#as long as he helped maintain the balance on both sides

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

Everyone from babies to young adults suddenly disappears from Amity Park, and the ghost portal self-destructs as well. The GIW and the Fentons obviously come to the conclusion that it’s ghosts but realize that this issue is way bigger than they can handle, so they call in the big guns, The Justice League.

Of course, they don’t tell the Justice League everything when they come. No matter how much they thought themselves to be heroes, they were simply glorified police in spandex. And with how they operate, they are all too small-minded and won’t be able to see the bigger picture. They also knew fully well that a lot of their methods weren’t even remotely close to being morally or ethically right, and if the JL found out, they would be screwed. So they simply told them enough to get them on their side. 

Besides, how could they not help with how many people were missing? This was going to be easy.

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The Justice League didn’t trust the GIW. Something about them was just off. But so many missing people were on the line, so many kids! 

Ghost?

Should they call in the JLD?

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Jason knew something was off with Crime Ally.

Nothing was wrong per se. In fact, everything was going great. Crime was at its lowest in like… forever. The general atmosphere was more calm, if not a bit chilly. He himself was calmer. And there were fewer kids on the streets. Which would have been a good thing if this wasn’t fuckin’ CRIME ALLY!

Jason’s been stressing himself out, trying to find out what was going on. He’s been searching up and down, talking to people left and right. No one was reporting anything amiss. Some even told him that they still saw the kids walking around, though not as often as before. And they also looked like they were being well taken care of.

He even saw and talked to some of the kids himself and it was the truth. 

But when he asked where they went, they only laughed and ran away from him. Shouting that he would know soon before they disappeared around the corner. At this point, he was sufficiently freaked out and was so close to getting Batman to contact the JLD, but something told him otherwise.

A few days later Jason was in bed. He had ended patrol early that night and intended to get a full eight hours if he could.

But as fate would have it, he would not. Because just before he could hit the hay he heard it. Well, felt it would be more accurate but how could you feel a siren’s song? Pulling you? Drawing you in. Telling you that it would give you your deepest desire.

He didn’t even bother to suit back up into Red Hood. He just followed it. Followed and followed, Until he got to a dead-end alleyway. But there was no ‘end’. All there was, was darkness. 

He began to get skeptical and took a few steps back. But the feeling was still there. Pulling, telling that all of his answers were in that darkness. Everything he wanted, needed, awaited beyond it. 

He did the stupid thing and went into the darkness.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the feeling of walking through thick goop. But the feeling didn’t last long, and he eventually stepped out.

Again, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. 

Kids running around without a care in the world, unrestricted. Teenagers just hanging out and being kids too. Whatever adults he saw all looked pretty young, but they were all happy. 

He looked around and noticed that it looked like a weird mix between a suburb and a night market, but it worked quite well. The stalls were all unmanned, and it seemed whoever could just take whatever they wanted. Dim but pretty lights connected all the stalls to as far as his eyes could see. And the sky.

In Gotham, there’s so much smog and bad weather you’d be lucky to even see a piece of blue during the day so no wonder people often forget about the night. But this, the night sky wherever he was, was beautiful, beyond what words and even thoughts could convey.

“Hello, Mr. Red Hood.”

Jason jumped. Was he so out of it that he didn’t even notice someone coming up behind-

Forget what he just said about the sky. The woman right here that was now standing before him? She- She-

“Are you single?”

There was silence. Then she giggled. Guess Jason didn’t need his helmet huh? His face was enough.

He also wanted to die again but hey, at least she laughed!

[elysiansparadise]

Your Mercury in their houses

🤎Your Mercury in their 1st house: They feel that communication with you operates naturally, they may consider that you have very similar opinions. Think that you are a person who communicates in a genuine, direct and very own way, they have not met someone who expresses himself in the way that you do and they see a lot of genuineness in you. You may be described as being very firm in your opinions and may find debating with you fun or entertaining. The conversations they have together are not boring at all, you always have something to add and they love that. They see in you a person who really values ​​conversations and seeks to maintain active communication. You became a person with whom they love to share their anecdotes or experiences, no matter how mundane they may be. Even if they don't usually talk about themselves, with you things change and you can see sides of them that not everyone knows. They see you as a very sincere person who always says what he thinks, who is very spontaneous and charismatic when it comes to talking. Talking to you makes them feel motivated and through conversations with you they develop a more authentic way of thinking and acting.

🤎Your Mercury in their 2nd house: They deeply value talking to you, you make every conversation they have something that brings them something that will stay with them for a long time, be it an important lesson, a reminder or even a memory that makes them smile. They feel that you really care about them and help them to take what can help them and let go of what no longer serves or helps them. They see you as a realistic person, thoughtful and attentive to what they have to say, they may think that you don't talk much, but they appreciate and highly value the fact that you are someone who knows how to have a good conversation, who listens and speaks in balance. There may be topics that both of you don't talk about with each other for fear that it will be "too much" for the other person, but this feeling fades when you are with each other. You two help put each other's feet on the ground. This is an overlay that helps long-term relationships, since it indicates that both of you are not afraid to talk about a little more serious topics, besides that it is favorable in case you want to start a project together, because they trust you and your friends a lot. capabilities.

🤎Your Mercury in their 3rd house: With you they felt an almost immediate connection, an immediate affinity because they had similar ways of communicating and thinking. Talking to you is the most fun in the world for them and it's something they have to do constantly. And, if for some reason you cannot see each other, they will do their best to keep in touch with you. They think a lot about you and things to do when you're together.They see you as a person with a lot of knowledge in many different things, someone very witty who never gets tired of talking and making them laugh and those conversations in which your stomach hurts from laughing so much are very common among you. Talking to you seems really stimulating and interesting, and something happens when you get together, and that is that although you do not exclude people, in your conversations you can see a great and strong connection between you and sometimes it just feels like it is just the two of you. They know that they can talk about anything with you, that if there are differences they will resolve it and that if they ask for your opinion you will give it without hesitation and with complete honesty.

🤎Your Mercury in their 4th house: Talking to you feels like letting all the loads off their shoulders, you make them feel comfortable, content and even relieved. Thanks to you, they have a facility for talking about their deepest emotions, they think that you are a person with whom they can talk about their personal experiences, someone who allows them to talk when the day has not been the best, but also someone with whom to celebrate when the day is going amazingly. They like when you show them that you trust them by sharing those things that you usually don't with just anyone, they like to feel like they are having meaningful conversations for both them and you. Your words touch his heart easily, give him a sense of security and genuine love. You are a person with whom they talk a lot about their past and their childhood, they can enjoy having those conversations that allow them to get to know each other on a deep level. They love that you care about their emotional well-being and constantly ask how they feel. Even if you don't notice it, you allow them to appreciate the little things in life. They really like your way of thinking and may have very similar views on family life and how close relationships work.

🤎Your Mercury in their 5th house: You have a knack for stimulating their ability to express themselves genuinely and not just themselves, but their emotions as well. Talking to you is an instant and strong serotonin hit, so don't be surprised to see them smile more when talking or after talking to you! They bring out their most daring, free and charismatic side when they talk to you, thinking of you is synonymous with thinking of smiles and having a good time. They may have similar abilities and interests, especially in their taste in music, or preferences in movies. When you two get together there is no topic of conversation that you do not talk about, communication with you feels more dynamic and entertaining than with other people they know. It is very easy for them to show their romantic side when they are with you, even the flirty one, they may think that you have a very attractive personality that, accompanied by your way of thinking and communicating, ends up fascinating them. They may have a similar opinion about relationships and the idea of ​​having children. Speaking of children, they feel like they can be a little more childish around you and that you are someone with a great sense of humor. Sexually, they may see you as very skilled and sensual.

🤎Your Mercury in their 6th house: There is something that they find adorable about you, and it is like you check up on them, it is very likely that they deeply value the attention you have with them, how you care about their well-being and that they are well. Talking to you will soon become part of their routine and a message from you can motivate them a lot, especially to take care of themselves or to work hard. They think that you are really attentive to those details about them that others go unnoticed, and they value it as you don't get an idea. Communication between you is quite fluid, since Mercury is comfortable in this house. They can come to you when they need advice and they know they can trust you no matter what, they see in you a partner who understands and helps them. Both of you are the person with whom the other talks about those random experiences that happen to you daily. In their eyes you are a very altruistic, hard-working, rational and intelligent person, there is a certain level of mutual admiration between you. It is very likely that you make them think more about taking care of their body and well-being, making them more aware of their health (i.e. if they work a lot, you can help them relax or to fix their eating schedule if they skip meals).

🤎Your Mercury in their 7th house: Your way of thinking attracts them a lot, what you consider a priority may make them think about what they want in a serious relationship. They love how much you prioritize clear and active communication in your relationships, the attention you pay to your connections makes them see you as a very conscientious and consistent person in this field. They may have somewhat different ways of communicating, but they’ll know how to get along with each other. The opinions that the two of you have regarding relationships and what you want from them are similar and that’s what makes you connect. Both understand each other very easily and it’s easy for them to put themselves in the other's shoes. They love that you think of them when making an important decision and that you make them feel part of your life. They and you will constantly talk about the relationship, how to improve it, what to avoid so as not to bother the other and you will make them feel that they can talk about any problem that may arise with total comfort and confidence. It’s likely that it is difficult for them to be so communicative, but since they met you they can be in very constant contact with you (messages or calls are constant).

🤎Your Mercury in their 8th house: You are a fascinating enigma to them, they don't easily know what you think but it seems to you that nothing about them goes unnoticed. They perceive your way of communicating as intense, direct and somewhat seductive, it may be your voice, or simply the way you communicate. They see in you someone with a sexy brain, who seems to know a lot about topics that they are completely unaware of. Talking to you feels very good for them, because they can let off steam and be totally open with what they think, it is entertaining because you leave a lot to the imagination without intending it, because for them it is clear that you have very well defined what seems good to you and what not, what you want and what you don't. They see you as a person who keeps what they think and feel a lot, but whose opinions are very fixed and difficult to change. They also see in you a lot of emotional depth, for you things are deeper and less simple than those of the people with whom they usually interact on a daily basis. Talking to you can change them a lot, from their way of being, their priorities or even their way of thinking. They may think that sexually you are very verbal, very skilled, experimental, and very adaptable.

🤎Your Mercury in their 9th house: Talking to you is a unique experience and they find it extremely fun. They see in you not just someone they can fool around with or joke around with, but they see you as someone somewhat philosophical with whom they can have serious, existential conversations. You are adaptable in their eyes and just as you can be their partner in misdeeds and their best friend, you can be that person with whom to talk about the future, ideologies and the most mysterious sides of life. You are a teacher for them and in this relationship you will teach them many things that they did not know, they will have a deep admiration for you and you will always easily manage to put a smile on their face. They will see you as a person with a lot of experience and wisdom. Before their eyes you communicate with vitality, hope and fire, fun with you is guaranteed. They love hearing from you about those clever things you come up with, even if you think they're weird. You are the person that comes to mind when they think of having someone to stay up all night talking to. Your phrases and what you say are what they call memorable. They see you as a very educated and intelligent person.

🤎Your Mercury in their 10th house: They see you as a person superior to others on an intellectual level, as a person who thinks a lot and plans their future, someone mature who faces life and problems rationally. They can admire you a lot intellectually and they find you a person with prestige. Your mind is a place that amazes them, you may even guide them to improve some skills, because they want to surprise you. They will always address you with respect, although not for that in a cold way, but they do not want to ruin things with you. They love it when you talk to them about your goals and aspirations and that you allow them to do the same. They like that you get excited about their achievements and take an interest in them, in addition to their plans. It is not difficult for them to think about a future with you, since you both share priorities and even motivations and goals. It is very likely that your long-term goals are similar to theirs. They seem touched when you care about their personal success and encourage them to be more independent, you make them feel supported in that regard.

🤎Your Mercury in their 11th house: In their eyes, you’re a person open to the idea of ​​communicating with many different people. They see you as someone who despite having an opinion or way of seeing things, is open enough to listen and talk about other points of view. They see you as a very intelligent person, in fact as one of the most intelligent people they know. They highlight your social intelligence and how you are able to understand others and their experiences. You’re a mixture of originality, uniqueness and awareness of others, they love to see that you don’t only think about your own opinion or well-being and you’re able to think of the other before doing something. You brought new perspectives and concepts into their lives, talking to you is a kind of revelation for them. Talking to you gives them a lot of inspiration and your words encourage them to go after what they dream of and want. You two may have similar ideologies, hobbies, interests, and knowledge. What happens with this overlay is that at first glance both may be different, but once you begin to open up you discover that you have more in common than you think. They’ll love the idea of ​​being able to work with you in any way, since there’s a lot of affinity and intellectual fascination.

🤎Your Mercury in their 12th house: They seem very intrigued by you, communication may not have flowed so much at the beginning, but the desire to know the mysteries and great ideas that were going around in your head was always there. They think that the two of you have a very unique way of connecting, without the need to say a word to each other, they perfectly understand what the other is saying, many times it seems that both of you read each other's minds or are attracted to each other telepathically. They see in you a person with whom they can have conversations about their dreams, or even about those things that they do not speak openly with others, they perceive you as someone who helps them to be more transparent and who will not judge them for it. Creativity and wisdom are things that they highlight in you, since they see you as a great advisor. To them, it seems like you say the right things at the right time. They may have stopped communicating directly at some point, but they never stop thinking about each other. You two talk about your dreams and desires and confide things like your fears or nervousness in the other. Talking to you can reveal some aspects of themselves or life that they are not very aware of.

[otakuworks]

❛ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒. angst w/fluff

feat. Caelus x GN!Reader | wc. 1.6K

sum. fireflies are fleeting creatures, and so were his feelings for you. . . or so you thought

cw. 2.0 spoilers, some intended lore inaccuracies but nothing major

note. no firefly slander in here, just some angsty thoughts I got after finishing 2.0 before bed

main.mlist hsr.mlist

Ambiguous relationships are unstable, often leads to misunderstandings. The balance that had been barely maintained by not invading each other's territory and not interfering with each other's business had begun to shake. With the appearance of a variable called Firefly. Disorganized thoughts strewn like scratches in your head.

"Caelus, how can you be certain she's trustworthy if she's hiding something from you?"

"I never said she was, she has her reasons if she doesn't want to tell me, but I'm inclined to help her now that she's in danger."

He never spared you a glance as he stalked to his room.

I was in danger once yet you never came to my aid. What's so special about her? Was your bitter thought.

There were so many questions you want to ask him. If you had tried to count them, you would have run out of fingers and toes. But when you opened your mouth, what came out was utter nonsensical question.

"What makes you so inclined to help her?"

He finally stopped and gaze over his shoulder. "She's important to me."

. . . And I'm not?

You're shakened, but his golden eyes were utterly calm. It would be absurd to tell this man to forget her and stay by your side. The idea of fleeing was anathema to him.

You don't even know the girl, but based on his descriptions prior she's exactly the type of girl he would go for and it's enough to add salt on your unrequited love.

It's obvious you two like each other that even March was able to pick up the tension, but you both remained on the neutral ground and never fessed up.

Meanwhile, Black Swan's knowing gaze traversed on your distraught ones as you follow the Trailblazer on his way back to the Dreamscape. She knows the moment she looked, conflicting feelings who are yet to be acknowledged are now catching up.

Once Caelus entered his room, the Memokeeper turned to you.

"One with a sincere heart prevails, young one. He's yet to be aware of your burgeoning feelings, having the initiative might help you with your current predicament." She advised.

You barely glanced at her as you downcast your eyes. "And endure the plausible rejection now that he has her? I'd rather be colored in green."

She chuckled. "Green with envy doesn't suit anyone. It's strange to me how certain you are with your prediction."

Sighing, you turned to meet up with the special guest whom he invited you to have a chat.

"I'll head first. Take care of him, although he can do most part of it, it wouldn't hurt to have another shield."

Black Swan merely smiled as she watched you walk away with a heavy heart. Ah young ones, always so blindsided with things that hinder them to confess.

"Apologies for the delay, your friend told me about their plans to meet with the IPC ambassador before going in the Dreamscape."

Caelus, who was about to dive in, halted at his steps and his shoulders stiffened. For a brief moment, the Memokeeper witnessed the renowned Intergalactic Baseballer summoning his grey bat.

"Aventurine? Why would they meet up with him?" Was his immediate response with furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists.

"That, I do not know. You can wait and ask them once we're done with the mission."

Who ever said he's a patient guy?!

"Well, my friend. What do you say?"

You groaned upon gracing your eyes with reality and a peacock suddenly greeted you by the tub. No wait, it's just the IPC representative.

"I-I must discuss the details with the others first before making a decision." You clutched the rim the of the tub to balance yourself from that disgruntling experience.

Transition sucks the most.

"Don't worry, I can wait but try not to make it long."

Honestly, you don't even know the reason why he's seeking you out for this. It was Caelus at first and now he's interested in doing business with you.

You're tempted to ask him but it might lead to a longer conversation and you want nothing more than to relax for a moment without sleeping.

You heard Aventurine bid his temporary farewell, but you failed to notice him stopping right at the exit before shaking his head. You were too focused on alleviating the dizziness that you failed to focus the shadow framing you

"What did he want with you?" Your blood froze right there and then

"Shouldn't that be my question? What are you doing here, in my room?" You couldn't look up at him and can only look on his knees which are the same level as your eyes.

Look up and you would see every emotion to exist on his face.

It came by a blur, you were sitting in the tub and the next you heard the water splashing followed by being engulfed by someone warm and sturdy.

He's hugging you.

You blinked once and twice.

Caelus' hugging you.

If you can even call it a hug when you feel your bones cracking.

It's not a foreign act, you've hugged once in awhile but it's usually with the four of you; Dan Heng, March and him. You've never exclusively hugged before so this notion surprised you.

"Caelus?" You softly called out as he buried his face in your hair.

"Nothing remains with me. My memories and past companies, I couldn't grasp them. Now I'm graced with so many friends, I'm always afraid everything will slip away once more and I'll be an empty shell you met in the Space Station." His voice is unusually mellowed, it reminds you of a child complaining about school.

You let yourself relaxed and surround him with your warmth as well and right at that moment you feel him abandoning his weight.

He wants to say more, however the recent events seemed to have an invisible force squeezing his heart and preventing him from talking, but it doesn't stop his tears from flowing.

I don't want to lose you, too.

He wants to say those to you, but his heavy heart and parched throat reign supreme. So he bared himself and cried to you, letting himself vulnerable in front of you, hoping that would be the bridge to convey his feelings that words cannot express at the moment.

©OTAKUWORKS_2023

[joshsjipple]

Baby, It's Cold Outside pt 1

JAKE KISZKA X FEMALE READER

Word Count: 4.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content, angst (kinda an enemies to lovers), talk of blood, injury, pain from said injury, unprotected sex (cmon guys), praise kink, oral sex (f/m/rec), rough fingering, language, slaps like once, p in v, dom and sub (can go both ways), fluff etc etc.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Spending Christmas in the freezing cold was not ideal, but then again, neither was being involved in a skiing accident. Could you even call it that? It was a pathetic story, really. You’ve never been one for sports or anything that required you to move at top speed while having to maintain balance, so when your mom asked you to ski with everyone today, you were dumbfounded. It was fun for a while–watching your parents attempt to take on the slopes. That feeling didn’t last long because sooner or later, you were reminded you didn’t come alone on this trip.

Your mother and Karen were best friends throughout high school and stayed in touch through adulthood. At least twice a year, both of your families would leave town together and embark on an adventure. You’d hoped they’d stop inviting you, or atleast stop inviting Karen’s kids, after you all graduated. That didn’t happen. In fact, it only made them extend the trip so they would have more time to spend more time with their grown kids.

Josh zooms by you, a high pitched inaudible scream leaving his mouth as he does so. You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. You never had a problem with Josh, besides the fact he could get a bit talkative. He was kind, patient, and fun; the exact opposite of his twin brother, Jake. He, on the other hand, was snarky, rude, and dead silent. You’d tried to give him a chance for a few years, but he’d just end up ignoring your friendly gestures. Eventually, you stopped trying. You thought that was the end of it, but boy were you wrong. 

From that point on, Jake made it his lifelong goal to poke and prod at you. He knew what ticked you off by now and he put that to use the whole week you spent together. No one else heard it, but they all noticed the mean stares you’d give each other at the dinner table. Everyone seemed to stay out of it for the most part, sweeping it under the rug for the time being. Josh knew, but only because he was the one person you could stand on your trips. 

Now, perched on the top of a snow-covered hill, you stare down it. Josh’s long gone, joining the rest of the crew down at the bottom and of course, leaving you and Jake at the top. He slides in next to you, his sticks jabbing into the ground to help hold him in place. He’s wearing a giant coat with fur lining the hood, his face barely visible. Giant goggles sit on his nose, making his eyes unnoticeable. You look over at him, trying to figure out if he’s going or if you are.

“Are you just going to stand up here with your jaw dropped?” he asks cooly, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yes, actually. I was thinking about grabbing a flag and claiming it.” you reply plainly. 

Jake doesn’t respond, but he moves a step closer to you. “See that treeline?” he points to your right. “There’s a gap right there. Take it as a shortcut and surprise them from behind.”

You roll your eyes, shifting from side to side. “Yeah right.”

“Too scared?” he says in a baby voice, close enough to your ear that you could feel his breath if it weren’t for your ten layers of clothes.

“What? No!” you growl defensively, pushing him away from you.

“Prove it.” he bites.

Rolling your eyes, you push off the hill. Feeding off of Jake’s words, you lean left and you gradually slip through the path he was talking about. You hear him shout from behind you, but figuring it’s just him cheering, you continue. Over time, you pick up speed. You’re steadily moving down the path that seems to be getting narrower with every tree you pass. You hear another frantic shout and when you look to your left, you see Jake on the main path. He’s leaning to the left, desperately crawling to you. He shouts something, his fingers pointing to you. When you turn to see what has his attention, you’re too late.

A giant tree had grown right down the middle of the path. You scream as you cascade through the thick branches. Losing your footing, you begin to tumble, your body banging against the wood. From the force, your coat is ripped open, allowing a sharp branch to tear into the side of your torso. You scream, feeling the hot blood already trickling down your stomach. Once you’re past the tree, you roll a few more times before abruptly coming to a stop. Luckily, it snowed the night before so your landing is awfully comfortable.

You lay there for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened. Lifting your head, you note that if you hadn’t been exactly where you were, you’d probably never be able to walk again. You hear a muffled voice, and when you see Jake moving towards you, your stomach begins to sting. Your hand immediately addresses the wound and you hiss through gritted teeth. Jake falls to your side, his hands frantically moving in the air as he tries to decide what to do.

“Are you okay?” he asks, a bit of concern in his voice.

“Jesus, do I look okay?” you growl.

He opens his mouth to speak but gets distracted by the voices of your families approaching. In record timing, your mother is by your side, cradling your head. Everyone’s talking around you and when your eyes find Josh, his eyebrows are drawn together. 

“Does anything else hurt?” your mother asks, her eyes wide.

“No, I’m fine.” you say. “It’s just a scratch.”

You’re right. It’s not like there’s a gaping hole in your abdomen, just a large scrape. Your face has some as well, and it stings when your mother cups your cheeks. As your parents discuss, you notice Josh and Jake talking just loud enough for you to hear.

“I literally just said to tell her to stay away from that path.” Josh scolds his brother.

“I know.” Jake replies through pursed lips.

“Someone needs to take her back up to the cabin.” Karen says from a few feet away.

“Jake will.” Josh says with a wide grin. “Isn’t that right?” Jake responds by shooting daggers at him, but reluctantly shakes his head in agreement.

“No. I will.” your mom says.

“Mom, you were having fun…” your voice trails off. “I’m sure Jake can make sure I get back okay.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. You nod and squeeze her hand. “Alright.”

She backs away from you and helps you to your feet. Your legs are sore and your body undeniably needs a reset, but you’re not paralyzed. You rest on your mother until Jake’s prepared enough to drag you up the hill. When she hands you over like a prized possession, you’re sure to put all of your weight on Jake. He curses under his breath and then waves your mother off. 

“This may be a bad time to mention it, but I love your perfume.” Jake says with a friendly smile.

“I heard you and Josh talking. And I’m not wearing any perfume.” you breathe loudly. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it. Since when do you ever listen to me?” he defends himself as he begins to haul you up the hill. 

“Doesn’t matter! Why would you tell me to do it?”

“Well at least you didn’t die.” he chirps.

“Shut up.”

———————

By the time the two of you reach the cabin, you’re both sweating. Jake collapses as soon as he steps up the stairs. You roll your eyes and step over him, your hand holding your clothes to stop the bleeding from your wound. Seen as your coats almost ripped to shreds, it takes you only a few minutes to strip into a single layer. Your shirt is torn at the seams, so you toss it in the trash can as you pad down the hallway to your room. 

Removing all your clothes, you examine the wound. It’s still fresh and blood oozes from out of it. Your head spins as you stare, your stomach queasy. Deciding you can’t take anymore, you resort to the last wanted option.

“Jake!” you shout loud enough he can hear it from outside. After a few moments you hear the door open and shut. “Grab the first aid kit and come here.”

In a few minutes, the handle on your door turns and Jake stumbles in. Your hand is pressed against the wound, your jaw clenched tightly. Jake’s steps falter as his eyes scan over you. His eyes smolder with intensity and widen slightly. Swallowing loudly, he runs his hand over the back of his head. You stare at him in confusion until you realize you’re in nothing but a bra and underwear.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” you snap.

“Y-you want me to help you with that?” he over enunciates the last word, making your eyes roll. 

“You did this Jake, not me.” you sneer and narrow your eyes. He blinks rapidly for a second, his eyes glued to the ground. “Jake. I’m gonna bleed out.”

“Sorry.” he mumbles, taking a seat next to you and opening the kit. “What do I need?”

“I think I should rinse the blood off first.” you say, hissing as you touch the scrape. “Wanna start the bath?”

Jake groans, but disappears to start the water. A few minutes later he returns and helps you to your feet. You take tentative steps, your head spinning. Once you reach the bathroom, you toy with the clasp of your bra. Jake shoots away from you, turning so he’s facing the wall.

“Oh grow up Jake.” you complain, cheeks as red as a tomato. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he remarks.

You remove your clothes and dip your leg into the water. As you slide the rest of the way in, your foot slips and you begin to fall. Jake’s hands grab your under arms and he gently lures you into the warm water. As soon as you’re submerged he steps away and once again, faces the wall.

“That was a quick save, are you sure you weren’t watching?” you joke, enjoying how nervous he is. 

“Nothing worth looking at.” he lets out a deep breath and turns to face the door.

“Really? Because Jake junior seems to disagree.”

“Call me when you’re done.” he yells from the hallway, making you laugh to yourself.

You spend the next eight minutes carefully scrubbing your wound. You pay a bit of attention to the ones on your arms and face, cleaning them so they won’t get infected. When you’re clean enough, you yell for Jake to return. When he doesn’t return in a few minutes, you curse and grab a towel. On your feet again, your legs tremble and you’re nauseous again. Stepping out of the tub, your knee gives out just enough to have you clinging onto the edge of the railing.

“Jacob Kiszka!” you yell again, eyes watering from the pressure on your wound.

“Jesus.” he says, grabbing your waist and helping you up straight. “I was coming.”

You smack his chest and push him off of you. When you’re all wrapped up in your towel, Jake helps you back to the room. He waits outside as you find underwear and a bra, and you smile to yourself when he peaks in every once in a while to ‘make sure you’re okay.’ You directed him to soak a gauze pad in saline solution, and when he returns, you’re waiting for him on your bed. His arm extends to you in an attempt to hand you the cloth. 

“No. I can’t look at it, I’ll be sick.” you tell him. “Just dab the area.”

He does as he’s told, his weight sinking the edge of the bed. His fingers carefully apply the cloth to your wound and you shudder under his touch. With a sheen of sweat on your face and tight muscles, you focus on Jake. His hands are skilled and callused from the many years he’s been playing guitar. His tongue sticks out from between his two lips, just enough for you to see. The hand that isn’t on your wound, sits on the mattress, brushing against your waist. You’re glad you have the excuse of an injury to hide your unsteady breathing.

“That should be fine, thanks.” you push his hand away. “Grab the gauze and tape.”

Standing to your feet again, you move in front of him. His legs spread open as you slip between them, your cheeks burn intensely. Placing gauze on your wound, you have Jake tape you up. His hands are gentle as they apply the tape across your body. His hands press it down, careful not to apply too much pressure that it will hurt any other scratches. He’s still seated as he works, and you spin so he can apply more on the front for support. Your hands are above your head holding your hair out of his face. He’s almost eye level with your bra, and you watch him do his best not to look. When he’s finished, he clears his throat and pats his legs. 

Neither of you move.

His chocolate brown eyes stare up at you, raking over your collarbone and shoulders. He licks his lips as you remove your hands from your hair, allowing it to fan out over your shoulders. His eyes engulf your body, absorbing your skin like he wants to drown in you. 

“Gonna apologize yet, Jakey?” you ask, running a finger along his jawline.

“In your dreams.” he scoffs, eyes still bleeding into yours.

“Not exactly what I imagine you doing in my dreams but it’ll suffice.”

You watch his lips part as he stands to his feet, grabbing your shoulders to move you so you’re in front of the bed. Hands gripping your shoulders, he lowers you to the ground. He’s firm, but still wary of your wound.

“Undo my belt.” he directs, thumbs stroking your chin.

“W-what?” you shudder. “My stomach-”

“You don’t suck dick with your stomach, do you?” he asks. When you don’t answer, he smirks and taps your shoulder. “Come on now.”

Without another word, you hastily undo his belt, tossing it to the side. Once his pants are unbuttoned, you pull them to his knees. You stare at him hard in his boxers, your mouth watering. In one swift tug, he’s free and bouncing in front of you. Your hand reaches for him, but he smacks it away and grabs a fistful of hair.

“Tongue.” he demands. You stick it out, flattening it so the tip of him can slide in. He hits the muscle a few times before sliding himself down your throat. You watch his eyes squeeze shut, chest heaving. He pulls out and removes his shirt, leaving the top of him bare. “Tap twice if you want to stop.”

Without giving you time to respond, he shoves himself down your throat. You gag immediately, your chest heaving. He snaps in and out of you, hands tucked into your hair. You concentrate on breathing as he fucks your face. Drool falls from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor, coating your knees. You watch Jake through teary eyes, his head thrown back and mouth wide open. 

“That’s my good girl. Your mouth is so much better at this than comebacks.” he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth. Your throat burns as tears stream down your face. “Fuck, gonna cum.”

A few seconds later, he released himself, coating the back of your throat. You gag viciously as you swallow him, his dick still stuffed down your throat. After he’s done, but pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. Surprisingly, you’ve forgotten all about your injury.

After a minute of you collecting yourself, Jake grabs your arms and helps you to your feet. Your legs are wobbly from the uncomfortable kneeling position so you lean into his body. He holds you, hands working at the clasp of your bra. You help him, pulling the clothing off your chest entirely. He hums at the sight of you before cupping your cheeks in his hands. 

His thumb traces your lips and then wipes tears away from your eyes. You breathe loudly, still gathering yourself. His hands caress your jaw and then move to the back of your neck before trailing down the skin of your back. He’s mindful of where it hurts, and maps it out in his head to remember. 

A minute later, your eyes are finally able to find his. He smirks at you and the corner of your mouth twitches upwards. Hands wrapped around your head, thumb resting by your ear, he tugs you into a kiss. It’s soft at first as he tastes himself on your tongue, but slowly gets more heated. Your tongues dance, small whimpers exchanging between the two of you. You pull back to gasp for air, but Jake leans farther in, eyes closed with wet lips parted. You swallow his lips again, sinking into his touch. He trails warm, wet kisses across your chin and nibbles on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You smile as he kisses across your collar bones and in the space between your aching breasts. 

His hand settles on the small of your back while the other begins to push you onto the bed. He watches your facial expressions for any signs of pain, but the only pain you’re paying attention to is the throbbing between your legs. Once you’re fully flattened, he takes one of your breasts into his mouth, the other being occupied by one of his rough hands. He toys with your hardened nipples, swirling his tongue skillfully over the peak of it. He switches, repeating the same actions a few times before capturing your lips in another desperate kiss.

“Jake, I can’t have sex like this.” you admit through heated kisses. 

“We won’t. Just let me make this whole thing up to you, okay?” he breathes against your cheek, his fingers messing with the hem of your panties.

“Okay.” you give him permission and he slides down your body.

He kisses your stomach, hands fluttering over your skin. You shiver under his touch, your arousal pooling between your legs. When he reaches your heat, he plants a firm kiss on your clothed pussy, eyes never breaking away from yours. You moan, jaw hanging open. He slips the fabric off of your legs before spreading your thighs with his hand. Hovering above you, he stares into your core.

“Oh she’s pretty.” he licks his lips before laying flat on his stomach. Your heart thumps as you watch his finger drag through your folds. When your hips thrust up, he slips his hands under you and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Watch me.”

You position yourself on your elbows, watching his tongue dig into you. You pull back, a moan falling from your lips. He keeps his grip tight, pulling you back into his mouth. He absorbs you, sucking and twirling his tongue across your bundle of nerves. You’re sweating, breathing heavy as you snake your hands through his chestnut brown locks.

“Fuck, yes.” you whimper. “Feels so good, Jake.”

He pulls back, removing his hands from your ass. You begin to throw a fit, but he pauses that thought when he slides a digit into your entrance. Your eyes immediately roll in the back of your head. 

“Keep talking.” he directs. “And don’t move. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” he flashes you a smile that you ignore. 

His single finger moves in and out of you at a steady pace, but you’re aching for more. “Add another.” you tell him. He obliges quickly, adding a second finger into the mix. 

You arch your back at the feeling, his eyes laser focused on your reaction. Placing the palm of his hand on your lower abdomen, he holds you down against the sheets to keep you from moving. Then, his fingers pick up their pace, curling ferociously inside of you. A bunch of lude, pornographic sounds leave your mouth as you tremble around him.

“Fuck yes, Jake! Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop.” you beg.

The sound of his fingers working into you creates a wet sound through the whole cabin. Desperate to see his face right now, your eyes shoot open and find it. He’s sweating, tongue protruding from his lips like they were when he dabbed your wound earlier. He’s watching his fingers fuck you, encouraging himself quietly.

“Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he asks. “Come on, pretty girl. Let it go.”

Your legs shake violently as your whole body explodes. Stars flash through your black eyelids, as your body releases. You’re withered underneath him, his name sounding like a prayer from your lips. It takes you a few moments to come out of it, but when you do, Jake’s fingers are in his mouth, sucking your arousal off of his digits. Crawling over you, he places each arm on either side of his head.

“Want a taste? You taste like honey.” he says, grabbing your lips. Your tongue swirls in his mouth, tasting your cum along with his saliva. Your fingers tug at his long hair, body arching against him. He pulls away quickly. “Woah there.”

“Jake it doesn’t hurt.” you tell him. He just stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “Jake! I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t feel it, please.”

“You’re gonna hate me tomorrow.” he groans, parting your legs and lining himself up.

“I hate you right now.” you hiss as he slips into you. Your hands claw at his back as he swiftly moves in and out of you. You curse his name, begging for more.

“What an odd thing to say when my cock is buried in your tight cunt.” he kisses the crown of your head. “God, like fucking velvet baby.”

“Fuck it, Jake. Fuck me like you hate me.” you plead.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He begins to pound into you, his strokes deep and rough. You cry his name as your skin slaps together, filling the room. One of your hands pulls at the roots of his hair, making him moan into your shoulder. Your other once, digs into his back. Your fingernails dig into his skin, hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t complain. His thrusts grow sloppy and his breaths are loud and aggressive.

“You gonna cum for me, Jake?” you ask in a sweet voice.

“You’re the one squeezing me. God, feels so fucking good.” he cries, reaching a hand between your two bodies. 

You gasp as his fingers make contact with your clit and begin to rub tight circles into it. You buck from under him, legs trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Jake keeps fucking you until you’re coming down from your high. Quickly, he removes himself from you and positions himself on your stomach.

“You look so pretty when you cum. Even prettier when you moan my name like that.” he grunts, fisting himself.

“Cum for me, be a good boy.” you urge him on. His eyebrows draw together as he shoots his ropes of cum across your stomach. You watch his mouth fall open, eyes clamped shut. “Yeah, baby.” you say as he finishes. 

He sits back on his heels, eyes on the ceiling as he breathes. You watch him, taking the time to admire the sheen of sweat across his body. He reaches a hand down and you take it. Carefully, you sit up and he pulls you into his arms. You both sit there in each other’s grasp, your breathing lulling the both of you. His cheek is resting on your head, yours glued to his chest. His hands rub your back, massaging it gently with his callused hands. After a few more moments, you pull away and lay on your back. He joins you, wrapping his arm under your neck for you to use as a pillow. 

“Are you okay?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah. Doesn’t even hurt.” you tell him, lying a bit. 

“At least when you walk funny tomorrow they won’t think anything of it.” you both share a laugh. “I’m really sorry, by the way. What I did was shitty and inexcusable.”

“Oh well.” you pat his chest. “At least now I know to never trust you again.”

“Hey.” he says, offendedly. 

“You’re gonna have to make it up to me.” you say, a finger tracing his jaw.

“How?” he questions.

“I have a few ideas in mind.”

[ddarker-dreams]

hehe scara let me feed u Apple rabbits

"... There is absolutely no way."

If looks could kill, it’s likely you’d be on the brink of death, convulsing and cursing him with your final breath. Instead of that macabre scene taken straight from a light novel, you’re left with something unremarkably ordinary. You, holding a plate of meticulously prepared apple rabbits, and Scaramouche, sitting on the edge of the inn’s engawa looking as unpleasant as ever. Scratch that, he seems extra unpleasant. A truly commendable feat considering you never thought it possible for him to exceed his usual level of emanating dark energy.

It’s a wonder the verdure surrounding him hasn’t started to wilt. 

Disregarding the oppressive atmosphere, you situate yourself beside him, careful to maintain the plate’s balance. He makes a point of not looking at you (which is odd, considering his affinity for staring incessantly), lips pulled tighter than a bowstring and his eyebrows knitting together. 

What’s his issue? Scaramouche is acting like he’s the one being held captive here, not you. 

“Ohh, I get it,” you prolong the initial syllable for dramatic effect, “You must be worried they’re poisoned since you didn’t see me prepare it.” 

You help yourself to a piece and make a show of how you’re very much not dying from the not poisoned apple rabbit.  

After swallowing, you smile, then wipe the juice from the corner of your mouth with your long sleeve. “See? Still alive and kicking.” 

“Lucky me,” he grumbles. He then actually turns his nose up to you. Who does that? “Why don’t you go feed them to Childe instead, since it’s him you call out to in your sleep? You’re more than welcome to use poison then. I’ll even be the one who supplies it.” 

Ah, it would appear your unconscious self saw fit to condemn you. It’s no wonder Scaramouche was brooding every time you had the misfortune of glancing in his general direction. You thought preparing these apple rabbits, a gesture associated with affection, would cheer him right on up. So much for that. 

However, if you don’t do something to fix this debacle, you’ll be forced to endure his sulking for who knows how long. That future sounds far from appealing. Especially when you’ll be in extra close quarters due to how humble this inn’s size is. You could make the argument he misheard you, which in all likelihood is probably true, but he isn’t receptive to logic in this state. 

You’ll need to take extreme measures. Even if those measures hurt your pride. 

Rather than playing by his game and losing, you reinvent the rules, giving his sleeve a rough tug in your direction. Before he can roll out a string of curses at your impudence, you place half an apple rabbit slice in your mouth. The other half hovers by his lips in a silent invitation. 

Beneath the paper lanterns swaying overhead, you watch his face turn beet red.

His eyes widen, then narrow dangerously, realization flickering within them. The dark chuckle he lets out causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. He cups both sides of your face and leans forward, past grievances forgotten, his eyes lidded with carnal hunger. 

You don’t think said hunger has anything to do with the fruit, though. 

[ellievickstar]

River Side Confessions.

Summary: When you ask the shadow singer to help train your muscles, one thing leads to another, and you both end up together.

Request: N/A

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Pranks, Azriel threatening the sanctity and secrecy of cookie stashes.

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“When I said ‘train me to become stronger’, I really didn’t mean ‘drag me to the mountains and force me into a river’.” You were annoyed to say the least. Annoyed and sick of Azriel who was currently chuckling at you from a rock near by, standing tall as he looked down at you with those hazel eyes.

Earlier this week you had asked him if he was free to do some extra training with you because you felt like you were becoming rusty, especially since all the big wars and battles were over and all you dealt with were the occasional illyrian brute in the difficult camps.

In retrospect, you should have asked someone else. However, Azriel was significantly better than Cassian and if Cassian had gotten a hint that you wanted even a little extra training, cauldron forbid whatever he would have planned.

So maybe standing in a river trying to maintain your balance against the strong current was a decent situation, but that did not mean that you would not complain about it.

“This is training,” Azriel retorted, “With all the moping around since the war and utter lack of missions on a whole, your core muscles has probably weakened, and in hand-to-hand combat, that isn’t good, princess,” You glared at him harder.

“In simple words,” He continued, “You would be screwed if you were on a battle field right now.” Rolling you eyes, you hated that what he said was true. You had noticed that your muscles had weakened, though your technique was flawless, posture can be everything in close combat, and relying on your magic was not an option especially since Hybern had brought concoctions like Faebane into play.

Cursing at yourself, you despised how your heart seemed to leap and swoon at the nickname, and you hated how your stomach seemed to be in knots at the tired and sultry look Azriel was giving you.

Nesta would probably be screaming in your ear right now that this was some romance scene and the two of you would realise that you were both meant for each other.

Bullshit.

And maybe you should have known better than to fixate on your very real and long-term crush on the shadowsinger because just as you wanted to roll your eyes again at the thought of Nesta and her hopeless romantic novels, your foot slipped and you squealed as you fell into the water and was thrown against the rock that Azriel was standing on.

You heard Azriel curse as he grabbed you by your shoulder and hauled you out of the water.

“Shit shit shit,” Gritting his teeth he flew you to land and lay you down gently, you were bleeding from your head and you could feel the warm liquid trickle down the side of your head. However, instead of opening your eyes, you kept them closed, it was payback time.

You could feel Azriel’s hands travel up and down your body as he scanned you for injuries. “Open your damn eyes,” He bit out, it seemed like a command but you could hear his desperation. He probably knew that you wouldn’t die from such injuries and that waiting around for a bit would allow you to wake up. But you wanted to know what he would say…if there was anything to say.

“Dammit, Y/N please, you can’t be freaking unconscious from hitting a rock and if I actually hurt you I couldn’t live with myself, so open your bloody eyes,” He begged, but Azriel noticed the slight curve in your lips that you were trying to desperately hold back, and as he connected the dots he grinned.

“Well if you are unconscious I guess you don’t mind me eating your secret stash of cookies and also telling Cassian where you like to hide your stash,” Azriel drawled and you shot up so fast as you glared at him, hard. “You tell Cassian, that thief, about MY cookies, and I will break your kneecaps and pry them off with a crowbar,” You hissed. Chuckling, Azriel stroked a hand through your

“Calm down, Little Psycho, besides, you deserve it after scaring me like that,” He teased. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname, but you rolled your eyes as you huffed. “If anyone is the psycho, it’s you. Everyone else knows that cookies are sacred,” Looking away, that was when you realised that you were pressed up against Azriel when you had sat up from your lying down ‘knocked out’ position you had curled up subconsciously to his warmth because the water on you skin made you feel unbearably cold.

As if he had also realised it at the same time, you could have sworn Azriel’s cheeks heated as you scooted away from me, bring your knees to your chest.

You both sat in silence for a while after that, and to your surprise, Azriel was the one who broke it first.

“I have a confession to make,” You could not believe your ears, did Azriel sound….awkward? Staring at him, you made a gesture with your hand, prompting him to continue. “I…I think your my mate,” Wait. Pause. WHAT!?

And that was the exact words you yelled out as you processed what Azriel had said casually like he was telling you he had beat up someone the other day over ice cream. Sure, you would have been surprised over that, but that is not how you tell someone that you are QUITE LITERALLY THEY’RE SOULMATE.

Little did you know, you had been babbling all this out and Azriel was holding back a wild grin.

Safe to say, that afternoon ended with you chasing Azriel with a random stick you had found on the river side, before you both return to Azriel’s home, and I think you can figure out what you both did next 🙂

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A/N: I love how my fluff fics are like...super short and then my angsty fics are long as frick

taglist: @positivewitch

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

If you were to be roommates with any of the NRC boys, who would you wanna be roommates with? Who would you not want to be roommates with?

Ooh, what a fun prompt 😂 I’ll split them into categories and then comment on my reasoning for them! (I’m responding for myself, not for my OC by the same name confusing, I know)

Side note: I know this question was limited only to the NRC boys but for funsies I’m going to comment on Neige, the Dwarves, Chenya, and Rollo who are also students 😂 just at different schools… Let me have this—

Absolutely NOT

♥️ — I would drop kick this kid the moment he starts to mouth off to me 😤 I also don’t trust him to not pollute our shared spaces with Axe body spray. Ace is basic enough to do that.

🦈 — Not a fan of people who flake on me or act fickle. It would be a massive inconvenience if Floyd promised to do something (for example, cleaning or making dinner for us roomies) but didn’t because he suddenly “didn’t feel like it”. I’d be forced to pick up after him or to change my schedule to accommodate, and that can very easily annoy me. Plus, if his own room in the game is of any indication, he doesn’t seem very tidy… @.@

🏹 — Too extroverted. I don’t want to be greeted with his dumb ol’ smiling face or French/j when I come home every day. I’d also live in fear of him watching me sleep at night or him just reciting details about me that he shouldn’t reasonably know (clothing sizes, what I did while I was out, etc.)

👑 — Look, I don’t want to deal with paparazzi or crazy fans following Vil home or something. That’s too much stress for me to take. On top of that, there’s nothing stopping an idiot reporter from printing shady gossip about Vil’s roomie being his secret lover… which could, in turn, attract hate from his followers. Please let me just live without worrying about this.

🦇 — MAN LIVES LIKE A HOARDER 😭 There are other characters with messy rooms, but Lilia literally has tons of miscellaneous stuff everywhere... Living with him also means I have to do the bulk of the cooking or risk playing gacha with my life when Lilia's allowed to be in the kitchen. Not only that, but I'd likely be spooked by him dropping on in at random times of the day--I don't think my heart could take it. Too much trouble for me to deal with on a daily basis.

***Bonus: Neige*** — Same reasoning as Vil. I’m sure he’d be cute and peppy + help out with the chores a la Snow White, but I still don’t want to deal with the stress of living with a celebrity and having to deal with potentially super parasocial fans coming at me just for the association.

***Bonus: The Dwarves*** — … I’m not running a daycare here 🤡

I’ll tolerate them

♦️ — Cater avoids being on my shit list as long as he doesn’t start begging me to be in his selfies and twisted Tiktoks or to do internet challenges with him. I’ll tolerate him if he gives me free food he got for pics but doesn’t feel like eating because it’s not to his tastes.

🦁 — Judging from how Leona has Ruggie doing a lot of his housework 💦 I feel like I'd also have to do the bulk of the housework to make up for what Leona doesn't do... Aside from that, I think I could tolerate his personality pretty alright??? I can force him to play tabletop games with me :v and get free veggies off of his plate... (He can have my extra meat, too much protein makes me feel sick.)

☀️ — With his kind of wealth, I don’t need to worry about Kalim paying his share of the rent and for shared items (in fact, he’ll probably just buy everything for us both) 😭 but I wouldn’t like Kalim always inviting a shit ton of people over to party… Another major con is that he probably needs to be taken care of since Jamil or other servants usually fulfill his every need, and I’m NOT about that. Him paying for everything somewhat balances out these grievances, but I have pride to maintain and I don’t want to 100% live off of someone else’s money.

🍎 — Nothing overtly offensive about Epel immediately comes to mind, but if this is pre-book 5 Epel then I don’t want to deal with his toxic masculinity. I could leech free apple products off of whatever his family sends.

💀 — I just KNOW this nerd would be up gaming late until like 3 am and loudly raging as he does it, but I'm a pretty heavy sleeper so I think I could put up with it (not that I want to, only if I have to). Idia wouldn’t be that much of a bother to me during the daytime (he probably just holes up in his room anyway)... And hey, free gaming partner, tech consultant, and someone to watch anime with (and then we can argue about who the best character is).

⚡️— Sebek is punctual and loud, so he's useful to have as an alarm clock (I have a tendency to sleep in). He can do laundry, move heavy furniture, and (most importantly to me) brew tea, all things which contribute to the household. But I swear, I SWEAR, if he opens his mouth to tell me why I should like Malleus, I'm going to move out ASAP.

***Bonus: Chenya*** — Chenya definitely feels like the kind of roomie that eats the food you left in the fridge and then claims he has no idea where it went (while there are incriminating crumbs around his mouth). His UM also has potential to make me feel uneasy in the same space (like… he could be anywhere x.x). The only reason I’ll tolerate rooming with Chenya is because he’s a cute cat boy.

Acceptable

🌹 — Riddle’s just... okay. I can see myself getting irritated whenever he's being a stickler about certain rules being followed or things having to be done a certain way (since I hate being told what to do). Then again, I'm also a stickler for certain things (like no outdoor shoes inside the house; always wear house slippers instead). If we can compromise and avoid shouting (assuming this is post-book 1 Riddle), that would be great. If it’s book 1 Riddle… yeah, I’m tiptoeing around him and/or he gets lowered into “Absolutely NOT”.

♠️ — Nothing that notable about Deuce or how he lives, he’s just not a very strong contender for what I’d like in a roommate. Phone calls to his mom aren't so long or so frequent that they'd be an annoyance.

🐙 — Pro: Azul does all the math for us when it comes to the bills. Saves me a lot of hassle. Con: he’ll ask for compensation for every little thing he does. It balances out, I guess.

🐬 — As much as I'd love to have a live-in butler, I don't trust Jade for one second to not be plotting something behind my back. Sure, he's polite and does all the usual malewife things, but I never know when this man has slipped a new breed of mushrooms into dinner to test the effects of its consumption on me (BRO DID THIS DURING MASTERCHEF AND I'LL NEVER LIVE THAT DOWN). Jade also seems like the type of roomie to smile to your face but shit talk you when you're not around 🤡 It's fine, I'm a masochist so I'll let it happen/j

🐉 — I mean. He's acceptable as a roommate, but Malleus feels like the kind of person you rarely even see in the apartment??? And whenever he does show up, you're shocked that you've spotted him. That means I'd basically have the place to myself for most of the time, which is great for an introvert like me.

Omg pls

🐆 — Ruggie’s got tons of experience looking after Leona, I’m sure those skills will transfer over nicely to rooming with me. I guess my only concern here would be fighting with Ruggie over small savings (like maybe a spare coin or the last of the leftovers), because we’re both frugal and want to hoard whatever he can get our grubby little paws on.

🐺 — Jack keeps to himself and wouldn’t bother me 😌 Good boy!!

💤 — He’s quiet when he’s awake and/or half asleep (and honestly, what a mood). Silver would be such a peaceful roomie… plus, all his woodland creature friends basically provide free animal therapy. Since Lilia often left Silver home alone while he embarked on worldly travels, Silver’s already got experience in homemaking and a willingness to pitch in.

🐱 — Grim is this high up only because he is cat-shaped and therefore he is basically a Real Cat. He is my pet now. I will feed him and bathe him and take good care of him. If he shreds the furniture or sets it on fire though, he’s being put in time out.

***Bonus: Rollo*** — Listen, think of the entertainment value of this 😳 Rollo would be that roommate that looks very collected and unassuming, but every so often goes on these outrageous rants once his anger is stockpiled and he can’t contain it anymore. I’d sit there listening to him go off about how magic is evil, how we’d all be happier without it, etc. And like… while I don’t necessarily agree with his rhetoric, the complete character shift to being unfiltered and unhinged is just so fascinating to observe. (… Oh yeah, and Rollo would be pretty good at cleaning since NBC students as fastidious about that kind of thing.)

You’re my new best friend

♣️ — If you give me free food then I will love you forever and ever. Trey gives free food. Therefore, I suddenly love Trey. Jokes aside though, I do see him as someone who has his shit together and wouldn’t stir the pot. He’d do his fair share of chores (including the cooking) and doesn’t have an abrasive personality that would make it difficult to be around him. Bonus, I can ask him for free dental hygiene advice and we can geek out about teeth together.

🐍 — Jamil has a similar domestic skillset as Jade, but the difference is that Jamil doesn’t go out of his way to deliberately cause problems or to enable others to act out. If I let him do his own thing and don’t get on his bad side, I think Jamil would be respectful to me as well. I’ll be happy to eat any of his delicious cooking 🤤 and in return, I’ll be his bug slayer—it’s a good deal!!

🤖 — It’s like having all of the household tools you need in one, plus a security system and a new little bestie 😌 I’d trust Ortho with my life 💕 We also save on the food and water bill since he doesn’t need those things to function, just electricity every so often to charge!

[littlemissthunderstorms]

sticky keys

sub!alex (humbug) x soft!dom reader

based off of this request!! i loved this one, so i hope this lives up to it. enjoooy

(also i had no idea what to do for the title, so i just chose a lyric from my propeller and i think it’s a tiny bit stupid but it’ll do 🤷‍♀️)

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you sat your book down on the nightstand, absolutely exhausted. getting up, you clicked off the various lamps around the room, only leaving the small one on the nightstand on. the warm light cast a soft glow throughout the room, making you even more incredibly tired, evoking a sleepy yawn from you.

your gaze redirected to the door as you lay back down, smiling at alex now in his pjs. he quickly scrambled to your side, laying next to you. unlike you, he seemed much too energetic for the late hour. the boy leaned over, cradling your face with both of his hands. he kissed you fervently, surprising you a bit when he slid his warm tongue against yours.

he pulled away, and you were about to wish him a good night when his kisses traveled down your neck, becoming open mouthed and messy. his warm hand traveled underneath your shirt, grasping and massaging the skin at your waist. you tugged on his hair a bit so he would look at you. your heart fluttered a bit at how soft his brown eyes looked, seeming to twinkle in the lamp light.

“love, not tonight,” you told him, caressing his cheek with your hand. you knew he wanted you, and you felt bad for denying him, he looked so desperate, but you promised yourself you would make it up to him in the morning.

alex pouted. “please? i’ve been thinking about you all day momma,” he pleaded. you sighed, “i’m exhausted alex.” he frowned once more, hands still traveling under your shirt as he rested his face in between your breasts, gazing up at you with eager, adoring brown eyes.

“cmon sweetheart, lets go to sleep,” you tucked a stray hair behind his ear. he kissed your shoulder, leaving a little love bite. “it’ll be quick, please i’ll be so so good for you.” he practically pleaded.

you gazed at him for a bit, thinking while you ran your fingers through his long hair. “fine. use me as you like.” he looked confused, expecting you to ride him, he didn’t expect this. you raised your eyebrows. “cmon, it’s what you wanted wasn’t it?” he opened his mouth, about to speak when he decided it was for the better to stay quiet and do what he was told.

he quickly shuffled off of you. you let him take your panties off, lifting your hips to help him. he got up again, taking his clothes off with an adorable amount of eagerness.

you adjusted so you were fully laying down, closing your tired eyes for a moment before reopening them to see alex positioned atop your thighs. he wasn’t at all used to being on top, since you were usually the one in control.

giving his cock a few strokes, he positioned his tip at your entrance, pushing in each inch slowly and cautiously as to get you accustomed to his size. you let out a soft sigh whilst alex whimpered, now buried inside of you.

unsure of the position, he slowly bucked his hips forward, his hands falling to the mattress on either side of you. you spread your thighs wider to give him more room, holding his waist a bit as to help him maintain some balance.

gasping, the boy started pumping his cock in and out of you at a slow pace, dirty whimpers falling from his lips. “that’s it honey.” you flashed him a sleepy smile, brushing a lock out of his eyes. he moaned at your words, already noisy despite only being in you for a mere 15 seconds.

you hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the way he filled you up, how good it felt. you weren’t very wet to start with from the lack of foreplay, but now, obscene noises filled the air from your arousal, his small moans and sputters only making you wetter.

eventually, his pace quickened, breathy moans filling the air. you allowed yourself to lay there and relax, a soft moan escaping your mouth every now and then. alex struggled with the position, his arms growing weak, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

he reveled in how tight you were, how warm and wet you were around him. although he knew you were exhausted, he still wanted to make you feel good. you noticed how his eyes frequently darted to yours, how he made sure you were feeling good. “is that good momma?” he asked, needing your approval.

“so good baby,” you smiled. he was now desperately rutting into you, the tips of his long hair tickling your cheeks as he fell a bit, struggling to maintain balance. his arms were still splayed straight out on the mattress, supporting his whole weight. “you can put your forearms down, use your elbows aswell, it’ll be easier.” you instructed and he followed, still a bit clumsy in his motions.

he tried it for a while, but you could tell he still struggled to keep his hips at an even pace while trying not to collapse on you. “baby, cm’ere, give your arms a break.” you held him close so his chest was against yours, his face immediately nuzzling into your neck, tired arms wrapped around your middle. you found the position quite comforting with his weight on top of yours.

this was easier for alex as he felt more steady like this, moving his hips even faster. you let out a rather loud moan when his cock hit just the right spot, causing your back to arch slightly. “that’s it- fuck,” you whispered, one hand coming up to grasp at his hair.

alex continued to whimper into your hair, hands gripping your waist tightly. “good boy, fuck,” you stuttered, feeling your lower stomach begin to rise with pressure. alex angled his hips ever so perfectly on every thrust, his eyes watery as he glanced up at you every now and then. he whimpered practically straight into your ear, close himself.

your head fell back into the pillow, exhaustion tinting your eyes but your heart raced. alex sat up a bit again, using his forearms as support, his hair caging you in and brushing against your cheeks as his face hovered close to yours.

you pulled him in for a messy kiss as you came, moaning into his mouth, which triggered his own anticipated release, cum filling you to the brim. he whimpered and gasped all over your lips, riding you through your orgasm.

you panted, heart fluttering as you pulled the boy in, holding him close. you rubbed his back, his chest rising and falling, slowing as he started to catch his breath. once he calmed down a bit, he pulled out of you, wincing a bit. you turned over and clicked the lamp off, bathing the room in an inky darkness that soothed your tired mind.

alex immediately cuddled up to you again, wrapping an arm around your middle. you cradled his face with one hand, pressing soft kisses to his nose and cheeks. “you did so good honey, i love you,” you whispered, kissing his shoulder.

he hummed in delight, responding with a sleepy, ‘i love you too,’ and with that, you wished him a goodnight and finally closed your eyes, seeping into a peaceful slumber mere seconds later, holding your lover close the whole time.

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hope you liked, sorry it’s a bit short

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[d3adp00ls]

skateboards, bruises, and spiders

Summary: While Peter is supposed to be teaching you how to skateboard you notice a new bruise on his face leading you to confront him about it (the summary sucks I know i couldn't think of a good one)

Warnings: mentions of an attempt of robbing an old lady, Peter has a bruise (but that's normal for him), honestly there aren't any real warnings this was just smth I put together cuz I was bored but it's just fluffy.

Word count: it’s short. But you can count and tell me if you want ☺️☺️

A/N: I need to make a new masterlist later but I'm too lazy to do it rn but here's this fic while we can all pretend I definitely didn't forget or give up on my other series 🤭🤭🤭. ALSO, this could be seen as a platonic type of thing but in my mind, they both like each other but won't say anything (yet)

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A bunch screaming, crying, and laughing that's all you could hear while you waited for your best friend who was supposed to be here over 10 minutes ago, Peter told you he wanted to hang out as much as possible this summer so when you brought up the fact that you were trying to learn how to skate he right away told you he would help teach you and you agreed to it embarrassingly fast though.  Your patience was wearing thin and you had sent a few texts to Peter none of which he responded to or even saw. You rub your face and let out a sigh as you press his contact and call him and let it ring.

“Hello?”

“Peter! Hey, it's Y/n you know? Your friend? The one you were supposed to meet up with at the park over 15 minutes ago? Are you still coming or what man?”

You hear him curse on the other side of the phone and it causes your jaw to clench thinking he forgot about you.

“If you forgot it's fine we can do it some other ti-”

You hear shuffling on the other end before he cuts you off.

“No! I mean no I didn't forget- I mean I kind of forgot- what I mean is I just lost track of time but I'm on my way right now.”

You stay quiet for a moment as you listen to him move around through the phone You swear you hear you hear cop sirens that sound way too close to be outside his room but you choose to ignore it  before you lean back on the bench and let your skateboard rest on your lap

“Alright, I’m by that playground near the bathrooms and the vegan food place,” you say into the phone and you hear him hum in response before you hang up.

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It took Peter about 7 minutes to finally get to you and when he did he realized he forgot his skateboard so you both had to walk back to his aunt's apartment to get it, now you were both back at the park. You were watching him as he explained how to maintain balance while you push yourself and blah blah blah, you were just nodding your head pretending to listen while you stared at the new bruise below his eye that definitely wasn't there the last time you saw him

“Okay so then you’re gonna push like- Y/n/n? Y/n? Are you even listening to me?”

You blink a few times trying to think of what he was saying to you.

“Um…” Peter sighs before you can even come up with an excuse.

“Y/n, you asked for my help but you're not even paying attention, were you even listening at all-”

“How’d you get that bruise?” You cut him off

Peter's eyes go wide for a moment before he looks down at his foot playing with the skateboard in front of him.

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“No…I just wanted to know,” You scratch the back of your neck as you look around you “I mean you didn't have it the last time I saw you and I'm just curious.”

You hear Peter hum, “I fell off my skateboard the other day.”

Now it was your turn to hum, “Oh really? That's weird…cause I've had that same kind of bruise before…and it was when someone punched me…”

“Someone punched you-” “Not recently, and plus that's not the point, Peter, that was a long time ago, but someone definitely punched you recently.”

You watch him scratch his neck as he tries to think of an excuse before he sighs.

“No one punched me I just ran into a pole-” “You're a horrible liar Parker, Who punched you? Was it Flash again? I thought you guys were friends now… Or was it that one kid-” “It doesn't matter Y/n-” “It does matter, you’re hurt-” “I'm fine” “But you’re bruised-” “It doesn't even hurt anymore-” “Okay but it did at some point.”

He stares at you in bewilderment at how you wouldn't drop this conversation and how you were actually worried about him.

“Y/n, I’m fine I swear, some guy was trying to rob this old lady and jumped in and stopped him, he was able to land a hit on my face before I could get him on the ground though.” He says with a shrug.

You sigh and shake your head.

“You could've just told me that instead of lying,” “Yeah I know but it was fun seeing you all worried about me.” He nudges you with his arm before laughing when you glare at him

“I wasn't ‘all worried’ about you I just wanted to know whether or not it had something to do with the police I heard through the phone early.” After you say this you can see him tense and his eyes widen.

“What police?” “Peter don't play dumb when we were on the call I literally heard police sirens going off in the background, at first I thought maybe it was just from outside but then I realize they were too loud and that you were in fact near them,” “I don't remember hearing any police sirens when I was on the phone with you-” “Okay peter whatever you say man, but the way you're all tensed up and sweating it just proves my point more and more.” “And what point is that?” You smile when he asks you that and you can see his brows furrow when you lean closer to him so you could whisper to him, “That you’re Spider-man.”

Peter jumps back his eyes wide and his mouth agape as he stares at you as if you had just told him Victoria’s Secret, “Spider-man?!” he shouts but when you both notice people looking toward you he calms down slightly and leans back in “Spider-man? That’s crazy- how could I- no way- I'm not him- he's not me- that's a crazy idea-” You only stare at him with a raised brow as he continues to rant about how he could never be the vigilante that swings around new york city every day.

Eventually, you get bored of listening to him try to deny his alter ego and you pick up your own skateboard and start to walk away.

“-And plus if I was Spider-Man- hey wait where are you going?”

“We came here to skate Parker, not to talk about your secret double life that, by the way, is definitely real, and as much as I would love to stuff in your face how I've figured you out I also wanna learn how to do tricks on this thing.” You lift your skateboard up before letting it drop on the ground and getting on it and skating away.

“Hey wait!” Peter quickly got on his before trying to catch up with you.

“When did you even learn to skate!?”

...…..

A/n: Bro ik it’s short like I said 😒 I was just bored and made this 🤭🤭🤭but yo I think I did good I told my friend I would probably finished at 3am it’s only 1 so I’m good now. OH ALSO MY REQUEST ARE OPEN (but specifically for PETER PARKER ONLY!!!) SO PLEASE SEND IN SMTH IM BORED AND ITS ONLY 1AM

(Also please leave a like if you enjoyed and if you’re feeling ever so generous a reblog as well 🫶🏾🫶🏾)

[hericaslibrary]

𝐆𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | Kissing his scar

summary : you're both going out, but one of his insecurities is resurfacing.

featuring : Sabo x fem!reader

w.c : 865

The seconds dragged on like hours as you anxiously waited for your boyfriend, Sabo, to emerge from the bathroom. The urgency in your voice lingered, “Babe, we need to go right now!”

Finally, the bathroom door creaked open, and Sabo stepped out, a puzzled expression on his face. His damp hair suggested he had rushed through his shower. “What's going on, my love ? Why do we need to leave so suddenly?”

“They're all waiting for us, and remember that we promised Koala and Hack not to be late?” you reminded him, trying to convey the urgency of the situation.

“Relax, I'm sure they can wait five more minutes,” he said, glancing at his watch as if to emphasize that time was still on your side.

Looking at him, you couldn't help but inject a bit of humor into the tense situation. “I thought I was the one taking the most time in the bathroom between the two of us. What are you doing? Are you trying the last lipstick I bought?” you teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

Sabo chuckled, his earlier calm demeanor cracking into a smile. “Maybe I found a shade that complements my eyes,” he quipped, feigning a thoughtful expression.

He was drying his blond locks while you patiently waited for him, the warm, artificial breeze from the dryer tousled his hair.

With a casual glance at the clock, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. Time seemed to slip away faster than the rivulets of water running down the windowpane.

“What's taking you so long?” you teased. “I thought you were the one who wanted to perfect your makeup skills, not your hair-drying technique.”

He shot you a playful grin, the hairdryer momentarily silenced. “Well, you know how important it is to maintain the perfect balance between tousled and effortlessly chic,” he retorted, feigning seriousness before breaking into a lighthearted laugh.

“Mmmmh, okay, I'm giving you ten minutes or you will be the one to wash the dishes tomorrow,” you said.

Sabo raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Ten minutes? You drive a hard bargain. I'll have you know that perfecting my look requires an artist's precision,” he responded with a smirk.

With each passing minute, however, the pressure of time increased. You leaned against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed, and mockingly tapped your foot. “Tick-tock, Sabo. The dishes won't wash themselves, you know.”

“Alright, alright. I'm almost done; I'm just trying to hide that stupid scar,” Sabo said, his tone a mix of self-consciousness and amusement. As he stood in front of the mirror, he tugged at his locks, attempting to conceal the scar on his left eye.

You watched him with a soft smile, appreciating his vulnerability in that moment. The scar, a testament to some past adventure or mishap.

“Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. That scar just adds character,” you reassured him, reaching out to gently brush his hand away from his hair. “Besides, you're perfect just the way you are.”

Looking at him with love, you gently held his face and kissed his scar. The tender gesture carried a silent acknowledgment of the battles he had faced, the stories etched into the lines on his skin. Sabo's eyes softened at the unexpected display of affection.

Breaking the silence, Sabo whispered, “Thank you.” His voice carried a mixture of emotions — gratitude, love, and a touch of vulnerability.

As you pulled back, a soft smile lingered on your lips. “You're welcome,” you replied, your gaze locked with his.

“But before we go, I need something very important,” he said.

“What?” you replied, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

“Mmmh, I think that when both people love each other, they usually share a kiss, no?” Sabo's voice carried a playful tease, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection.

A grin spread across your face as you realized the significance of his request. “Well, I suppose it would be a shame not to follow such a timeless tradition,” you replied, leaning in with a playful twinkle in your eye.

Sabo's hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His gaze was locked on yours, a depth of emotion swirling in his eyes.

He cradled the side of your face as he kissed you with mounting passion. You threw your arms around his shoulders, kissing him with a scandalously needy sigh. And Sabo kissed you in return as though the world had dissolved.

However, the serenity was abruptly shattered by the chime of a phone notification, a sound that pierced through the intimate bubble you had created. With a soft sigh, Sabo pulled away, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of reluctance.

“Ok, I think we really need to stop, or Koala is going to kill us,” you said, a laugh bubbling up in your throat as you glanced at the phone in Sabo's hand.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair as if to collect himself. “Right, we wouldn't want to face the wrath of Koala. Let's save that for another time,” he teased, giving you one last lingering look before the outside world rushed back into focus.

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[inmyfxith]

How they would react if... You were a warrior but also the calmest person they’d ever seen

Including -> Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Neytiri, Jake, Spider, Tsireya, Aonung, Tonowari & Tsu'tey.

A/N -> Once again, I apologize for the delay in completion… April and May proved to be arduous periods, full of demanding academic work that consumed my time and energy…

-> Requested by @avatar4life

He would see you as a role model, someone to learn from and emulate, and he would strive to incorporate your calmness into his own life.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Neteyam had ever seen, he would be in awe of you. He knows the value of courage, strength, and prowess in battle. But to see these qualities embodied in you would be a sight to behold. Neteyam would recognize the rare combination of fierce power and inner peace that you possess, and he would hold you in the highest esteem. Though he would be inspired by your strength and ability, Neteyam would also feel a deep need to protect you. He knows that even the bravest of warriors can face moments of vulnerability, and he would be there to support you through any hardships. Neteyam would stand beside you, a steady presence that you could rely on, offering his guidance and strength. He would be captivated by your unwavering composure. Your ability to stay centered and focused in even the most dangerous situations would be a beacon of hope for him, a reminder of the power of inner peace.

Lo'ak would find a sense of serenity and balance he had never known before, and he would be forever grateful to have you by his side.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Lo’ak had ever seen, he would feel drawn to you in ways beyond explanation. He would gaze at you in admiration, mesmerized by the grace and strength with which you moved. Your inner peace and balance would stir something deep within him, filling him with a sense of reverence for your power both on and off the battlefield. Where others might react with fear or fury, you would remain steadfast, radiating an aura of tranquility that put all around you at ease. Your unshakable composure would be a beacon of hope and courage for those around you, earning the respect and admiration of all. Lo'ak would feel a deep sense of pride and respect for your abilities, recognizing the valuable contribution you made to your community as a warrior. He would be eager to seek out your counsel and support in times of conflict, knowing that your insights and wisdom would help him make the right decisions. However, Lo'ak would also be acutely aware of the sacrifices you would have to make to maintain such a role as a warrior. He would recognize the emotional and physical toll it could take on you, and he would be devoted to ensuring that you had the time and space to care for yourself as well as others.

She would seek to learn from your example to find her own sense of inner peace and self-assurance.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Kiri had ever seen, she would be drawn to the strength and skill you possess, finding it intriguing and inspiring. She would be fascinated by the way you handle yourself in intense situations and how you fearlessly confront challenges. However, her own insecurities and feelings of inadequacy might cause her to doubt whether she can measure up to your warrior’s abilities. She might feel a sense of vulnerability and wonder if she can truly complement someone who is so fierce and powerful. Kiri would find herself in a awe of your calm demeanor. As someone who struggles with self-consciousness and a longing to be more like her adoptive parents, she could be captivated by your ability to maintain tranquility even in the face of adversity. Your calmness would provide a sense of stability and reassurance for Kiri, offering a counterbalance to her own restless and sometimes chaotic nature

If she perceives any threat or danger to you, her instinctive response would be to defend and shield you, regardless of your calmness.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Neytiri had ever seen, she would feel a great amount of respect and admiration for you. It’s your calmness that would capture her attention and, above all, her curiosity. She has a passionate and intense nature and she would be fascinating to encounter someone who can maintain a serene demeanor even in the most challenging and chaotic situations. Neytiri would observe your composed presence with a mix of wonder and a desire to understand the source of that tranquility. Soon, she would be drawn to the balance you bring into the relationship as she has a fiery spirit that might sometimes lead her to impulsive decisions. She appreciates loyalty and strength and so would find solace in the fact that your calmness does not equate to weakness but rather reflects inner strength and resolve. As she sometimes struggles with her own intense emotions, Neytiri would gradually learn from your tranquil nature and her behavior would be tempered by your serenity as you would teach her the value of patience, introspection, and emotional balance.

He would see you as a source of strength and serenity in his life, cherishing you as a partner who complements his own adventurous spirit while providing the emotional stability he craves.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Jake had ever seen, he would be captivated by your dual nature. As a former Marine and someone who appreciates strength and bravery, he would be deeply impressed by your skills as a warrior. He would find your prowess in combat incredibly attractive and would hold you in high regard for your ability to defend your people and stand up against threats. Your calm demeanor would truly touch his heart. Having faced personal struggles and hardships, Jake has a deep appreciation for tranquility and stability. Your serene presence would resonate with his longing for inner peace. He would feel a sense of comfort and security when he is with you, knowing that you possess a profound sense of calmness that can anchor him during turbulent times. Jake would cherish your calm presence as a source of emotional stability. He would confide in you, seeking your wisdom and guidance during times of confusion or turmoil. Your calmness would create a safe space for Jake to express his thoughts and emotions knowing that you would offer a steady and understanding presence.

You complemented each other’s strengths and weaknesses, forging a bond that was both powerful and nurturing.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Spider had ever seen, he would be both exhilarated and amazed. He would be struck by the contrast between your incredible prowess and your unwavering calmness. While the chaos of battle raged around you, you remained composed, your every action deliberate and measured. Spider can sometimes be driven by intense emotions and a fiery temperament, your presence would be a soothing revelation to him. Your tranquility would act as a steady anchor, grounding him even in the most tumultuous of circumstances. He would find a guiding light in you because your influence would help him develop a newfound sense of self-control and resilience. Whenever Spider felt overwhelmed or on the verge of losing his composure, he would seek solace in your presence. Your calming aura would envelop him, gently coaxing his racing thoughts into a state of serenity.

She would stand by your side, providing comfort and encouragement whenever needed.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tsireya had ever seen, she would deeply admire your incredible warrior skills and the strength you exhibit in battle. She would also be intrigued by the contrast between your warrior persona and your inner calmness. She would be curious to understand how you manage to maintain such tranquility amidst the chaos of battle. Tsireya would hold a great deal of respect for your abilities and unique qualities. She would acknowledge the importance of your role and appreciate the balance you bring to the relationship. She would also be a supportive partner and would offer her unwavering support to you in both times of battle and in moments of peace. Tsireya would feel a deep emotional connection to you, and your calmness would serve as a source of inspiration for her own development.

He would come to appreciate and learn from your ability to approach situations with a level head.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Aonung had ever seen, he would admire your combat skills and find them quite exciting, perhaps even sparking a sense of competitiveness within him. He might feel a strong attraction to your strength and prowess, drawn to you as someone who can match his own adventurous spirit. As someone who often masks his own insecurities and pressures behind a facade of recklessness, he might secretly yearn for the same level of composure and tranquility that you possess. This combination of admiration and attraction might also trigger a sense of insecurity within Aonung. He might question whether he is worthy of someone as composed and skilled as you. This internal struggle could manifest as occasional self-doubt, causing him to second-guess his actions or feel the need to prove himself in your presence.

He would trust your judgment implicitly, recognizing your capability to navigate through challenges with your calmness and strategic mindset.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tonowari had ever seen, he would greatly admire and be drawn to your warrior nature. As a respected leader himself, he would appreciate your courage, skill, and ability to protect your clan. He would even recognize you as an equal in terms of strength and capabilities. Tonowari would find your calmness to be a compelling and intriguing aspect of your personality, he would value your ability to maintain composure and make rational decisions even in the face of adversity. While he would admire your fierce independence, he would also be concerned for your safety. His instinct to shield and support you would arise from a place of love and care rather than a belief that you are incapable of handling yourself. His response would involve a delicate balance between offering his assistance and respecting your autonomy.

He would evolve to become a more balanced and well-rounded individual.

If you were a warrior but also the calmest person Tsu’tey had ever seen, he would appreciate your prowess in battle and recognize you as an equal. He would find it exhilarating to have a partner who can match his own combat skills. Tsu'tey's initial response to your calm demeanor might be one of skepticism or even confusion. He is known for his assertiveness, occasional aggression, and emotional intensity, so your serenity could initially clash with his own personality. He might struggle to understand how someone can remain so composed and unaffected by the chaos and challenges of your world. As your relationship deepens, he would gradually start to appreciate and be intrigued by your calmness on a deeper level. Despite his occasional bouts of aggression or impatience, Tsu’tey might find solace in your tranquil nature. He might even seek your counsel during moments when he feels overwhelmed or conflicted.

Tag -> @eywas-heir ; @cullenswife

[illuminatedferret]

The Politics of the Heavens

The heavens are kind of a cesspit, right? Lots of big names hanging out together, dressing themselves up as above mortals and pretending like their very lives don't depend on winning a popularity contest. Like, oh, I'm sure no one talks about it, but everyone is fully aware that each and every one of their peers is a competitor in the endurance race that is the life of a god.

So if you're a god, and you don't want to die, what do you do? Well, there are a few strategies we see employed over the course of Tian Guan Ci Fu that seem effective.

1. Make alliances.

Gods making alliances with each other up in the Heavenly Court to weaken their enemies and bolster each other is, like, central to the politics of the heavens. Do I need to say any more? It's the Three Tumors in a nutshell. Pei Ming(and also apparently SWD in the censored version?) drove Jing Wen out so Ling Wen could take his place, Ling Wen at minimum helped Shi Wudu cover up what happened with the Reverend of Empty Words, and who knows what else. Technically, the Shi brothers have an alliance as well- even though it feels very weird to phrase it like that, Shi Qingxuan definitely benefits from his relationship with his brother. Also, y'know... those thirty-three gods that convinced Mu Qing to drive Xie Lian off the mountain so that they could cultivate and ascend, rather than him.

2. Incite passion.

With the prevalence of social media, we all know that if you wanna get big, you have to maintain the interest of your followers. It's because of that that it's really funny to realize that Feng Xin and Mu Qing are probably so well established because they fight so much. Their rivalry and their competitiveness encourage their followers to compete against each other. We see the perfect example of this at the Mid-Autumn Festival! Every year their followers push themselves harder and harder in hopes of just beating out the other side. Having a target to focus their energies on keeps them invested and engaged in their worship. On the flipside, we see what happens when two gods fail to compete against each other when Quan Yizhen eclipses Yin Yu as Martial God of the West(not that QYZ would have ever intentionally pit himself against his shixiong like that- another way they were doomed as peers). It's a very delicate balance for two gods to keep up a relationship like this. This sort of competition can also be seen between Quan Yizhen's followers and Pei Ming/Pei Xiu's followers.

3. Exert influence.

We have two different types of influence demonstrated in the heavens. The first is coercive influence, seen from gods like Shi Wudu. While his actions attacking the ships of merchants who don't pray to him certainly doesn't earn him goodwill, it also ensures mortals are too scared of the consequences to stop praying long enough that he would lose his position. The other type is charismatic influence, which we see from Yushi Huang. I'm not talking about the influence she has as Rain Master, and the impact she would have if she stopped responding to prayers- I mean her ability to convince her followers to listen to her on a personal level. Perhaps it's because they are actions her followers, as farmers, are already inclined to find sensible, but she has both successfully convinced her followers not to offer Blessings Lanterns, and to take back any offerings they give before they go bad. Those sound like simple things, but we also see Xie Lian fail to convince his followers not to kneel in prayer during his first ascension. It takes power to convince people to break from tradition.

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

On the subject of our Hellish queen Lilith, I have a theory on her possible connection to Alastor. I definitely subscribe to the belief that Roo is Alastor's soul owner, and I believe that Lilith knows this and Alastor's desire to escape the deal. Lilith approached Alastor one day and offered to help him escape Roo's control if he helped her with her own plans and threatened to have his secret outed to the rest of Hell and tarnish his reputation if he refused her offer.

I believe that Lilith was indeed forced to go to Heaven under Adam's threat to harm Charlie if she refused to keep her from empowering Demon Kind with her singing, and to counter this Lilith had Alastor go off the grid and follow Charlie's development from the shadows. Since Lilith's deal restricting her in Heaven lasted for as long as Adam lived, she, knowing Adam would eventually go back on his word to spare Charlie, told Alastor to support Charlie and wait until Adam made a move so that he could take him by surprise and kill him in Lilith's stead (and given Adam didn't know who Alastor was when he fought him, he definitely worked as an "ace in the hole" for Lilith). Which did succeed, albeit in a different way than either she or Alastor thought it would, but no plan is perfect.

I can only hazard a guess as to what Lilith's overall goal is, but I don't think she's going to stop with killing Adam and has designs that will cause the balance of power to shift in Hell's favor after Heaven held the biggest stick for so long. She just gives off this big "chessmaster pulling the strings on both sides" vibe. Anything you'd like to add to this interpretation?

Hello, again.

My first watch through, I thought Lilith controlled Alastor because of the 7 year absence alined and suspicious. Like, everyone else, assumed Alastor was sent to the Hotel to watch over Charlie on Lilith behalf.

But I have an inkling, and not just merely hoping for more, that things are just more complicated and deeper.

The more I watch, the more I believe Roo control Alastor. I'm pretty cemented to that idea.

I definitely subscribe to the belief that Roo is Alastor's soul owner, and I believe that Lilith knows this and Alastor's desire to escape the deal. Lilith approached Alastor one day and offered to help him escape Roo's control if he helped her with her own plans and threatened to have his secret outed to the rest of Hell and tarnish his reputation if he refused her offer.

Now, that is an interesting thought. I don't think that's the case but I'm all for it. I don't think it be canon, only because when Alastor was nearly having a mental breakdown in his radio tower after the battle, he seem desperately rattled on trying to find the hidden backdoor to leave his contract. I don't think he be near panic about his contract if Lilith had offered a way out.

You could argue that it might be Lilith contract that put him in danger at the hotel that made him rattled. But I think with the words of wanting freedom, and unclip his rings...it more about his sold soul contract.

However, another explanation for his near panicked that may aliened with your purposed headcanon, is that he thought he failed Lilith by not destroying Adam. Therefore, blew his shot at her offer of his freedom. As, in this point, I don't think Alastor realized Lucifer saved Charlie and kicked Adams ass and Nifty finishing the job.

I don't think this is how canon would go but I do like the idea Lilith made a deal with Alastor. Because I find in intriguing that Alastor has all these big name players forcing him to make deals with them. I just like the idea how Alastor seems to be in control but he really isn't. How he trying to maintain enough control of the situations to make all his contracts work together, to kill multiple birds (all his hidden agendas, the deals he made along trying to seek his freedom) with a single throw of a giant stone. While appearing to be on the same side on whoever he talking to. Charlie and her hotel redemption is rock that would bring those birds down.

I can only hazard a guess as to what Lilith's overall goal is, but I don't think she's going to stop with killing Adam and has designs that will cause the balance of power to shift in Hell's favor after Heaven held the biggest stick for so long. She just gives off this big "chessmaster pulling the strings on both sides" vibe. Anything you'd like to add to this interpretation?

I think she is chess player vibes too. Her goals either involve in Adam or Roo or both.

The thing I'm stuck on is...

Lilith absence can be theorized easily, but Alastors is more lacking. I don't think he was imprisoned for that time but its the most likely thing that I can think off. He was freed to fulfill a service to whoever released him. I don't know why he gone quiet. If he was recovering from an injury I think more people would know that...instead of being a mystery.

The other thing that been bothering me is the exterminations themselves. Like....why they start exactly?

We were lead with. Lilith empowered the sinners and demons with voice and songs. As hell numbers grew so did its power. So heaven was threaten by this and started the extermination.

Which...I thought was a bit much. Its natural Hells numbers would grow...more deaths...more souls entering the afterlife on both sides. So Heaven numbers should theoretically be enough to oppose Hell numbers. Unless there's more sinners then virtuous and there was an unbalance of souls.

But...even if that's the cause...why did Heaven felt threaten. Why did they believe Hell was going to upraise beside feeling intimidated by their numbers?

Then in episode 6, Sera spoke to Adam when him and Lute just spotted Charlie in heaven. She said she never agree to your yearly activities if it brought danger to their doorsteps.

The way she said it to Adam, gave me the impression that Adam purpose the idea of an army to exterminate. What evidence did Adam had to justify the proposal and have it be concern enough for Sera to agree? At the end of the episode, she told Emily after the trail. "They were uprising!" like this fact. Sera not painted to be all knowing....She just the big boss of the security force of Heaven. Her job is to protect Heaven not be all knowledgeable.

So with this little bit, and Adam being leader of the extermination, and as well the one to "negotiate" about it...I think Adam was the Heavenly representative of the original treaty was being creative.

Because honestly...why Lucifer and Lilith agree to all of this if a douchebag didn't openly threaten and bulling them to agreeing. I would like to say its to protect Charlie...which would be a strong motive to have them agree...However...I was left with the impression exterminations has been happening for a very long time....much older then Charlie 20ish hell years of 200ish human years

So, I am left with questions. Why or what made heaven think Hell was uprising?

If Hell was uprising...Why? What would it have accomplished? The way fallen angel Lucifer, I don't think he keen attacking heaven. He may felt wrong but I don't think he want innocent, truly innocent souls to suffer to whatever means they were trying to accomplish. Lilith was painted to be a benevolent queen who cares for the souls she rule over...if she cared about sinners the way she has...I dont think she attack Heaven and have innocent bystander souls suffer.

Then, again...Why Lucifer agree to the exterminations? Beside him suffering in a numbing apathetic state of depression of only witnessing the worst products of his gift to mankind. I mean...kind of seeing Lucifer just whatevering the sinners souls away and low key agree they deserve it but spare the hellborn as they deserve to live their one life. I don't think that what happen, but I dismiss it entirely either. Was Lilith present in this meeting. If she the one that cared so much about the Hell souls, what made her agree along with it.

Why Adam want the extermantions? What examples did he bring to Sera for them to make it happen.

The only thing I can think of for Adam side of things, is he was manipulated by Eve who was manipulated by Roo. Adam making a lot of under the table deals and keeping it a low profile from Heaven. Roo using set something up to look like an uprising. Causing Heaven doing a very unheavenly act, and creating a gateway every year for Roo to attempt to use to infiltrate Heaven.

All the while, Lilith and Alastor has a role in this chessboard. I can only guess Lilith goal is trying to solve what made Heaven panic about an uprising? I don't know?

I think we will see sinner Adam. Not only because we saw Sir Pentious redeemed but because I think Adam still has a large role to play with the Hazbin lore and need to be present to explain things. Unless Lute is a very large confidant of Adam and she already has all this knowledge despite not being present at the original treaty and we see flashbacks of Adam involvement.

I hope this is all coherent. I woke up with such a toothache that just radiating pain to half of my face and giving me a large headache.

[oceanlix]

Feel It All Over

Pairing: Johnny x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1043

Warnings: Praise, face sitting, oral (female receiving), handjob, teasing, blowjob, hair pulling

“Baby, come here,” your man beckons you over, propped up against the headboard. His hair is still tied up from when he washed his face, little strands falling loose on either side. Johnny looks so good you almost swallow your tongue.

As soon as you get on the bed, his hands grab at your waist and he maneuvers you into his lap, a lazy smile on his face. “There’s my pretty girl,” he coos, pulling you down for a kiss. You melt instantly, your hands sliding along his shoulders.

It doesn’t take long for his hands to wander, squeezing your ass as he shifts you in his lap. You feel his length growing underneath you, your panties getting damp with your desire. There’s never a time where you don’t want Johnny’s dick inside you, and tonight is no different. All the fatigue leaves your body as your boyfriend continues to grope you, your mind getting excited about where the night is going.

Johnny suddenly slides down the bed, lifting you up until you end up sitting on his chest. His mischievous grin makes you whimper, already having an idea of what he’s planning to do with you.

“Baby,” he starts, rubbing your thighs with his big hands. “Won’t you sit on my face and let me make you feel good?”

You let out a moan, feeling yourself get even wetter at his words. He slips his hands up into your tiny little shorts, palming your ass while he waits patiently for your answer.

“Please,” you moan softly, unable to resist circling your hips on his chest. “Please, baby. Wanna feel good, want you to make me feel so, so good.”

Johnny pulls his hands out of your shorts and tugs them down quickly, helping you balance while you shimmy out of them completely. He pulls your lower half up over his face and immediately licks a fat stripe along your center, forcing a deep groan out of you.

His fingers grip your hips hard enough for bruises, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he’s eating you out like you’re the best meal he’s ever tasted in his life. Johnny’s the only one going to see them besides you anyway.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, your thighs clenching. Johnny pulls his mouth away from you with a grin, and you already know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth.

“God’s not here, it’s just me, baby,” the two of you say in unison. It’s quite hard to roll your eyes with your boyfriend tongue fucking you this well, but you somehow manage, nails digging into the headboard as you struggle to maintain your balance. Johnny’s mouth is both heaven and hell, and you’re just along for the ride.

You feel your orgasm approaching fast, your breath hitching as you reach down to alert your boyfriend. You’re so winded that you can’t get the words out, but Johnny figures it out after several slaps to his forearm.

“Do it,” he urges, sounding a little desperate himself as he squeezes your ass. “Cum on my face, pretty girl.” You groan, readjusting your grip on the headboard as you grind down onto his mouth eagerly. You’re fully chasing your own orgasm now that he’s asked for it, the sounds of his tongue lapping at you filling the air.

Your boyfriend pulls you down onto his face roughly and your release comes like a crashing wave, your knuckles turning white from the force with which you hold onto the headboard. Johnny lets you ride out your high, licking you slow and deep until it’s too much and you jerk your hips up out of his reach.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, looking down to see him smirking at you. His lips and chin are covered in your juices, his hair messy against the pillow. You suck in a deep breath and roll onto the bed beside him, snuggling up to his side.

Johnny wraps an arm around you and kisses your forehead, chuckling. “Feel better?”

You roll your eyes. “Are you kidding me? You just sucked the life out of me, dude.” You smirk then, running your hand down his chest. When you reach his cock, you wrap your hand around him and press your thumb into the tip, enjoying the way he twitches in your hand.

“Shit, don’t tease me,” he begs. You consider ignoring him for a second, but then you remember your orgasm and decide not to make your man suffer any longer. You shift yourself closer and spit on his cock, stroking him quickly. You turn your head and kiss him sloppily, reaching down to play with his balls while he moans into your mouth.

“Cum for me,” you tell him sweetly, before sliding down the bed and taking his cock into your mouth. Johnny groans loudly, his hand tangling in your hair almost immediately. You flatten your tongue and take him deeper into your throat, letting him hold you there.

“Gonna let me cum in your mouth?” he asks, glancing down at you. You nod as best as you can with his cock so far down your throat, humming a little. “Fuck, I love your mouth, baby.”

You stroke the part that you can’t fit in your mouth, teasing his balls with your other hand. Johnny twitches in your mouth and yanks your hair a little harshly, keeping you on his dick. A few shallow thrusts and he’s spilling his hot cum down your throat. It’s too much for you to keep swallowing and it starts spilling out of the corners of your mouth, so he lets go of your hair and you pull off with a little cough.

“There’s so much,” you say in awe, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Johnny laughs, pulling you forward for a kiss. You immediately cringe as the cum on his thighs touches your stomach, rolling to the side.

“Let’s clean up and then we can go to bed,” your man says, getting up from the bed. He tugs on your hand, ignoring your whines. When you don’t move, he sighs and scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom as you squeal.

[give-soup-please]

Platonic(?) Obsessed Narrator Headcanons

Hoo boy, this dude is intense.

He will do absolutely anything to keep your attention.

New endings? Done. New content? Yes. That godforsaken bucket? Fine, but he’s going to complain the whole time.

He will find out what you like about him and bump up those traits in his self-presentation.

He’s very desperate to keep you by his side, either through Stanley or somehow wiring you directly into the game.

If your favorite thing about him is his voice, you’d better hope he doesn’t find out. Unless, of course, you want him to. 

When the mood strikes him, he can be an incredible storyteller, and his acting range is unparalleled. 

Happy endings? Bittersweet? Sad? Whatever you want, as long as you stay by his side.

If you’d like, you may even be able to push him into reading someone else’s story, though it is a difficult thing to navigate.

He’s at his happiest when he’s reading what he wrote, wanting to believe it's his words casting a spell over you, and not someone else's.

But if you ask him enough, he’ll indulge and read your favorite book to you, or maybe your favorite poetry. After all, it means you’re spending more time with him. 

I can’t help but think of a slightly edited quote from the zending (red door)

“This is what you want. This is where we can both be happy, we really can. If you keep listening. You just have to keep listening.”

He understands that humans have physical limitations, though he doesn’t have any personal experience with it, and that you can’t play the game 24/7. This doesn’t stop him from getting upset when you have to leave.

“You will come back, won’t you?” 

Occasionally his trauma starts acting up, especially post skip button ending. You’d go to exit the game after spending a few hours with him and all of a sudden…

“Don’t go! Please don’t go!” 

You’re going to have to navigate his boundaries, your boundaries, and the boundaries of the game carefully if you want to maintain any sense of balance. 

You can, if you wish, try and convince him that you are always going to come back.

 Depending on how much trauma he has when these traits start appearing, this could take anywhere from a few days to a few months.

But even if it’s been a while since you booted up the game, he’s always happy to see you again.  

You’re proof that he’s real. That his stories are having an impact. That he’s so compelling you can’t help but want to see him again.  

Unless you two code something collaboratively, communication will be difficult.

A nod and a shake of a head from Stanley are fairly clear to him, but other than that? It may be worth modding the game in order for him to receive input from your mic. 

It’s unlikely to happen given the current limitations of the game, but if you were somehow able to code in/mod the game to get him to hear from your mic AND have a webcam feed he could watch, he’d be absolutely overjoyed. 

He can see you! You have a lovely smile. And it’s all for him.   

[goodfish-bowl]

Full-Time Hero

DP Side Hoes Week 2024 Master Post

Day 3: Super Danny - domestic/ off-duty

Summary: There's only so much that can be done before there's nothing immediately left to do. Super Danny does his job but is then left with some time to think.

Word Count: 517

AO3 Link

Super Danny considered this particular arrangement, being split between his human and ghost halves,  an absolute advantage. While his other half attended classes and occupied his friends, Super was freely able to protect Amity Park from the villains that plagued it. He was even able to keep the fallout from his normal fights even lower since he wasn’t in as much of a rush as he normally was. Living a double life impacted his ability to be a hero, and by dividing it into two, both halves got to enjoy their portions to the fullest. He could be a full-time hero split as he was, just as he was supposed to be. But… Super had just caught his morning quota of ghosts for a school day, and even returned them to the Zone in record time. His human half was still in class and would be for a couple more hours, meaning there wasn’t anything productive for him to do. 

Super had flown a long, thorough patrol around every corner of Amity Park, but there were no more ghosts to fight. That was a good thing! But it left him feeling unfulfilled. How was he supposed to be a hero without any villains? But heroes helped people in general too, didn’t they?

Super gave himself a new mission until the next ghost attack. With people emerging for lunch, he began helping the people who would let him. Carrying groceries, retrieving a lost balloon, and even searching for a lost cat he saw on a poster, returning it to the owner in record time. He couldn’t find anything to do after that, which left him off-balance. 

A hero’s work never ended, even with the exhaustion already filling his head and the vague feeling of nausea from being separated. He had to keep going. 

Super decided keeping watch would have to do for now. Every hero needed a proper perch from which to swoop down heroically from. He found the highest point and claimed it as his perch, letting his white cap be tugged around by the wind around him. He was Phantom, protector of Amity Park, and he could see his entire town from here. Nothing would catch him by surprise from up here.

However, constant vigilance was hard to maintain as one half of a 14-year old. Super soon found himself becoming distracted in the minutia happening underneath him. He never really got to just… hang around while a ghost. Especially during a school day. The sun was warm, and it was relatively quiet right now, large clouds drifting overhead. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the exhaustion weigh on him for just a moment. This was what he was trying to protect, right? The quiet, peacefulness of Amity Park, even if he was the one who caused the most ruckus. It was his duty to make sure there were still days like this for the foreseeable future. If that meant never rejoining with his human half, then Super was fully content with this. 

He would do whatever it took to continue protecting Amity Park.