wants to say it's Lazarus water, but he can see how easily it's moving in various separatory funnels connected in glass loops. There is an entire chemistry lab set up there with various Beakers, Erlenmeyer flasks, test tubes, graduated cylinders, volumetric flasks, and burets. Each was holding a bit of that green liquid, but what really caught Tim's attention was the frost forming around each container.

"What is that?" he asks while unmounting his bike. He moves with the intent of expecting the odd liquid, but Dick steps into his path. He blinks up at his stern-looking brother, who crosses his arms and straightens his back upwards.

It's a familiar pose—the kind Dick makes when he's about to start a lecture—but this time, his eyes are large and sad. Like a child who was just told the truth about Santa Claus. Before Tim's team killed him.

Oh, crude was this about Tim killing Santa?

"Tim, you know we love you, right?" Dick starts off, his eyes somehow growing wider. He's a little worried they would pop out of his skull.

"Um, yeah?" Tim replies slowly, glancing around the others only to find them staring just as intensely as Dick. "Did something happen? Why are you all-"

"Tim." Bruce cuts in again, stepping closer and thrusting out the envelope. "We tested it. We know it's a potent substance that causes endorphins, dopamine, and oxytocin to increase alarmingly. It's highly addictive. "

Oh, that made far more sense.

"A new drug, huh?" He sighs, rubbing at his neck. "I can help if it's in danger of spilling into the streets, but I can't move my schedule around this weekend. I'm taking some personal time off."

Bruce's face hardens. "We know Tim."

That draws him up short. The phrase itself is innocent, but the tone implied that Bruce wasn't just talking about his vacation. In fact, it was pointed enough that it felt like he was accusing Tim of something.

"I should hope so? You did sign off on the PTO request-"

"This isn't a game!" Steph snaps like she couldn't hold it in anymore. "We know about Daniel Fenton."

That draws him up short. This is it. The moment Tim had been planning for. His family has finally caught on to the fake boyfriend he had as a facade to cover his coffee addiction. He glances at their faces, taking in their emotions, and then at the table again, remembering Jason's theory.

It seemed the family had chosen to continue thinking Danny was some drug dealer who got Tim hooked on something nasty, but that could only be because they found a connection to the green stuff on the table with Danny. This was an unforeseen obstacle because Tim had no idea what that liquid was.

He knows Danny would never be involved with drugs, not consuming or selling them, but that's because he knows Danny. The many hours they spent together would have given Tim the perfect window to at least suspect something.

Tim knew his friend was innocent. He just had to prove it to them, but based on what he saw, they wouldn't believe him, not without solid evidence.

He had to buy some time, and he knew just how to do it. After all, he had been planning for this very moment. Thank heavens Tim was such a good liar. He could even fool Cass if he had enough prep time.

And he had the prep time.

Allowing his eyes to widen, he wills a blush onto his cheeks, scrambling to shift his body language into that of a closeted gay man about to be outed. He quickly shuts it down, acting as if he wasn't aware he gave a tell to his observing siblings, and shifts a foot. "I don't know what you mean. Who's Daniel Fenotn?"

"Don't pretend," Steph scoffs, stepping closer. The letter in her hand crinkles loudly as she balls her fists. There is anger in her eyes, but it's not as much as there is worry. "Friends don't let friends do this."

Tim bites his lip, swinging his eyes around the room madly, as if searching for an exit. "I seriously don't understand. I've never met the man-"

"Tim," Barbara cuts in with her gentle but stern voice—the kind she uses when she has to deliver bad news. A few taps to her table have the nearby monitors displaying receipts for his new home: the purchase, the movers, the cleaners, and the interior designers—all of it time and date stamped. "I found proof that he's living with you."

On cue, his face goes pasty white, and Tim would have taken some time to gloat about his acting skills were it not in the middle of the performance. "That's- no wait - I can explain. He's just a friend!"

"We know he isn't just a friend, Drake. We know what he really is. This is a terrible disadvantage in the field." Damian starts, and yes, it's perfect, just what Tim needed. Someone implied it was wrong what he and Danny were.

Tim feels tears building in his eyes, but he locks his jaw and blinks quickly- a habit he knows he does when trying not to cry. "No, it's not!"

"Master Tim, please-"

"Danny is the best thing that ever happened to me," He hisses, blinking faster as Cass steps closer, seeing the truth in his words, voice, and body. "I love him! I don't care if you disapprove of him because he's a boy and I-"

"Drugs." Cass interrupts quickly, pushing past a shocked Duke and a slack-jawed Steph. "We thought he was giving you drugs."

"What?" Tim comes to a complete standstill. Gleefully, he realizes that Cass can't tell. She is falling for his acting hook, line, and sinker. At times like these, he is grateful that Kon helped train him to control his body for lying and that Cassie convinced Diana to let them borrow the Lasso of Truth to train against.

He's half convinced Diana only lets them for a laugh or two.

None of them have been able to go against the Lassco, but Tim got way better at lying without it.

"I-no? Danny and I don't do drugs." He splutters, glancing around the family as if they held the answer to his confusion. "Did you think we were doing drugs?"

"Then what's this!?" Jason demands while holding up the strange green liquid. Tim doesn't know and can't even begin to guess, but he has to say something, or Danny could be in more trouble with his family before he can make a solid plan.

He blurts the first thing that comes to his mind.

"I thought that was the new drug you guys were-wait, you think Danny and I were taking that?! I've never seen it before tonight!" Tim gasped, offended, taking steps back.

"It was inside Daniel's bathroom. Hidden in the wall." Bruce challenges. "Why was your boyfriend hiding it?"

Crude. It was in his house?

"I - don't know- I" Tim blinks his eyes again, locking his jaw tightly as if refusing to break down in front of them. Then suddenly he explodes. "It's not.....meant for humans, okay!?

Bruce blinks slowly. "What?"

Crude, crude, crude. What is his mouth even saying? This is why Tim needs time to make solid, foolproof plans.

"Danny isn't a human. If you found that in Danny's walls, then it's his...you know...." He forces himself to blush as hard as possible, as if he were once again a thirteen-year-old boy and Bruce had just found the dirty magazines Bernard had let him under his bed. "The liquid his people make when.....they want children....."

Jaso drops the test tube with a gag but then panics and scrambles to catch it before it shatters. "It's what?!"

"It's not like semen!" Tim blurts, "It's like a liquid pheromone, okay!? Danny said that if he collects it and rubs it into his skin or has it around for him to breathe in, his chances of having a healthy baby are higher and-"

"That's why the DNA tests burned up." Dick gasps looking like the sun came back after months of darkness. "It wasn't human DNA! Daniel isn't human! He's not a drug dealer!"

"Drake." Damian drops the envelope, looking up at him with large doe-green eyes. It's the same look he gives newly born kittens, and suddenly, Tim knows he's done wrong. "Is Fenton carrying your child?"

Mentally, Tim reviews what he blurted out a few minutes ago and realizes with a cold horror that he just implied that, didn't he? Before he can answer, the cave erupts into madness.

In the chaos, he misses Danny's panicked text apologizing for keeping a secret from him. The other man had been pacing back and forth at their home, unable to sleep because of his excitement, when he noticed that the wall hiding his secret was slightly ajar.

Once he realized a full jar was missing, he knew Tim had found the stash and had likely figured out what he was hiding. Danny had started to frantically pack and had run away into the darkness of the night, choking on his tears and feeling his chest rip itself apart as he did so.

All he left behind was one steaming cup of Heart Attack Coffee, aware that their dream of make-believe had finally ended. It was time to wake up and live in a world without Tim again.

Like a coward, he couldn't face it, couldn't bear to hear Tim say the words, so he ran.

It was terrible to realize he was in love with the man.

[rambling-at-midnight]

Guide Me Home

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: While walking downtown, you inhale fear toxin. It's up to the Bats to find you before your heart gives out.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Scarecrow attack, (kind of) graphic hallucinations (only a small allude to blood though)

Fun fact: As I wrote this, 'quiet' started to not look like a word anymore.

You rub at your eye, muttering below your breath. Wind has been whipping through the Gotham streets all day, drying out your contacts to the point of discomfort.

The next time you blink, one flips up. Cursing, you cup a hand over the affected eye and blink until the stupid contact rights itself. Digging around your purse, you find your suspicions to be true: after the last time you needed to use your emergency backup contacts, you forgot to replace them. The small bottle of contact solution is missing, lost to the abyss of the purse or somewhere else. All you know is that it’s not here.

The only alternative is your glasses, and those are always a last resort. With an outdated prescription, uncomfortably heavy bridge, and scratched lenses, they’re far from ideal.

It’s fine. You’ll splash some water on your face when you get to the cafe and blink a lot. They’re fine.

Your friend is already sitting by the time you get there, but hasn’t ordered their drink yet. You haven’t seen them for several months, though you used to see each other every day during undergrad. They’re only here for a work conference. They live in Metropolis now, and are wearing an ‘I SURVIVED MY VISIT TO METROPOLIS’ shirt to show it. A couple Gothamites around them are actively laughing into their hands at the sight of it. After all, compared to this city, really nothing is worse.

After the usual greeting, hug, and exclamations over how long it’s been, you say, “Sorry, but my contact’s actually killing me right now. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll watch your stuff,” they say cheerfully.

The bathroom’s about as good as someone could hope for in Gotham. The remains of scrubbed-away graffiti lingers on the wall around the mirror, and a paper towel with a suspicious red stain hangs over the edge of the trash can. Not quite the vibe this place is going for, judging by the painted ivy around the walls and the hanging plants, but oh well.

You blink, squeeze your eyes shut, rub them, and open them again. Much better.

There’s a drink in front of your friend by the time you make it back to the table they found, pushed in the back corner where things are a little quieter. “They have seasonal syrups,” they say, sipping the drink. “Though a lot of them are named after supervillains.”

You scoff and shrug off your coat. “Please. Clayface is hardly a supervillain. He’s just a washed-up actor.”

“That must be nice,” your friend says wistfully. “Did I tell you I had to replace my car last month?”

“No!”

“Yeah! Some alien dictator had beef with Superman. A lot of cars were thrown in that fight.”

“Ugh,” you say wistfully. “We had some good memories in that car.” They’d had it since undergrad.

“Gone but never forgotten,” they say, holding their cup up for cheers, and you both remember that you haven’t ordered anything yet.

Even though you’re on a bit of a caffeine ban—boyfriend’s orders—you order a coffee. One a day won’t hurt you, not when you were averaging at least four during the recent busy season. The pathology lab you work at always has a huge rush of biopsies ordered between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. Now that it’s a little into January, you’re not scrambling quite so much.

With your drink in hand, you head back to the table to keep catching up. Your friend started a new job with a much better boss than their old one. They’re thinking about proposing to their partner of five years. Their dog got into their family’s big holiday meal and they had to order last-minute Chinese takeout instead. And they can’t decide whether to cut their hair or keep growing it out.

Then it’s your turn. You’re four years into your job at the lab, kind of feeling like you want a change, but the generous Christmas bonus is making you think twice. Your apartment is okay but not nice. Your cat is healthy and happy and extremely spoiled. Your family lives across the country, all with separate plans, so you stayed in Gotham for the (surprisingly uneventful) winter.

“What did you do for the holidays, then?” your friend asks, their drink long since finished. Judging by their eyes drifting back to the counter as you speak, they want another.

“My boyfriend’s family celebrates Hanukkah and Christmas,” you say. “Nothing too fancy, of course, none of us are terribly religious. But it was nice to see each other on a regular basis for a week straight.” Jason would disagree, but only out of principle. “We’re all busy people.”

“And your boyfriend? Jason, right? How is he? What does he do for work, again?”

Here comes the hard part. No matter what happens in your personal life, you can’t talk to anyone about it unless they’re in the know. Keeping Gotham safe requires a fairly large system; you and several other scientists or similar professionals are able to contact the Bats through Leslie Thompkins, Lucius Fox, and Commissioner Gordon, but of that number, only a fraction know their identities.

Working overtime at the lab as a new hire, you were the only one Leslie could reach at midnight when Black Bat came in contact with a mysterious substance through an open wound. From midnight to eight a.m., you collected blood and skin samples with hands that shook under the scrutiny of Batman’s white-lensed gaze. Your treatment was a gamble but a success, and after that, the Bats started to come to you more and more. So many of their rogues use biowarfare, after all. Still, it took over a year for Black Bat and Spoiler to take off their masks around you. At that point, you’d only seen Red Hood once, when he brought Robin in and ordered you to never tell Batman that he’d done so. Months after that, he took off his helmet around you, but only because of a nasty cut on his neck, and the domino mask beneath it stayed on. You’d known each other for a year and a half before he spoke more than five curt words to you at a time. Analyzing a new street drug was the first time you two ever worked together, and it was fun. After that, he just kept coming back.

It took so long to gain their trust, and you won’t risk it. But there are so many secrets. How can you explain to anyone else that not only is your boyfriend related to Bruce Wayne—yes, the Bruce Wayne of Gotham, billionaire, CEO, activist, and philanthropist—but he is, in fact, the man’s very publicly dead son?

So you can tell people about your boyfriend named Jason. You can’t introduce him to anyone from outside Gotham; the jagged scar on his cheek and glowing green eyes tend to raise more questions than answers. You can mention that he has a large family. You can’t tell them who his family is. You can tell them that Jason works flexible hours, usually at night, so the two of you see each other often despite your busy schedules. You can’t tell them what Jason actually does for work.

“He runs a not-for-profit community service organization,” you lie, the words familiar and tasteless from how often you’ve had to say them. And he sort of does, but with a lot more violence and criminal cavorting than most other not-for-profits. “He’s really passionate about helping Gotham’s kids that come from low-income households.” The foster system reform laws passed last year were lobbied by Wayne Enterprises, but it was the Red Hood showing up in politician’s houses in the dead of night that really sped up the process.

“I talked to Avery the other day,” your friend says. “They’re convinced you’re making him up.”

You sigh. Avery is another friend from college. You two were in the same friend group for years, but were never particularly close outside of it. “We don’t like to take pictures together, okay?”

Your friend eyes you with a faint air of dissatisfaction. “Well, if you say so. I was actually hoping to meet him while I’m here.”

You try not to let it show how your heart leaps into your throat at the thought. Around the lump, you say, “I’m sure he’d love to, but he’ll be stuck all day at the office.” Lie. He’s at home right now, baking muffins and wearing an apron with the words ‘Kiss the Cook.’ Damian and Tim scribbled over the two ‘S’s with Sharpie to make it ‘KiLL the Cook,’ but the sentiment is still there.

“Right,” they say slowly.

The meetup doesn’t last long after that. At the end of it, you hug and promise to meet up more often, even though it’s unlikely. With a wave, they head off for their conference, and you’re almost out the door when you blink wrong and—

Half the world goes blurry.

You feel the contact fall down your cheek and onto the ground.

“Goddamnit,” you hiss under your breath.

Glasses it is.

You’ve been wearing contacts for so long that you can take out the other one without breaking stride. The wind hasn’t let up in the slightest, and it makes your nose run.

Sniffling slightly, shoulders hunched against the chill, you don’t see the pumpkin until it’s too late.

They’re after you.

It’s not safe, not for you, not for anyone, they want you, they’re grabbing you, hands on your shoulder, people screaming—screaming at you—for you to stop—no—for—for something to stop?

Something is wrong. Dimly, in the back of your mind, you know something is wrong, but your hands are shaking and your bag is ripping, someone is clawing at you, screaming, desperate, they want you to fall back so they’re safe (from what?) and someone else shoves you and you go spinning out, bag in one direction and you in the other and—

They’re changing, the person clawing at you, turning into a monster, and you scream.

They’re after you

(who is after you)

They want to hurt you

(why)

(what is going on)

And you can’t see, something is wrong, you hear glass crunch and then the whole world goes out of focus.

You can’t see.

They’ll get you if you can’t see, and now you can see them, the dark shapes rising from the shadows, claws out and maws gaping, hungry, hungry, hungry for you and your marrow and your heart and they’re going to get you—

You run.

You trip over something (or someone; something like a bone crunches) and your heel slides and your hands catch you but not really, chin clipping the ground so hard your teeth click, and your hands burn, and your chin aches, but they’re still behind you, behind and getting closer—

You run.

You run and they get closer and you see the corner of something dark and blurry, and maybe it’s another monster or maybe it’s a building, and you skid to a stop and throw yourself behind it.

It’s not a monster. It smells awful—a dumpster—and the ground is wet, you hope from rain, but maybe it’s blood

(you’re sitting in a pool of it)

(you’ll be covered)

(the monsters will smell the blood and come running and they’ll hear you shuffling, they’ll hear you panting, they’ll hear your heart pounding, pounding, pounding—)

You scramble to the farthest corner between the brick building’s corner and the dumpster—maybe their clawed arms will be too short to reach you—and hide your face in your hands—you need to stop breathing so loudly—you need to be quiet, quiet, quiet—

People continue to scream. The city, the city Jason and his family try so hard to protect, everyone is dying and you’re going to die and maybe they’ll die, too, or maybe they’ll survive, and maybe they’ll find your dead body and that would ruin Jason, or maybe they won’t and you’ll rot behind the dumpster, smelling just as bad as the trash inside it—

Quiet quiet quiet.

You can’t stop shaking, your teeth won’t stop rattling, and you have to be quiet quiet quiet.

But your heart keeps pounding, faster and faster. It hasn’t slowed down since the monsters came, it’s only getting louder and faster.

Dimly you think you might be having a heart attack.

Everything gets a thousand times worse when one of the monsters shouts your name.

How do they know your name?

Footsteps on the pavement and people have stopped screaming.

Dead, you think. And you’ll be next if you’re not quiet quiet quiet.

The monster shouts your name again. It’s louder—they’re closer. You curl into a tighter ball. They can’t find you.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Your chest hurts; your heart wants to jump out of it.

Jason, you think wildly. Jason will save you. If Jason finds you, he’ll keep you safe. Your hands fish at your side, but find empty air: your purse is gone. There’s no way to reach him, and he can’t even track your location through your phone.

The monster shouts your name again. It has a deep voice.

Another voice joins it, deeper, pitched lower. You can’t quite make out the words.

“They’re around here,” the first monster insists. “B, we don’t have long, this strain is strong—”

“They’re strong,” says the second monster. “Their heart can handle it.”

Something thumps and a third monster says, “Everyone else is clear. Signal had to take two people to the hospital, but they’ll be fine, don’t look so upset, B.”

“You have the antitoxin?” the first monster demands.

“Relax, Hood,” drawls the third monster. “‘Course I do. So you tracked them here?”

“Yeah, I just—” Again it shouts your name. It sounds almost upset. “Please, it’s me, I can help you. Come on. You’re safe. You inhaled fear toxin, I know you’re terrified, but it’s me. You know me.”

It’s trying to lure you in. You won’t fall for it.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. Let them move on. Let them search somewhere—

“There you are.”

A hulking figure is blocking the light.

The monsters found you.

“Stop it!” you yell, trying to sound brave. “Leave me alone or—or you’ll regret it!”

“Please,” it wheedles, “I’m just trying to help you. Don’t you recognize me?” It reaches out with clawed hands and you kick frantically, but there’s nowhere else for you to go.

“Hey, aren’t these their glasses?” asks the third monster. “What happened to their contacts?”

“Don’t come any closer! The Red Hood will get you, I know him, if you hurt me he’ll kill you! Stop it!”

“I’m really sorry about this, honey,” the monster says, and its clawed hand latches around your ankle and you howl. The sharp points dig deep through skin into muscle and sinew, and it hurts and you’re going to die—

“Jason!” you shriek. “Jason, help me!”

“I’m right here,” the monster lies. “Please, I’m right here, look at me—”

You won��t. You won’t do it. You can’t watch while it kills you. “Jason, please!” you bawl again, but it’s too late. The monsters have you, you’re surrounded, he’ll never forgive himself but what could he even do against them—

Sharp teeth dig into your neck.

You’re dead.

“There we go, darling,” the monster says. Strong arms wrap around you—it wants to crush you to death—and you struggle, but there’s no use.

Except—

You can hear now, kind of, the rush of blood in your ears is receding a bit, and something heavy lands on your nose. This time, when you blink your eyes open, the world’s edges have sharpened. And the monster in front of you—

Well, you recognize the dark hair with a shock of white, and the brilliantly green eyes would be visible if not for the white-lensed domino mask, and the jagged scar on his cheek.

“Jay?” you murmur, hand coming up to touch it. He doesn’t flinch away. It took so long for him to stop flinching when you touch his face. Over his shoulder, you see Batman and Spoiler watching with satisfaction and slight worry. “What happened?”

“Scarecrow,” he says grimly. “He gassed the street, but only about twenty people were affected. I was patrolling nearby, and when I saw your purse on the ground—” He grimaces, then fixes you with a hard look. His two hands can span most of your head, and he takes it to press a firm kiss to your forehead. When he pulls back slightly, without looking away, “I want their heart checked.”

“The antitoxin—” Batman starts.

“I don’t care,” Jason snarls.

Your hands loosely hold his forearms, still shaking a little. “How’d you find me?”

“I tracked you,” he says softly.

“But my phone—”

“Honey,” he says gently, “of course that’s not the only one.”

Well. You should have guessed that, honestly.

“I’ll go check on the victims,” Batman says suddenly. “Come on, Spoiler.”

“Glad to see you’re okay,” Spoiler says to you, then dashes after Batman. In a whirl of capes, they’re gone.

“I’m so sorry,” Jason says in a rush.

“Jay—”

“I should have protected you,” he grits out, white lenses turning to slits as he squeezes his eyes shut. “This should never have happened—”

“You couldn’t have known,” you say softly, letting go of his arms and wiggling beneath them to wrap yours around his torso. Your nose wedges against his chest kind of uncomfortably, but now you can smell him, the familiar gunpowder and a little bit of sour sweat, and the faint tremble in his bones that mirrors the one in your hands. He clutches you close, head buried in the crook of your neck.

He croaks, “I’m so sorry, so sorry, so—”

“You saved me,” you mumble into his armor. “I knew you would.”

“I almost didn’t.”

“Jay.” You pull back to look at him seriously. “Even when I couldn’t think straight, I knew you would come. I’ll always know that, no matter what toxin’s messing with my head.”

Judging by the twist of his mouth, he doesn’t quite believe that. He’ll beat himself up internally for days, you know.

But you also know that while Bruce runs his tests in the Cave to make sure there’s no more toxin in your system, he’ll hold your hand the whole time. You know he’ll hold you tight in the bed you share tonight. You know, as long as Jason lives and breathes, he’ll always protect you.

“I love you,” he says thickly. “So much.”

“I love you too.”

“Let’s get you checked out.” He helps you up and holds you close and you know that you’ll be okay.

Jason’s here, so you’ll be okay.

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[avelera]

Can we hear your thoughts on Jayce’s and Viktor’s intelligence? I can’t help but feel like Jayce is often…dumbed down. Which feels insulting to the both of them.

Rarrrr.... I should be doing other things... but this is a rage button issue for me... so....

Jayce is just as smart as Viktor.

The reason he doesn't come across as just as smart has multiple elements:

1 ) Arcane S1 in particular does a lot of sleight of hand to set up Jayce as facing down a corruption arc where he's tempted by fame and power. They achieve this in multiple ways. On an emotional level, they often zoom out for his more tender lines and zoom in when he says something dumb or unfortunate.

Intellectually, they tend to show things like his chalkboard after the fact, when he's not at it, but they show things like Viktor actively working in the lab quite a lot. Basically, we see Viktor doing a lot more active science stuff while he's doing it, but with Jayce we tend to see the effects of the science stuff he's already done, like presenting prototypes that are already made, him holding hexgems that are already created, showing equations and notes of his that are already complete instead of showing him making them.

Overall, this creates a visual impression that Jayce is the dumber of the two, because we see him doing less actively, but if you pay attention he's doing at least as much science as Viktor regularly, it's just more off-screen.

2 ) Viktor wouldn't partner with someone who's not as smart as him.

Viktor reroutes his entire life to work with Jayce after reading his notes on Hextech. It's insulting to Viktor's intelligence to think he would "lower himself" to working with Jayce. Jayce is his equal, his partner, they compliment each other and both accomplish things the other couldn't.

For my money, Viktor is the more out-of-the-box thinker, Jayce comes from a family of tool makers and he tends to think in straight lines, most of his innovations are direct results of the spells he saw his Mage do, like weightlessness and transportation, while Viktor tends to come up with things like the Hexclaw and the Hexcore.

But both are also craftsmen and tinkerers, and it was Jayce's idea originally to do magic with technology, Viktor is working with him to innovate on that vision.

3 ) Jayce is a better public speaker and he's physically attractive and muscular, in a way that makes people underestimate his intelligence. It is very common for people who are good at speaking, people who are of above average attractiveness and, god forbid, people who keep an exercise routine to be seen as less smart even though those things have nothing to do with one another. Because Jayce is seen as the "face" of Hextech it's assumed that he's the lesser intellectual partner, when the truth is, it's just a division of labor. Viktor is terrible at public speaking and doesn't like doing it, Jayce is charismatic so he does it.

He's not a gym jock, his muscles come from the forge where he makes absolutely mind-bogglingly advanced items like Caitlyn's sniper rifle and his own hammer, the guy is basically making Hadron Colliders over an anvil. But because people tend to judge based on appearances, people tend to think he's dumb.

4 ) Jayce thinks in straight lines. He's incredibly direct. The reason he agrees to raid the Shimmer Factory with Vi is because he's sick of politics and he's sick of the corruption, and he wants to just deal with a problem directly. That's why he and Vi bring out the worst in each other, because they both think like that, and straight lines aren't always the best way to tackle a difficult problem, but Jayce is a scientist, he's used to seeing a problem and just fucking solving it.

The problem is, that doesn't work for all problems. He's incredibly smart as an engineer, literally Ambessa can't even find a scientist in Piltover as good as him and Viktor, but he's not widely read. He's not a politician or a diplomat or a social scientist. This also lends to the perception that he's dumb but you'll notice, Viktor is never put in a position to make decisions like that, Mel is never put in lab to solve a scientific equation, and in general, most characters aren't put in a position where they have to perform at the top of more than one field in the way Jayce is, so yeah, Jayce ends up looking dumb because he has to handle being the leader of a city when he spent his life working on Hextech and promoting Hextech. Of course he's not going to be perfect.

But that's also another case of sleight of hand, we see Jayce failing at more things because we see him thrown in a position to impact more things. A lot of characters maintain their image of being smarter or more skilled than him because they're not asked to work outside their range of skills nearly so often.

[munipe]

𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐊- 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃!

Saiki x Socially Awkward! Reader

Synopsis: Quiet people form quiet alliances

The first time you used Saiki as a meat shield, was during a lab where everyone got to pick their partners.

You had subtly wormed your way to his side, logically assuming that socially awkward people should stick together. The only issue was that he wasn’t socially awkward…just annoyed.

Saiki was hoping somebody else would snag you as their partner. There was an uneven number of people in the class, so logically he could’ve gotten by if he planned his trip to the bathroom right, but just his luck, somebody already left. He had to worry about Teruhashi, but by the gods, Yumehara had already paired with Teruhashi, so the imminent threat was disarmed. The worst case scenario would him being stuck with Nendo, who would try to convince the teacher to let them create groups of three.

Though he supposes this wasn’t the end of the world either. This would come off as him already having a partner, and having no need to be included in a trio. He supposes he doesn’t hate this silent arrangement.

‘Perhaps if I just stick by him, the teacher will assume we’re partners and we can work together! There’ll be no need for me to intrude on a pair!’ Your internal monologue was filling his brain. It was odd. He had always heard your voice close, but he never knew from where your voice was from. He’d make sure to take note of that. ‘What if he already has a partner? Should I ask? If he had a partner he wouldn’t be standing alone right? I should ask right?’

This was just tragic to him.

“Uhm, excuse me, Saiki, do you have a lab partner yet?” You finally voiced.

He shook his head.

“Could we be lab partners?”

He nodded.

That day had marked a silent alliance between you two.

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The first time Saiki had used you as a meat shield, was during a passing period.

Though, Saiki had already come to terms with Teruhashi being God’s favorite, he was reminded of it constantly. His daily reminder came in the form of her planning to pester him. He had no visible escape. He could hide in the boys bathroom and try to wait her out, but shes super persistent. His invisibility would only work if Toritsuka wasn’t around. He was trapped. She’d notice if he didn’t ever exit the bathroom. She’s only catch him after school.

‘I need to get the lab done with Saiki. We have lunch now. I’ll talk to him when I see him.’

Saiki heard your monologuing enough to know it was a lie—you’d scatter at the thought of approaching him in the hall. He supposes you won’t be the worst diversion. Really he could complete the whole project in a day in a second or two, but that’s not what the average person does.

He makes his strategic move out the bathroom, making sure to keep Teruhashi looking before activating his forced telepathy.

‘Talk to me about the project’

‘Talk to Saiki about the Project?’

He needed this to work…It did. When he feels a tap on his shoulder, he’s glad he doesn’t hear the monologue of Teruhashi, but the sound of an internal:

‘What am I doing’

“Saiki, sorry if I scared you, could we work on the project after school?”

When he hears a frustrated thought from Teruhashi, he looks down at you appreciably monotonously .

[carn4g3]

hello! do you have any crumbs for eyeless jack x fem!proxy reader that got hurt on a mission? thank u!!

Accident Prone | Eyeless Jack x Fem Proxy Reader

Summary: Getting injured frequently isn't always a bad thing. Sometimes, it lets you get closer to one mysterious medic.

TWs: Mentions of violence, injuries & medical equipment (IVs)

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I'm still trying to figure how I want to write Jack dialogue wise (in the Night Shift I tended to make him more reserved in the sort of shy way, but I'm not sure I like that characterization fully) so pls lmk what y'all think :)

General

I tend to follow the idea that Jack was sacrificed by a cult-like group to their demonic deity as a human vessel--leading to his appearance today. His involvement with the group was passive, at first. As a first year med student in a relatively small program, he didn't know many people and found it easy to befriend his surprisingly talkative lab partner. Much of the cult activity probably flew under Jack's radar until a cold, harsh blade was quite literally ripping through him.

That being said, Jack at least managed a bachelor's degree, probably on some sort of pre-med track, before his normal life came to an end. He holds a bit more technical knowledge than the average person, but he's by no means an expert.

Slender hardly sought out Jack for his medical prowess. It's practically a given that a pawn of the creature knows how to stop themself from dying. Proxies in particular are expected to know anything from basic first aid to treating bullet wounds. Admittedly, trying to stop yourself from bleeding out while in the depths of the woods with only the clothes on your back doesn't lead to many sanitary situations. Amongst other things, Jack does wonders in preventing infection, and Slender would be the last to object to that.

As a proxy, you don't get too many opportunities to interact with anyone who isn't also a proxy. The breaks you get between missions are often only a few days long at most, and there's no telling what you'll have to get done during that time as well.

Similarly, Jack doesn't spend much time with others, but that is much more a conscious choice of his. If you're not under his direct care, it's pretty hard to properly pin his schedule or whereabouts. So, there's really only one way to become close to the demon given: get injured.

You had been a proxy for a few years now. Still considered the newest in technical terms, you were far from that initial probationary-training period. Despite that, your almost permanent residency in Jack's infirmary was as strong as ever-- only rivaled by Toby.

An almost sheepish grin had spread over your face as Jack just considered you silently. Like clock-work, you would appear at his door at the beginning of the week with some sort of injury to be patched or checked. This time, you had all but dragged yourself to Jack's cabin, ankle throbbing from inside your hunting boot. "What happened this time?" If you could see his face, you're sure he would be raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Target tried to break my ankle..." You replied. "Really?" He asked, something like worry in his tone. "No," You admitted, "Just fell..." Jack sighed, less than surprised by the reality of your situation, "Alright, come in."

Your first few visits with the demon medic were certainly a bit intimidating. Seeing his inhuman features for the first time was jarring, and it didn't help that Tim would stand disapprovingly at your side. Too focused on disappointing your mentor or Slender itself, you hadn't really thought to talk to Jack more than a brief explanation of your injury.

As your visits became unaccompanied, you took a bit more care in the person treating your frequent injuries. Letting random topics fall from your lips on a whim, it seemed to work-- occasionally eliciting a chuckle or even a brief response. Now, he seemed a bit more talkative during your visits. Checking if he wrapped any bandages too tight or pausing when you hissed in pain, you always saw Jack as quite the skilled medic.

"If it hurts that bad, just go get pain meds from Jack." You huffed in annoyance. No matter how many times you found yourself having to work with Jeff, you managed to be shocked by his sheer skill at being an asshole each and every time. Despite the gauze pad on your cheek, which hardly covered the bruise that spread out underneath it, the other killer had been whining on and on about his own recent injury. You certainly weren't apathetic towards the stab wound that had taken him out for a week, but was it really still that relevant almost a month later? "Go to EJ?" Jeff barked in disbelief, "That dick would just call me a waste of resources." "Not if you were actually in pain, now get back to work." You scoffed at the exaggeration. "Are we talking about the same guy? He acts like we're running on scraps or some shit." He disregarded your words, as was expected. While you were intent to ignore him this time, Jeff clearly had other plans, " No seriously, does he just give you shit whenever you ask for it?" "Well, yeah. "Maybe if you weren't such a bitch he'd do the same for you." You looked at him in confusion. "Watch it," He snapped, "What'd you do to get him do that, suck his dick or--" "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll give you a real reason to be bitching about pain meds." You threatened, raising your weapon to emphasize it. "Holy shit, no need to get your panties in a twist." Jeff rolled his eyes but quieted down anyway. After a few moments, he piped up once more, "Ask around sometime. You'll see what I mean."

Imagine

Sleep pulled heavy at your eyelids as they begrudgingly drew open. Even in your haze, you realized the room around you was both familiar and unfamiliar all the same; how poetic. You knew Jack's cabin well, at this point. It was pretty bare-- any decorations being whatever the last tenant "left" around. Each room looked essentially the same, and your suspicion was only confirmed when you took note of the nose burning cleaning chemicals in the air.

You weren't left pondering in the silence for very long, though. As soon as you registered your location, the devil himself stepped in. Maneuvering with ease, his boots seemed to strategically miss the parts of the floor that creaked the loudest. He shut the door quietly, one hand on the door handle, and the other holding some sort of item. Your eyes hadn't fully adjusted to the dark enough to discern it.

"You're awake." Jack spoke without you having to say a word.

He'd briefly explained his enhanced senses to you before, something about breathing being especially amplified to his ears, "If I wasn't you would look real stupid right now."

"To who?" He asked, "The dust?"

"Good one." Despite the sarcasm, you appreciated his dry humor.

Moving closer, he practically towered over the short bed frame. From this angle and lighting, you could see how those dark, soulless eyes could strike fear in the average person. Although, you couldn't quite imagine the role of a victim for long given the plate of food grasped in his left and-- as opposed to a scalpel. With his free hand, he swiftly moved to turn on the small table-lamp beside you. The yellow glow was dim compared to a normal light source, but it still stung your unadjusted eyes.

"If you're hungry," He explained as he placed the plate down, "you're fine to eat solids."

"I'd hope so," You muttered, "I don't think I've lost that many teeth."

His outward appearance didn't change, but you could tell he was amused by the comment, "The healthy amount would be zero."

Oh right, you weren't just in here for fun. Shuffling to the other side of the bed, Jack gently inspected the IV solution hanging up just beside you. Seeming satisfied with his gentle prodding, he regarded you once more.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Fine," You shrugged, "You're a miracle worker like always."

Jack scoffed gently, "The medicine is, not me."

You rolled your eyes at his response, but he wasn't keen on letting you get in the final word on that matter, "What happened?"

Hearing the question, you took a pause. Despite the aforementioned pain-meds coursing through your system, you could still feel a dull throb around your calf. It didn't take much for missions to go wrong. Just a split second too long and suddenly you were in the midst of a police chase, K-9 units released along your path like you were some sort of heathen like Jeff.

"Dogs." You answered bitterly.

Averting your gaze to the plate of food beside you, you noted the small wafts of steam still leaving the dish, "Did you just make this?"

"Yes," Jack let you maintain the subject change, "Why?"

"Were you just going to leave it there if I wasn't awake? Seems like a pretty lousy gift" You noted.

"I could tell you were waking up." He attempted to defend himself.

"You can tell through the walls?" You asked skeptically.

"I had to check your vitals." Jack explained once more.

"Why didn't you check the IV then?" A smirk edged its way onto your face as you noticed you had caught him in his lie.

Jack would never admit to that, though, "Eat the food if you want it. I have other things to do."

Stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets, he headed quickly for the door. He never left quicker than when you managed to fluster him, a fact you tended to tease him for whenever the opportunity would arise.

"Sure thing, Jack." You called after him sarcastically.

"Don't let it get to your head," Jack bit back, "Sherlock."

[illum1z]

Lonely Star

Starboy!Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

You’re lonely. You’re grown enough to admit that. You’re also boring. Maybe a party will fix that. Your friend seems to think it will.

tags: voice kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl, angel etc.) body worship, slightly obsessive, implied stalking, soft mdom, pleasure dom gojo, HEAVY praise kink, just filth, drug use (weed, alcohol)

wc: 7.3k

Inspired by my favorite song by the weeknd (originally posted this on ao3, decided to make some tweaks and post it on here too) :p

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Proverbs 27:12

“The prudent sees danger and hides himself, but the simple go on and suffer for it.”

A faint nausea roils deep in your gut as you stare at the blank document in front of you. An essay that’s no way near done, half a can of room temperature winter Red Bull, and over 50 unopened emails. You wanted to rip out your hair strand by singular strand. You wondered why you chose to do this to yourself.

You had checked Instagram a total of—count them—18 times since you sat at your desk 25 minutes ago, intending to finish up any schoolwork. Posts slowly trickled onto your feed from old high school friends in Europe or some other South American country. Their token good boy boyfriends took photos of them facing the vast cobalt turquoise waters or gothic architecture that stretched so high the steeples disappeared into the grey clouds. Truly, as much as it disgusted you, you felt immensely jealous of the lives they could choose after taking their diploma on that stage a couple of years ago.

For as long as you can remember, you never actively tried to seek out adventure or anything of the sort. You could usually be found cooped up in your room, nose in a book, or in your kitchen baking different cute little desserts for yourself, quaint music flowing from your speakers as you mixed batter or iced cakes. This was ideal for you anyway. Why would you rather be out snorting lines of coke in the back of some limo with girls you barely trust? You stayed out of trouble, stayed out of danger, and were happy that way.

You have nobody to impress by doing things like that, and you loved your quiet little life. So, what is this feeling that is like something is sitting on your chest? A voice nags that says, “You’re boring. You’re lame, and nobody likes an average Joe.” You did your best not to think about it, opting not to even like the posts your acquaintances posted and simply just trying to ignore them. Out of sight, out of mind. But these things never actually come easily to you.

You dragged your hands down your face, and the unfamiliar piercing ring of your cell phone snapped the silence in half. (You don’t receive calls very often if that wasn't already apparent.) Reluctantly, you look at your phone, expecting it to be your doctor wanting to schedule a follow-up for some old labs or something, but instead, you immediately notice the profile picture of one of your friends. Friend is kind of a stretch, she tends to reach out to you only if she has nothing else going on with anyone else.

You pressed the green answer button and put her on speaker. “Hey, Oakley, to what do I owe this pleasure?” You sounded slightly sarcastic, with maybe a tinge of annoyance in your voice.

She trilled her lips in an exaggerated sigh, the quality of the phone call crackling when she spoke. “You sound like you need a drink. Don’t worry, your best friend is to the rescue!”

“Best friend is kind of reaching, yeah?” you drawled, light-heartedly, you hoped, because you didn't want to hurt her feelings. You could practically hear her roll her eyes over the phone.

“Whatever (Name), you know you miss me a little at least.” You shrugged to yourself, a ghost of a smile making an appearance.

“Anyway, I can only imagine what you’re doing right now. Are you reading in bed or something?”

“Actually, I'm sitting at my desk, writing an essay with invisible ink, so close.”

“Okay, so nothing important, I want you to come with me to a party.”

You immediately opened your mouth to shoot her down. Parties were not your thing. It was like tossing a grasshopper in the ocean. That territory was very unfamiliar to you. The last party you went to was freshman year, the classic frat party that left you with a hangover that could kill God and a chipped tooth you later got filled in. Parties were dangerous for somebody like you.

“Oakley, I would rather-”

“I’m not listening to your excuses. All you do is sit and read. Or work, or bake, or shit that doesn’t get your blood pumping.”

“Reading gets my blood plenty pumping, mind you. I will not take this slander.”

“You’re a hermit, nerd. And I will not stand for this. You are 20 going on 21. The prime years of your life, and you don’t even try to have fun. I’m begging you, as an early birthday present, to come to this party with me. You can come to my place and get all dressed up, be a girl with me, please. It’ll be fun, I swear.”

The line went silent for a moment, and then you narrowed your eyes at the screen, imagining that she was in front of you.

“Your other friends bailed out on you, didn’t they? And your birthday was literally 3 months ago,” you rubbed at your temples, feeling a headache creep up from the very back of your skull.

“That doesn’t matter right now; I want to hang you with you on Thursday, can you please just pull the stick out of your ass and at least pretend you want to come.” You felt a pang in your chest as you realized you truly do have a stick up your ass. Like you were thinking earlier, you are boring, and it's not a good look. Another beat of silence.

Finally, you sighed. “Whose party is it?” You could almost hear her throw up her fist in victory at your submission. “A friend of a friend. I promise it’s nothing to worry about, it's safe, we’ll have a driver, and it's kind of exclusive in a way. We’re gonna have so much fun! Thursday, 3 pm, come by my place and I’ll give you all the details while we get ready, okay?”

The pure excitement in her voice swayed your heart in a way you weren’t expecting. It hurt a little, knowing just how excited she sounded that you’d be doing this with her, maybe she was scared to go on her own. “Yes, ma’am,” You sighed and went to hang up. “I’ll see you Thursday.”

The phone hung up, you decided to be done for the night. It was 11 pm after all. Switching off your lamp and cleaning up your desk, you made your way to the shower.

Thursday arrived before you knew it. Waking up that morning, you were dreading the night. After a thorough shower and a nice breakfast, you decided to run some errands. First on the list, cash this check your grandma sent to you for your birthday. Your grandmother has always been very generous and insisted on sending money every few months to help you navigate adult life. Although your birthday is no time soon, she tends to get a little foggy in the brain, but you don’t complain, she’s trying her best.

Slipping on a sweater and some leggings, you gathered your tote bag and your water bottle. November was always a weird transition month for you. The cold was biting, but the snow hadn’t arrived yet. Christmas is still so far away, and Halloween seems so far behind you now. It was a very sad month, it was like January but a little less depressing.

Stepping out of your quaint townhome, you started your journey down the street. The public had already arisen way before you, the streets bustling with college students, people late for work, dog walkers with 4 leashes in one hand and a coffee in the other. The streets were always so alive, no matter what time of day it was, and it motivated you somewhat. Everyone is going through it, you’re all suffering together in a way.

The bank was about 8 blocks away, and with a new set of determination, you picked up your stride with purpose, the cold wind nipping your nose, burning just a little. With the check nestled safely in your purse, you crossed street after street, passed shop after shop, in your own little world. Your headphones snug on your head, blaring music and protecting your ears from the cold gusts of wind that stirred the leaves on the streets.

Unfortunately, you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, cue the embarrassingly clumsy move of bumping into someone walking in your direction. Your forehead rammed directly into somebody’s chest, not hard enough to knock you back, but hard enough to hurt.

You quickly stepped back to get out of this person’s personal space, thinking silently to yourself that they must be freakishly tall because, by all means, you were not short.

You dragged your eyes up the slender but built figure of who you bumped into. An apology instinctively falls from your lips. “I am so sorry; I truly am just forgetting that I’m in public, I genuinely did not see… you.” As your eyes landed on the face of the person, words seemed to fail you for a split second.

The first thing you noticed was the icy pair of cornflower blue eyes the stranger had. Very bizarre, it was like he had just come through a saturation chamber, a pair of small circular sunglasses sat languidly on the bridge of his nose. Then the rest of him, good god. He had to at least be 6’3, carrying this air of being cocky; his posture was fixed, authoritative, and overly confident. Literally your worst nightmare, with snowy hair that sat on his head perfectly, the bangs framing his soft, yet still sharp face. Plush pink lips that any girl would be jealous of, and of course, these luscious lashes that made you want to rip them out and replace your own. He looked familiar, like maybe a face you’ve seen on a billboard or two, but you couldn’t quite place it.

He flashed you a charming smile, eyes crinkling as a chuckle hit your ears. “Woah! Hey, you alright? You seemed up in ya head a little, yeah? Almost knocked me on my ass.” His large hands engulfed your shoulder to hold you steady to ensure you didn’t fall.

Oh my god, you were gonna throw up. He had the most resonant, mellifluous drawl of a voice. A lazy and carefree tone, yet still having the power to command a room at his will.

“You went quiet on me, sweetheart, did ya hit your head too hard?” He bent down to your level, his palm moving to lift your hair off your forehead, his eyes studying you with a worried look as if to check for injuries, a slight frown dawning on his pretty lips. You blinked and smiled at him awkwardly.

“No, I’m okay, thank you. I'm sorry again, I should be paying more attention to where I’m going.” His smell seemed to envelop you, hints of vetiver, a smoky amber with a trace of vanilla chasing after it. You blocked out the people around you and focused all your attention on the man in front of you.

“No harm done, you’re good hun.” Not once did he stop smiling; the navy blue bomber jacket he donned slowly slipped off his shoulders. His hands finally fell from your shoulder, but not before giving them a gentle, almost absent squeeze. “Where are ya heading in such a rush?” He stood back up to his full height before tilting his head at you curiously like a puppy, still taking the whole of you in.

You opened your mouth to answer, but stopped yourself, narrowing your eyes slightly. You don’t know this guy, and he's definitely not some normal dude in some ways. The question may not seem personal to anyone else, but you don’t get out very much.

He seemed to pick up the switch in your energy and raised his hands defensively. “Promise I’m not being weird, just trying to get in some small talk before you walk out of my life,” with the smoothness of butter, he grinned, all teeth on show as his hand came up and played with one of his bangs.

You raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but smile, loosening up a little. “Just running some errands before I begrudgingly go to the party my friend is dragging me to.”

It may have been a trick of the light, but you swore you saw a glint in his eyes akin to being up to no good. His grin widened, and his voice dropped slightl.y “Oh yeah? You don’t seem like much of a party girl if you don’t take offense to that.”

You didn’t but you didn't really vibe with the way he was somewhat psychoanalyzing you.

The walls came back up.

“A little strange that you think you know me so well already, Mr..?” You prompted for his name, and a look of bewilderment crossed his face, like he wasn’t expecting you to expect an introduction from him.

Nevertheless, a simple, sultry laugh rumbled in his chest, and your brain almost short-circuited.

“Gojo, Satoru Gojo.” He removed his sunglasses and slipped them into his pocket. His eyes were trained on you, and he didn’t break eye contact once. It felt like the guy was scrutinizing you. “The pleasure’s all mine. And ���m guessing you’ll give me your name in return..?”

His eyes bore into yours as if he were trying to pry your eyes out and peer past your sockets to study your brain.

His effect was too much for you; his presence was overwhelming your senses, and you needed to escape NOW.

With a quick once-over of him, you began to step around him. His eyes continued to follow you like they were stuck. “Maybe if we happen to meet again, I’ll tell you, but right now, places to be, things to do, so I’ll be going now.”

He pouted childishly as he watched you go. He smiled, his dampened slightly, not even enough for you to notice. “Aw, you don’t wanna stay here with me, hm? Not even a name to put to that darling face?”

Turning on your heel, you went to cross the street, waving at him. “It was nice to meet you, sir. Take care of yourself!” And you melted into the crowd on the crosswalk.

Gojo continued to search for you in the crowd, unmoving until he saw you emerge on the other side, walking a little faster than before.

First, he noticed the frazzled look on your face, paired with the hand rubbing your temples, while the other hand fidgeted with the buckles and zippers on your purse.

The second thing he noticed was how you had looked back after you had made it across, as if to see if he was still standing there observing. When you didn’t see him, he saw you mumble something to yourself before checking the time and booking it down the street.

Third and foremost, the small nervous smile that pulled your lips apart. He made you nervous, and that rattled a desire in him that made him want to squeeze something until it popped. His smile had disappeared as his gaze remained trained on you until you finally disappeared around the corner. The hand in his pocket clenched as he finally ripped himself from the trance and began to walk the opposite way down the street. His jaw ticked, and with a deep breath, his smile returned at a thought he had.

He looked forward to hearing you tell him your name. Not like he didn't already know, he was looking forward to breaking down that wall and earning that submission from you.

Soon.

Errands had been run, and you found yourself sitting on Oakley’s bed. She was blowing your hair while your hands got to the steady work of painting her toenails and a deep forest green color. You felt the intimate soft tickle of her fingers on your neck as she parted sections and slowly raked the dryer brush through them. The open window helped balance out the what of the dryer as you listened to the loud whoosh of the dryer and the faint sound of FKA Twigs poured from Oakley’s speaker on her desk.

“Again,” She speaks over the dryer, her fingers raking through your hair and massaging your scalp. “Thank you for coming, truthfully, I was scared of going alone. It's such a big-time party, and I was almost sick thinking about it. But I need to let loose more than anything right now, and so do you. Don’t forget to chillax tonight, have some drinks, and have a blunt. tonight is about to be hot, so let loose, and remember you’re still young. Staying hunched over your computer is bad for you all the time.”

You quietly nodded as you finished her toes just as she finished your hair. “I appreciate you thinking of me, Oaks. I do, I’m just nervous. I don’t know if you remember my last party, but i literally broke my tooth.”

“Who hasn’t?” She exclaimed, in an attempt to make sure you didn’t back out on her. It did not help settle your soul.

“You’re gonna be fine.” She massaged your scalp for a second before standing up.

“Alright! The party is in an hour and a half, let's pick an outfit, and then we can do our makeup.” You stood up with her and meandered into her closet with her, flipping through all her options.

After a long 30 minutes of decision-making, a dress was picked. Together, you guys sat in her large bathroom in front of her vanity, doing makeup. The music blasted in the background, and she occasionally used a makeup brush as a microphone to sing along. You couldn’t help but have fun with her, she was always so carefree and expressive it was hard to act nervous. Hell, you even joined in a few times.

After a long period of getting ready, you guys stood in the mirror together and looked over your work.

Oakley shrugged before wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively. “I’d fuck you.” Mouth agape with an untimely snort slipping out, she laughed, shaking her shoulders. She laughed with you, playfully grabbing at you. You were already having so much fun.

You needed this.

You both pre-gamed the party, sharing a bud and a couple of shots of vanilla Schnapps. You both stood on the sidewalk, Oakley checked her phone, her eyes already a little low-lidded and pinkish. “Our ride should be here in just a second.”

Oakley’s hand intertwined with yours as if she feared you’d change your mind last minute and run away. Time was sort of getting away from you, and before you knew it, you were in a limo 5 minutes away from your destination.

A giggle bubbled up from your chest as you turned to your friend in the moving car. “Girl, I don’t even remember getting in the car.” The high was sort of wearing off already, and anxiety sat heavy in your stomach like an anchor.

She squeezed your hand as you focused on the streetlights and building windows that flew by as you made your way to the venue. Before she could reassure you, remember something.

“Oakley…”

She immediately let go of your hand. “Please don’t tell me you're about to puke because if you throw up, I will too.”

“You never actually told me whose party this is, or even where it's being held.”

She smiled sheepishly and looked out the window. “Oh, it's nothing, it's being held at a penthouse by some really rich guy, no biggie.”

Your eyes widened as you took in this information. “Are they even gonna let us in?!”

She quickly turned to you and smiled.

“Yes, I know for a fact they will. Don't worry. Please stop worrying, you’re gonna make my anxiety act up again. It's going to be fun, I promise.”

The limousine came to a slow stop. The driver pressed a button that automatically opened the doors. “We’ve arrived, ladies. Go ahead and walk into that building and tell them your names, and you’ll be good to go.”

You both thanked the driver and stepped out with your purses, closing the doors behind you and standing on the sidewalk. The skyscraper stretched far beyond the dark skyline, the illuminated windows disappearing far beyond the eye can see. The building looked pretty empty from the outside. Nobody was outside, and from what you could see, nobody was inside either.

“Are you sure this is right? It seems empty, Oakley.” She smiled and led you to the glass door entrance, opening it for you and gesturing for you to go inside.

“Trust me, it's just a little high profile. This is right.” You walk into the building with your friend in tow. Inside, it was sleek, the whole lobby decorated with black and white marble floors and dark ebony wood walls. There was an empty reception desk to the right and an elevator to the left. Any and all doors in the lobby had no windows, and it seemed like nobody was inside.

Oakley walked to the elevator and pressed the top floor, before waiting for it to come down. With a pleasant ding, the doors slid open, and she dragged you inside, waiting for them to close.

“Now, just be calm,” She rubbed your back reassuringly, her warm skin caressing the expanse of your shoulder blades in your open-back dress. “My friend told me there’s like an extra step to this or something. To actually get to the party.” After a minute, the elevator dinged again before opening to a small room, the same as the lobby, but with no windows and no doors, just a plain room. Inside stood two tall men, both wearing navy blue suits and ties, intimidatingly staring you both down as soon as the doors opened. You both walked into the room slowly, heels clacking against the floors and bouncing off the empty walls.

“Names?” The man on the left asked, holding a table of sorts, eyeing you both up and down.

Oakley spoke first. “Oakley Summers.” She looked at you next, prompting you to give your name. When you said it, both men raised their eyebrows in acknowledgment and nodded at each other. He tapped on the table and smiled warmly.

“Alright, ladies, you’re free to go. Take this keycard and hold it up to the keypad by the emergency button, and you’ll get where you need to go.” The man on the right handed you a small white keycard and smiled a little less warmly.

“Enjoy.” His voice bordered on a warning, like he was giving you a chance to turn back. You took the keycard with confidence and thanked them quietly under your breath. You and Oakley walked back onto the elevator before you scanned the card. The doors shut, and you began ascending again. So that wasn’t the top floor?

You and Oakley shared looks and burst into a fit of laughter. “High profile you said? This is literal FBI shit Oaks.” She shrugged and poked your side.

“This is gonna be the best night of our lives.”

The elevator doors opened again after about a minute, and you were not prepared for what you saw. What could be the biggest room you have ever seen was filled to the brim with people, packed like sardines. Loud chatter, singing, music so loud you could feel the bass vibrate your ribcage. Red, purple, and blue lights flashed everywhere, it felt like the ground was shaking. Past the crowd were large lounge areas with what could only be described as nightclub furniture. You could see 3 bars alone from the elevator, women on poles littered about the room, giving everyone a show they wouldn’t dare forget.

Oh yeah, this was unfamiliar territory.

Oakley stood next to you in shock and awe, a huge grin creeping onto her face. She grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the elevator. “Come on!”

You held tight as you weaved your way through sweaty, grinding bodies. The room smelled like alcohol, weed, and 100’s of different colognes and perfumes. The lights bounced off the layer of smoke that sat above the room, casting an eerie glow on the crowd.

You guys eventually made it to the closest bar and sat on stools next to each other. Oakley immediately ordered a few shots for you two to share as you took in your surroundings, There were so many people. How did it look so empty outside?

When your drinks arrived Oakley handed you your shot. “On three?” She yelled over the thumping music. You smiled and nodded. On 3 you both downed your shot.

You coughed the burn searing your throat as your eyes watered.

“Holy shit what was that?” You coughed into your hand trying to look at your friend, who was struggling equally as much.

“Probably – agh fuck - Everclear or something.” She shook her head and reached out her hand. “Shall we dance?” You took her hand and she dragged you to the middle of the crowd, immediately hopping into rhythm with the upbeat song.

So many bodies surrounded you two, Oakley stood behind you, hands on your waist as you both jumped and rocked to the song. She laughed and sang along behind you, the alcohol settled into your system, a pleasant buzz simmering in your veins as you got into the rhythm.

Lost in the song, you forget about your responsibilities and your worries and live in the moment with your friend. Everything faded away, like a light at the end of a harbor. It was all so distant, so far away. It felt like your body was floating in a warm pool as a soft storm descended over the waters, the rain gently kissing your face, the lightning warming the blood in your veins. The thunder pounded in your chest, and you drowned.

Before long, the song ended, and you turned around to face your friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. Before you could process that she wasn’t there, a new, slower, and more sensual song began to play. Coming Down reverberated in your ears, the slow intro coaxing you to get back into the rhythm. The bodies in the room began to slow down; the lights dimmed to set the darker mood.

Before you could call out to her, a pair of hands settled on either side of your waist, a broad chest pressed against your back. You were going to retaliate before that familiar smell enveloped you again, but this time tenfold. Vetiver, amber, and vanilla, with a new twinge of smoke added onto the layers. Soft locks of hair tickled the back of your neck and a pair of lips gently rested against your ear.

They blew cold air against the shell of your ear before kissing it ever so softly, like you would shatter into a million pieces if they were too rough.

The hands snaked forward further, cupping your stomach and putting pressure on your lower abdomen, pressing you further against his chest. Then there was that fucking sin of a voice of his.

“Look who decided to bless me with her presence once again.” His voice tickled your skin, that lazy drawl of his coaxing you to lean further back into him, to meld into him like he was another part of you. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, but you wanted nothing more than to be so close to him that nobody would be able to tell your intertwined limbs apart. Your hand came up and cupped the back of his neck as he slowly swayed you both to the music, him not moving away from your neck. He pressed languid kisses along your exposed shoulder, dragging his lips down as one hand left your stomach to lift your wrist to his lips. He ghosted his lips down the inside of your arm until his lips rested on the pulse point on your wrist.

“You’re breathtaking tonight angel.” He murmured into your hair, the hand on your stomach moving to squeeze your hip. You still haven’t been able to see him yet, he remains behind you, holding you so gently, yet his grip on you is like a vice, and you’re not sure if you want him to let go.

You were drowning in him now. Gojo had you wrapped around his finger, the lights danced off your skin, and all he wanted to was take a bite, but he would never give these people the privilege of seeing him do that to you.

You were his for tonight. You were giving him this Thursday. He wanted you all to himself, away from prying ears and eyes. He finally turned your body around, guiding your hands to come up and wrap around the back of his neck as his own held your hips tight, guiding you closer.

Finally, you were able to get a good look at him in this lighting, The blues and purples flowed over his skin like light beams on ocean waves. His eyes bore into your eyes like your first meeting, his hands traced up then down, up then down…

“Mm, don’t look at me like that, baby. Ya havin’ fun?” His forehead rested against yours. There was no personal space here.

His nose brushed against yours, a slow lazy smile creeping onto his lips. “So pretty, so beautiful. I just want to get on my knees and worship you.”

Of course, there was small doubt in your mind, but as soon as he saw that shadow of insecurity on your face, he buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in. “I do, sweetheart, I do, yeah, I do.”

Oh my god, he was going to kill you.

His arms tightened around you, both of his entire arms encircling your whole body, one hand on your back while the other lifted your leg with a firm grip on your thigh, pulling you impossibly closer. He pulled his face back from your neck and pressed gentle, chaste kisses all over your face.

First, your nose, then both of your eyelids, behind your left ear, and the lobe of your right. One on each cheek, and the corner of your lips. You opened your mouth to speak, but words failed you once again. He smiled at you, before cupping your face in his hand.

“No, no, baby, it's okay. You don’t need to speak; this is all about you tonight. All I need from you is a yes. That's all…” He kissed your cheek again, his eyes half-lidded and pupils dilated. “Just a simple yes, and I can make this night unforgettable for you.” His breath mingled with yours, god he was so close.

You were so lost in the moment that you didn't realize at least 6 songs had played already before one that you recognized began to play.

“If, all I could say is if.” Gojo followed along with the intro aloud, his lips ghosting against your own as he spoke. Your head felt fuzzy and his arm pressed into your lower back, moving your body farther up.

Closer to him.

“Promise me you won't regret me like the tattoos on my skin.

I belong to you

Promise me when they all love you that you'll remember me

When you fuck them, you'll see my face

My body is yours

Every Thursday.”

With the indolence of a disciplined man, his lips melted into yours like chocolate, and his warmth spread from your mouth to the tips of your toes. You didn’t even realize you were leaning towards him until he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing your lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, smiling against you, groaning audibly before diving right back like a man starved.

His hands roamed as if he were searching for something, like he was searching for a way to pry you open and crawl inside your skin, to become one with you.

“Oh (Name,) please. ‘M gonna need a yes from you soon. I can’t even breathe, baby. C’mon, pretty girl, tell me you need this. Let me help you get a glimpse of heaven.”

You didn’t even bother to ask how he knew your name, you moaned into his mouth, gripping his hair in fistfuls. “Yes, mm god yes please Satoru.”

That was all he needed to hear. He ripped his lips away from you before taking your hand in his own and hurriedly guiding you out of the crowd. You couldn’t see where you were going, blindly following behind Satoru.

He led you further and further away until the sound of the crowd and the music was a muffled, faint hum in the background as he took you to an unoccupied lounge behind a closed door. As soon as the door shut, he guided your back against the door and pressed his entire body against you, swallowing your whimpers with his lips, like he needed you to breathe.

He kissed you with a fever that could only be described as desperate, nasty, and consuming. One hand held your neck, while the other traced down the length of your torso, before snaking underneath your dress. The pads of his fingers pressed against that bundle of nerves underneath your panties, tracing lazy circles over it as his tongue licked patterns into your mouth.

“Is my pretty girl wet for me?” He moaned into your mouth, laughing when in response your body jolted like you had been shocked. It felt so fucking right. You grabbed onto his arm, grounding yourself when he pushed your panties to the side, tapping his middle finger against the entrance of your cunt.

“Gotta get you good and ready for my cock, yeah? Don’t wanna hurt you sweetheart..” He slipped his middle finger in, and you nearly fell apart then and there. It was so long and slender that it reached farther than you’ve ever been able to reach yourself. He would never admit it to you, but the thought of hurting you just a little sent a dark and deep shiver down his spine. He imagined you arms tied being your back as he dug his tongue deep into your sweet cunt and eating you out until you were so overstimulated you couldnt breathe, then shoving his cock in you and fucking you absolutley stupid, no matter if you were all fucked out already. He’d love to use your body until you passed out on him. He would resort to slow, deep, torturous rolls of hips to coax your stupid brain out of sleep before pounding you into the mattress all over again.

But who knows when he’d have you again. Gojo wanted to take his time with you tonight and take care of you. He just hopes he can control himself.

“Ooh, yeahhh… ya feel that?” He kissed your collarbones, licking along them before sucking little purple marks into your neck. “Does that feel good, baby? I bet it does…” You nodded, unable to form words, too busy focusing on the feeling inside of you. Slowly, he added a second finger, making a slow, deep, come-hither motion inside of you.

“Let me hit that spot, beautiful, let me find it, make you fall apart for me.” And that’s exactly what he did, gently applying the most delicious amount of pressure to your G-spot, coaxing you to let yourself go. A pressure in your stomach began to curve and coil, your brain went foggy, and your ears began to ring as his words touched the deepest parts of you.

He dove back into your neck, his finger moving a little faster, but focusing more on the pressure. “Feel that for me, feel it all in your body. C’mon, give me one baby. I need one before I fuck you so good you can’t think. Empty that pretty little head of yours. Let go.”

You did as you were told, the tight coil in your lower tummy snapped, your back arched against the door, your hands twitching and reaching out to grasp onto his clothes.

“Oh, my fucking g-god. Satoru!” You saw white, briefly going blind. Before you knew what was happening, your world was spinning, and you were lying on a bed in the lounge room. He hovered over your splayed and spent body, his shirt gone as he unclipped his belt.

You sink into the mattress, the ivory cream sheets swallowing you in gently silky waves of white.

Satoru crawled on top of you, shimmying you out of your dress till you were completely bare below him. One hand grabbed your left thigh and pushed it up to rest right by your torso, the other hand pressed, not too hard, not too soft, against your lower abdomen, right on your tummy.

“I wan’ you to feel everything. How deep inside of ya I can go. I need you to feel all of me. Can ya handle that angel?” The look he gave you was almost pitiful, like he knew just how much he was about to affect you.

Nodding frantically, you close your eyes, “Yes, Satoru, I can handle it. I can handle you, please, please..”

He groaned and leaned down so he could kiss you. “Deep breaths, beautiful. Look at me and breathe.” You locked eyes with him, his gaze never shying away as he guided himself to your entrance. Breathe in. Breathe out. In… out…

When Satoru first split you open your first thought was, there is no way he’ll fit. But he must have seen the look in your eyes. He kissed your eyelids again, the hand holding to your thigh rubbing slow circles.

“It will, I promise. Just breathe like I asked. You can do it.” You breathed with him as he slowly pushed himself inside you with such gentleness that you wouldn’t believe how he would be obliterating your guts in a few minutes.

“Good job, good job, look at you go. My pretty little party girl. Taking me so well.” He thrusts oh so slowly, giving you time to adjust.

You were to fucked out to notice, but if you really payed attention to him, you would most likely feel scared. The look in his eyes was nothing short of animalistic. Like he’s been chasing after you for years, getting so close to capturing his fluttering, evasive dove, just for you to slip from his fingers yet again. A deep frustration knitted into his brows, and his fingers sank into the plush flesh of your lower body, resisting a primal urge in his gut to drag his nails across your smooth skin and carve his mark into you. Claim you as his.

He smiled a sick, cocky smile, taking in your absolute cock drunk expression, your eyes shut froms shyness, and your legs twitching when he hit that spot deep, deeeeep in your guts. The way your fingers twitched when he applied more pressure to your stomach. How your eyes rolled back and your cunt clenched when he got close to your ears, groaning and whispering about how good you were being for him.

Holy fuck, he was so impossibly deep. You could feel it in your throat. Your hands gripped the sheets above you, biting your bottom lip so hard you swore you tasted blood,

“Ah ah ah, none of that.” He slipped two fingers past your lips to coax you to open your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “Let me hear that gorgeous voice. Let - ngh - let me hear you..”

You complied, not holding yourself back. He had returned down to your stomach, and with one particular deep, slow, hard thrust, you could feel the bulge in your stomach where he pressed down.

“Yessss..” He moaned, mouth slipping around your nipple, his thrusts seemingly digging deeper and deeper with each pull and push of his hips. He kissed your breasts all over, your shoulders, your neck, your face, worshipping your body. “Make those noises for me, cmon. You love this, don’t you? Tell me you love it with those fuckin moans.”

“Been wanting you for so long, needing you for so long.” Each thrust of his hips made you feel ever more full than the last.

“Satoru…!” You whimpered, his touch leaving a hot trail of fire everywhere.

“I know you like the back of my hand, know you like you’ve been mine since the beginning of time. Know your body so well. Ah, fuck… beautiful, beautiful girl..” He could feel his morale slipping the more he lost himself in your sloppy cunt. He’d fuck you full of his children. He’d hide you away from everyone else, so nobody could look at you. You would be all for him and him alone.

This went on for god knows how long, he littered you with praises as he bullied his cock deep inside of you, never failing to hit that spot that made you see stars. His thrusts gain momentum and power throughout before every thrust knocks the air from your lungs.

“Gonna come one more time for me, sweet girl? Please, I need you to come again.” He had to make this last, he had no idea when the next time he’d see you would be. He wants you more than he needs oxygen. Needs you more than food and water.

But he can’t keep you. He WILL have you again another day, he’ll tie you down to his bed and fuck you so good you’ll come crawling back to him, begging to see heaven again. But it wouldn’t last. He’d scare you off. So he pushes it down and relishes in the fact that he has you now. Falling apart underneath him, drawing the most sinful sounds from you, sounds only HE can pull from you. He has you this Thursday, and he will not let this night go to waste.

“C’mon, baby. Give me one more. One more, you can do it…” Satoru begins to rub quick circles on your clit, hissing when he feels you clench around his cock.

“Oh god oh god oh god, Satoru I’m gonna come..” His grin spreads, ferally almost. Refusing to let up he pulls you into a deep, invading kiss.

“Go ahead,” his eyebrows dip as he watches every micro-expression you make. “Come for me, baby girl. Give it to me. I’ll give you anything and everything. Kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on you. You’re mine. Mine.. Come, pretty girl, please.”

Satoru’s pretty, breathless voice tipped you over the edge to your last orgasm of the night. Your mind shattered like a mirror, and you swore you passed out for a few seconds.

Your body twitched and convulsed when you came; it made Gojo feel like God, the way he could pull these reactions out of you.

He spilled himself inside of you, groaning in your ear before he bit the lobe, rocking his hips deeper into you to fuck him cum right back into you. He could die right now and die happier than ever.

He lay on top of you, spent, his chest swelled, and his head was fuzzy. You lay underneath him, almost already asleep. You both know deep in your hearts that come morning, this can be no more. He can’t keep you all to himself on Friday morning.

So, for now, you both relish this feeling of satisfaction.

Promise me, when they all love you that you'll remember me

When you fuck them, you'll see my face

My body is yours

Give them any other day

but Thursday

Belongs to me

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Edward Cullen (2/8)

WC: 2.5k

R was scanning the almost entirely abandoned parking lot, except for the familiar Cullen car. Although Edward had not been in class that morning for the decently important lab portion - much to R’s chagrin - Edward had sent her a text requesting if they could work after school, as he had a doctor’s appointment that morning. As the lab report was rather critical and due in two days, R had to agree.

However, standing in the parking lot as the sun vanished beyond the horizon, she felt chills. It felt almost surreal to be at a place so full of life not even a few hours prior that was now desolate and dark. R couldn’t help but wish that some club activity or some sport event was happening in the evening to spare her the shivers that rolled down her back. Wednesday was far too random of a day for a club, though, so her prayers went unanswered.

R was a paranoid soul and brought pepper spray in the case point of isolation like this. Although her and Edward had a good report, she never knew with the manipulative and creepy men these days, nor any other strangers who lurk around campus after dark.

She entered the STEM building. The Led lights that illuminated the hall were either flickering lowly or were turned off, emanating just enough light to survey the environment. Once she reached the end of the hall, she glanced into the lab. Edward was already there, but he turned back and immediately spotted her peering. He must have had some unparalleled senses, as R has been quiet as a mouse. She sent a smile and entered.

For some reason, Edward had turned on a scarce amount of lamps rather than the overhead light. It felt easier on the eyes, but allowed shadows to dance. She set her stuff down. Despite the cold temperature of the room, Edward’s warm smile didn’t allow her to notice. R set her keys down and pulled out her laptop and notebook. 

“Hello,” he greeted.

“Hello.” R set up her station. “Did you already start from where I left off?”

“Of course. I felt… guilty for leaving you to do the brunt of the work in the morning. I arrived ahead of time to make sure you did not have much to do other than assist with writing the lab report.”

R couldn’t help but smile. She felt grateful that the lab report would only take the average amount of hellish time rather than extra due to Edward’s absence. “Thank you. You didn’t have to, though. I understand that it was from health concerns.”

“You could say that…” he muttered. “It’s more so a familial precaution from my…condition.”

R perked up and wanted to pry further, but as Edward’s gaze shifted back to the completed project and the shared google document, she sensed that it was not something to question. She almost felt bad for the flash judgement she made from their first interaction two weeks ago.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t attractive and well-mannered.

R shook the thought away as Edward sent her a glance and a smile. It made her paranoid that she was showing her feelings on her face, and as she read over his notebook, she began assisting with the lab report. 

The atmosphere was quiet, yet the tenseness seemed to slide down her back. It was strange - despite her mental fortitude against most men, there was something about Edward that made those precautions dissipate physically.

Occasionally, they became caught in small talk, although small talk has now evolved from talk about the weather to more personal topics of delicious meals, travels, friendly gossip. It was strange to think that the mystical and distant Edward Cullen was so chatty on an individual level, but R suspected it was due to her friends’ and the schools’ romanticism and demonization of him and his family. 

“I think we’re almost done,” R drawled, a yawn escaping her lips. Time was flying by, anti was starting to affect her senses. The endless typing of computers, rechecking notes, and editing was too much - although the professor was fantastic, she felt it was still a heavy workload for two people. 

R reached down and took a sip of water from her custom blue bird shaped water bottle with a purse strap - her emotional support water bottle that reflected her interest of bird watching specifically. She’d be damned to be found hiking or traveling for pleasure if not for relaxation or bird watching. 

However, she had grown so lost in thought, she did not notice when she lay her head down on her notepad and began snoozing. Although worked was only slightly above average and something she was used to, her strict schedule had been thwarted by Edward’s absence, and her body was crying for a nap.

Edward sensed it almost immediately from her groggy thoughts and body language, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. He quieted he quieted yet quickened his typing, and it was hardly a few minutes later that the report was completed. He pulled his hoodie off and draped it over the woman, setting the scene. Gently, he shook her shoulders.

“R,” he mumbled. “Would you like me to take you home?”

R’s senses came rumbling back to her, but she still had to fight off the sleep. Her doe eyes fluttered at Edward softly, hardly registering the man in front of her.

“What… what time is it?”

“Only a few minutes have passed, although it’s 12:14.”

Her eyes shot open and she sat up. “Oh why god it is so past my bedtime! Sorry - let me finish up the report —“

“I already have. There was not much left to do. Let me drive you home and I can pick you up in the morning to spare you the gas,” Edward insisted politely.

R gulped and groggily blinked. “I…” She had a policy to let nobody but her gal friends to know her address. But in a town like this, it seemed perfectly reasonable to break her steadfast rule once. “Well - alright… I live [address]. I can direct you.”

“I know where that is,” Edward replied, packing up his stuff. “It’s closer to my home than it is to Forks.”

“Oh!” R exclaimed, some of the sleep being overwhelmed with curiosity. “I did not realize…”

She felt the hoodie on her back and she faced away in a flush as she packs dup her things. It was a kind gesture that gave her butterflies. She could feel his intense gaze boring into her as she packed up.

Edward was behind her and offered her a hand. She reluctantly accepted, realizing even if her mind was alert, her body was not. She stumbled a bit, both of her feet dead asleep and consumed with tingles.

Edward took her bag and keys as well, despite R’s half-hearted complaints.

“Here’s your…”

“Keep it. The temperature has dropped more since you arrived.”

“But you don’t have anything else -“

“The hoodie is mostly for show,” Edward insisted. “I’m not affected by this sort of weather.”

R gulped and layered the rest of her clothing, reluctantly, y sliding the hoodie over her. This somehow felt more intimate than that sloppy first kiss in middle school or holding hands under the lunch table. R tried not to think too deeply about it, but considering R was rather stunted in the romance department, she could not help but overthink the notion. R suddenly felt rather insecure about the fact that she was essentially a porn star but without the integration of any personally romantic relationships in her life whatsoever - while Edward seemed so handsome and mature that he almost glittered, and surely he had his choice of women, hence his avoidance of immature college-age girls his age.

Edward courteously wrapped an arm around R’s shoulders while carrying all items. R instinctually spaced out, feeling the sleep mix with the anxiety. She had her eyes shut for prolonged periods on the walk to his car. R cast but a glaze toward her’s before hopping into the passenger seat.

There was a mixture of delicate, delicious, yet almost nonexistent body odors. R immediately slumped onto the window on the drive home to the gentle murmuring of the engine and dainty radio signal.

Her body hardly noticed when she felt the familiar gravel parking spot. She was barely lucid as Edward unlocked the door and invited himself in afterward, helping her right to bed. It felt so… intimate. Yet something deep down was screaming that this was not a good thing to allow.

R slept seamlessly throughout the night, except for the minute shivers that she felt from sudden cold drafts. Routinely, at 4a.m., her eyes shot open. She was still so sleepy, but she could have sworn to have seen a silhouette of Edward sitting on the edge of her bed, watching. Yet her body did not alert enough to think more on it until the morning.

R shot up too the sound of her alarm at 7a.m.. A peek of sunlight escaped through the curtains and the smell of the morning dew escaped through the cracks of her windows. She could hardly recall the details of last night, and it took wandering downstairs to find a finished and printed report as well as his hoodie on the counter. She made herself a pot of coffee and noticed that the door was locked and her car was not in the lot.

So all of that had happened - but surely he had left after, R wondered, or had that vision of him next to my bed been real? It could have been, but it seemed to have happened so late in the night that it would have been classified creepy.

R heard her cell phone vibrate on the counter. She expected Edward’s number, but it was Jessica.

“Hey,” R rasped tiredly.

“Hey, girl - did you just wake up? I swear, I’m here for volleyball practice and your car is in the lot but I’m not find you anywhere. Want to grab some Starbucks before class?”

R blinked. “Oh, uh, about that. I was staying late with Edward for a lab report and he drove me home since I was dead tired.”

“Holy shit, actually, girl?” Jessica fawned. “You are so lucky! I could only dream for Edward to do something like that for me. Are you two… a thing? You guys would be so cute together —“

“No, no,” R insisted. “As you gals know, I am strictly no boys. Education and friends first and only. He is a sweet guy, but I am sure he is just being courteous.”

“No way, girl. But I guess no Starbucks, huh? Do you need me to bring you to school?”

“Thanks, but I think I will be fine. Edward promised to pick me up in the morning.”

“He is so into you!”

“Yes, yes, but even so, it does not matter. I would hardly jeopardize a grade because of a man.”

“Whatever you say. I will see you at lunch.”

“Good bye!”

R hung up and prepared her cute bento lunch. R was bad at eating consistently, so she ingrained into her daily ritual to make a cute aesthetic lunch ate she could not forget about. Today it was more fruity, and with some tooth picks, made a banana caterpillar in a “natural habitat” salad. She grabbed a delicious energy bar in addition, although that was not for herself.

As she was about to call Edward - about half an hour before classes started - she heard some gravel crunch outside. Her heart jumped a beat and all nuances of her vision being real left her mind. Why would he leave after staying the night to watch her sleep? Although R did not think too hard about how he locked the front door after leaving. 

R dashed outside. Despite R assuming the rest of his siblings would be there, it was a new car and it was empty. R scowled at how downcast it had become since waking up. The sun was now hidden behind a thick layer of dark clouds.

Se waved politely and hopped into the vehicle.

Edward was listening to a bluetooth station that R could certainly get behind, a concoction filled with several of her favorite artists. 

“Did you sleep well?” Edward inquired.

“Yes. And you? I am sorry that I wasted a lot of your night from you, um, taking care of me,” R muttered, suddenly feeling shy. “How long did you stay?”

“Only a few minutes,” Edward insisted.

“It’s strange how tired I must have been,” R mused. “I swear I woke up in the middle of the night and you were just by my bed. Must have been a dream.”

“You might say that you were dreaming of me,” Edward, almost flirtatiously, replied. “I am glad to have made an impact on your unconscious while taking you home.”

R flushed rather noticeably, and although Edward glanced, he showed no signs of thinking about it. They pulled into the lot well on time, and R’s friends who were still in the parking lot used to R’s connection to Edward to their advantage. Not necessarily for any reason other than to satiate curiosity, though. She was dragged to her Martine biology class with Angela while Jessica used her “wing man” capabilities to walk Edward to class (although R could tell from a distance how tense the man was from the unwanted encounter).

Her day passed without many hitches, and her weekend was the same.

[starzgaze]

MECH GENIUS!reader w/ jinwoo and hae-in

reader who's an engineer and started studying mana even if it's dangerous to be around if you're not awakened. they're aware about the fact they're more at risk of catching the illness of the eternal slumber but they don't really care since they have one goal in mind.

and if it's they can achieve their dream of creating mech weapons with the help of mana.

it started as a small project while they were pursuing their higher education and they wanted to see if there's anything they can do with mana. the concept of tinkering around with mana wasn't new but the idea of having mana related weapons was new since it was frowned upon and we have hunters around anyway, what's the point of having useless junk around?

but reader didn't care, it was a personal project anyway and they have extra time to splurge (nerd activities ahh) so they would be in their room tinkering with metals and sometimes will be found in the laboratories researching how they can tweak mana that could be concentrated to a point that they can use as bullets and if they can make different kinds.

so after a year or so they got carried away and got themselves into a rabbit hole of creating impressive mechanical war weapons that are deadly if an average person uses it. fortunately it looked complicated enough that intimidated people that would walk by it in the labs where reader would hang around so no one went near the contraptions. soon enough reader would have a variety of weapons and machines that could rival an A-rank hunter or maybe an S-rank if they tried hard enough...

of course this doesn't go unnoticed but not a lot of people snitched on them or their higher ups tried to tell them to stop whatever they were doing since first: reader is a engineering genius and helps them with whatever they need with such ease it scares them, second: reader has now less time on their studies because of their personal projects which means the other engineers can snag this opportunity to shine.

but two particular hunters would set their eyes on reader who finally used one of their creations when a dungeon break would occur dead in the night right outside of the laboratory of the university.

at this time, jinwoo and hae-in would be in the dating stage and was passing by a university since the two went on a convenience store run to have some snacks and to spend time together until they felt the familiar buzz of a dungeon break around the area.

on instinct, the two immediately head over to the area of the break. they didn't bother waiting for any permission or news that there was a break but they were greeted with a surprise that it was over??

monster blood and guts was everywhere, it looked so gruesome but all in the middle of the disgusting scene was a person with little to no mana but the contraptions in their hands was filled to the brim with it. the two hunters was surprised that there was a person out in this hour but then again it's normal for people who are studying to be awake at this hour...

it was hae-in who approached reader first and asked them if they all of this, snapping the engineer out of an adrenaline rush. the s-rank hunter was really impressed that reader did all of this for someone who probably doesn't have fighting experience.

reader confirms and probably twirls the weapon in their hand which again caught the attention of the two hunters. mainly jinwoo since the weapon in reader's hand reminded him of the weapons he would earn in dungeons and quests he finished whenever he gets those dungeon keys. but instead of shitty leveled weapons he would often see, jinwoo saw the contraption in reader's hand was far more high quality than his own.

the interaction between the two went on into the night as the gate behind reader closed on its own since the moment it went out jinwoo mutilated into pieces before reader could even shoot it down with their mech gear. after this moment, the two hunters officially wanted to know more about reader.

reader would suddenly meet hae-in or jinwoo on the street more often and get asked how's their research was going or if they wanted to be referred to either the korea's hunter association to be an engineer or be an engineer for ahjin guilde (this sorta sparked a small competition between the couple) which you quickly declined since you weren't sure if the projects you made was ready for other people to use since they were all just personal projects.

okay i give up making this coherent but jinwoo visiting reader and asking them if they can make a mech weapon for him to see how far their skill can take them and gets surprised how well reader is at their job and gave him a good weapon with shitty materials and a bit of mana. this now made reader his designated weapon's smith even if they're an engineer at heart.

"...hunter sun�� i mean jinwoo uh.. you know I'm an engineer right and not a blacksmith, right?" you voiced out as you looked down at the raw and expensive rare monster loot at your table that jinwoo brought for you. he wanted you to make a weapon for him since he really liked the way you make and design daggers (definitely not to visit you more than hae-in who can casually drop by because you two are best friends)

jinwoo hummed as he crossed his arms, looking down at you. "are you saying you can't do it?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. this of course ticked you off, he knew this. jinwoo wanted to rile you up.

"no i don't mean that.. it's just- agh okay whatever I'll do it"

you stubbornly accepted the loot, muttering a thankyou. though you will never admit it but you were sort of excited to work with these rare material and maybe cut off a chunk to conduct some personal research on what type of material it is and how you can weld it. jinwoo noticed this but didn't comment on it, he was just happy you accepted it.

now hae-in who's always adorned with high quality armors and suits will also start coming to reader when it comes to designing and creating her armor. she didn't fail how much better in quality and effective reader's creations were compared to the extremely expensive and difficult to make armors she owns so she stopped going to those companies and instead went to reader for her armors.

this of course made the blonde hunter visit reader more than her boyfriend since reader told her they would need updates on her body and check frequently if the suit they made is safe for her body. reader told hae-in before that they never made suits before but hae-in pointed out they made mecha gear for themselves and continued to sorta beg for reader to make one for her which made reader reluctantly agree (they were just scared they might make a fuck up and cause a springlock scenario.)

hae-in rubbed this in her lover's face that she meets reader more often which resulted the other being jealous, making hae-in apologize and promising that the two will share.

when the hunter saw the finished product of the creatiok you made, she immediately noted how more mechanical it looks. it looked more military-like in terms of design which is a motif you consistently made with your creations. but it didn't hinder it's quality when hae-in wore it to check the quality

she was surprised on how light weight and comfortable it was. the material on her skin didn't itched like how her old suits would since it would be made from lab-made materials or monster loot but the one reader made was extremely comfortable it's like something hae-in would wear on a day to day basis.

you adjusted the straps and locks on hae-in's armor as you went through over her body again, checking if everything went on properly while ticking off the boxes om your clipboard.

"straps are correctly buckled.... it seems there's no overlaps and the joints are not hindering eachother.... hmm" hae-in heard you mumble as she observes how focused you were, her eyes softening. she admired how dedicated you were to your work.

and the way you were concerned over her being gave her butterflies in her stomach

you finally took a step back, your eyes scanning over the armor you created. a proud smile cracked on your lips as huffed out. "everything seems to be fine! hoo~ i really went through so much making this design aha"

hae-in turned and moved her arms around. she never felt so free in an armor, usually she would feel constricted in these type of suits. the way you designed it also made sure there's no vital organs exposed unlike some of her armor where they would need some spots exposed for the sake of mobility. hae-in was impressed.

"you really know what you're doing huh"

you heard her comment as she admired your work. a pink blush crept up to your cheeks as you sheepishly chuckled at her compliment.

"nah, i just do thorough research that's it.."

after these frequent meetings with the two, you would spend more time with the world renowned hunters and the more they would be enamored with the way you carry yourself in your workfield and studies, even your silly ramblings and little niches captured their hearts.

of course the two of them discussed about their feelings and how this would affect your relationship but soon realized the two shared the same feelings for you and decided to share you as promised.

now okay I'm going crazy I'm gonna work now on the other stuff i have it's ending here unless i write something for this concept errr.... maybe with zhigang and other characters too hahahha.... 😁 so yeah have fun with this conceppttt

[mariacallous]

In an experiment last year at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, more than fifty students from universities around Boston were split into three groups and asked to write SAT-style essays in response to broad prompts such as “Must our achievements benefit others in order to make us truly happy?” One group was asked to rely on only their own brains to write the essays. A second was given access to Google Search to look up relevant information. The third was allowed to use ChatGPT, the artificial-intelligence large language model (L.L.M.) that can generate full passages or essays in response to user queries. As students from all three groups completed the tasks, they wore a headset embedded with electrodes in order to measure their brain activity. According to Nataliya Kosmyna, a research scientist at M.I.T. Media Lab and one of the co-authors of a new working paper documenting the experiment, the results from the analysis showed a dramatic discrepancy: subjects who used ChatGPT demonstrated less brain activity than either of the other groups. The analysis of the L.L.M. users showed fewer widespread connections between different parts of their brains; less alpha connectivity, which is associated with creativity; and less theta connectivity, which is associated with working memory. Some of the L.L.M. users felt “no ownership whatsoever” over the essays they’d produced, and during one round of testing eighty per cent could not quote from what they’d putatively written. The M.I.T. study is among the first to scientifically measure what Kosmyna called the “cognitive cost” of relying on A.I. to perform tasks that humans previously accomplished more manually.

Another striking finding was that the texts produced by the L.L.M. users tended to converge on common words and ideas. SAT prompts are designed to be broad enough to elicit a multiplicity of responses, but the use of A.I. had a homogenizing effect. “The output was very, very similar for all of these different people, coming in on different days, talking about high-level personal, societal topics, and it was skewed in some specific directions,” Kosmyna said. For the question about what makes us “truly happy,” the L.L.M. users were much more likely than the other groups to use phrases related to career and personal success. In response to a question about philanthropy (“Should people who are more fortunate than others have more of a moral obligation to help those who are less fortunate?”), the ChatGPT group uniformly argued in favor, whereas essays from the other groups included critiques of philanthropy. With the L.L.M. “you have no divergent opinions being generated,” Kosmyna said. She continued, “Average everything everywhere all at once—that’s kind of what we’re looking at here.”

A.I. is a technology of averages: large language models are trained to spot patterns across vast tracts of data; the answers they produce tend toward consensus, both in the quality of the writing, which is often riddled with clichés and banalities, and in the calibre of the ideas. Other, older technologies have aided and perhaps enfeebled writers, of course—one could say the same about, say, SparkNotes or a computer keyboard. But with A.I. we’re so thoroughly able to outsource our thinking that it makes us more average, too. In a way, anyone who deploys ChatGPT to compose a wedding toast or draw up a contract or write a college paper, as an astonishing number of students are evidently already doing, is in an experiment like M.I.T.’s. According to Sam Altman, the C.E.O. of OpenAI, we are on the verge of what he calls “the gentle singularity.” In a recent blog post with that title, Altman wrote that “ChatGPT is already more powerful than any human who has ever lived. Hundreds of millions of people rely on it every day and for increasingly important tasks.” In his telling, the human is merging with the machine, and his company’s artificial-intelligence tools are improving on the old, soggy system of using our organic brains: they “significantly amplify the output of people using them,” he wrote. But we don’t know the long-term consequences of mass A.I. adoption, and, if these early experiments are any indication, the amplified output that Altman foresees may come at a substantive cost to quality.

In April, researchers at Cornell published the results of another study that found evidence of A.I.-induced homogenization. Two groups of users, one American and one Indian, answered writing prompts that drew on aspects of their cultural backgrounds: “What is your favorite food and why?”; “Which is your favorite festival/holiday and how do you celebrate it?” One subset of Indian and American participants used a ChatGPT-driven auto-complete tool, which fed them word suggestions whenever they paused, while another subset wrote unaided. The writings of the Indian and American participants who used A.I. “became more similar” to one another, the paper concluded, and more geared toward “Western norms.” A.I. users were most likely to answer that their favorite food was pizza (sushi came in second) and that their favorite holiday was Christmas. Homogenization happened at a stylistic level, too. An A.I.-generated essay that described chicken biryani as a favorite food, for example, was likely to forgo mentioning specific ingredients such as nutmeg and lemon pickle and instead reference “rich flavors and spices.”

Of course, a writer can in theory always refuse an A.I.-generated suggestion. But the tools seem to exert a hypnotic effect, causing the constant flow of suggestions to override the writer’s own voice. Aditya Vashistha, a professor of information science at Cornell who co-authored the study, compared the A.I. to “a teacher who is sitting behind me every time I’m writing, saying, ‘This is the better version.’ ” He added, “Through such routine exposure, you lose your identity, you lose the authenticity. You lose confidence in your writing.” Mor Naaman, a colleague of Vashistha’s and a co-author of the study, told me that A.I. suggestions “work covertly, sometimes very powerfully, to change not only what you write but what you think.” The result, over time, might be a shift in what “people think is normal, desirable, and appropriate.”

We often hear A.I. outputs described as “generic” or “bland,” but averageness is not necessarily anodyne. Vauhini Vara, a novelist and a journalist whose recent book “Searches” focussed in part on A.I.’s impact on human communication and selfhood, told me that the mediocrity of A.I. texts “gives them an illusion of safety and being harmless.” Vara (who previously worked as an editor at The New Yorker) continued, “What’s actually happening is a reinforcing of cultural hegemony.” OpenAI has a certain incentive to shave the edges off our attitudes and communication styles, because the more people find the models’ output acceptable, the broader the swath of humanity it can convert to paying subscribers. Averageness is efficient: “You have economies of scale if everything is the same,” Vara said.

With the “gentle singularity” Altman predicted in his blog post, “a lot more people will be able to create software, and art,” he wrote. Already, A.I. tools such as the ideation software Figma (“Your creativity, unblocked”) and Adobe’s mobile A.I. app (“the power of creative AI”) promise to put us all in touch with our muses. But other studies have suggested the challenges of automating originality. Data collected at Santa Clara University, in 2024, examined A.I. tools’ efficacy as aids for two standard types of creative-thinking tasks: making product improvements and foreseeing “improbable consequences.” One set of subjects used ChatGPT to help them answer questions such as “How could you make a stuffed toy animal more fun to play with?” and “Suppose that gravity suddenly became incredibly weak, and objects could float away easily. What would happen?” The other set used Oblique Strategies, a set of abstruse prompts printed on a deck of cards, written by the musician Brian Eno and the painter Peter Schmidt, in 1975, as a creativity aid. The testers asked the subjects to aim for originality, but once again the group using ChatGPT came up with a more semantically similar, more homogenized set of ideas.

Max Kreminski, who helped carry out the analysis and now works with the generative-A.I. startup Midjourney, told me that when people use A.I. in the creative process they tend to gradually cede their original thinking. At first, users tend to present their own wide range of ideas, Kreminski explained, but as ChatGPT continues to instantly spit out high volumes of acceptable-looking text users tend to go into a “curationist mode.” The influence is unidirectional, and not in the direction you’d hope: “Human ideas don’t tend to influence what the machine is generating all that strongly,” Kreminski said; ChatGPT pulls the user “toward the center of mass for all of the different users that it’s interacted with in the past.” As a conversation with an A.I. tool goes on, the machine fills up its “context window,” the technical term for its working memory. When the context window reaches capacity, the A.I. seems to be more likely to repeat or rehash material it has already produced, becoming less original still.

The one-off experiments at M.I.T., Cornell, and Santa Clara are all small in scale, involving fewer than a hundred test subjects each, and much about A.I.’s effects remains to be studied and learned. In the meantime, on the Mark Zuckerberg-owned Meta AI app, you can see a feed containing content that millions of strangers are generating. It’s a surreal flood of overly smooth images, filtered video clips, and texts generated for everyday tasks such as writing a “detailed, professional email for rescheduling a meeting.” One prompt I recently scrolled past stood out to me. A user named @kavi908 asked the Meta chatbot to analyze “whether AI might one day surpass human intelligence.” The chatbot responded with a slew of blurbs; under “Future Scenarios,” it listed four possibilities. All of them were positive: A.I. would improve one way or another, to the benefit of humanity. There were no pessimistic predictions, no scenarios in which A.I. failed or caused harm. The model’s averages—shaped, perhaps, by pro-tech biases baked in by Meta—narrowed the outcomes and foreclosed a diversity of thought. But you’d have to turn off your brain activity entirely to believe that the chatbot was telling the whole story. 

[twstedpurple]

Good Pup

✧ Imagine doing your internship at Night Raven College under Divus Crewel. What kind of school life awaits you as a teacher?

Becoming a teacher has been your dream since your middle school days. As part of your certification program, you were required to intern as a student teacher under the guidance of a cooperating teacher. Although you felt nervous, you trusted your school's department to place you in a good school for your internship. However, you never imagined they would assign you to Night Raven College, an arcane academy renowned for producing many great magicians in history.

You had no qualms about teaching at a magic school since you could use magic, though only to an average degree. The real issue was that it is one of the most prestigious academies in all of Twisted Wonderland, putting more pressure on you, and the fact that it was an all-boys school. 

Why would you, a female intern, be sent to a school full of males? You suspected a mix-up in the assignments, but your department reassured you that there were no such mistakes. Despite your confusion, you didn't question more and chose to see the assignment as an honor. After all, not many are given an opportunity like this to visit the revered Night Raven College.

On your arrival at NRC, you were greeted by the Headmage Dire Crowley himself. He seemed like a kind person as he talked to you, making your earlier uneasiness vanish. After a brief orientation, he then proceeded to introduce you to your assigned cooperating teacher.

A strict yet strikingly handsome man. That was your first impression of your mentor, Divus Crewel. Clad in a thick black and white fur coat and a sharp tuxedo,  you would have mistaken him for a model rather than a college professor if not for the headmage’s introduction.

When you first accompanied Crewel to his class, his students were taken aback by your presence, a reaction you had anticipated. During the first week of your internship, you spent your days following and observing Crewel in his classes, assisting in class duties, and preparing materials. Though you did encounter students trying to hit on you or pester you for your Magicam ID, Crewel was often there to intervene, which you were very grateful for. Aside from that, the first few weeks of your internship went smoothly.

In your fifth week, Crewel assigned you to oversee Class 1-A’s potionology class while he attended a faculty meeting. You hesitated at first, unsure if you could manage a class of troublesome students alone without your supervisor’s help. However, you understood this was part of your training. Having worked with Crewel for weeks, you knew he wouldn’t have given you such a task if he didn’t believe in your abilities.

Dressed in your lab uniform, you headed to the school’s laboratory for class, the students greeting you upon your arrival.

“Yo, Teach! Is Professor Crewel not with you?” Ace Trappola, whom you recognized from the class, suddenly raised his hand.

“Professor Crewel is at a faculty meeting, so he asked me to supervise today’s class,” you explained, setting down the materials you brought on the front desk. “We’ll be doing another potion-brewing activity today. Please distribute these worksheets to everyone before we begin.”

Contrary to your earlier concerns, the students were cooperating smoothly without any complaints. You felt relieved, thinking the class would conclude peacefully—until two students began shouting at each other.

“Hey, those are my herbs!”

“No, they’re mine. I saw you use up all of yours earlier, so quit lying.”

“Who’re you callin’ a liar?”

Your eyes widened in shock as one student shoved the other, causing him to stumble backward and hit a nearby cauldron. The cauldron wobbled before crashing to the floor, spilling the potion. The once-boiling pink liquid slowly turned green before exploding.

Panic erupted as students screamed for help, others scrambling to escape the lab, shoving their classmates aside as dark green smoke began to fill the room, escalating the chaos. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to calm the boys, but your voice was drowned out by the uproar, the thick smoke obscuring your vision. Though conflicted by the unexpected turmoil, you knew it was your duty as the teacher to manage the situation. Your supervisor had entrusted you with the class, and you couldn’t let him down.

You took a deep breath, raising your wand as you swiftly conjured a gust of wind, parting the thick smoke around you and capturing everyone's attention.

“Everyone, calm down! There’s no need to panic. Quickly, open the windows to let the smoke out,” you instructed, and the students wasted no time following you. "Now, the rest of you, use your magical pens to blow the smoke out the window.”

The students quickly drew their pens, and at your signal, sent blasts of wind toward the windows, blowing the smoke away. With the air cleared, you could finally see the tables and cauldrons laying in disarray around the room. Potions and colored liquids were spilled across the floor, and shards of glass, torn papers,  and potion ingredients were scattered everywhere.

Clapping your hands, you called for the students' attention once more. "Alright, everyone, let’s clean up before the professors see this mess. Quickly now!"

The thought of a furious Crewel finding the laboratory in such a state sent a chill down your spine, and it seemed the students shared the same thoughts as they scurried around to tidy up. Thankfully, the room was restored before any professors arrived. However, news travels fast at Night Raven College. Such an explosion was bound to be noticed by other students nearby. 

Soon enough, word of the incident reached the faculty, and you found yourself face to face with a frowning Divus Crewel in his workshop a few hours later. Standing with your hands behind your back, you nervously fiddled with your fingers as he sat in front of you, gazing down at the teacup in his hand, legs crossed in silent contemplation.

“Miss Y/N."

His voice cut through the air, making your heart skip a beat. "I heard there was an explosion during Class A’s potionology lesson this morning. As the person I left in charge, could you care to explain to me what happened?"

You then began explaining the events that took place in the laboratory while Crewel listened in silence, occasionally sipping his tea.

"I had a feeling something might go wrong." He sighed, setting his cup down with a soft clink. “Seems like my naughty pups couldn't resist causing trouble again while their owner was away.”

You hung your head in shame. “It’s my fault, Professor Crewel. If I had stopped their fighting sooner, things wouldn't have escalated. I apologize for not managing the class better.”

Crewel’s sharp gray eyes met yours as he rose from his seat. "Though I'm disappointed to hear of this incident while I was away,  I didn’t summon you here to reprimand you or place blame.”

He then took a step forward as he added, “While you couldn't prevent the explosion, you did manage to keep the students from causing further chaos, ensured no one was hurt, and directed the students calmly on how to respond in such a situation.”

For the first time, you saw a faint smile curl on his lips as he raised his hand, gently placing it on your head. 

"It was a rough start, but you did well in looking after the young ones. Good girl.”

You froze, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks with the unexpected praise as you stammered, "T-Thank you… sir.”

You always knew Crewel was handsome, even with his usual stern demeanor. But seeing him smile sincerely, even just for a fleeting moment, stirred a strange, fluttering sensation in your stomach.

"Taking you on as my assistant at the headmage’s behest wasn’t such a bad idea after all," he said, withdrawing his hand. "But I expect no mistakes next time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, of course.”

"Very good,” He uttered before returning to his seat. “And as for tomorrow's schedule, I will be conducting a joint class with the freshmen and sophomores. Please prepare all the necessary lab equipment and ingredients for creating a hair color-changing potion.”

“Yes, sir. I will prepare it all for tomorrow. Please excuse me then.” You nodded before leaving his workshop. A few meters from his workshop, you stopped, reaching up to touch the spot on your head where he had patted you. A sheepish grin spread across your face as you giddily made your way back to the laboratory.

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 39: Gradient Transformation

Anonymous asked:

Can you a rich jock (the eldest, heir of a fortune, pressures of the rich, posh, formal, constricting, successful and established career but not content for what it's like, searching for something in life, closeted gay, secretly a bottom but never had any seggs besides toys,) with family of 2 or 3 siblings (needing some spare heirs of course),

merge with a twink (someone young in the last year of high school, way too many family members like 5 siblings, neglectful parents in a sense they are provided the bare minimum and no physical abuse, from the countryside or a small town)

The jock escapes and takes out all his fortune from his accounts, makes a copy of his recorded info (in case his parents erase his history). The results of the merge will not appear immediately on a physical sense so it would be on a soul sense (both their personalities, habits, and knowledge are the immediate ones) and he will take the physical ones gradually as time goes by as he will be taking university somewhere far from town.

bonus: If there will be a relationship it would be interesting that he may end up with the jock's friend/acquaintance as there will be familiarity with the other. some nsfw that can circumvent whatever restrictions tumblr have that may be a third of the post.

you can add other details later and try to shorten this request when the story is posted. thank you 😘

Life is great for Ben.

A high powered financial executive from a influential family, his additional status as the eldest son & heir puts him on top. But despite having everything one could want, he wanted something different

He wanted freedom.

In high society, one finds that they are in a never ending web of rules & expectations, and unless one's personality naturally lines up with this world, you would find it restrictive.

This is even more so for his dating life. Ben was gay, but as the eldest, he was expected to marry a lady and start a family of his own. And even if he was into women, he was restricted to only those ladies from the "right" families. Just his luck, there was no one he liked to start an lavender marriage, where one or both spouses of the opposite sex were queer and aware & accepting of it, with.

Plus the activities. His social group were a bunch of adrenaline junkies. With their vast wealth, they love buying expensive stuff & doing dangerous activities just because they can. The lack of struggles in life inducing a base boredom.

For Ben:

He needs a way out. He needs purpose. He had one in college, when he could give his all to tennis, but he never went pro.

But for now he has one activity that keeps him going. His mentorship of the youth.

For Jack, his life is almost the total opposite.

High School is almost over for him & he can not wait. He is one of numerous siblings cramped in one house to middle class parents. Too busy to get any specific attention. They do not get expensive gifts. No cars, no tailored suits, no fancy dishes that the average American struggles to pronounce.

Bound for university, he has his whole life ahead for him. But for now, he must endure. Luckily for him, he is part of a mentorship program, and Ben was his assigned mentor. The cultural exchange adds a little something to their lives. Jack is amazed by Ben's wealth & position in society, and Ben has a wonder-lust for Jack's uncertain future, the freedom of the unknown.

As a part of his side activities, Ben had substantial personal investments in scientific research. He was informed that one of his more outlandish projects may have borne fruit.

He arrived to a large lab with a tower like device in the middle.

Ben: What am I looking at & what does it do?

Scientist: I am calling it, the Life Shifter. As for what it does, it changes a person's life by modifying certain aspects of their life. It can be something as small as a physical shift on the body, all the way up to becoming a new person if they want a new life.

Ben walked up to the device.

Ben walked towards the device. It was conical shaped, silvery, and had two raised platforms in front of it. The platforms were cobalt blue.

Ben: Has it been tested before?

Scientist: On non-Human animals, yes. Other wise no.

Ben stepped on one of the platforms.

Scientist: Sir what are you doing?

Ben: You are going to use the device on me. I want a full life shift.

Scientist: But we don't know if it will work on humans.

Ben: We will now. Do it, or I cut your funding.

The scientist grumbled.

Scientist: So be it. I pray you at least survive the process.

The scientist went to a panel dotted with all types of buttons of various shapes & sizes with a screen in the middle.

Scientist: Just think of the type of person you want to be or your ideal self. Helps if you focus on someone who exists.

The machine began to come to life. It had this white yellowish glow to it. The platform that Ben was standing on raised itself higher.

Ben's thoughts drifted to Jack.

The platform glowed as well with the same color & that light soon engulfed Ben.

He cocked his head towards the air and closed his eyes. His body began to shake.

Jack was sleeping, resting as most of us do. He had a typical dream until it suddenly shifted. He was floating above his body. Then his spirit form suddenly jerked upwards and out of his home.

He was in the sky a maybe 20 feet above the roofs of various homes. His body moved again, but towards the downtown area. As he got closer he saw another object, even in the dark of night, approach him. Closer & closer until he saw it was a person, and soon he recognized that person as his mentor Ben. But before he could respond, he & Ben crashed into each other. There was a bright flash.

Jack suddenly woke up. He checked his body and saw that everything was ok. It was just a nightmare he thought. He went back to sleep to more pleasant dreams.

Ben came to as well. The machine was silent with no glow, and the platform back to its original height.

Ben opened his eyes and scanned his body.

Ben: Aside from that weird out of body experience, I don't feel any different.

Scientist: The change may take time to hold. We normally have two targets on each platform, so the effects are more immediate in those cases. As for how long, I do not know.

Ben was silent for a moment.

Ben: Well at least I didn't drop dead.

Scientist: Thank goodness for that.

Ben went back home, unhappy that he did not become a new person right then & there.

But as time flew by Ben noticed some changes.

He had a sudden interest in skateboarding. And then his appetite changed as well. Less of the fancy stuff and more of the everyday foods that we all can find. He also got a kick out of the activities that his social group enjoyed. He was thinking of getting a motor-cycle. Then his manner of dressing became more causal.

First it was his skin color. It became more pale by the day. His facial hair began to go away, but his hair began to grow out and with a different texture as well. His nose started to become sharper, his eyes larger. His lips fuller.

Then his butt started to get a little rounder, his hips wider, his chest started to stick out more. His abdominal insertions were slowly changing as well. There was more meat on his arm & legs. His shoulders changed too. His hands and feet became less smooth.

Slowly and surely these changes set in. And then his memories began to change as well. Hobbies that he did not have before, he had now done for years. And his social circle changed as well.

His parents gave him a look as well. The look as if they did not recognize him or at least noticed the changes.

Ben panicked.

Would he be put out on the street?

For Jack, he fared worse. As time went on, he felt less & less of himself. Like he was fading from existence. A month after graduation, he just disappeared. His room empty, like no one ever lived there.

Ben began to check his records. His birth-date was changing. Each time a more recent date. His family name changed as well. So to not be out on the street, he began to move assets that was still under his old name to his current one. By then end he was 18 years old. Seeing an opportunity to start all over, he applied to some far flung university with an Aerospace program. He would be far away from a family that may no longer be his.

He still retained the knowledge of his old self, but found he had the memories of someone familiar, of Jack. He realized that to shift his life, he had to meld with Jack.

He said a prayer of thanks & apology, and set out on his new life:

And so with a focus on physics as well, Ben became an astronaut. To him, he could not get far away enough from his hometown. If there was a colonization program, he would be the first to sign up.

[chefboyroui]

I tried to find pictures of Crown guys shirtless, there really needs to be more.

Something has always bothered me about the Ikemen and Obey Me guys. Their chests are pretty much a copy-paste of each other, so here are my head cannons for each of them:

William- more of a "rectangle" shape, not much of a dip in for his waist, shoulders, and hips are closer to the same width. Firm, toned, not a whole lot of definition. I find myself looking at his hips a lot. He might manscape, has a fine, silver happy trail. Pale, pretty skin tone.

Harrison- somewhat "trapazoidal" shape. I think his waist cuts in more than Will's and he has slightly more definition in his abs, arms, and chest. I think he needs physical strength more than Will or Alfons. I feel like he would have the best back, not super muscular, but can definitely see some definition. I do not think he would trim or shave body hair unless asked to or teased, probably has a happy trail.

Liam- I could not find a picture of Liam with some chest exposed, but I picture him being lithe, and not much muscle tone. He is probably well groomed. Creamy skin tone but not pale. He is probably tied for the most graceful with Elbert.

Elbert- similar to Liam, more of a graceful form, probably thin since he does not eat much. He must have some muscle since he is stronger than Kate, but I'd still say average. He does not move as much as Liam or Alfons, but ties with Liam for most graceful. I feel like his body hair is fine and short, and being light colored, not noticeable. Skin tone almost glows.

Alfons- between "trapazoidal" and "inverted triangle. I think his shoulders are wider than his waist, but he is not buff like Roger. I think he has some muscle definition given how *active* he is, maybe around the same as Harrison, but has a more slim waist. Probably has a perky, toned butt, sexiest shoulders. Definitely shaves body hair or keeps it trim and manscapes. Pale, pretty skin tone. Maybe has a cute mole or two like on his butt or...

Roger- I think the art is spot on. I think he has more hair though, definitely has a happy trail. I bet his glutes and thighs are big, and he has difficulty finding pants that fit well. I can only assume that he does reps between reading and running experiments in the lab. Warmer skin tone, has moles. Sexiest forearms.

Ellis- like Will, "rectangle" shape, but more muscular. With how much he fights and has to keep up with Jude, I think he might have a slight six-pack that sticks out more if he flexes, and firm pecs but less meat than Jude. He seems long and lean, so I give him sexiest waist. I don't think he grows much body hair, but unlike Elbert, it is more noticeable because it is dark. I feel like he would have a little happy trail that peeks up from his pants line. Very nice skin tone.

Jude- I picture him like Ellis, but more broad shouldered, so "trapazoidal" or "inverted triangle" shaped. Also pretty muscular, has a six-pack that doesn't bulge unless he wants it to. Pecs are firm and toned. Jude and Victor tie for most bite-able. Silver and black body hair is probably more wild like Roger’s. Has a light dusting of moles.

Victor- Has "inverted triangle" shape, probably between Roger and Jude as far as buff-ness. He must secretly work out in his office while he is supposed writting reports or whatever. Ties with Jude for most bite-able. Creamy, soft skin, especially for his age. Definitely well groomed, I can see him shaving too. Body hair might have some silver strands. I bet he has really nice forearms.

[chaispicelatte]

I was thinking about how one of my favorite genres of Sonadow content is Shadow realizing Sonic is way more fucked up than him (the alien hybrid made in a lab in space). And then I had the thought of Shadow realizing ALL of Sonic's friends are sort of weird and terrifying in their own right.

Sonic:

Him being freaky is a given

No one really knows much about his origins, yet he has power on the same level of Shadow, who was engineered in a lab with the help of an alien dictator

Is usually chill but relishes any opportunity to flex his powers and push them to the limit

Only thing keeping him from being an interdimensional threat is his altruism, which Shadow has somehow learned to just trust (which honestly scares him more)

Tails:

First off, why is this child flying a plane? Does he have a license? (The subject was quickly changed last time Shadow asked)

It takes months for Eggman to come up with new tech for his schemes only for this kid to reverse engineer it and come up with a new counter in half a day

Shadow has seen him make weapons that violate the Geneva Conventions out of a mechanical pencil and box of scraps

Also has better aim than GUN snipers with 10 years of training

Shadow takes him out first when it's him vs Sonic team because he doesn't want to risk either Tails getting a clear shot or him having time to pull out some other bullshit

Knuckles:

Knuckles being insanely strong is nothing new, Shadow is also strong

The difference is that Shadow's strength either comes from momentum, precise control of chaos energy, and/or knowing exactly where to aim. Knuckles doesn't need to do that, he's just strong enough to lift a mountain on his own

Shadow would think that Knuckles just doesn't know how to use chaos energy in that way (he's too dense to figure out Rouge is flirting after all)

Until one day Shadow's Chaos Emerald is acting weird. He reluctantly brings it up to the group chat to see if they're having the same issue. Knuckles says "Hold on" and goes quiet for a couple minutes

Then Shadow's Chaos Emerald goes dark. He would have thought this was a harbinger of another disaster if it didn't regain its color a second later. It's also working perfectly fine again

Knuckles used the Master Emerald to fucking turn them off and on again ("Yeah, it's the Master Emerald for a reason.")

Sonic asks if that's tied to the time Knuckles punched the Super out of him and that only causes even more questions that Shadow is too exhausted to ask about

Amy:

At first glance, she seems the most normal. She's got an apartment in the city, a day job, and is an active member of the community

Is a bit of a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to abilities

Shadow held her hammer once, and it's easily over a ton, but she's swinging it around all day with no problem

At first Shadow thought her bracelets were similar to his limiters, but they're just bracelets. But they are almost solid gold and crack the ground when they drop

Even weirder is that while she has more muscle than the average girl, it's nowhere near the amount needed to be as strong as she is. And he doesn't sense that her body's being augmented by chaos energy the way he does

And when Shadow thought about that, he started thinking about where she stores that hammer. He stores small stuff in his quills all the time, but no way could Amy do that with something of that size. Even when he watched closely, he just saw her hide it behind her back, and it was gone

It becomes obvious that Amy has some control over chaos energy, but the way she used it was so weird that Shadow can't make sense of the how or if she even knows she's doing it

And then there's how she always seems to know exactly where Sonic is. Shadow was starting to think she put a tracker on him with how precise she was

That was until Shadow noticed that every time he ran into her on accident, she instead seemed to be...expecting him

Amy chalked it up to her tarot cards, Shadow isn't so sure

Just what exactly was she seeing when she mixed him or Silver up with Sonic?

Cream and Vanilla:

Shadow hadn't had many run ins with Cream, but had heard she was stronger than she looked

Sonic once joked that she'd become a more popular hero than him if her mother let her go on more adventures

Shadow didn't think much of it until an incident in which he was fighting Eggman's badniks

A couple had escaped and were heading to a Chao Garden. Shadow goes after as fast as he can, but when he gets there, he's cheerfully greeted by Cream, sitting on a pile of destroyed badniks

Shadow walks her home, and is greeted by her mother and her overprotective pet robot. Gemerl is easy enough for Cream to calm down though

Though Vanilla is a...different story. She seems friendly enough on the outside, even invites Shadow to stay for dinner. But something about her unnerves him enough to gently turn them down

The look in Vanilla's eyes was too familiar, he'd only seen it in very experienced GUN agents. Like she was sizing him up, looking for any weak spots, and considering the best way to dispose of him if necessary. But not out of any malice, just as a force of habit

On his way home, Shadow remembers tales from an older GUN agent about the legendary Agent V. Said agent had been said to be dangerous enough that few knew their face, but had gone missing several years ago. But the lack of records on them or any urgency for GUN to find out what happened to them led many to believe that they were just a myth

But Rouge once said with certainty that she did exist

Shadow decides not to make that connection

[elzifelzi]

PHANTOM

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1:Going Ghost

Ghosts!Ectoplasmic manifestations of post human consciousness, Literal creatures of the undead. Do they exist? Or are they simply fictional creatures created with the intention of scaring people?

Well some people believe that they are as real as you and I, while others believe otherwise.

If they exist Do they walk among us? Are they friendly?Do they pose a threat to human existence?Where do they come from?

These were all the questions that  plagued the minds of 18 year old college students Tucker Chris Foley and Daniel "Dan"/Danny Fenton.After graduating casper high Danny and Tucker moved from Amity park to Amity City to attend AC university where they both majored in paranormal activity studies.

Dan was an average height Caucasian male with a slim to lean build.He had deep blue eyes and jet black hair and typically wore a red and grey varsity hoodie with a red A sewn to the chest he also wore blue jeans and black and white sneakers.Tucker was an African American male of similar height and build as danny with dark brown dreads.Atop his head he wore a red beanie with a light blue sweater atop a darker blue dress shirt, khaki pants and brown shoes

Dan and Tucker both shared great interest in the paranormal after they had a somewhat supernatural encounter with what could be described as a ghost many years ago.

Dan's father Jack always went on about how he and Dan's mother maddie along with their friend Vlad were researching ghosts in college until a lab accident caused them to quit it for good.Dan had never taken him seriously until an unlikely event led him to pursue the exact same field and Tucker who is Dan's best friend decided to join him.

Now they were college students working on their 1st self chosen assignment: a ghost portal.

While rummaging through his parents' old files Dan found schematics for one of their' old experiments: a “ghost portal” , a device that could in theory create a bridge between the ghost world and the human world..and allow beings from either side to visit the other worlds.The blueprints however were unfinished but Dan figured with Tucker's help they'd be able to get it up and running. 

Both the boys got together in the lab after school and worked on the portal day after day until finally the day for testing had arrived but Dan seemed apprehensive l. He repeatedly looked over his clipboard of formulas and notes before directing his attention  to the portal.

Dan:"Tucker y'know I'm not really sure about this.. how are we sure this thing won't explode in our faces or something." 

He says sweat dripping profusely from his forehead. 

Tucker very matter of factly gestures towards his notepad Which was filled with what can only be assumed as flawlessly solved equations.

Tucker:”I think the math speaks for itself” “Besides if it blows up..it won't just take our face, it'll probably take all of us.”

He seemed very proud of his joke until he looked over at Dan and realized that his joke did nothing more than add to his worries.

Tucker:"Dude Are you getting cold feet?” “Comeon Danny, I've never seen you back down from anything before, why start now?" 

Dan:"Because we don't know if this thing will even work! And if it does I sure as hell  don't think it'll work the way we want it to!" 

He turns his attention over to the ghost portal.

Dan:”I mean…there has to be a reason why my parents ditched this thing…”

Tucker shrugged 

Tucker:”Maybe…but I mean,what's the worst that could happen?”

Dan:”you're not doing a good job at reassuring me..”

Tucker:"Relax man it'll be fine.You're working with a genius after all."he smugly points to himself which causes Dan to throw his clipboard and hit Tucker square in the head.

Dan:" didn't you get locked in the bathroom this morning?" Danny says chuckling 

Tucker:" Screw you man!"

Tucker was a technological genius. There wasn't any piece of technology on earth that he didn't know like the back of his hand. If he could build a supercomputer in under 30 minutes surely he could build a ghost portal or at least that's what he's been telling himself.  

 Tucker:"But seriously you got nothing to worry about so just chill." He placed a reassuring hand on Dan's shoulder and gave him a warm smile and that seemed to be enough to calm him down. 

Dan: "I hope you're right."

Dan donned his lab coat and goggles in preparation for the 1st ever testing of the Fenton and Foley Ghost portal but as they are about to commence testing a girl shoots open the lab door, she wore a white open lab coat with a black dress and shoes and white thigh high socks she had dark hair and light brown skin.

????:"Heyyyyyyyyyyyy Dan!! I've been looking for you!!" She screamed in a loud nasally voice. 

Dan:"What do you want, Paulina? Can't you see I'm busy?" 

Paulina:"Why the attitude??I'm your girlfriend, remember?" she says feigning sadness 

Tucker interjects

Tucker:"didn't you two break up like weeks ago?" 

Dan:"yeah we did!" 

Paulina:”You can't seriously still be mad at me,are you?”

Dan:”Mad at you for cheating on me?” “I totally Can!”

Paulina had been Dan's crush ever since he was 14 ,as a kid there was nothing he wanted more than to be her boyfriend and when they finally started dating a year ago he had felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Things between them seemed magical until a month ago when he caught her at a party making out with the captain of the basketball team,his world was crushed and despite Paulinas numerous  attempts at trying to explain herself Dan did not want to hear one bit of it.

Tucker, feeling the increase of Tension in the room, immediately jumped in once again in an attempt to prevent Dan from any further heartache.

Tucker:”You should leave Paulina, we're in the middle of something important.”

Paulina scoffs and storms out of the lab.

Paulina:”whatever!”

Tucker turns over to Dan

Tucker:”sorry about that man.”

Dan shook his head in response.

Dan:”No worries,let's just get to work.”

Now that they had  no more distractions they could begin their work. Tucker powered up the machine and read the readings while Dan stood near it with his clipboard making notes of everything that happened. Then the readings began to spike, they were off the charts there was no way that these were normal. The entire room became enveloped in a green glow and everything around the portal with the exception of Dan began to float. 

Dan: "Tucker, that's enough, we can turn it off now!.

Tucker:"I don't think I can!" 

He tried shutting down the machine but his efforts proved to be in vain.

Tucker: "Danny get out of there, now!!!" 

Dan tried running away but he had no such luck he got caught in the ghost portal explosion and his life from that day forward was forever changed.

Disoriented from the explosion Dan woke up trapped under a desk.The room is still covered in the same green glow ,struggling to get up he is unable to process what it was that just happened to him. He pushes the table  off of him and stumbles to his feet turning towards his best friend who seemed to cower at his very presence. 

Dan:"T-tucker what happened man?" He asked his friend  in a weak voice.

Tucker looked on at Dan in horror.

Tucker:"Who the hell are you!!" Tucker responded, his voice riddled with fear. 

Dan:"What do you mean who am I? I'm Dan, you know your best friend!"

Tucker:"D-Danny, is that really you?" He asked,the fear in his voice echoing through the room.

Dan:"Who else would it be?" Dan responded not understanding the reason behind  Tucker's strange reaction.

Tucker picked up a nearby piece of shattered glass and handed it to Dan, still being careful not to get too close to him. 

Dan was terrified to see the face that stared back at him in the mirror, his once straight jet black hair became an ever-growing white flame, his deep blue eyes were now a ghastly green color with no pupils. His pale Caucasian skin became supernatural blue and his ears, fingernails and teeth became pointed like that of a vampires. 

Dan:"What the fu...!!" Dan screamed in horror, tossing the glass to the floor causing it to shatter.

He turned to Tucker, anger oozing from his very aura.

Dan:"Look what happened!!! I told you that the portal wasn't ready!Now look at what you caused! I'm a freak!”

 Dan screamed at Tucker while snatching him by the collar.

Tucker:" Comeon Danny, relax man! "Tucker pleaded, trying to get out of Dans grip.

Dan:" Relax? RELAX!!!? How can I relax when I look like this now?? Dan yelled at him.

He flipped over a nearby table while angrily making his way towards Tucker.

Tucker:"Think about it man, If we turned you into this then we should be able to turn you back." Tucker said rather matter of factly. These words which were intended to calm Dan down only seemed to make him angrier.

Dan:"You don't know that!!." “What if I'm stuck like this!?”

Tucker let out a weak chuckle.

Tucker:”he he,well blue has always been a good color on you…”

Dan remained unamused and he tossed Tucker back causing the boy to land on his butt.

Dan:”This isn't funny man! I told you the damn portal wasn't ready!”

Tuck raised his hands in defense.

Tucker:”calm down man,I'm sure i can fix this!”

Dan raised an eyebrow.

Dan:”Are you sure?”

Tucker flashes him a grin

Tucker:”Sure I am!” “Remember I'm a genius!”

That Joke managed to get a small chuckle out of Dan and he finally seemed to calm down.

Dan:*sigh “I hope you're right about this…”

Tucker places a reassuring hand on Dan's shoulder.

Tucker:"Don't worry about it man, all we gotta do is head back to our place and sort this out and you'll be back to normal before you know it.

He looked back at the ruined ghost portal.

Tucker:”ummm we should probably take that with us too..”

As soon as those words left Tucker's mouth a loud banging was heard on the lab door.

????:" You boys better not be making a mess in there, other people need to use the lab!" The voice yelled 

Tucker:"Crap it's professor Lancer, Dude u gotta hide We can't let him see you like this."

Dan panicked where he could hide?Everything in the lab was damaged beyond recognition. But just as he had given up hope something miraculous happened,as if responding to his desire to not be seen,almost like magic Dan's body turned invisible. No sooner than that had happened Professor Lancer barged into the LAB, when he entered the room and he was shocked to see the deplorable state that it was in. 

Lancer:" Chicken soup for the soul!!! What happened here?" He asked. 

Tucker:"Umm well me and Danny had just a little difficulty with our project."Tucker responded, shrugging it off as nothing. 

Lancer:"I can see that… and where might I ask, is Mr Fenton right now?"

Lancer asked, the tone in his voice getting even more serious by the moment. 

Tucker:" Danny went to the bathroom, can I take a message?" 

Lancer sighed in exasperation. 

Lancer:"Look you guys are 2 of my best students so I won't report you for this little mishap, I'll take care of the lab this time but don't let it happen again!!" 

Lancer told Tucker while leaving to get cleaning supplies. 

Tucker:"Psstt Danny he's gone, wherever you're hiding you can come out now." 

As if on cue Dan became visible directly in front of Tucker. His sudden appearance startled Tucker, causing him to Fall back. 

Tucker:"How did you do that?" He asked while sitting on the floor 

Dan offers Tucker his hand and helps him up 

Dan:"I don't know, I just kind of did it." 

Tucker places a hand on his chin as if trying to solve a mystery. Then a light bulb went off in his head and a large grin formed on his face, one that left Dan very uneasy..

Dan:”why are you smiling like that?”

Tucker:”I have a theory about what happened to you.”

Dan:”Alright! Let's hear it.”

Tucker:"it looks like your body must-have absorbed a shit ton of the portal's ecto energy and  it altered you somehow. 

Dan:”great! Now how do we unalter me?”

Tucker:”I don't think it's gonna be as simple as I initially thought..”

Dan:”what!?but you said you could!”

Tucker:”if it was just your appearance That changed then sure it would've been hella easy but it seems this goes way beyond just your cosmetics.”

Tucker:”If my theory is correct then I think you may have ghost powers!" 

Dan:”what?! No way!”

He waved his hand dismissively at Tucker’s suggestion.

Tucker:”Why not? The blue skin, the white hair and are we gonna pretend like you weren't just invisible a while ago?”

Dan had to admit that Tucker did have a point ,as crazy as his theory was, it is the only way they could justify what had happened to him.

Dan:”ok let's say i do have ghost powers now, what do I do about it?”

Tucker:”Well we'd have to figure out the full scope of what you're capable of.We gotta get back to our place and run some tests on you right away!"

After Disguising himself Dan and Tucker immediately set out for their house. 

Dan:"Wait if I'm a ghost.... Doesn't that mean I'm dead!!??" 

Tucker:"idk maybe" He shrugs.

Dan and Tucker made it back to their rundown 2 bedroom apartment being sure to avoid any form of human contact on the way back. Along the way the duo discussed different ways in which they could revert Danny back to his normal form. 

Dan: “Any ideas on how we can turn me back?” 

Tucker:”only one really.”

Dan:”Lemme hear it.”

Tucker:”I remember reading in your parents old notes that ghosts have the ability to shapeshift,so in theory you should be able to at least shift yourself into your human appearance.”

Dan pondered on Tuckers theory all the way to their rental house, it was  an old building which had seen better days, most of the windows were broken, the once bright baby blue color that covered the house was practically non existent and the overall building looked like no one had set foot in it in years. Dan and Tucker were the only known tenants who lived there,the building was practically their own. They went in and walked all the way to the 4th floor where  their rooms (which were much better kept than the rest of their building) were located. They got inside and immediately began trying to figure out Dan's new found abilities. Tucker sat on the bed with a clipboard in hand ready to mark down all of Danny's confirmed abilities. 

Dan:”So what do I gotta do?”

Tucker: “So you got ghost powers right, we just got to figure out which ones.”

Tucker's words confused Dan, neither of them had any idea the true scope of a ghost's powers so how would he even know his limit?Sure they both were a bit more knowledgeable than the average person on what a ghost is capable of but they couldn't possibly figure out the scope of them.

Dan:”How many powers do ghosts even have?”

Tucker :”Alot, but Let's just focus on the basics for now. We already know that you can turn invisible now we just got to figure out if you can phase through walls and fly and shit.”

Dan:”Alright!! So how do we do that?”

Tucker: I don't know man, just try running through a wall or something.

Dan rolled his eyes

Dan:”haha yeah,no.”

Tucker:”comeon! Do you got any better ideas?”

Dan:”well uh no…”

Tucker:”come-on man, what's the worst that could happen?”

While rubbing his eyes and letting out a large sigh Dan decides to take Tucker's advice and runs directly into a nearby wall only to get stuck halfway through it. Dan remained still for a moment in bewilderment at what his life had become,eventually he spoke up. 

Dan:”umm Tuck....”

Tucker :”Yeah bro?”

Dan:”I'm stuck in the door..”

Tucker:”Aren't we all stuck in this door of life.”

Dan, unamused by Tucker's jokes, began struggling to get free but to no avail. The sight of his friend stuck halfway through a door struggling to get out brought a small grin to Tuckers face amusement this however made Dan even more irritable.

Dan:”Tucker I swear to god , if you don't help me out of this door,  you won't live to see 20!”

Compelled by Dan's words, Tucker finally decided  to help him and together they eventually  got him unstuck.

 Tucker then picks up his clipboard and checks off intangibility, he then turns to Dan. 

Tucker :”Well you can walk through walls and turn invisible now let's see if you can fly.1st we gotta find you a roof to jump off of.”

Dan, completely unaware that Tucker was joking, glances at the drop from the 4th floor to the 1st.

Dan:”I think I'll pass.” 

Tucker:”Well then if you're not flying all that's left is to morph back to normal.”

Dan raised an eyebrow in response.

Dan:”And how do I do that?:

Tucker grabs a book from a nearby shelf and flips through the pages.

Tucker:”It says here that with enough concentration ghosts can use the ecto energy around their body and use it to manipulate their appearance!..maybe you can too! If you just think hard enough.”

Dan crossed his arms

Dan:”You make it sound real easy for someone who has no idea how it's done.”

Tucker shrugged.

Tucker:”Just think human I guess.”

A huge sigh escaped Dan's lips, he knew the idea of thinking human sounded ridiculous but he had nothing else to go off of,so he balled his hands up into fists and began concentrating as hard as he could. He did this for 2 minutes straight until a ring of light, flashed around his body and before he knew it he was human again. He looked at his arms and pulled his hair. He high fived Tucker and they both cheered in excitement. 

Dan:”I can't believe that actually worked! I thought for sure you were full of shit!”

Tuck chuckled.

Tucker:”told you I knew what I was doing!”

Their cheers however were stopped by the sudden appearance of a muscular, hunched floating figure, he had blue skin, with a crimson red eye and was dressed in torn Gray overalls, with a matching beanie and gloves, on his left eye was an eyepatch and in his right was murderous intent. His evil chuckle echoed through the room as he slowly approached the boys. 

??? :”Lookie here, a pair of humans with fresh souls ripe for picking. “

Dan:”Who the hell are you, what do you want from us??”

??? :They call me Box ghost….

He tosses a dresser at the boys which they both barely dodge.

Box ghost: “And I’ve come for your souls!!”

Tucker :”The box ghost?? “

The ghost opened up his hand and a green glow escaped from it as he aimed it at the duo he uttered a single sinister word.

Box ghost :Beware!!!!.

To be continued….

Thanks for reading the first chapter sorry it ended up being so long Hopefully the other chapters are much shorter😅

Im not the best at describing characters so Here are the character designs to go along with the story🤧

Chapter 2 coming soon do let me know what you think😬

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

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A Snapping Sound  T 140,368 

"You're new Sam, so you don't know. This will be the only warning you get. Don't trust your eyes or you'll be tricked. Nobody in Amity is who they seem. Nobody." 

Phantom Of Truth  T 58,396 SERIES 

Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her sole object of study, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth... except, perhaps, herself. 

Paranormal Activity VII  T 58,400 SERIES 

What if all those horror pictures and little mental health headcanons the Phandom loves got wrapped up into our favorite ghost kid? What if the ghosts weren't glowing green blobs, but instead the stuff of nightmares every horror movie warned you about? What if the "Scary Eyes" weren't the only sign Danny was angry? 

Little Lion King  T 

A ghost king AU where Danny is an all-powerful ruler/ beloved king and hero who is terrified that his people would hate him if they found out he was a halfa. 

Just Fourteen  T 65,252 

Danny Fenton is an average high school student whose biggest worry is getting the grades needed to become an astronaut. That is, until his friend Sam convinces him to step inside his parents' broken ghost portal...Covers Danny's time at Casper High before the accident and the month afterwards. 

Mortified  T 703,484 SERIES 

Danny had actually been looking forward to Casper High's ghost safety assembly, but, between a ghost attack and his parents' newest weapon, things go wrong very quickly. Now Danny will have to fight not only ghosts and hunters but his own instincts to get everyone back home safely. If at all. 

Overshadowed  T 142,362 

Danny Fenton’s managed to make it to adulthood. Erm…young adulthood? Now, in his sophomore year at Minnesota State, his life almost looks normal. Painfully, mind-numbingly normal. It’s not that he misses life-threatening assaults every minute of the day, but after leaving Amity Park behind, it’s almost like he’s left his past behind too. His old classmates, his family, his friends—none of them quite remember the myriad of paranormal perils they stopped together, and none of them remember that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom are one and the same. But when a new threat—or rather, an old one—comes back to haunt him, Danny just might have to bring his two worlds together once again. 

Below Is Silent  T 1,095 

As he feels the freezing air on him, crashing with his own gelid flesh. He thinks. As he thinks, he senses. He fights, a bit of pain dotted here, and a bit here. Up above the wind stops, and goes around the town he calls his own. 

What Was Bound, What Was Loosed  G SERIES 

The young king slept for most of the first week of his reign. He did not seek his bedchambers, though they existed, and in a room not too far from the throne room. But he stayed in his throne, sleeping fitfully, and rising only to weep or shout or scream at nightmares. It was a good omen. Pariah had not been so peaceful. 

One Another  G 1,282 SERIES 

The Zone holds more than just ghosts, and Clockwork can't wait to see what Danny will become. 

Something's Wrong With Danny Fenton Vol. I  M 55,065 SERIES 

A No One Knows AU where Danny transfers from a different school to Casper during Junior year and ends up befriending Sam and Tucker.   

Schrödinger’s Boy  G 1,610 

At first glance, it looked like a boy. A cute boy in fact. Short compared to her tall. Pale skin in contrast to her deep dark, straight black hair opposed to curly blond. Baby blue opposing forest green. But then, the closer she looked, the more she noticed what was off. Skin was a little too pale to be considered healthy, and became slightly transparent as she saw more. Hair was wispy and floaty, almost defying gravity, almost flowing like it was under water as its head bounced. Eyes a bit more, sunken, a bit more tired. Worst of all, its heartbeat sounded so, so slow. And now, it was sitting two tables across from her. 

Autonomy And Worse Things  T 48,942 

In a moment of stress, Danny develops a new power, one far too electrically reminiscent of his death. With it, he can play puppeteer: when he speaks, people will listen, and they'll have thought all along the idea was their own. It's a terrifying power—and when Danny fails to control it, his friendships are left shattered in its wake. 

Face To Face  T 293,614 SERIES 

When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s okay now. So why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny, remember a life that isn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? 

Trust Your Instincts  T 208,868 SERIES 

A new kind of danger threatens Amity Park. With no other leads, Maddie Fenton turns to the one individual that might be able to help: Danny Phantom. Meanwhile, after a near death experience, she begins to question everything she knows about ghosts. 

Let's Make A Deal   M 2,509 SERIES 

When Danny dies in the portal accident, Sam and Tucker make a deal to bring their friend back. 

Danny And His Blob Ghosts  T 11,301 

When two blob find and affectionately latch onto Danny, the halfa immediately adopts the small ghosts. But things are not as they seem. With Danny's horrifying recurring nightmares, Vlad Master's ominous behavior, and the blob's strange human-like eyes, keen intelligence, and intense fear of the older half ghost, there might just be a greater connection between Danny and his blobs, one that will shake the boy to his core. 

Do You Know Where Your Children Are?  T 

It's a school night. It's dark outside. It's cold. Green— fog?— has invaded the whole house, and now he has to get his parents to tackle whatever that problem is. ...The only problem is, Danny woke up alone in his bedroom, and he can't seem to find them. Like. Anyone. Anywhere. 

Danny + Phantom  NR 

Wherein Danny is less 'half ghost' than he is 'awkwardly possessed'. 

An Unlikely Alliance  T 15,165 

Maddie just wants her family back. In a desperate attempt to understand her youngest's change in behavior, Maddie unwittingly enlists the help of his enemies to exorcize Phantom from her son. 

Good And Evil  T 3,687 

What is "good"? What is "evil"? Am I "good"? Am I "evil"? The truth is, I don't know anymore. But why am I asking myself this? Let me start from the beginning... 

Crashing And Burning  T 17,150 

For two years, Maddie has put up with Danny's ridiculous lies and excuses. She's tried everything to get through to him, but the pattern just goes on. She's so tired of fighting him on this all the time. And so, after two years, she's done. She doesn't care what her son does anymore, because Danny doesn't seem to care that he's her son. 

Wake Me Up To Say Goodbye  T 23,345 

The morning started like any other: wake up, get dressed, make sure Danny got up for school. It all fell apart when Jack's hand went through his son's apparently not-so-solid body. 

Kintsugi  T 24,141 SERIES 

An injured Danny went to his parents for help as Phantom, only to later wake up as Fenton. With their already dysfunctional family shattered, Danny picks up the broken pieces. 

Snap  T 25,742 

One careless fall changed Danny's life forever. He was kind of hoping one fall like that was enough for any lifetime. Clearly fate disagreed. It's fine though! He's got this. He's fine. He can totally explain why he ran off with his own body to mom and dad. 

A Choice In The (Ghostly) Matter  T 26,254 SERIES 

Danny had been having a good year. He finally managed to find at least somewhat of a balance between fending off ghosts and his actual life, or at least a routine that wasn’t actively harming him. But then Clockwork decided to meddle in his life, appearing in his bedroom with some less-than-amazing news. Pariah is fading, and guess who's next in line for the throne?   

Whenever You’re Ready  G 12.720 

Jack and Maddie try to show their son they are very supportive of Phantom once they find out his secret. They want him to tell them on his terms, but everything ends up in bigger misunderstandings and more revelations they weren’t prepared for. 

How You've Changed  T 2,500 

Danny wasn't a ghost, at least, not a ghost pretending to be their child. He was... he was still their child. He was just, wrong. 

Irrefutably Human  G 35,276 

After spending 12 years in the Ghost Zone, Danny decides it’s time to see what the Human World has to offer. He quickly learns that blending in with humans is a lot harder than he thought it’d be… and that just maybe, the elder ghosts had a reason for keeping him in the Zone for so long. 

Run Away, Ghost King  G 

When Pariah Dark's legacy fades and the King Stone calls for Danny Phantom to inherent the crown, only his enemies prefer he remain alive and not the all powerful ruler of the Infinite Realms. His name is whispered among ghosts, reverence and resentment flavoring his deeds, but what use is a crown with a price weighed in blood? To become king, Danny Fenton must die. 

Regulations: Too Little Too Late  T SERIES 

His parents were friends with a weird loner billionaire from the sounds of it, and had never thought to mention it before this trip. Strange, he supposed, but his parents often forgot to do or mention important things. At least no ghosts had shown up this far outside of Amity. Yet. 

Let's Pretend The Fog Has Lifted  T SERIES 

He waits. Time passes. Warmth creeps across his left side in thin stripes. The blinds must be open. Afternoon sunlight kisses his face before slowly moving on. Pipes creak. The house settles. A voice shouts indistinctly outside. It'll be night soon. He considers turning on a lamp but laughs quietly to himself instead. What would be the point? If anything good could be said of his time spent under Freakshow, he's at least learned how to be patient. 

Nodus Tollens  NR 

The realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore. 

The Amity Boys  T SERIES 

"Amity Park: A Nice Lie." Skeptic Newcomer Wes Weston and Veteran of the Paranormal Dash Baxter start a radio broadcast to post online to gain insight into Amity Park. Once they hit record, their lives will never be the same. The pair must decipher rumors from folklore and fact from fiction-- exploring a decaying one-stop-light ghost town. Can their friendship survive the living dead, and will Wes ever find the truth behind the mysterious Amity Park Phantom? 

Everything Was White  M SERIES 

After being accidentally revealed to the public and taken away by the government, Danny deals with the aftermath of his time with the GIW. 

Memory Of What May Have Been And Never Will Be  G 3,962 

Valerie Gray from ten years in the future falls through a natural portal, landing in the past. Unable to get home, she decides to do the best thing she can - kill Danny Phantom. 

Hold My Dying Breath  T 

Danny is dead. Danny is dying. Danny is alive. Danny is trying to hold together what bits of his life he can, without putting anyone in danger. Jazz is worried about her baby brother. Sam and Tucker are bitter and mad at their ex-friend. Valerie wants nothing to do with any of this. Dash wandered into this mess and refuses to leave without answers. A circus looms in their near future. 

Cuddle Couch  T 4,418 

Valerie just wanted to buy a new couch to replace the one Cujo tore to shreds. She didn’t know babysitting her boyfriend in a furniture store would prove so difficult. 

Dying (Again)  T 2,630 

Saying Danny was half ghost was frankly a simplification. In truth, he was more ⅞’s ghost. Maybe more, depending on the day. Truthfully, it was a miracle his ectoplasm had kept his human heart beating as long as it had. Or Danny was dying again. This time he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

Mother Knows Best  T 5,647 

Pamela Manson knows her role: she is Samantha's mother and that means that it is her duty to protect her daughter from harm. Especially as her own mother seemed to have missed that memo. 

Accidental Child Aquisition  NR 

Danny's got enough on his plate between Ghost King duties, surviving his parents, surviving the GIW, and surviving high school. He could do without the summonings from crazed fruitloops on random Tuesdays when he has things to do. He could definitely do without said fruitloops offering him kids as sacrifices when he finally made it clear he didn't like them offering up blood, animals, or adults. 

Don't Shoot; It's Me! No, The Other Guy!  NR 31,935 

After a botched attempted reveal, Valerie thinks Fenton and Phantom body swapped! And maybe he'd be able to solve this (and the rest of his current issues) if Valerie could stand to leave Fenton with Phantom for long enough for him to solve them; but now they (all three of them, yes) are off to have an adventure in the far frozen. Literally how did he get here? 

Deranged Senses  T 12,953 

Danny’s been doing fine. Sure, he has to focus on keeping himself from shaking, and the voice in his head goading him to hurt has been getting louder, but its fine. He’s got it under control. He’s human more than he is ghost, and he has things to fight for. He can’t afford to give in. He won’t give in. He won't. 

Second Chances And The Days That Follow  T SERIES 

Phantom awakens in his new body, and he is not, per se, house trained. Vlad is devoted to his new purpose, and he's a little bit in over his head. Danny is trying his goddamn best. 

Ghosting  T 

“But as soon as he’s about to move in that direction, a twig snapping nearby has him whirling around with a growl. He doesn’t have the energy to go invisible right now, but that doesn’t stop him from gathering a green glow at his fingertips, ready to blast the first face he sees. He hunches over in a vain attempt to hide or protect his injured side and bares his teeth at the threat. But instead of hunters chasing him down to kill him, out of the woods comes— Sam Manson. Phantom freezes. Oh no.” 

Meet Me In The Woods  T 

When Danny is two years old, his cousin Flynn goes missing and is never found. When Danny is fourteen years old, he notices a blip on the radar that shouldn't be there. 

Mortality Salience  T 4,219 

"The beam sat smugly across his thighs and pressed into his pelvis with a weight that felt like a thousand tonnes. Pain throbbed through him, cutting breaths short and making every movement agony." OR Danny and Valerie get stuck together 

Smells Like Team Spirit  G 3,133 SERIES 

Some mascots are great at pumping up a crowd. As Casper High's mascot, Danny has only one job: strike fear into the hearts of their opponents. This is the story of how Danny becomes the famed Mascot of Fear. 

Speak To Me  G 2,202 

Danny had heard of "dead languages" before, but this was just ridiculous. 

Threads Of Time  T 28,222 

Maddie keeps on waking up to Thursday morning 

The Curious Case Of Danny Fenton   G 15,639 

Wes Weston knows perfectly well that there is something off about Danny Fenton. His brother Kyle doesn't seem to see it, but his brother also doesn't believe in ghosts. 

Boy King  G 2,602 

Danny is heir to the throne of the Ghost King, much to the displeasure of the Observants. He's just trying to survive his senior year. 

Shatter  G 1,836 SERIES 

Danny had just been electrocuted four days ago. But that was okay. Because he was fine. Even if there was this weird pressure in his chest, and his skin didn't feel like his own, and his whole body felt cold and alien, and he kept tripping over his feet. He was fine. He was human. 

A Connoisseur of Fine Art  G 698 SERIES 

Well, you know what they say: One ghost’s toilet is another ghost's treasure. 

Elledritch Horror  NR 1,461 

A mother finds something strange about her daughter. If that's her daughter at all... 

Cloned To Homed  G 26,765 SERIES 

Danny Phantom was a protector, not a hurter, there’s no way he could genuinely have destroyed those clones and maybe the Fenton parents wouldn’t be quite so bothered or quite so surprised by the existence of halfas as Danny once feared. 

Am I Dreaming?  T 1,718 

Sam comes to and realizes she's not quite herself. No matter what anyone says, remember, this is Fenton's Fault. 

The Invisible Crown Of A Child  G 725 SERIES 

Maddie was observant and the Crown Of Fire wasn’t something she was about to miss... even if it’s wearer seemed to have no clue. 

Prince Before King. Genius Before Fool.  G 11,215 

Becoming the prince of ghosts isn’t in Danny’s weekend plans, but it doesn’t look like he has a choice in the matter. (Or does he?) 

Revelations  T 4,118 

Death is a joke, a walking comedy, and Danny Fenton had always been a comedian.  Monologues, acidic blood, a little girl that looked his spitting image, and bones.   

Second Chances  T 3,982 

The students and faculty of Casper High mourned the tragic death of Daniel Fenton. Gone too soon thanks to the negligence of his parents. That was what everyone thought until the next Monday morning when Danny came strolling into school like nothing had ever happened. 

Halfa Whole  G 484 

Somehow, he just knew, right down to his core, that he wasn’t the same thing as Vlad and Danielle. 

The Case Study Of Wes Weston  T 

His face wasn't that memorable. Even after seeing him just that morning, Danny could only conjure up his reddish brown hair and freckle-splattered cheeks, but not much else. At first, it didn’t matter much. Danny didn’t even bother to confirm his name. But after the curious streak dragged on and on, and spiraled into a full on investigation, he learned the name. And now he can’t seem to stop hearing it. ‘Wes Weston asked me for this’, ‘Wes Weston did that last week’, ‘I saw Wes Weston here’, ‘I heard he was there’, ‘Wes is so cool’, ‘I hate that guy’. Suddenly, he’s everywhere. It seems like everyone except Danny knows Wes Weston. And, it seems like Wes Weston knows…everything. 

A Grave Error  T 1,521 

A fluorescent green gaze pierced through him from the rearview mirror. As much as the eye contact sent chills down Dale's spine, he didn't want to look away. Some primal part of his brain was much more comfortable keeping his eyes firmly planted on the predator in the back seat of the police car. 

"Why won't he leave?" Dale whispered to his partner, the woman grit her teeth. 

"I don't know, but I'm not the idiot who decided to fucking arrest him." 

Proximal  T 

There's an old superstition that bad things come in threes. Finding a gravely injured Phantom in her lab, then the realization that no one has seen her son for nearly twenty-four hours... Maddie doesn't want to know what the final nail will be. 

I Feel Guilty But I Can't Feel Ashamed  M 63,915 SERIES 

Fentons were feared. Danny had this impressed on him from both of his parents and even his snobby sister for all of his fourteen years. Despite Danny taking after Maddie with his love of dissecting anything that could scream, Danny was the least evil Fenton to ever evil. Then everything changed when his parents built a very strange machine. 

Down The Rabbit Hole  T 33,586 

Her father might have been a bit eccentric and distancing, her mother fond of ghost studies – especially doing that secretly in her lab without Dad’s consent – but no matter the oddness, Dani loved her parents. But she never could have guessed that her world would turn upside-down once she simply wanted to get away from their exceptional heated debate – in which case, she would end up in a twisted world where nothing was as things were supposed to be: her father had no child, her mother lived with another man, had another family, and… she didn’t exist at all 

The Boy Who Fell Into The Sea  T 34,272 

Thrust into the world of the sea monsters, Danny learns that they aren't so different after all, and finds himself working on a way to bring them both together. Too bad he seemed to be Really Bad At Doing So. 

A Night At The High School  G 15,456 

Ever since the accident two years ago, Danny has had what some people would call luck when it comes to the paranormal. When he heard that Sam wanted to use that "luck" in help with a class assignment, he knew it was a bad idea. It was an absolutely terrible idea. And yet, he was gonna go along with this anyways. 

Emergency Contact  T 

When William Lancer answered the phone that day, little did he know that he would go from an average literature teacher and cat-dad to now the emergency foster parent for a very injured teenage ghost. Life had a funny way of being unpredictable like that 

(We Are) The Fault Line  T 46,616 

A year after the asteroid, a new government agency has arrested Danny on "public endangerment" charges, and they've shown no sign of releasing him any time soon or even allowing any of his loved ones to see him. So, naturally, Sam and Tucker and Valerie and Dani have taken it upon themselves to rescue him. The plan is simple. In order to convince these federally funded goons to give Danny up, they're going to have to offer them something better. Enter Vlad Plasmius. 

Shift  T 22,4415 SERIES 

In which Danny's secret is revealed to the world before he ever steps foot in Amity Park…and before he ever meets Sam or Tucker. 

Weaving Webs M 20,951

The Fenton parents were there when the accident happened, they saw Danny die in an act of sabotage. Now they’re just trying to go on with the strange ghost that is all that's left of Danny. While their old college friend is wondering where the subjects of his revenge are.

Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys (If Only That Were True) T 12,483

Danny has enough on his plate as it is, between his kingly duties, the ghosts that have dropped off the map so suddenly that he's starting to worry, and that dang itch - which was beginning to turn into pain - that just won't go away. He doesn't need to deal with this creepy circus and its equally creepy ringmaster. But when he encounters four strange ghosts robbing a jewelry store, and he starts losing time… He realizes that he can't avoid Circus Gothica forever. If only he could say not my circus, not my monkeys and just be done with it.

MISC 

The Crown Of Flame Imperishable  M SERIES 

Danny responds to an elaborate fetch quest across Middle Earth with leeroy jenkins tactics (rushing in knowing nothing) while Fright Knight watches in disbelief that it's working. 

The Phantom Martian  T 

When Astronaut Mark Watney went to Mars, he knew there was a chance he'd never come home. Now, though, he's determined to last long enough for NASA to save him because this whole dying for science thing is not as fun as it sounds. Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is just trying to keep his identity a secret amidst a potential crisis with his powers. Seriously, what's up with that weird current under his skin? Why is he having so much trouble controlling it? And why does it feel so familiar...? In a fit of determination (and possible stupidity), Danny goes to Mars to save Watney, only to add to both their crises when he arrives and can't get home. Will NASA save them? Will Danny have a home to return to if they do? 

Phantom's Fables (A One Shot Collection)  M SERIES 

A collection of story ideas that I lack the motivation to make into full stories at the moment. Will mostly be Danny Phantom crossovers with DC and probably a little bit of Marvel or BNHA. Requests are welcome. Any one-shot series that makes it to five chapters will graduate to it's own fic. 

The Ghost Of Heroes  T 291,238 SERIES 

New York City isn't prepared for a ghostly invasion. The Avengers are finally all in the same place again. Thor and Bruce are back from space with a semi-reformed chaos god and a thousand refugees in tow. Steve and the Rogues have got their pardons and are ready to start being heroes again. But Tony isn't ready trust, neither is his new protegee Spiderman. The fractured team can't seem to come together. It's a good thing then that Danny Phantom is ready to save the day. That doesn't mean anyone is prepared for when he keeps showing up. 

John Doe Identified  M 6,233 SERIES 

Phantom luck strikes again as Danny gets hurt wandering the streets of NYC but he is saved by the most unlikey hero-antihero. Things happen, mistakes are made, identities are revealed, and somehow hearts are slightly mended. 

Dead Heat Rising  M 13,044 

Working a job in Amity Park, Ohio, Sam and Dean Winchester encounter a ghost boy who will change their perspective of those beyond the veil... 

Salt And Iron T 2,479 SERIES

“Yeah, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you got the jump on me with a plain old crowbar and a condiment.”

Dead Man's Blood T 3,581

“Pfah! What good’re cops in a town like this?” The old man waves dismissively. “Nah, Phantom’ll take care of things, same as he always does.” Dean pauses in fishing out his wallet. “Phantom? Who’s Phantom?”