#inspired by me encountering the second one and being surprised by it because i don't hear it where i live so it sounds off to my ears

[aromanticduck]

I'd appreciate it if people tagged/replied with what they voted and where they're from.

[atinystraynstay]

Pretty Boy Rock - Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: Every girl in your office swooned over Yoon Jeonghan besides you. Yet, Jeonghan always liked a challenge.

Pairing: Colleague!Yoon Jeonghan x fem. reader

Genre: "I won't fall for you because everyone else does" girl meets the "I get whoever I want" boy

Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ this is only the second one so we still have a long way to go!

First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino

Word Count: 2k

Friday afternoon, 12:25pm

"Did you see what Jeonghan is wearing today?" "Girl, how could I not notice? My attention was all over his slacks." "The front or the back?"

Oh god. Give me a fucking break.

If there was one thing you hated, it was gossip around the office. Especially when it came in the form of girls basically drooling over one of your colleagues, Yoon Jeonghan. And of all places, they decided to take their little thirst fest into the break room.

"You know, there is something that I noticed," you said, popping into the conversation.

Immediately, heads snapped towards your direction. You were a bit taken back by the abrupt movement, fearing that their own heads would fall off. Either because they didn't realize you were in the room or they were interested in what you out of all people had to say. You were one of the few survivors of the trance Jeonghan seemed to place over your female colleagues. And if you had something to say regarding the matter, they surely were interested.

You couldn't help but smile slightly as you set down your silverware. The element of surprise had to be on your side here. You just had come in to enjoy your salad, but why not enjoy a show?

All the women leaned in, anticipating for what you might have to say. Your eyes glanced from side to side, as if you were scooping the scene to make sure there were no unwanted listeners. Getting the hint, the women leaned further in to hear the secret you were about to spill.

Time to go in the for the kill. In the loudest voice you could possible muster, you said the following:

"The way you talk about Jeonghan is quite disgusting. You hate when the men in the office talk about your skirts or how tight your blouses, but here you are drooling over Jeonghan in just a pair of pants? Pathetic. Close your mouths, ladies, or you might flood the office."

The small group gasped at you, eyes glaring at you but also glancing around to make sure nobody had looked in their direction. Their faces red in embarrassment as you smirked triumphantly.

Being the polite person you are, you bowed your head gently to pardon yourself. Gathering all the trash from your lunch, you threw it away and was about to make your exit.

"You're just upset that you're not Jeonghan's type," one of the woman muttered.

You couldn't help but laugh at their claim. You turned towards the group who seemed to be mustering all the courage they could to stand up to you. At the same time, you raised an eyebrow and had your hands on your hips. Do they really think their words will hurt you?

"Oh no! What will I ever do?" You said dramatically. "At least I don't live in some delusion where me and my friends are all after the same guy? I mean, he can only pick one of you. Or worse, he picks none of you."

Their eyes widened and mouths dropped at your words. Don't mess with the bull or you might get the horns. They seemed to be trying to come up with another comeback, but all you could do was walk away. Not worth wasting your breath on them.

You began to make your way back to your cubicle. You still had a few reports you needed to get done with before you could close out for the weekend. It wasn't that you hated your job. If anything, you kind of liked the routine it put you in. You even were beginning to be handed more responsibilities like leading presentations and joining brainstorming sessions for different marketing campaigns.

You definitely didn't have the time to be oogling over the looks of Yoon Jeonghan.

As you settled back at your dress, you let out a sigh. As invested as you were in the work you were doing, you couldn't help but feel as if time was dragging now that it was towards the later part of the day. Just 3 more hours.

"Well look who it is," a voice called out.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose a bit. You recognized that voice anywhere. Your attention was locked on the computer monitor in front of you, thinking that if you ignore the interruption it would just go away naturally. That was until you felt like something was looming over.

With a narrow gaze, you looked up to see the devil himself - Yoon Jeonghan. His arms rested against the top of your cubicle wall. You realy thought you had been silent enough to get back to work without alerting the beast. But by judging by the smirk curled on his lips, you knew he had been waiting for you. The black tie was loose around his neck with the sleeves of his white button up were rolled up to his forearms.

"Missed you, darling." "What can I do to help you, Mr. Yoon?" You did your best to keep a montone voice.

You didn't want to give any sort of impression you could be into what is happening.

"Mr. Yoon? What is with the formalies, y/n?" He gasped. "Well, I'm here to do my job and not entertain whatever this is," you explained.

"Is it actually that harmful for a man to be friendly?" "But what's the catch?" "Go out with me."

Your eyes widened and you nearly laughed. He frowned at your reaction but still stood his ground. There was no need to give any indicator that his ego had deflated a bit. He was not used to someone being so upfront with their rejection, normally accustomed to a shy "I don't know." But you were different. There was a reason he did this little waltz with you.

You and Jeonghan have been working together since you joined the company last year. He was technically someone in your department that could have been a mentor, but you were quickly swayed away by his flirtatious manner. Seeing that you were not dropping on your knees, begging for his attention, Jeonghan saw the challenge and knew he could beat it. There was a way to get into your heart, no matter how icy and impenetrable you wanted to come across.

He would crack the code, one way or another.

"I don't think it's a joke, doll. We're two attractive people. Come on. One meal couldn't hurt you." "Jeonghan, being in the same room as you is sometimes insufferable. How do I even know you don't want to go out with me because someone else was busy, hmm? I mean, weren't you just coupled up with the receptionist?" "Couldn't be fit into her Google Calendar."

You rolled your eyes at his response before dropping your gaze back down to your computer. You pretended to be typing away at one of the numerous documents you had pulled open, hoping it was enough for Jeonghan to get the hint.

However, he could tell you weren't budging quite yet. He also picked up on your little act as your screen was completely black. The brightness from the screen wasn't reflecting onto your face whatsoever. Still, he found you absolutely adorable.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. This is unprofessional of me, y/n. I'll leave you be."

Fucking finally.

Monday morning, 8:59am

Ding

Your heels clicked along the tile flooring of your office. It poured during your commute into work, which caused you to be stuck behind more traffic than usual. You didn't always mind, but it just put you in a foul mood. Especially since you had to sacrifice your Monday morning coffee run. It was ritual for you, and now the whole week felt like it was just off balance.

"Woah y/n. Your bad mood seems to have brought the bad weather," a voice called out to you.

Your gaze narrowed in the direction the voice came from. Your hair was slightly damped as you had to run into the front of the building from your parking spot because of course you didn't think it was going to run and didn't bring an umbrella with you.

Looking over, you noticed it was one of the girls from the break room on Friday. You rolled your eyes to refrain yourself from sticking up your middle finger. You just offered a polite smile before marching to your desk. As you moved, you heard her and her friends giggling at you. This is why you despised any sort of office relationship.

"Hey, y/n. You okay?" Jeonghan called out.

You were about to enter your cubicle when you saw Jeonghan overlooking your cubicle again. Your jacket rested on the back of your chair. it would be a miracle if it dried at all before the end of the day. You were also grateful you had a pair of flats you could change into in attempt to save your soaked shoes too. Plus, it as a good excuse to slip out of heels. You didn't mind wearing them but always valued comfort over appearance.

"Yeah," you murmured.

Usually, you would expect a snide comment from Jeonghan. Or a flirty attempt in righting the situation. But there was nothing. It cause you to freeze and look up to see what was going on. Jeonghan was only staring at you with almost a friendly smile on his face. Not a smirk but a smile.

You wanted to question it, but as you were calming down from your hectic morning, something else caught your attention. An iced coffee was sitting on your desk with a winky face on it. What the fuck?

You opened your mouth to question it but looked at Jeonghan instead. In response, he winked at you before slipping behind the wall that divided the two of you.

Standing there, you felt something unusual throughout your body. You felt warm and tingly, especially in your stomach. Your heart was doing somersaults. It was comparable to in cartoons when the heart leaps out of the character's chest. You stared at the coffee, specifically at the marker drawn winky face staring back at you.

Jeonghan did this? For me?

Your eyes couldn't help but wonder to see if this was a prank or if there was a hidden camera. Jeonghan still wasn't lurking in his usual spot. You also noticed that nobody else had an iced coffee on their desk awaiting for them. A blush overtook your cheeks, but you quickly sat down before anyone noticed.

Reaching forward, you moved the plastic container towards you to see it was from the local coffee shop you frequent. It was the place you went every Monday morning, the place you had to skip out on today or else you would be late. But what struck you was that he got your exact order.

Your blush intensified. You kept your head ducked as you took a sip out of the delicious drink. There was no denying the smile on your face wasn't just because of the coffee but because of Yoon Jeonghan.

And on the other side of the wall, Jeonghan was smirking to himself. He got his computer turned on before going to make himself a cup of coffee from the break room. He didn't often frequent coffee shops as they often didn't have decaf coffee. When he walked into the place around the corner from your office building, he asked the woman behind the corner if you had been in yet. Saying no and noting how odd it was, Jeonghan seized the opportuntiy. He asked for your usual order and requested a winky face drawn on it.

"Are you her boyfriend? She's mentioned there's a guy she's interested in at her place of work."

That's all the encouragement Jeonghan needed to go through with his plan. He shook his head but smiled at the barista. "No, not yet. I'm hoping this catches her attention."

And by the looks of your blushing face, he was close to winning you over. He always gets what he wants, and he certainly had his eyes locked on you.

[odo-apologist]

Thinking about Out of Time, specifically the ending, which, in my opinion, is one of the best Rimmer scenes of the franchise. It's one of those moments- like his sacrifice for Nirvannah in Holoship or his insistence that Lister burn his soldiers in Marooned as a gesture of friendship- that hint at the potential that he has, deep down, of being noble, heroic, kind. What's particularly interesting about this scene, though, is that up to this point, Rimmer has often been shown as having a fascination with power, with militarism and fascist aesthetics. This is among his worst, most dangerous traits. You see the extreme outcome of it in Meltdown, what I think is Rimmer at his most abhorrent; he is the cause of the death of an entire group of people all because he wanted to live out his power fantasy of being a strategic military general, watching the battle at a distance like he describes in Marooned. Of course, as others have pointed out in their own posts, Rimmer's desire for/adoration of power likely comes more from his desire to be loved and prove he's deserving of love, but its consequences can be horrific. In Out of Time, when he encounters a version of himself that is an *actual* fascist sympathizer/apologist, he is disgusted. He is the one who wants to fight and who says, "Better dead than smeg." Whereas his future self says he would rather die than live like rats as the present crew do, our Rimmer would rather die fighting than live a life of ease and comfort while rubbing shoulders with bloodthirsty, power-crazed dictators.

And I think it's really interesting that the episode before this one is Rimmerworld. The aspect I often think about (that I wouldn't be surprised a lot of other fans also often think about) is Rimmer's 550+ years of imprisonment. It's such a disturbing concept, being kept in solitude for that inconceivably long, that its apparent dismissive treatment as a joke and lack of any real impact on Rimmer haunts me a little bit and I'm glad there are a few fics out there that explore the aftermath more thoroughly. But before he ends up in that situation, he 1. Abandons the others- the seemingly only people who have ever come close to caring about him- to die, leaving them to flee in an escape pod, and 2. Creates a civilization of clones of himself that he clearly bases off of the Roman Empire (a notable inspiration for many fascists). The first is significant because it shows the contrast between his cowardice in that situation and his lack of it in Out of Time. But the second point here, about the creation of his civilization, may show why that contrast happens between episodes, the reason for it. The civilization of Rimmerworld, based on an obsession with power, inspired by what we can assume is Rimmer's own idealized view of the Romans and empire in general, is the same that causes his centuries of suffering. So the next episode, when he sees another version of himself willing to get along with the kind of people like those who imprisoned him (who, albeit, were also versions of him)...I don't know, maybe the events of Rimmerworld did have some notable effect on him after all, at least for a while; maybe that's why he was so sure in his decision that the crew fight even though he knows they'll die trying.

Or maybe I'm just being ridiculous and overthinking things

[paragonrobits]

so for a while I've had a recurring on again-off again concept for a group of antagonistic characters based on the worst aspects of the powerscaling community; the general concept being a team (at least 5 members, with each having their own combat forces or territory, given the focus on empire building and large scale conflict in my story ideas) of extremely powerful, ruthless and smug powerhouses whose abilities are usually based on a mix of characters overhyped by powerscalers (SPECIFICALLY to the extent of badly mischaracterizing them), the worst extremes of the 'isekai power fantasy' self insert protagonist

and very crucially, the attitudes of the people who make these arguments so unbearable; the One Piece fans who endlessly complain about Luffy's devil fruit being silly and not badass, that constantly argue against a series they hate and only want curbstomp attacks and not clever strategies, as an example, or the Dragon Ball fans that depict Goku as a bloodthirsty brute who kills everyone he encounters for the sheer joy of feeling them die

But i've never really gone anywhere with it for two reasons; firstly, I tend to base these character concepts on deliberately edgy vibes, and that winds up giving them a surprising charm. I really value sincerity, lack of irony and genuine enthusiasm, so characters that are unironically sincere about their aesthetics and tone, even if they're malicious and deliberately edgy about it, feel GENUINE. The second is that my main characters tend to occupy somewhat similar grounds; their aesthetics are heavily inspired by heavy metal and punk sub-cultures, and they're usually contrasted against more prim and proper or cutesy and innocent groups as the 'tough and scary weirdos from the Garbage Realms', because of their monstrous powers and often brutal fights, but they're just so GOOFY and cheerfully weird that there's very little actual spookiness about them.

And since 'deliberately edgy', with the visual aesthetics that implies (so things like Overwatch's Reaper , in the sense of a massively over the top edgelord who treats his visual design with absolute seriousness), that makes them quite close to my characters, and they come off not as much as foils as I might like in this case.

So, as I was doing some creative thoughts earlier, I had an epiphany. The main issue is that my examples and inspirations are actually pretty bland and I don't really have that much to work with. On a certain level this could be a good thing and allow me to make these antagonists a fundamentally shallow group of recurring antagonists who are deliberately lacking in character, but I don't know if I find that appealing. But it made me think about a possible missing piece.

There's a kind of person in paleoart communities, I hear, called awesomebros; they're the sort of people who get really hateful and intense about discoveries and theories about dinosaurs that seem to soften them or 'de-badass'-ify them. The ones who complain REALLY loudly about theropods in general being feathered, birds being surviving dinosaurs (they're the ones that make rants about 'HOW ARE BIRDS SUPPOSED TO BE SCARY') or having evidence of complex social structures; in short, people who resent dinosaurs for apparently not being 'badass' or mindlessly violent movie monsters, but actual animals.

There's a big focus on visual design above all else, a contempt for anything except superficial badass-ness, or acting as if scientific investigation is a personal blight on their childhoods, and this synchs up well enough with certain aspects of powerscaling to give me an idea.

Specifically, this antagonist group being mirrored by both awesomebros and the worst of powerscalers; for the latter, SPECIFICALLY the ones that don't want clever fights or complex characters, they just want a continuous series of brutal curbstomps and painfully one sided fights. They want their favorites to be limitlessly powerful destroyers with no real character, just a vessel of destructive power. So combine that with the awesomebro fixation on badass designs and ferocity over anything else, with a bias against anything soft or complex (both politically and in terms of their actual goals), and you have a possible idea for a group of antagonists.

So, based on this, this suggests a group of antagonists and violently minded conquerors, who excel at combat and mainly use overwhelming power and incredibly brutal attacks, and they just want to win fights as brutally and ferociously as possible, always outdoing their previous records. (So a bit of speedrunner aspects in there, possibly with a similar sense of elitism you can see from time to time.)

They don't conquer territory because they actually want it; some of the other factions may be trying to rebuild civilization after a great collapse, unite existing societies together, or build a home for themselves, but these guys have no real interest in it. They conquer so they have a reason to crush and kill, and they pay very little attention to the results, with their subordinates (less powerful but more world wise) doing the actual management. As such they often serve as antagonists because they want to fight and a given situation and provide that fight, regardless of context; they're powerful and not to be underestimated, but their hostility towards clever plans means that basic strategies are effective against them, and they do HORRIBLY against characters with 'puzzle boss' mechanics or loopholes that must be exploited to penetrate their defenses. All they want is overwhelming power and to make a spectacle of applying it, so a situation where it is inapplicable completely leaves them useless.

They also have a fixation on awesome; baroque designs, monstrous appearances, powerful military capability, and a deliberate emphasis on coolness always gets their respect, even if the recipient isn't happy about it.

They may also be virtual ghosts of a kind; the ones you see when fighting them aren't the 'real' ones; all the members of this team have a power or technique of some kind that allows them to astrally project, manifest an avatar to act through, generate a secondary body through ambient energies, and otherwise their real bodies are somewhere else, directing the ones you see as a very literal metaphor about being shallow characters. (This may also indicate a weakness as well as indicating that this group of characters are entitled bullies who don't have the stomach for actual risk or injury; their projections are functionally balloons. They hit hard and they're tough, but are relatively easy to pop once you get past their defenses, and they REALLY hate this, having frail egos.)

As my main character squad are heavily depicted as incredibly stubborn who have a lot of powers based around increasingly high returns for greater effort and weaponizing injuries to motivate them to pull off victories they objectively shouldn't get, it also makes them an excellent contrast.

[yanphobia]

Cleithrophobia - Chapter 2

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader's interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn't really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 1 Index Chapter 3

Author's Note: Wooow it's so nice to meet all of you! I was in the process of moving to a new city last week and didn't have the time to check on this account. But seeing how much support I've recieved in that time has been a great surprise ❤️ I'm going to be posting one chapter every weekend and this story has about ten chapters planned for it. Don't ever hesitate to say hi (or give me reading recommendations because I always love a new story!) Thank you so much for reading, and I hope that you'll enjoy this next installment!

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

You were startled awake by Stan’s frantic pounding at the door. You bolted up and immediately regret it as pain floods through your shoulders and back. After last night’s encounter, you had immediately hidden yourself, terrified that that thing would break into your meager little cabin and attack you. You were on high alert, jumping at every sound outside of your window. As the sun began to rise, you must’ve passed out, still wearing your clothes from the night before. 

And now you’ve overslept, judging by Stan’s knocking. You open the door and step outside. 

“Stan, I am so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to oversleep.” You figured he’d be angry, but instead he looked worried. He took in your disheveled state but didn’t comment on it, most likely out of politeness. 

“...It’s fine, no worries. But I need your help. The new rabbit hutch we just built was torn into last night and something got to ‘em. Think it was a coyote. Anyway, today I’m gonna teach you how to reinforce fences so it don’t happen again.” You felt your stomach turn as he spoke. You knew. You knew exactly what had happened last night. 

You remain silent while he shows you exactly what to do. After a brief lesson, the two of you get to work. 

“’S a damn shame, too. Those where some premium New Zealand Whites. Now, granted, there were only the two, but I was looking forward to breeding ‘em. Great meat, ya know? Delicious.” 

“...Stan, exactly what type of animals live around here?” 

“Oh, tons. You mean the bad ones, though, right? Bears, wolves, mountain lions, coyotes, wolverines even. They can be nasty when they want. Thankfully they don’t attack often, just so long as you respect their space.” 

“...And... anything else? Are there any, I don’t know, myths or urban legends or anything about something really crazy living in the woods?” 

“I’m sure! These lands are old, ma’am, and have been home to some very strange folk over the years. Native Americans, you know, and then settlers, all with their own superstitions,” Stan laughed lightheartedly. “But none I ever heard, not even a Bigfoot sighting. Guess that’s natural, though. The way stories and things just get lost over time.” 

As Stan left to reinforce the turkey fences, and you finish up work on the chicken’s, you thought about what he had said. Things really do get lost over time, you thought to yourself. You certainly had. Once, you had dreamed of a happy life for yourself, with a career that you were passionate about and a family that you cherished. You had wanted to begin your life as soon as possible and quickly began creating it without a second thought. But as you matured a bit, and as each goal came closer to fruition, the doubt began to creep in. You fell out of love with your chosen field of study and stayed up at night worrying that you would spend your life working a job that you despised. When your partner, Alex, began describing your future together, excited at the prospect of marriage and starting a family, you only felt smothered. You were being forced, you quickly realized, dragged into an existence that you did not want and could not escape from. 

Thinking about this made you uncomfortable, and so you forced it out of your mind. 

The day passed without any further incidents, the next one as well. Well, it did until night fell. You had been walking towards your cabin, eager for a hot shower and a bit of relaxation, when you heard the panicked squawking of the chickens. They were out, everywhere, and hysterical. A quick look told you that the gate enclosing the designated area for them and one of the coups had been unlatched, allowing their escape. You quickly rushed back to the house, throwing open the door and calling for Shadow. 

“What’s wrong?!” Laura asked, startled by your sudden appearance. She had nearly dropped the dish she was washing. 

“Chickens got out. Don’t worry, I can handle it!” you responded quickly, although you knew that Laura would never miss the opportunity to help out. The two of you and your herding dog were quick to start gathering the chickens when you noticed that a few had been scratched up. Immediately, you knew who the culprit was. He had tricked you at first, admittedly, by simply opening the gates instead of tearing into them, but when Laura noted that two of the chickens were missing, you felt your fury grow stronger inside of you. 

It was a game, you realized, just a sick game that monster was playing until he decided to kill you. To kill Laura and Stan. Maybe even more. It wouldn’t happen, not to such lovely people. You had brought this farm to his attention, and you wouldn’t allow him to hurt anyone because of it.  

You found yourself slamming your cabin door open, grabbing a flashlight and a bowie knife, and charging into the forest. You didn’t even hear Laura’s desperate calls for you to come back. 

[fatuismooches]

Angst train anon inspired me a bit. Usually in HCs/fanfics it's Reader who gets saved. So, imagine Reader saving Signora from being executed. Of course Reader isn't strong enough to battle electro archon herself, but they can make a distraction. Reader could also be a Fatui member or even a Harbinger, so they command fatui underlings to change at Tenshukakku (since no one was guarding it, iirc shogunate soldiers were unconscious). Reader literally doesn't care about what or who has to die if it means saving their lover

Reader would throw themselves in front of Signora to save her, even if took their life. But I don't think she'd allow them to do that, even in weakened state. She already lost her lover, there's no way she'd lose another. But Rosalyne is too hurt from battle to stop you

So, during Reader's distraction, I imagine that resistance army would come to Tenshukakku too. So, Raiden probably will turn her attention to them giving Reader and Signora opportunity to escape. While she's really happy you're here and didn't leave her behind, she's also quite angry at you for throwing yourself right in front of danger like that. While she's here - she won't let you die. It's a promise. And you promise the same thing

-🥀

THIS IS CANON LA SIGNORA SURVIVED YALL 😡 And yesss omg i love when reader saves the character instead 😫 like look at how cool we are 😤 Let's just say, you're not usually a ruthless person, but when it came to the literal life or death of your lover, nothing was off the table. Two can play that game, Almighty Shogun. The Fatui is a force to be reckoned with.

You easily fought your way to Tenshukaku where you encountered the exact moment the Traveler defeated your lover and she lay injured on the floor, the Shogun walking towards her to exact punishment. You almost didn't know what to do. You've never seen Signora so beaten before. But you only needed to distract her for a tiny bit. Magically appearing in front of the Harbinger surprised everyone in the room. Even though Signora was literally in the face of death, her voice trembled quietly for you to get out of here.

Luckily you storming and clearing out the building easily allowed access to the resistance soldiers. The Traveler had to throw themselves into battle once more to protect them. And those few seconds were all you needed to escape. You didn't mention it but Signora was relying on your shoulder heavily, mentally and physically exhausted from the duel. She's quiet in the beginning, but when you two were safe she chides you for putting yourself in danger like that. She remembers when her previous lover died protecting others. So she hurts to think of that happening again. But she holds you tightly and promises you that you won't need to do that again.

Signora recovery comfort omg ;( I can just imagine you taking care of her back in Snezhnaya and she's honestly finding it hard to face you because of her defeat. But you just have to reassure her that she's good enough for you and there's always time to get stronger ;(

Traveler and Paimon the whole time: 🧍‍♀️🧚‍♀️ (you're getting a boss battle with them next, revenge for her 😭)

[whiskeyswifty]

kelsey how do you interpret the line in seven that goes "i think your house is haunted your dad is always mad and that must be why"? do you see it as "you dad is always mad bc of how haunted your house is" or "your house is haunted bc of how mad your dad always is"? i always felt like the second is more fitting, but what do you think?

i actually think the first one is the only one that makes sense! for a few reasons, I suppose, but it's pretty straightforward to me and a while back I was surprised people took it any other way. Mainly, the entire song is from the perspective of a seven year old child, trying to make sense of reality by way of fantasy to cope. The reality is the father is mad. She's trying to make sense of why her friend's father is so mad all the time (and later in the verse we discover is perhaps abusive in that anger), because the reasoning is likely too complicated for a child to understand. Seven year old taylor and her friend believe that dads should be loving and kind like all fathers they have likely encountered, in real life and in storybooks. So the friend's father's anger is a puzzle that taylor wants so badly to solve because it's abnormal behavior and her friend is in danger.

The way the delivery is structured is that taylor had an epiphany for why her friend's father is nonsensically mad, and that reason is that the house must be haunted. He must be possessed by some ghost or something evil is making him turn into a monster, which is a very normal way a child makes sense of something like that. They believe parental figures are inherently loving and protecting, so something must be happening to the friend's father to turn him into a monster. because he can't possibly BE a monster, no no no. a child cannot easily cope with the reality that a parent is simply monstrous, not typically, and especially when that same parent might confusingly present kindness and love in other instances. So they are looking to absolve the father's anger to resolve the conflict of love and hate for the father within themselves as they're exposed to the nuance and complicated nature of how adults behave, perhaps for the first time.

Also, when she says "that must be why", the "that" refers to the new information that they didn't have before, the house being haunted. They've been noodling on this puzzle for a long time, and they've finally arrived at a conclusion. They already knew the father was angry, so that can't be the new information. The haunting is the new information there. so then the new information must explain "why" the old information is true. the old information being the father's anger.

people can read any song however they want of course, as with any art. you don't have to adhere to the artists intent if the art inspires something else in you or you relate to it differently with your own experiences. but in terms of even just sentence structure and the conceit of the song, that's clearly the intention and it also happens to be the only way it makes sense to me. The second reading is the truth of the situation that the child can’t understand, that the father is the both the source of terror in their life and a other times a source of love, and is a flawed man at best. But that’s what only an adult is able to understand and then explain it that way to make it poetic.

[lake-archive]

Surprise Kiss

I never wrote 900+ words faster in my goddamn life. Also this is super mega self indulgent so uh... Erm... Don't mind me. DON'T LOOK AT ME! BLAME THIS MAN! HE IS MESSING WITH MY MIND AND I NEED HIM TO STOP! I MUST NOT WANT TO IMAGINE KISSING HIM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! AAA!

AO3 Link - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Gentaro Yumeno

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann)

Words: 928

This was… Something different. What would one expect inside a book store? To pick out a book and look into it, perhaps read, and yet… The sudden twist coming was something which was just unbearable for Ann. Or rather, they had not expected it and now were in a literal panic. And it all had started rather normally.

Much to their surprise they had encountered Yumeno, him having entered that book store. When spotting Ann it was the usual greeting before he explained himself.

 “I wish to spy on the competition.” It had been his first response, leaving them puzzled for a second before he added his signature line. “Well, that’s a lie.” Of course it was… They were not even surprised despite the sigh. 

What he actually had been here for was to look at some texts for some inspiration, inquiring about some material to work with. Sometimes it can strike during consumption and they knew exactly what he meant… Well, to the extreme degree as they were known for drawing inspiration from the tiniest of moments, a habit Ann found extremely difficult to control. And yet, their visit was not as much fun. In fact, they had just been here to look for a book they will have to read for one of their classes, an unavoidable matter. And the book was not exactly from an author they were looking forward to reading yet again. But the classes demanded it and that was something they just had to live with. Yet they delayed the inevitable by browsing through all types of books instead, most seeming more interesting than the one they had to read at hand. Something about… Hmm… Honestly, they had no idea anymore, the summary itself sounded so boring. Something about love again and something which prevented the lovers from ever being together, a tragedy of some sorts. But the writing itself was usually such a snooze, they just didn’t feel like it.  And not like the premise had never been done before… It had been recycled so many times, it was not even funny. Anything else would do, literally anything! Heck, they would rather reread anything from Goethe, only having done so back then because their father loves his works. They themself… Well, he was important but… Hah, maybe they were just too young for that or something. That might be it… 

They had even mumbled about this as a response to the well known author, only hearing an amused chuckle at first yet they had not paid too much attention. They were busy reading through the pages of some other story they found ten times more interesting, maybe a bit too entertained by it. They had not even paid attention to anything else and thus the next move had suddenly come out of nowhere for them. 

It started simple, Yumeno having grabbed one of their hands and forcing them to close the book. “Now, I think that is not the book thou art looking for. “ He commented as the book had practically closed itself by then. They were hit with the reality yet again by that point.

“Eh!? Ah— W… Was it?” Yet they knew despite their rather meek answer and soft tone. “Right, that… Is the wrong book. Heh…”

“I assume it is this one thou are looking for?”

For some reason they had thrown out their common sense by then, knowing that this man should not be trusted almost every time verbally. And yet, they just wanted to get this goddamn book and get out of here and thus turned their head rather quickly, full of hope… But that hope quickly came crashing down, so fast in fact that they had no time to react.

Next thing they knew was him suddenly pulling them a little closer before covering the side facing the public eye and window with the book he had pulled out all open, making it anyone’s guess what was occurring next. And if they had guessed a kiss… That was correct.

Because before knowing it they had found his lips against theirs, making them freeze in utter shock. It was not something they had an idea just how to react to as they were processing that this was actually happening. Yes, this was happening. A kiss. A sudden kiss, right on the lips. No warning, no asking, no gesture. He just went for it, right for the kill, and they were heating up from it as their arms were shaking. They held something back yet not sure what, too busy keeping themself under control as their heartbeat went utterly fast. It may as well have been racing, slightly exhausting them. Just the feelings of his lips… It should not have such an effect on them and yet—

But before that thought could go any further he had pulled back all of a sudden, placing the book away from the side and right back onto the shelf they stood in front of, him first acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But he knew as he turned back with a smirk shortly after, and there it was again. “Nevermind, I lied.”

That was the last thing they had heard because due to their burning red face they squealed for even just a short moment before suddenly turning away and dashing out of the small store without warning. They couldn’t think straight, not about anything really. But there was one final thought which had crossed their mind shortly after while running…

‘Yumeno–Sensei is a massive prick!’

[coraniaid]

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Book asks

6) What books have you read in the last month?

This has been a pretty good month for me.  I've read six books in the last four weeks:

Furious Heaven by Kate Elliott

This is the second book in what I think is going to be a trilogy; the first book was Unconquerable Sun.  The elevator pitch for the series is "gender-flipped Alexander the Great IN SPACE", which made my eyes roll a little at first, but I think it's a lot more interesting than that premise makes it sound.  (It actually probably helps that I don't really know the historical period it's inspired by very well, so I kept being surprised by plot twists that probably weren't meant to be twists.)

Emperor of Ruin by Django Wexler

To be honest, I didn't enjoy the concluding part of this trilogy quite as much as I did the first two books: it wasn't bad by any means but i think it was just hard to follow up on the first two books without having the ending seem a little bit like an anticlimax.  I really like the two central POV characters though, and their estranged sibling relationship is very well done.

The Museum of Innocence by Orhan Pamuk

I know that reading actual proper capital-L Literature and then complaining that the characters are ‘unlikeable’ is a terrible cliche, but … I loathed the narrator of this.  One of the least sympathetic fictional characters I have encountered in years.  I only finished it because I was hoping something horrible would happen to him.  

The publisher’s website describes this as ‘an enchanting tale of romantic obsession’ so presumably you’re not supposed to treat the central character like you would if this were something like A Confederacy Of Dunces. Indeed, none of the people I've seen praising the book have talked about this at all. But while the prose was often very pretty the actual events being depicted were just utterly bleak. 

Autumn by Ali Smith

A friend of mine really likes this book and finally persuaded me to try it.  Honestly I think it would be a lot better without the (slightly shoe-horned in, I think) Brexit angle: the main focus of the novel isn’t really on that at all.  But it’s not bad, even if it feels a little bit slight.

Beyond The Hallowed Sky by Ken MacLeod

The first book of a trilogy with a fairly typical (for MacLeod) set-up so far: near-future SF with AI, space travel largely confined to our solar system and with (deliberately slightly vague) global political realignments having happened at sometime in the background.  Not really sure what to make of the plot until I’ve read the rest of it really.

Gideon the Ninth by Tasmyn Muir

Somehow managed to go into this mostly unspoiled despite ... well, having been active on Tumblr for the last two years. I think I'd absorbed a sense of which characters were going to be important and which weren't by general osmosis, and I recognized a couple of lines of dialogue, but most of the specifics of the plot were still new to me.  Liked it a lot: I’m about a hundred pages into Harrow the Ninth now.

(Trying to be as vague as I can about the actual plot just in case anybody reading this wants to try to stay similarly unspoiled.)

10) Do you have a guilty fav?

Not particularly guilty about it, as such, but I'm at least slightly surprised at how much I like Martha Wells' Murderbot stories, which if I just read a description of sounds like something I wouldn't have any patience for at all.  But for whatever reason I think they work in practice really well.

I used to be really into A Song Of Ice And Fire (which I started reading at ... uh, probably too young); not really guilty about that either but at some point I got tired of explaining that I really hated the TV show so I just stopped mentioning the books at all.  (Also largely given up on the series ever being finished, which makes them harder to recommend.)

19) Most disliked popular books

If I don't like a book I usually stop reading it fairly quickly these days, but that means that although there are popular books I've bounced off, I don't really stick with them long enough to develop any particular strong feelings about them.

Hopepunk as a genre tends to leave me a bit cold, where by ‘hopepunk’ I mean ... well, okay, I just mean Becky Chambers' Wayfarers series, if I’m being honest.  (In the past couple of weeks alone I’ve seen ‘hopepunk’ used as label for works as varied as Samantha Shannon’s The Priory of the Orange Tree through to Ursula le Guin’s The Dispossessed or Ada Palmer’s Terra Ignota series, so I’m not sure I believe the genre actually exists beyond that.)

Oh, and I liked Robin Hobb's first two novels (Assassin’s Apprentice and Royal Assassin) quite a lot when I read them years ago but I've been pretty consistently underwhelmed by the rest of her work.  I can tell it's well crafted but it's really not just not for me.

15) Recommend and review a book

OK, I'm going to recommend Vellum by Hal Duncan.

This is a difficult book to describe.  It's the first part of a duology called the Book of All Hours.  It's about an adventure across time and space to recover the titular Book of All Hours, a lost medieval manuscript that some say contains a complete record of every moment of every possible reality.  Except no, the Book is really a map which shows its readers the true nature of the world around them, a world that is impossibly larger and more empty than they could imagine.  And the story is really about a great war fought between angels and demons and their offspring, a war waged across the multiverse with First World War artillery barrages and nanobots and a magical language which can reshape reality. 

Or maybe it's really about how stories and character archetypes recur again and again over different eras and cultures; or maybe it’s actually one of the most simultaneously heartfelt and angry love stories you’re ever going to read; or maybe it’s about a girl traveling across a future cyberpunk America in search of information about her dead brother, juxtaposed with a retelling of the Sumerian myth of Inanna's descent to the Underworld.�� Or maybe it's just about how Hal Duncan really likes the work of James Joyce and Michael Moorcock.

Whatever it's about, it is safe to say it’s a somewhat divisive book.  A few sample 1-star reviews from Goodreads:

"One word: drivel" [...] "This book was actually painful to read" [...] "I was so relieved when I was finally able to finish this awful book" [...] "Pretentious and stupid" [...] "The writing was beautiful but it made my head hurt" [...] "This is a novel lacking in the basic principles of a story" [...] "Almost completely unreadable" [...] "Quite possibly the worst book I've ever struggled through" [...] "Telling a dozen stories poorly, chopping them up in a blender, and dropping the fragments without regard is not the same thing as telling one story well" [...] "It goes on like this for 500 pages [...] What the fuck is even happening?"

And yes, it does go on like this for five hundred pages (or 480 pages, anyway, in my paperback copy).  

The narrative is incredibly non-linear, jumping back and forwards and sideways in time repeatedly, sometimes from one paragraph to the next.  There are multiple sections written in the first person – but not always from the perspective of the same first person.  There are a number of unrelated major characters with the same surname, often addressed in the text by that surname.  There is time travel and trips between alternate realities and all sorts of meta-commentary about the text by the characters in it. Key players lose their memories and change allegiances multiple times; or are revealed to be other characters; or die and come back from the dead.  The entire universe is recreated from the atomic level up at least once.  It’s great.

The book and its sequel Ink came out almost two decades ago now and sadly -- apart from some poetry collections and novellas, and a collection of short stories called Errata set in the same universe –  I don’t think Duncan has published much else since. But on the other hand, Vellum feels like a book packed with a lifetime’s worth of ideas, so maybe that was always inevitable.

More people should read this weird book.

[lordofthestrix]

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I'm going to bend the rules of the meme just a little for this one (Undoubtedly an unexpected shock to all of those familiar with my usual, dogmatic loyalty to the norms) and talk about one specific, nostalgic thread between these two. Because I believe it to be the one that helped us discover the way they interact with each other after Juliette joins The Sisters.

I'm referring to the peculiar slice of life we could call: The night of the spider lady.

The premise is functionally simple. Occurring not long after Finn's first death and the unpleasant discovery of any vampire's demise following the death of their corresponding Original, Tristan assigns her to look into other potential instances of witches trying to perform immortality spells outside of the incident that originated vampirism to gather as much information and understanding of them as possible. I believe it was one of mine? Its...Fine. It does its job getting them to the scene.

But what I really enjoy about this one is the ambiance and all the unexpected character work we got out of it.

First of all it is probably the most horror-themed thread I collaborated in during all of my role-playing excursions. There is a lot of classic terror in themes, the setting of the ruined manor and their antagonist for the piece. But at the same time is shows a very unique personality because...It isn't horror. Not truly. It can't be. Because our protagonists are still an ancient vampire with more than a couple of wicked dispositions and an obsessive witch who knows enough dark magic to fill her own library. So the first time they encounter this crawling monstrosity passing by the window they don't react to it as your everyday human would. There is a very interesting sense during the role of..."We are all monsters here."

I will never stop being proud of Amaris and the backstory we crafted for her. I enjoy how much of a challenge she proved to be for Juliette and Tristan and the way she managed to surprise them more than once. When seeing this semi-rotting, macabre shell of a girl crawling by the window of the second floor Tristan most certainly doesn't expect her to be faster than him. And the fact that the kind of predator she became was able to move around with so much stealth not even he could hear her movements made her a very particular challenge for his senses. And then of course the eventual revelation that it is even worse. That this ghoulish creature isn't at all like vampires and, even almost entirely feral as she is, she still retains her capacity to use magic.

You talked to me about how Juliette can be naturally perceived as simply a bit quirky and the way she realizes and plays into it for her advantage but this one is to my understanding the quintessential role that demonstrates that beyond superficial outlandishness...No. It isn't all of that sacrificial magic she so passionately used to play with. It isn't Tristan's influence. Juliette is, all on her own, the young doctor Frankenstein of the witchcraft world and she will see or cause your suffering with a heartfelt giggle and a smile on her lips as long as it serves to quench her curiosity.

And finally there was the attic. Expectantly waiting to see if their combined strategy succeeded against their opponent while letting those tense minutes pass by interviewing each other.

I liked the contrast between their assumptions. Tristan theorizing she must have collected those corpses there inspired by love for her sister because that's what he knows against Juliette just as quickly assuming she must be motivated by hatred for the memory of her sister because that's what she relates to. I equally like that we left the point ambiguous and easily interpreted either way.

Tristan asking her about her curious loathing for all other fellow witches who aren't her in light of the way she constantly studies and collects not only the spells of those who came before her but all kind of anecdotes from their personal lives as well. Tristan interrogating her about her peculiar selection of name. And this was a particular point of interest for him since he experienced losing his real name for a century. Juliette interrogating him in return. Asking him about his real and complete view of the Strix. Asking him for all of his thoughts on Aurora.

It was all fun. Speaking of...A question probably only Juliette knows the answer to since Tristan gifted her the creature for her experiments: Where is Amaris nowadays? Still locked up in some old, enchanted chest under seven keys when not needed?

...Because we could always improvise ourselves a sequel one of these days if you are interested. @julincantations

[ethanstittle]

PEGI

What are PEGI Ratings?

PEGI ratings are used to say what age group the game is suitable for.

These are all the PEGI ratings and content descriptors.

A game that is similar to mine in art style is Teardown.

Teardown is a game about mainly destroying everything to get the job down. The art style is made out of voxels which gives the game unique collisions because everything in the game is destructible. This game is probably what inspired me the most for the art style of my game. The PEGI rating for Teardown hasn't been given specifically but because there isn't much violence and only destruction I think the game would be about PEGI 7 - 12.

Another game that is made out of voxels but not similar to my game is Minecraft.

This game is nothing like mine in terms of the art style but because the game is classed as a voxel game this is makes it similar to mine. This survival game is probably the most well known game in the world because of the creativity that can come from this game and it can appeal to all age groups. The PEGI rating for this game is a 7 because of the mild violence in the game and fear in the game.

Now onto games with the same theme as my game (Horror). One of the games are the Outlast games.

The Outlast games are survival horror games the first game coming out in 2013 and the second coming out in 2017 and a third in the making. The lore of the game is you play as a journalist who explores a remote psychiatric hospital and encounters some scary things. These game are similar to mine because they are a horror game and mainly a walking sim which is what I am making. The PEGI for this game is an 18 because of the extreme violence and scare factors in the game.

Another horror game and more of a walking sim in a house is Visage.

Now I don't know much about this game but looking into it people are saying "this is what P.T could've been". P.T was a game that was cancelled during its demo phases because the two developers couldn't agree on certain things and decided not to continue. Visage has you moving through a house whilst avoiding death and testing your sanity within the game. The lore is you have found a strangely structured house and you explore the house to find the mysteries of the people who used to live there. No surprise that the PEGI rating is an 18 because of the disturbing scenes that happen when playing the game.

The final game I will look at is a game I mentioned in the last game. P.T.

P.T was a game that was only in its demo phase, before getting cancelled, but still made such an impact at the time and even today. The point of the game is that you are moving through an endless corridor and the story slowly pieces itself together as you make your way further the game all whilst you are being chased by this woman (Lisa). Again this horror game is PEGI 18 because of the violence.

[alphalavenderstar2]

So i've seen. An au on this site, forgot who posted it (It had batman in it, I know. Loved that post.) but they gave me inspiration. Listen to me when i say. All halfa trio. All half. Dead. Halfas. Danny, Tucker, and Sam all going into the portal-- HC where it's more of a tunnel than a portal, actually--and each gaining different ghost powers.

The idea on the three of them being halfas is so cool to me. It has so much potential. So much bonding and angst. Random shananagins. More powers to play with, Danny probably having more time to persue his space hobbies. It's a win win.

Y'all can scrap over if they put on matching hazmat suits or not, (with or without the hazmat hoods/covers) but I wanna explain how if the Halfa Trio used masked hazmat suits, it would be halarious.

Like, actual hazmat suits with the hood covering thingies on them. Because it'd be so funny to see 3 ghost vigilantes in matching hazmats. Amity thinking that there's a ghost vigillante, but BOOM. Suddenly three (half) ghost vigillantes. Complete Ghost Busters vibes. They'd steal Fenton Works Ghost Flamethrowers for the asthetic. Ghost busting vaccums, too. Removable hoods on the hazmat suits, because Tucker dislikes the stuffyness, but Sam (and Danny) insists that they do good deads without putting their identities into the spotlight. (In case someone recognises them) Even if it is pretty stuffy. It'd make Danny think of an astronaut suit so he'd obviously be more comfy than the other two. They'd have shared powers like intangibility and flight, but also have personal powers like Sam's plant power. (I'm gonna use this as an excuse to put more space themed Danny in, admitably.)

Oh, also under the cut here is a more detailed bit about this au, from the POV of a GIW agent or something, writing a report to their superior. Idk, whatever y'all wanna imagine.

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Amity was at war with itself over the first one. It's citizens believing that the different acounts were wrong. When one described their encounter with the ectoplasmic being, a few agreed, while others claimed that they had seen something different. The same suit, but a different being inside. That it sounded more feminen, not masculine. Or that they had short white hair that floated within the suit, not that they had a close shave. The being appeared more often, changing seemingly each time to one of it's three forms. theories that the ghost was a shapeshifter under the suit spread.

But then the second one showed up. And the third. All present at the same time. The citizens were baffled by the sudden change. The conclusion to my findings about the newfound 'hazmat ghost' is that there is actually three different ectoplasmic beings wearing identical hazmat suits, possibly purposely putting citizens under the guise that only one existed.

-THIS DOCUMENT IS UNDER REVISION. UNKNOWN INFORMATION WILL BE MARKED FOR FURTHER INVESTIGATION.-

It's hard to tell which one is which--unless they are in close proximidy to you, (which is highly unadviced) or by studying their vocals; unique eldritch sounding voices, muffled by the suits. But still somehow understandable when they need it to be. To us. Their chirps, trills, and what could only be described as something between growling and rocks being grinded together. Loud, heavy huffs.

While they can speak english to residents, they tend to speak to other ectoplasmic beings in "Ghost Speak". However, they don't verbally talk much to each other. A sort of mental connection could be at play between the three--that or they're obsurdly good at reading body langauge. It wouldn't be surprising, considering how.... close, they act.

"Ghost speak" in this case is unlikely, as while some pronounciations in "Ghost Speak" are several octaves lower and higher than any normal human's hearing range, static and several pronounciations are still heard. No such static or mumbling is heard when they interact in this way. The three entities seem to get most points across despite any worded context.

Attempts at recording their voices have all backfired, the requred technology unable to work properly around them (?).

They each seem to have different powers as well, a personal touch to their afterlife (?). One might come across an 'ecto fight' and place bets on vines cracking out of the ground and attacking the rival ghost, only to guess wrong; to ice spreading violently towords the perpretrator.

Spikes that shine in some places and pale in others; clear, a bright sky blue, a deep azure, or a dull, misty hue that holds the same cold as the void of space, or mercury at night. A poular yet idodic challenge between Amity youth is to touch said ice. Many reports of hospitilized teens with frostbite in the middle of summer have raised a few eyebrows between health officials. It's adviced to snuff out this trend when one comes across it.

The town acknoledges it as 'Phantom's' cyrocinetics, having seen the being with "fluffy (?) hair and pale as hell skin" ([REDACTED] witness report) blast freely on multiple occations. For reasons unknown, he (?) struck the hearts of many children (?) attending the local highschool, Casper High. Witnesses state that he (?) is fequently seen stargazing when Amity's gravity goes topsyturvy. The entity is able to lift objects when concentrating without physically touching them, and can manipulate the speed and direction of said object, seeming to defy Newton's laws. His (?) floating white hair appears to brush into his eyes a lot. Unnaterally pale skin, but a different shade than the hair. The green of his (?) eyes are the color of ectoplasim. The Fentons theorize on his possible obsession about space (?).

'Banshee' is the being which controls vines and various other living and non-living plant species. She (?) was nicknamed after seen loudly advocating against global warming and the removal of trees in Amity Park's playground. Many people fell into a sort of heavily ecouraged state after her (?) speech, racing to plant saplings in the middle of town. A popular misconception is that the being was named so because of her (?) 'ghostly wail', but the other ectoplasmic beings dawning hazmat suits also have shown the ability to retch a hollowing, painful scream. Her's, (?) however, seems to be slightly more powerful due to the 'encouraging' power behind it. She (?) is suspected to keep updated on human political views for unknown reasons (?). Pale skin. She (?) seems to have shortly cut white hair, around a couple inches from her shoulders. Green eyes. Possible obsession on spreading awareness, or plants. The expance of either obsession is unknown, however.

'Poltergeist' is rarely seen, seeming to be more of a support figure behind the scenes. It was noted in one particular scuffle, however, that he (?) had electric based powers. It's assumed that he (?) also has an advantage over tech, simular to 'Technus', an ectoplasmic revnent obsessed with human technology. The two seem to have a special sort of rivalry. Specialists brought in to observe their battles state that they butt heads through many different places physically in the internet, infecting the other's code with different viruses, bugs, and cyber attacks. Several well known games, apps, websites, and forums often fall prey to the duo's crossfire, causing momentary shutdowns. His (?) head is closely shaved, dark skin and a notably wide nose. His (?) eyes are green, same as the other two. Likely a tech obsession.

Ectoblasts, body manipulation, transparency, intangibility, flight, and their ghostly wails are all shared powers between the three ectoplasmic beings, along with the hazmat suits and stolen Fenton Works tech (?). Their blood runs green, ectoplasim in their veins. No other autonomy studies have been done on these particular beings.

It's obvious the relationship between the Fenton family, or the parents, at least, and the paranormal is a spiteful one. Even while wearing the Fenon's appearale, and often spotted with their weaponry. This tends to upset Drs Fentons. The Fenton's theorize that ectoplasmic beings are unable to possess feelings, and form from and by ectoplasim, sometimes apearing more humane than others. The Fenton's hypothesis is quite biased, but it makes our job easier in the long run.

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Ok ok, so I named Tucker 'Poltergeist' because He and Danny's last names both start with 'F', and how 'P' can sound just like 'F' on certain pronounciations. I thought it would be a neat little comparison. That and it sounds like a name a paranormal person(nerd) would correct someone about all the time if they called it a ghost. I'm a bit hesitant to name Sam 'Banshee', because I know that while Sam can be a bit over enthusiastic about stuff, but it seems a little harsh, maybe? From amity's POV it makes sense, but I'm not sure. Let me know in the comments on Her and Tucker's names, and what you all would name them. I'd love to hear y'all's opinions. (Dani would go by Wraith, I think. That's what the phandom usually nicknames her, right?)

I also have an au with them wearing normal clothes. Basically, they have to do a lot of expirimenting with different clothes and how the colors invert after going ghost, and eventually figure out the right colors to pick for specially made hero suits.

Technically kinda not my au tho cause it was based on this one halfa trio au I saw and loved. (And made a dumb comment on but im going to ignore for my sake.) But if you see their post make sure to spread the love on there too.

Hhhhhhhh too lazy to spell check just gonna send this out now gonna ignore any mistakes throwing this post at y'all like im feeding sharks.

im am rotating them in my brain like they are in a mini microwave. Im sorry it's too late for me to turn. back. Would love to see more of this stuff.

But Idk, let me know in the comments about anything. How you like the au, how you think things would go, add ons.

[momiji-bookhouse]

ok i have an idea of the pt 2 of your latest fic coming if you want !! basically reader gets a vision while training with a friend which kazuha got jealous out of lets say our comrade childe

KAZUHA W/A MARTIAL ARTS STUDENT!CRUSH

pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader

genre: fluff (i guess?)

a/n: sry for only getting around to this now! I haven't been able to write as much as I want because my laptop essentially gave out on me. Also, this won't be related to any of my fics and instead will be a standalone scenario/imagine. And, uh, the fighting scenes are rly bad plsforgiveme.

Your father owns a martial arts dojo that has been in your family for generations. So at a young age you joined the school and train alongside the other disciples, eventually becoming one of the best and most well-known.

It's not surprising then, that as time goes by a certain Fatui Harbinger would hear of your reputation.

You're in the middle of taking a break when you spot the silhouette of a tall man leaning against the doorway. Upon seeing him walk closer, you notice his head of bright orange-brown hair and foreign-looking clothing that you couldn't quite place the region of. But what had your senses tingling is the unsettling aura trailing along his relaxed gait.

"Can I help you?" You say in apprehension.

"Yo." He waves a hand in greeting. "I heard that this school has a really strong disciple. Is (Y/N) here?"

"That's me."

"Is that so? Well then, care to have a little spar with me?"

You keep your face straight, having been fairly used to the odd duels and challenges or two. But they were mostly with students from other disciplines, you've never had a foreigner come up and ask to fight with you before.

"Any reason why you want to spar with me particularly? There are other talented students in this school," you say.

"To refine his abilities, a seasoned warrior should only practice with the best of the best, don't you think?" He gives you a closed-eye smile, but you can't shake off the feeling burrowing in the back of your mind.

Still, you accept.

It took only a few seconds into the duel for you to realize that he is indeed a highly capable fighter, perhaps even more than those you've encountered.

He has the kind of swift and rapid fighting style that keeps you constantly on your toes, watching his every movement and shift in stance to avoid his water blades.

Now, the thing about your particular school is the emphasis on the emulation of the flow of nature. To become one with the elements and take inspiration from them to incorporate into your fighting style.

As such, even without a Vision, you're able to keep up with the movements of his blades, becoming as fluid as water and torrential as a rainstorm.

The duel ends with in a draw, but not without bruises and blood being spilled.

"How interesting," he says, only slightly out of breath as he wipes the smear of blood on the corner of his mouth. "It's been a while since I found someone who can keep up with me."

"You're a skilled fighter yourself." You try not to wince as you bring a cloth to the small gash on your arm.

"My name's Tartaglia, but you can call me Childe."

(You finally figured out what it is about him that makes you so jittery. Even when his voice is filled with excitement from the thrill of the fight, his eyes don't seem to reflect any light.)

You thought you would never see him again, but then next week rolls around and he's there with his smile and blades already out.

Thus began a weird rivalry of sorts (though you never considered him a rival, more of a weekly chore you have to deal with). Some of the disciples are protective of you and would make sure to glare at Childe whenever he appears, while some are amused more than anything.

One day, another man of foreign origin comes to see you...

"(Y/N), there's someone here to see you."

You put down the cup of water to lock eyes with the gentle scarlet orbs of a young man, the shade matching the streak of red on his beige head of hair. It's clear from his attire that he's from Inazuma, a fact that has you raising your eyebrows (considering the occasional things or two you heard about the situation of that nation).

"I'm (Y/N), may I ask why you needed to see me?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he nods in acknowledgement. "My name is Kaedehara Kazuha. I have come after hearing of your reputation as a fighter of impressive prowess, and I was hoping to be able to engage you in a spar."

You blink, absentmindedly thinking why suddenly in a span of a few weeks, two foreign men have come to fight with you. However, as opposed to your first meeting with Childe, your shoulders are relaxed and you feel no hidden hostility behind this man's request. As a matter of fact, he doesn't look to be interested in wanting to prove his own strengths.

"Very well."

It would be a mistake to underestimate him, no matter how disarming and genial he seems.

From his swordsmanship, one can tell that he has had formal training. This combined with his speed and agility - as unpredictable as the wind - makes him a formidable opponent.

You try to match his speed while looking for any openings. Eventually, you find it, feigning an attack to his side before quickly switching your sword to your other hand and disarming him. Your blade is centimeters away from his neck, but he doesn't look upset at his defeat. Instead, his eyes shine in satisfaction.

"May I speak to you in private, (Y/N)?"

You sheath your sword while staring at him curiously. After a few seconds, you nod and lead him to a corner of the dojo away from prying eyes.

"What is it that you want to talk to me about?" You ask.

"Why do you fight?"

You're a little taken aback at his question as you didn't see it coming. No one has ever actually asked you that before, and even your father seem to see you joining the martial arts school as something natural in your path to succeed him. While you have the utmost respect for the fighting style, you haven't given much thought to what it is that motivates you to train so hard.

"I won't try to lie to you and say that it's because I want to become stronger or to protect the people I love," you say. "I'm not sure really. I suppose I've always been curious about this style in general. How it encourages us to find inspiration all around us and to go with the flow. Perhaps I was hoping that by letting things develop naturally I'll be able to figure out myself."

You unconsciously fidget under his scrutinizing gaze, feeling subconscious about your answer and whether it's what he wanted to hear. Finally, he smiles and you relax.

"Actually, I am in possession of a Vision shell. I was hoping to find someone with a strong resolve and strength to activate it." Your eyes widen when he fishes out a blank Vision, an item considered so sought after that many would do anything to procure one in their hands. "That's why I decided to duel with you. I wanted to see if you have what it takes."

You gulp and move your body to hide the shell from view, not wanting the others to make a fuss. While you've never given much thought about gaining a Vision yourself, you cannot argue that those that own one is often elevated into a higher position of power and looked up to by others.

"May I?" You reach a hand out to hesitantly receive it from him, the cold and dead weight of the shell in your palm sending shivers down your spine.

Your heart pulses in anticipation, but nothing happens. No spark or sudden rush of energy running through your vines. The Vision shell remains blank and lifeless.

Whether it's due to your will not being strong enough or the heavens not acknowledging you, you do not know.

You quietly sigh and returns it to Kazuha. "It looks like I'm not the one you're looking for. I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, but you catch the hint of sadness buried in his eyes. "I know this search will be difficult. This is not the first time this has failed. Don't worry about it being about your strength, I find you to be a more than adept martial artist and an admirable person." You escort him out of the dojo, where he leaves you with a final word. "I hope you find what you're looking for."

Once again, you never thought you would see him again, though you can't deny that you've become curious about him. (you don't know why this bothered you more than it should)

Then one day, while meditating at Mt. Tianheng, you sense a familiar mellow presence. You slowly open your eyes to see the Inazuman young man.

"Am I interrupting you?", "Not at all. You can sit with me if you like."

Not much is said, but you did ask him what he was doing in Liyue, and he in turn ask about your day and how you got started with martial arts.

It isn't devoid of awkwardness by any means, but you find yourself enjoying his company.

From then on, you would sometime see him around Liyue Harbor or randomly in the wild somewhere. You guys would either eat together or just talk about whatever came to mind. There are times when nothing is said as you meditate while he lounges on a sun-soaked rock for an afternoon nap.

You join him sometimes, the smell of the sea and the refreshing scent of nature after it rains that clings to him making you feel at peace, lulling you to sleep faster than anything.

You introduce him to the Yun-Han Opera Troupe and Xinyan's music while he shows you the different sides of nature that you've never thought about before. Even the weeds on the ground take on some kind of beauty under his silver tongue.

On some days you would show him all of your favorite places around Liyue, and he would even surprise you by taking you to the secret spots that he discovered that you've never been to before, even though you've lived here all your life.

You would listen to him recite poems with that soft voice of his, some of which you later found out to be his original work.

"Did you come up with that just now? That sounds beautiful!" Maybe you should quit being a sailor and become a bard.", "Haha, you're exaggerating, (Y/N). I'm nowhere near as talented as you think I am."

He sneaks a few love poems or two at times, trying his best to subtly look at your reaction whenever he recites them to you.

Yes he knows of your weekly spar with Childe, and he frowns whenever he sees the freshly-formed bruises and cuts all over your skin.

"Why do you continue to entertain that man, (Y/N)?" He asks while wrapping a bandage around your arm.

You shrug. "He's not that bad, but I don't know exactly why he continues to come back either. I guess I've just been so used at this point that I don't really question it anymore."

Kazuha purses his lips but doesn't say anything. He knows you can handle yourself just fine, but does that mean he wants to see you injured like this every week? Absolutely not. He has half the mind to find this Childe and have a stern talking with him.

It's one of those days when you're sparring with Childe, but he's different today. More aggressive than usual, his lightless blue eyes having a bloodthirsty glint in them that makes you shiver. Each movement of his is made with intent to kill, and it has you exerting yourself more than you normally would.

"I still don't understand, (Y/N). Are you really happy with limiting yourself to just being in this dojo?" He says as he slashes his water blades in a semi-circle to your abdomen. You jump back just in time, feeling some of the water droplets hit your clothes, and quickly parrying another of his attack.

"I find nothing wrong with that," you remark.

"Your talents are wasted here, you can become much stronger by going elsewhere."

You use some force to push his blade back and turn on your heel to deliver a kick to his side. He staggers backward, but swiftly regained his stance. He fuses his blades into a long pole just in time to block the descent of your sword.

"Is fighting the only thing you can think about?" You say briskly.

He smirks. "You martial artists and your notion of honor. Admit it, half of you just want to become stronger or enjoy the thrill of a battle."

"There's more to fighting than that," you retort, stepping back and ducking when he spins his pole and unleashes a stream of pure water. You try to trip him, but he moves out of the way before you could and begin walking in circles, his eyes trained on you like a predator.

"Tell me why you're here then," he taunts.

You walk in the opposite direction as him while keeping your eyes trained on him. "I can't speak for everyone here, but I started learning this style because it teaches you to be appreciative of everything around you. Everything has a purpose, whether it's the smallest plant seeds, the tiniest of insects, or the breeze that we don't pay attention to. By knowing their importance we'll in turn perhaps be able to understand our own place in the world. Your purpose may be to challenge those that stand in your way and become stronger after every battle, but that's not mine."

Both of you charge at the same time, exchanging blows and slashes without relent. Finally, you spot the smallest opening in his defense and takes the opportunity without another thought. You feign an attack, rapidly changing your stance and spinning your sword around to slam the hilt into his chin. As soon as he's dazed, you trip him with your leg and pin him down with your weight while positioning your sword at his neck.

"Even if I don't know where my place is yet, I'll determine my own path. Whatever offer you were going to give me, I ask that you keep it to yourself," you say firmly.

Childe blinks owlishly at you, mouth parting in shock, but then a laugh spill from his lips. "You're truly a force to be reckon with, comrade."

A sound akin to silver bells ringing echo throughout the dojo, and suddenly you feel a zap of electricity coursing through your body. A beam of golden, celestial light appears next to you, shining for a moment before dimming to reveal a Vision.

You look at the Vision in shock, momentarily forgetting about the man pinned underneath you. You reach out to touch it and feel something click into place as a strange kind of warmth envelop you.

Everyone is silent as you get off of Childe, still cradling your Vision in your hands with disbelief written all over your face. But it doesn't take long for the other students to begin cheering, some even coming over and clapping you on the back in congratulation. Your father pats you on the shoulder and say how proud he is of you.

You let out a chuckle at the incredulity of it all, never thinking that one day you'll be in a possession of a Vision yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Kazuha was there during the later parts of your fight, his eyes following along and a hand hovering over his sword just in case something happens.

When he sees that you've received a Vision, his eyes become round with surprise, but a few seconds later a smile tug at the corners of his mouth at your wonder-filled expression.

He was just about to go over and congratulate you when someone else beats him to it.

He zeroes in on the tall, ginger man as he slings his arm over your shoulder as if he wasn't ready to kill you just a few moments ago. The smile turns into a barely discernable frown, his stomach twisting against his will and eyebrows twitching when Childe pulls you closer while laughing.

"Would you look at that, who would've thought you would get a Vision from fighting with me! Remember to think of me when you tell others of this day, comrade~", "Shut up, Childe."

You push him away in mild annoyance, face brightening when you spot Kazuha.

"Kazuha! When did you get here?", "Not long, (Y/N). You were incredible, by the way. And congratulations on gaining a Vision.", "Thank you." Your cheeks grow warm at his compliment. "We're all getting dinner to celebrate, you can join us if you want."

He shakes his head. "No, I don't want to intrude. But if it's possible, can I have some of your time when you're done? I have something I want to tell you.", "Of course!"

"Then meet me at Guyun." And before you can even say anything, Kazuha gently gets a hold of your hand and place a soft, chaste kiss on the back of it. "I'll be waiting for you."

Your heart immediately begins pounding erratically, and you feel your face getting hotter by several degrees. "O-okay."

He lets you get back to the others, and on his way out he runs into Childe. The two men lock eyes, subtly sizing each other up. Finally, Kazuha nods and gives a smile before walking away first.

Childe was absolutely sure that the smile held no friendly intent, but instead is so threatening that it acts as a warning, enough to even send shivers down his spine. But who's gonna believe him? After all, it's soft-spoken Kazuha we're talking about.

[insomniamamma]

Hi J, hope you’re doing well and having a good day!! ☺️ I hope you don’t mind, but I have a question for you!

So recently I was reading an article about environmental scientists that were studying the spread of spruce trees over parts of the Alaskan tundra (which is not a good thing, it’s a global warming thing 😬 but I digress) and since it’s the Alaskan frickin tundra they needed to carry weapons with them because BEARS and it made me think of Artichoke from your Prickleverse (as I often do) and what types of jobs she took before she joined Ezra and Cee’s crew. Was she ever the hired protection for some team of interstellar environmental scientists? Or anything similar? Does she have any good stories about any of her old jobs to share? I’d love to hear them if she’s got ‘em!!

Ok, the funny thing about this is that I have family in Alaska, and they are absolutely armed when they go out in the woods. Gun rights are a big deal up there because you might casually encounter a goddamn grizzly bear while you're out walking your dog. Most maulings happen because someone surprises a mother bear and her cubs. The best thing to do is to either talk or sing while hiking where you know there are bears. If they hear you they will go out of their way to avoid you. Also, bear-spray is not like mosquito repellent. You spray it at the bears and not on yourself. It's basically industrial strength pepper spray.

i've written this little ficlet as an answer to your ask.

Screaming Mimis: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

a/n: part of the Prickle 'verse AU. Inspired by @the-blind-assassin-12 's ask. This takes place probably around the same time as "Clean Dirt." AS with everything in this AU it can stand alone. You don't need to read everything else to enjoy this one. "Artichoke" is the reader character's nickname. We get a flashback to one of her first jobs.

Warnings: drug use, mentions of scary animals, mentions of hallucinogenic drugs, a bit of tension but no real danger. Artichoke needs her own warning.

         Nights on Ceris are long. You've been pacing the perimeter for what has to be hours while the rest of the crew are harvesting sacs of triproot venom under the glare of the light towers, in what looks more like field surgery that any mining operation you've ever seen. Clamps and laser cautery and syringes and equipment you can't make any sense of. We didn't hire you to gawk, keep an eye out for rock-cats like you're being paid to do. Nasty buggers, Whelan told you when you signed on for this drop, they've got venomed claws, paralytic. They tear you up some and then crunch you down alive.

         Your hands sweat on the railer. Between Whelan's description and the tabs of stim gum you crunched you are vibrating with pent up nervous energy. A high-pitched gibbering wail pierces the night and you aim the railer at the sound, pulse pounding behind you eyes. Another wail threads through it, from someplace above and behind, this time much closer you turn again at this time the sound rises from everywhere, almost human and that makes it somehow worse and then you realize that some if it is human. Underneath all that terrible wailing your crewmates are laughing at you. Whelan, you shit. You didn't tell her? Sorry, Greenhorn, I guess I forgot to mention the screaming Mimis.

         A familiar, high warbling wail splits the night. Ezra and Cee freeze, hunkered over the carefully exposed triproot tendril, a long, pale fleshy root covered in bulbous sacs of weakly glowing blue liquid. Ezra and Cee wear heavy gloves up to their elbows and face shields. Triproot, cause it trips you up? Cee had asked. Ezra had laughed, triproot is so named because exposure to the gel causes extraordinarily vivid hallucinations. They use a purified and refined version to treat diseases of the mind.          "Ezra what the fuck was that?"          "I don't rightly know--" A second cry joins the first. You idly check the charge settings on your railer, trying not to smile, but unable to help yourself. It's so rare that you've been somewhere Ezra hasn't, that you know something he doesn't. You want to enjoy this. The chorus of cries wells all around.          "Kevva's sake woman! Shoot! Shoot!" You look at Ez and his eyes are big and round as saucers and you lose it. His face shifts from scared to befuddled and his confusion is even funnier. Cee rolls her eyes and goes back to harvesting. Ezra is still staring at you. The wall of sound collapses, followed by a raft of chittering.          "Those aren't rock-cats, Ezra, they're just Screaming Mimis."          "What the hell is a Screaming Mimi?"          "They're little scaly guys," you say, and even as you explain, the wailing starts up again, just the one at first, but you know the second will follow and then the others, "Lizards, I guess. About as long as your hand."          "You're telling me some little lizards are making all this ruckus?"          "Yep."

         What the fuck is a Screaming Mimi? Little green lizards that live in the trees, said Whelan, good eating if you can catch a few. Bullshit they are, says Aersa, unless you like chewing on a bunch of little tiny bones. Whelan claps you on the back. When the Mimis go quiet is when you've got to worry about rock-cats. And lay off the stims before you shoot yourself in the foot.

          "Why didn't you tell me?"

         "I figured you knew." Ezra narrows his eyes at you, but he's still smiling, an expression of mock outrage that finds you smiling back.

         "Are they gonna do this all night?" Asks Cee.

         "Yeah. It's always the same pattern," you say, "One starts yelling and then another and then the whole group joins in."

         "That is obnoxious," says Cee. You shrug.

         "You get used to it."

[p-antomime]

tonight i don't want to be her.

— minors dont interact.

— wc: 4,6K

content + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!katsuki, soft dom!kirishima, degradation & worship, food play (implied) fingering, oral (female & male), daddy kink (for both of them bye), unprotected sex, a lot of teasing, breeding kink, masturbation (male), spitting, choking, creampie, dacryphilia, the reader is a bit naive but there are no dub-con, orgasm denial, anal, DP, mfm, threesome, corruption kink.

pairings: bad boy!bakugō katsuki x fem!reader x bad boy!kirishima eijirō

— note: everyone here is aged up! and this is HEAVLY inspired by the dinamic bad boy x good girl.

It was difficult to reconcile her life in two parts. In fact, just saying "difficult" is not enough. It was undoubtedly tiring, extremely exhausting. During the day at the university, Y/N tried her best to be a student above expectations, her friends knew it and her professors knew it, but during the night, and this was exactly where the problem lay, you became just the silly girl that Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki liked to play with. The problem was: they kept distracting your attention from your classes even during the afternoon and daytime periods, even though the three of you had all the time in the world after midnight.

You only met them during the night, or at most on the sly during some Saturday or Sunday afternoons, because your parents simply didn't like them. Bakugou Katsuki, with the black leather jacket that he almost always wore during university days and had a terrible reputation, and Kirishima Eijirou, who had insatiable habits and hardly ever did not have a wicked smile on his lips. To be honest, you were surprised to say the least when you noticed their undue glances at your silhouette one day months ago, just a string of glances at you was all it took to leave you breathless from the shame of attracting the very attention of the two people you least wanted to get involved with on the entire campus.

And that same day, Katsuki managed to corner you in a college hallway as you were about to meet Mina and Momo in front of the institution for the typical "girls' night out" you all always had on Fridays. He asked "why you didn't walk him home tonight" that day because he "might make you forget the good manners your father had taught you", your first reaction to his words was to cringe against the wall and feel your cheeks heat up as your mouth opened and closed a few times without actually letting any words out through your lips because your brain wasn't working properly. Seconds later, Kirishima caught up with the two of you in the hallway and put his hand on Bakugou's shoulder, pushing him aside and telling you to "not care too much about that guy", but the cocky smile on the redhead's lips indicated that he was enjoying having his friend corner you like that.

"Leave me alone!", was the first thing you vocalized before trying to push Katsuki by the shoulders and being repositioned against the wall by the same blond man, who took your face between his hands and pulled you dangerously close, his face inches from your own. "Why don't you give me a kiss and I'll think about leaving you alone for the rest of the week?", he would ask next. And, perhaps, on that fateful evening you would have found yourself sandwiched between Kirishima and Bakugou with your head spinning and one's lips glued to yours while the other's mouth was exploring your neck. To this day none of you three can tell how anyone ended up finding them in that theoretically public place that was easily accessible to the other students. But, anyway, the central point is: neither of those two men kept their promise to leave you alone for a week, in fact, quite the opposite: not a few times they both cornered you on one of the many bookshelves in the library and explored your body with such agility that it seemed they knew you better than you knew yourself.

Because of this, the hidden encounters with those two delinquents became strangely routine, Y/N came to enjoy having them run their hands over her body. The relationship remained theoretically secret, but no other boy could even look at you that Katsuki took the liberty of going to pick a fight with him or Kirishima put his arm around your waist, although you didn't feel inclined to go out with any guy other than one of them.

Anyway, all this brings us to the present moment: you, in your beautiful summer dress with the hemline just beyond your knees and your shoulders covered by his short, slightly puffed sleeves, and them, both wearing clothes in shades infinitely darker than yours. When you saw them arrive at the ice cream parlor where they had arranged to meet, your mind realized that, after months of insistence, Katsuki had managed to convince Kirishima to buy a leather jacket. And now the two of them were arranging to go out together in those jackets that brought out the intimidating auras of the two of them. You looked them up and down and raised one of your eyebrows when Eijirou stopped in front of you expecting a good critical remark:

— Do you want me to compliment you?

— Of course, babe, don't I look great? — Kirishima asked, opening his arms to wrap them around your body in a tight hug before Bakugou pushed him aside and planted a kiss on yours lips.

— You both look beautiful. — You complimented them, not containing a kind smile.

— Damn, do we look good? You look like a doll. A pretty doll. — Katsuki pulled her arms away from in front of her body to get a good look at her silhouette covered by the summer dress before leaning down to whisper in her ear. — I would love to break my favorite toy. — And then Kirishima pushed you aside to regain your attention and guide you to place your order at the ice-cream counter.

— What do you want, dollface? — He asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and watching you scan the glowing display of the ice cream parlor with various flavors.

— Can I have a frozen yogurt? — You asked excitedly as Bakugou stood beside you and also looked at the panel of options. — That flavor? — His pointer pointed to one of the flavors.

— Of course. — Kirishima flashed a bright smile before motioning for you to go sit at one of the tables while he and Bakugou finished their orders.

A few minutes after the two of them finished that and sat down one on each diagonal of you, the three of you began to eat your respective ice cream orders. You were too busy feeling the savory taste of your frozen yogurt invading your tongue to care about the massive, suffocating attention of those two men on your figure. It wasn't as if you were trying to tease them using food or anything of that nature, your mind was too naive and carefree to even care or bother trying to do anything of the sort, but their two eyes were still fixed on your tongue licking at the remnants of the frozen yogurt and the plastic spoon. They looked at each other momentarily for a few seconds before refocusing their attention on you.

You certainly looked like a doll to them and the urge to break you, to destroy you, was immense. Katsuki ran his eyes down your neck and up to the height of your cleavage trying to push away the thoughts that filled his mind relentlessly while Kirishima now watched your tongue run across the lower lip to get some of the dessert that had remained there after a spoonful. Neither of them wanted to be the person interrupting Y/N’s fun eating frozen yogurt, even if they were turned on by a simple image that didn't even have sexual content because you looked so immersed and excited eating it. They wanted you to have your own fun, because only after four months of the three of you sneaking around together did the two of them manage to convince you to try to have something more serious simultaneously.

Because of this, the most they did at that moment was exchange suggestive glances with each other with Eijirou proposing to go take the disposable utensils from the ice cream parlor to the nearest dumpster just so he could take a deep breath without having you ask him why he looked tense. In the minutes he stayed away, Katsuki literally couldn't look away from your face and inevitably you felt shy.

— I-Is there something on my face? — You asked.

— Just beauty. — He answered, and you coughed to disguise your embarrassment. — You're always so easy to tease, you're definitely too good a girl. — One of your eyebrows lifted and your frown creased slightly, it was obvious that Katsuki didn't take you seriously when shame overwhelmed your logical reasoning; which happened more often than you'd like to admit.

— You are always teasing me as if I were a child.

— You have the logical capacity of one. — Katsuki cracked a sideways smile because he knew that, even though you weren't serious, you would try to act brave as if you didn't know your place as their babygirl. And then you stuck your nose to the side with a false air of superiority and looked away from the blonde's figure trying to appear uninterested in the conversation. — C'mon, you know you're a good girl for both of us, you don't have to act like you're not.

— Maybe tonight I don't want to be a good girl. — You muttered, and Bakugou pretended not to have heard you as soon as Kirishima returned to the table.

— What do you want to do now, princess? — He asked you, arching his eyebrows.

— Can we go to the park and then to the cable car? — You asked, and smiled sweetly when you saw the red-headed man nod positively.

And so you all spent the whole afternoon together and the two men almost forgot the image of you slurping frozen yogurt hours before. Almost. Because right after you got off the cable car and were walking out of the park, Katsuki came up with the idea of having you sleep over at his place and in case your parents asked about it, you could easily ask one of your friends to cover for you with a blatant lie. He hated the fact that your parents were controlling and he didn't have enough freedom to do whatever he wanted, you were ready to refuse his offer, but Kirishima looked over one of Bakugou's shoulders at you with a glint of hope and maybe you felt bad that you were about to disappoint him. Besides, you had stated hours before to the short-faced blond man that you didn't want to be a good girl that night, so nothing could be fairer than to live up to your words.

— Right. — Y/N responded by picking up her cell phone and texting Momo to ask her to confirm the lie that was about to be sent to her mother, it was clear from Katsuki's arched eyebrow that he had been surprised by her sudden move, but no complaints were heard.

Soon after this, you were all walking side-by-side with Kirishima talking to you about a new college project that he was having trouble getting started on because no one in his group seemed to be in the mood to give ideas for the project begins to be drafted. At times, Bakugou would make sour remarks to which neither you nor the redhead paid much attention because you were used to the blond's explosive temperament.

Eventually, the three of you arrived at Katsuki's house and Y/N rushed to his room after removing the shoes that were starting to hurt her feet only to throw herself on the owner's spacious bed. As Bakugou closed the front door of the residence, Kirishima followed you in and as he heard a grunt of pain come from your lips, he looked at you worriedly and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him kneel down beside you on the bed and search with his eyes for any injuries on your body. His genuine concern, a man dressed from head to toe as if he were a delinquent, which in fact he was, made you smile faintly.

— It's just my feet that hurt. — You said, returning to lying completely flat on the bed.

It didn't take long before Eijirou turned your body toward him with a rustle coming from your dress and the sheets of the bed beneath you, and put his hands on your feet to begin massaging them gently.

— Kiri, you don't have to do that, I bet after you take a bath they will feel better. The pain will go away. — You tried to move your legs away from him simply because you didn't want to give him a hard time, but Kirishima grabbed your ankles firmly.

— Relax, let me make you feel good. — The redhead replied before pressing his fingers back down on the sore soles of your feet.

Katsuki looked at the two of you curiously after entering the room and arched an eyebrow to hear you grunt with relief as you felt Kirishima's fingertips squeeze all the right spots that needed to stop hurting.

— Oh, our doll has a sore body? — The blond one asked, sitting down on the bed in a position exactly behind you and lifting your body to pull your back against his chest. — We should help you feel better, shouldn't we? — You didn't have to turn around to know that the two men were exchanging suggestive glances.

While the blond man's hands were massaging your back and shoulders with a much firmer and rougher touch than the other boy's, the redhead's were roaming yours legs and feet. Instantly your hand grabbed his hair and pulled it without too much force with an anxiety and excitement growing inside your core as Bakugou glued his lips to one side of your neck and began to leave bites and sucks in that area. Sneakily he closed one of his wrists around your neck to keep you still in place before whispering in your ear:

— Legs spread, slut. — And instantly you spread your legs and Kirishima readily stood between them with his hands squeezing your inner thighs with his eyes fixed on your covered pussy that was beginning to wet the bottom of your panties.

— Our princess is so cute, she gets excited with so little. — The redhead lifted her dress and spread her legs wider. — Can you hold them open for me, darling?

— Y-Yes, daddy. — You replied, feeling the hand around your neck increase its grip.

— Don't treat that cheap slut like a princess, she doesn't deserve you to go easy on her. — Katsuki complained through his teeth, biting your shoulder lightly as his other hand slid up your breasts to cup them over the fabric of your dress before he started to take off all yours clothes.

— What? She's been a good girl all day. — Kirishima planted kisses all over your pelvis and made you build a growing arousal that unleashed you trying to thrust your hips toward his face to demonstrate where you needed his mouth, soon after enjoying watching you whimper he got rid of your panties and licked his lips slowly as he could fully visualize your pussy.

— But she doesn't want to be a good girl tonight, she told me. — Bakugou replied.

— Is that correct, babygirl? — The red-haired man asked, lifting his gaze to her face before running his fingers over her intimacy slowly spreading his liquids over the area.

— Yes, d-daddy. — You replied, feeling suddenly embarrassed by Kirishima's appraising glance at you.

— What a dirty girl you are, babe. — He responded by pressing his thumb against your clit before beginning to circle it. — Why don't you be harder on her today, Katsuki?

— I would love to be harder on her today. — Katsuki didn't hide a wicked smile before he suddenly stepped out from behind you and fetched something from the drawer of the tiny table beside the bed.

— Do you think you can handle two at once inside you, dear? — Kirishima asked before reaching inside you eager to have something stretching your walls and earning loud moans from you in response.

— Of course she can, she's always thinking with her cunt instead of her brain, that's why she's my favorite fucktoy. — Bakugou retorted returning to the bed now with a lubricant with which he licked his fingers in abundance while his other hand left your body lying on its side for both he and Eijirou to have full access to their intimacies.

— Can you, babe?

— I can, daddy. — You breathlessly replied not knowing whether to focus on Kirishima's fingers moving faster and faster or Bakugou's slowly teasing your ass.

At the same time as the redhead curved his fingers inside you, the blond slowly entered your anus. Hearing you moan in pain and discomfort, even though it wasn't the first time the three of you had attempted double penetration, Eijirou leaned over your breasts and wrapped his lips around them to at least try to distract you from the momentary invasion by Katsuki, who didn't waste much time before inserting another finger inside you and grunting at the massive way your insides squeezed them.

— Relax, babygirl. — The redhead whispered against your breasts widening your pussy at a momentarily slower pace. — We've been over this, haven't we? Breathe in and out, I'm here for you. — Wet kisses were deposited against her arms and belly calmly.

— Damn, she's always so tight. I could fuck her for hours without getting tired. — Katsuki used his other hand to pour more lube over his fingers after removing them almost completely from her tightest hole and a moan of the mixture of pain and pleasure coming from you echoed through the room.

For a few minutes, both men stopped moving their respective fingers inside you and Kirishima used his thumb to make circular motions against your clit to make your discomfort dissipate more quickly. Gradually your body tried to move against their palms to get more pleasure the liquids from your pussy began to cover Katsuki's fingers as well as they slowly moved in and out of the narrow interior of your pussy. It was a dirty sight, and the three of you couldn't be more addicted to it. The moment the redhead leaned in to take your lips with his in a messy kiss filled with moans coming from you, the blond began to move inside you faster and eventually introduced a third finger.

— You're such a greedy girl, you cheap slut. I wasn't wrong in saying that you're always thinking with your cunt. — Katsuki grunted feeling more and more turned on by the mind-blowing way you were pressing yourself against his fingers, he could easily cum in his pants at that very moment.

Before they both pulled away from your body and left you frustrated without being filled with their fingers, the two men repeatedly brought you dangerously close to orgasm. They were edging you. Kirishima liked the way your body contorted several times and how extremely vulnerable you seemed before the two of them in those moments when the only things present in your mind were the need to cum and the image of the two men you loved, Bakugou liked simply watching you silently begging for them, he liked the feeling of complete power over you.

As soon as those fingers left you completely empty, they switched positions with you on the bed so that now Eijirou's face was between your legs holding them wide open, almost painfully, and his lips brushed against your inner thighs and drooling pussy in wet kisses and short licks, meanwhile Katsuki was getting rid of his own clothes and pulling his face closer to your pelvis.

— I guess you're not stupid enough not to know what to do, huh? — Bakugou asked after wetting your lips with his precum and letting a slight moan escape at the almost purely innocent way you were staring at him.

He wanted to wipe that look off your face, wanted to absolutely destroy you until your legs buckled, and the only thing keeping him from doing that was Kirishima's restrained behavior, which insisted on pushing you further and further into the abyss of climax by licking and sucking you as if you were the tastiest meal he had tasted in years. When you opened your lips to let your tongue brush against the pink tip of Katsuki's cock, he didn't hesitate to put his hands on the back of your neck to pull your head back for the sole purpose of making you open your mouth wider and shove himself all the way inside, obviously making you choke against him. The image of you choking on him always made him moan in a husky voice that sent shivers down your back and, willingly or not, made you wetter.

By now, Eijirou, besides continuing to smear himself against yours folds, was busy moving his own hand against his cock at the sight of his friend's member slipping in and out quickly between your lips because maybe, just maybe, he felt aroused by the rough way Bakugou treated you. It was erotic enough to make him moan against your pussy and send vibrations through your insides that brought you closer and closer to not being able to take any more of the orgasm denial that the two of them were giving you.

Slowly tears appeared in the corner of your eyes from the effort of concentrating on not cumming without permission and from Katsuki fucking your face with the tip of his cock managing to reach the back of your throat. Kirishima raised his eyes to you and pulled away from your pussy only to open a satisfied smile.

— You're doing so well for him, baby. — You moaned in response against the cock inside your mouth, feeling a trickle of saliva run down the sides of your lips. — You're ready for us, aren't you? — This time Bakugou withdrew and let you answer, but your throat felt not exactly sore, but extremely dry, so because of that your only response was a repetitive, positive head movement, to which Kirishima leaned over your body and placed a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. — Great, babygirl.

And then, after that, Kirishima leaned back against the headboard while Katsuki, after giving you a light kiss on the lips, took you in his arms to sit you down on the redhead's body, bent down to open the drawer of the bedside table to get a condom and stood behind you on his knees. One's hands were gripping the back of your thighs to keep your legs open and the other's were spreading your ass. And obviously Bakugou, after sliding the condom over his cock, wanted to be the first to enter you, it was some kind of pride he had and you and Kirishima were not complaining. But, unlike the first time the three of you tried double penetration, the redhead didn't wait until the blond was completely inside your ass before suddenly lowering your body against his dick.

And it was exactly at that particular moment that your body definitely couldn't take the denial of orgasm that was being given to you and let the tension drain out of you. You literally came with only a previous thrust from Kirishima and staggered to be held by the two men. Yours eyes closed tightly and forehead rested against the shoulder of the redhead in front of your as your mind tried to recover from the sudden orgasm she had been waiting so long for, although she was not ready.

— So weak, stupid. — Katsuki spoke against the skin on the side of your neck before withdrawing completely from you and burying himself again, earning a loud moan from you, who were still ecstatic from the sudden earlier orgasm. — I should let you go for the rest of the night just for that, I should make you beg for hours with no end.

— Isn't she pretty like that, right after she cums? — Kirishima asked, putting a hand on your chin to lift your face and open your lips only to spit against your tongue and watch you swallow. — Such a helpful baby, my little pretty girl. — He slid his fingers down your back before landing them on your waist to start moving your body against his and Katsuki's cock.

— You meant my cumslut, didn't you? — Bakugou responded by resting his hands on your shoulders to keep your upper body still so that he could start thrusting against your ass at a gradually quickening pace.

While one was coming out of you, the other was going in. And if your body was ecstatic from the previous orgasm, now you are already beginning to approach your next climax. Katsuki's firm hand hooked around your neck squeezing you with reasonable force and arching your back to make your head fall back slightly, this brought your breasts dangerously close to the face of the other redheaded man, who as he began to thrust inside you with more force put his mouth around one of your breasts to suck and bite it.

Bakugou looked at you for a few brief seconds before he opened a smug smile and put the thumb of the other hand that was resting on your shoulder over your lower lip to make you open your mouth a little wider. And then he let a trickle of saliva fall from the tip of his tongue onto yours, which you promptly swallowed and earned a kiss on the side of your neck as a form of reward.

— Dirty daddy's girl. — Katsuki whispered close to your ear before resuming his focus on moving his hips against your ass calibrating his own rhythm to Kirishima's so that you were never totally empty.

Your moans were being completely absorbed into the psyche of the two men sandwiching you, you could feel each of the two of them twitching against your walls and it was obvious that your second orgasm was fast approaching. The three of you were making an immense mess on that bed, your liquids mixing with Eijirou's soiling the sheets and making the inner side of your thighs totally wet. Kirishima pulled his mouth away from your chest to leave bite marks on yours collarbones before speaking:

— I should breed you, hm? — You couldn't think straight with the two of them moving around inside you at the same time. — You'd love me to fill you up completely, wouldn't you? I bet you would, my girl loves to be filled with cum. — The redhead squeezed your waist tighter to hold you in place and he and the blond began thrusting harder against your walls, reaching deeper inside you.

And now there was no longer even a thread of your voice, you were too hoarse. And they couldn't be prouder that they were the people who had made you reach this level of promiscuity.

As you came and staggered against the redhead's body in front of you with violent spasms running through your legs and back, Bakugou was the first to ejaculate into the condom inside your ass, and he slowly withdrew from you to lie down with rapid breathing beside Kirishima, who painted your walls with his cum and, as he left, used his fingers to shove the white liquid inside you for a few more minutes before leaving you lying on the bed. Broken, destroyed was little to explain how Y/N was now.

— Would you like cuddles? A bath? — Eijirou asked after normalizing his breathing as much as possible and Katsuki looked at you intently, although he didn't say anything.

— Cuddles, p-please. — You replied, your body still trembling a little, and you were hugged on each side by one of them.

And then your cell phone rang, the sound coming from the floor because it had fallen as soon as Kirishima and Bakugou's hands had started exploring your body earlier that day. Was it your mother, furious? Yes, definitely.

[nevereverlandboys]

Different Pulses 

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After Pan gets defeated, Y/N and Felix live together in Storybrooke with the "heroes". They both don't get along and seem to avoid each other, until the "heroes" need to leave them alone to save Henry from another threat. Will Y/N get along with the cold, distant boy?

Part: (1/?)

@madd-devil

This story is heavily inspired by "When it's cold" by:

@the-original-weirdo-83

@peter-pan-on-neverland

Y/N's eyes wandered through the small room, from the small bed to the huge window, stopping at the small drawer underneath it, before finally stepping further in. The walls were dyed light blue and besides a big clock and a flat screen they were empty. There was nothing unusual with this room, nothing really striking and yet it still felt a little strange. She walked forwards and ripped the dark curtains away, opening the window to welcome the golden sunlight into the room, warming her skin. The air smelled different and even the birds chirped in another tune. It seemed as if this world was quieter than the other, less dangerous and more welcoming. For a moment Y/N was soaked into the moment and drifted off into her thoughts, as suddenly some cursing in the next room ripped the girl out of her thoughts. With an annoyed snarl, she rolled her eyes and let herself drop onto the small bed, trying to ignore the sounds that probably came from the grumpy former second in command. After all, he still did not like being taken from Neverland, as he found himself with Y/N in a new home in Storybrooke. He still did not fit in and fought with everything he had to integrate. The second in command was stubborn and feisty, hot-tempered and constantly in a bad mood. Felix had barely granted Y/N a smile since they came off the Island and after he was brought into Mary Margaret's and David Charmings flat, everything went worse. The lost boy usually locked himself up inside his room, stayed there until after dinner to grab himself the leftovers, before vanishing back behind the wooden door. He never seemed to understand the technology around him, not even trying to understand it, but getting angry instead if it did not work out like he had imagined it to.  Y/N on the other hand, found herself in a healthy relationship with her hosts real quick. They took it as their own responsibility to take both of them in, after Pan was defeated. Felix, because he was the most stubborn boy that would never find his peace in an orphanage and Y/N, because she was the only girl next to Wendy that lived with the lost boys. After all this time on the island, she found herself being close to Henry as well. The small, young boy was like a little brother to her, making the girl laugh and joining her whenever Mary Margaret would allow them to go out. She was a careful woman and even though she trusted Y/N, there was no reason for her not to be cautious. Also Y/N suspected Mary  not to act like granting the girl a privilege while Felix was still being guarded. 

Another loud yell from behind those walls disturbed the girls' peaceful daydreams once more, so she grabbed the pillow and pressed it over her head to muffle all the sound, trying her best to ignore everything around. It was a day too pretty for this and Y/N only wanted to relax, but not a few minutes of delightful silence later, she heard a knock on the wooden door. Moving her body properly under the sheets, she faced the door and mumbled just loud enough,"Come in."

The door swung open and revealed the former second in command's worried face, his sweaty hair hung down his face and he breathed so loud that the girl could literally feel anger flooding in the room. The atmosphere turned immediately tense and the room seemed to shrink around her with each second passing. Y/N held her breath and raised one eyebrow in confusion, trying her best to hide her insecurities behind a questioning look, as the lanky, blonde boy's eyes pierced her urgently. 

"Where is the little rat?" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. 

"The ra-" She started confused. "Oh."

Henry.

"He took my cloak." Felix raged. "Where is the bastard, so I can smite him!"

"It's in the laundry." Y/N interrupted him before Felix would even try to hurt Henry and give him the fault for her doings. She found it in the bathroom and washed it along with the other laundry. The girl's voice was almost inaudible, well knowing the boy's temper from all the countless encounters with the other lost boys. Felix's eyes twitched and he gritted his teeth as he slowly came closer, one step after another, to close the distance that kept her away from him, the only distance that gave the girl at least a little bit of comfort. Henry could be glad to have to spend the time with the grumpy lost boy on weekends only. How much she envied him.

"What?" He snarled with his face just a few centimeters away from hers and for a moment her mind went blank, the only impulse she felt was to storm out of the room. As she crashed to the door, Y/N did not even bother to look back and swiftly grabbed her shoes and keys before leaving the apartment.  The door swung shut with a loud crash that echoed through every room as Felix swayed back in his own room, every cell inside him questioning why his heart felt so heavy. Y/N was not even sure if the lanky boy bothered to chase after her and if her actions seemed a little exaggerated, but when Felix built himself up in front of her, the girl's heart sank into the bottom of her body and fear overtook her mind. The former lost boy had been cruel to other boys for less than that.

She did not stay out for long, simply walked around the block to get some fresh air and to get some space from the tall boy. Also, because she knew that Mary would be mad if she was not home when the woman returned. The first week did not start well and Y/N let out a frustrated sight as she thought of the future. Mary and David left her alone with him half of the day, having the boy locked up in his room was not consoling though, the fact alone that he was present was enough to make her feel nervous. When she returned to the apartment, Felix was nowhere in sight, so she quickly snuck back into her room, hoping that he would leave her alone for the rest of the day. On the other hand, she had to make sure that he would not hurt Henry, the poor boy did nothing wrong. For a moment Y/N hesitated until she decided to get Felix's cloak from the washing line on the balcony. Not a surprise that the asshole did not know it was there, when he never left his room. Still, the girl felt a little curious when she thought of what he might do all day by himself- especially with no understanding of technology. Was he not bored? There was no convincing answer that she could think of and Y/N wondered if she would find out as she strutted with the big cloak in her hands towards Felix's room. She  knocked at the door and immediately regretted it after the previous events. Nevertheless she tried to be brave and push her fear aside, telling herself that the former second in command was not threatening at all.

She knocked again when nothing happened and suddenly some angry footsteps stomped into her direction-, firm and loud, before the tall boy ripped the door wide open, revealing his furious face.

"What the fuck do you want?" Felix growled, the veins of his neck throbbing and his hands pressed so tightly into fists that his knuckles turned white. 

"I-...eh." Y/N stammered nervously and tightened her grip onto the cloak. Her eyes widened as she thought, He would not hurt me, would he? "I have your-"

"Keep that!" Felix interrupted her, his words were like poison.

Felix slammed the door shut before  the girl could say another  word, leaving her in the dark hallway with an unsettling feeling inside her guts that something was wrong. But how could she even tell what? Felix never spoke to her that much and it was pretty obvious that he would not do more in the future. All Y/N knew was that the grumpy boy missed the island and that he missed Pan, even though the girl never understood his obedience to the green devil. Peter Pan was manipulative and evil and she was glad he never left Neverland alive. Felix couldn't give her the fault for his loss, she had never helped the heroes and even refused as the only one next to him to say a word. Well, Y/N opened up quicker and befriended the "heroes" after everything they did. It was a saint if she could speak freely about it. The cloak must mean a lot to Felix, or else he would never be this angry, even for a boy who had a tendency to violence-, he never hurt Y/N before. She really hoped he would take it back and overcome his rage. The idea that Felix might only looked for a reason to hate Henry more occured her a few minutes later, but it was an unspoken thought that seemed to be way too assumptious.

"I am sorry about Peter." She moved her forehead onto the wooden door, resting it there for a bit and after a while she watched a single tear drop down onto the ground. Peter was not completely evil, not to Y/N at least and deep inside he was a loss to her as well. There was a short time where Felix seemed to be nice too, back on Neverland just weeks before Peter got defeated. He had shown the girl a flower field and tickled her until some boy's would crossy their way and disturb that lovely moment. It was the first and only time he had ever been close in a comforting way. Since then, Y/N had always hoped to see the boy underneath this rusty shell, but it was all gone since the second he stepped off the boat.

The door stayed closed and she stared at Felix's cloak, wondering what to do with it. When Y/N returned to her own room and snuck underneath the covers, the cloak was still under her arm. It did not smell like Felix anymore. The ticking of the clock was the only sound filling the room, capturing the girl's eyes to check the time- six pm. It was late, almost time for Mary Margaret to come back from work and cook some dinner, and when it was time for Y/N to sleep, David would come home too and Emma would come tomorrow, to bring Henry over for the weekend. Y/N barely saw David. He was always busy with his work in the police station and would get home late in the night. He left Felix and her up to Mary and Emma, which was definitely a hard task thinking of the rebellious boy next to Y/N's room. The man could not stand the former lost boy, the girl had seen it in his eyes when Emma brought her onto the ship, back then,  from escaping Neverland. Felix's emotions seemed mutual and everyone around could sense it. That both of them were separated most of the time, was not so bad after all. Mary Margarett even tried to take it as an opportunity to get to know more about the former lost boy, but all her attempts failed. The boy kept shut, would not reveal his past and barely replied to any of the woman’s actions. It was tiring to watch, quite a show though. It seemed like a boring game of charade, in which Mary kept asking him countless questions and then tried to interpret his annoyed growls as he ate some cereal. Breakfast was a strict rule for him to join and dinner to avoid. 

Y/N rolled over and grabbed her phone, turning some music on to change her thoughts and kill the silence. Even though it was so early, she felt how her eyelids were getting heavy, how she slowly drifted off into sleep, using the cloak as a pillow. Throwing it away was not an option for her, there could always come a time where the former lost boy would demand it back. 

It felt like a whole night when the girl woke up from a strange feeling of someone pulling on something underneath her. Out of reflex, she tightened the grip on the cloak in her arms. The pulling got stronger and when she realised that this was not a dream, she slowly opened her tired eyes.

"I changed my mind." Felix scoffed. "I want it back."

With a mind still dizzy and drunk from sleep, Y/N's sight was still so blurry, that it was hard to catch up and she needed a moment to follow the lost boy's words. He obviously meant the cloak, but why did he make such a fuss about it when he did not want it in the first place? 

"Y/N?" He pronounced her name so carefully when he realised her eyes were closing again. She did not respond. 

The sound of Felix's knees hitting the floor startled the girl out of sleep, finding herself sitting bolt upright in bed, pressing the cloak with widened eyes tightly against her chest. He let out an amused chuckle, grinning from ear to ear. Being fully awake now, Y/N realised why the tall boy was here and she slowly reached her hand forward, handing the boy his cloak over. What the hell did he do in the middle of the night inside her room? Why could this not wait? Her eyes wandered to her phone on the small nightstand-, it was eight pm and winter. It caused the girl to genuinely laugh to herself.

"Sorry for washing it." She whispered meek, avoiding Felix's gaze and dropped her head back onto the pillow before turning  away from him to close her eyes. 

"It's all right." With that Felix quickly made his way back to his own room, the door closing so quick as if he had run.

The next day he kept quiet, did not say a word at breakfast, not even a snarky comment towards Henry who was constantly talking about one of his favourite movies and its heroes. The word 'hero' usually was enough to make the former lost boy explode. Not this time. His steel like eyes were glued onto his bowl as he ate in silence. Later he would sit in the living room, watching some TV that Henry forgot to turn off and would not even complain when Y/N joined and switched the channel. For a moment she felt his eyes burning on her skin. When she met his gaze, the former lost boy rose to his feet and walked away, slamming his door to confirm he was in his room now. Felix was strange and not the friendliest boy for sure. Still, Y/N had the feeling that there was more behind his behaviour that he would let her on and that he exaggerated an act. Mary would give her some tasks over the time like getting the groceries, which she would really appreciate doing, since it was a great way to get out. Y/N and Felix were no prisoners of course and the cold of the thick snow creeping in from the outside would keep her under her covers anyway. There never has been snow on Neverland. It was entirely strange and yet so familiar, waking a nostalgic feeling inside the girl. When Y/N found her way to the grocery store, there was no one to harm her and she had all the time she needed to wander through the different Isles and shove anything she liked into the shopping cart. There were no lost boys with spears and torches, that would hunt the girl down until her feet would bleed. No Pan that played his dangerous, manipulative games, that only entertained him in a twisted, sadistic way,  satisfying him, that it could already be a kink. 

It was freedom. 

The good snacks from the store disappeared immediately inside the drawer, keeping it safe from Henry or Felix. Both had the tendency to steal Y/N's food. She would often cook for herself, learning new skills since there was nothing else to do anyways. As soon as Mary returned, the girl hoped she would bring some more groceries, but she got disappointed. The snow held her off too long, the mood to go into the supermarket was simply gone and Y/N could understand that.

"You can go with Henry." She smiled and grabbed herself something to drink from the fridge. 

"When will he be here?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited for an answer. The short haired woman slowly turned around, her face seemed to be frozen in an unbelieving, perplexed and slightly fearing frown.

"Isn't he here alr-" She stopped and both of their heads shot into the same direction when a key was put inside the front lock, turning and unlocking the door. The girl expected the young boy to get home, instead, Emma stormed into the apartment, shortly followed by David and the girl already saw on their faces that something was wrong. Mary let go of what she was doing and closed the distance between them with quite some concern on her face.

"They took Henry!" Emma bursted out, her eyes searching the room as if her son could just hide somewhere and would just magically appear any moment. She looked full of hope. David gently rubbed her back and told Mary to get her things. They always seemed to find trouble and now Y/N finally understood what Felix meant, when he once claimed that their hero being was only a facade and they were the true danger. Were they? Henry was gone and that was because he was so important to these women.

"Who took him?" Y/N asked worriedly.

"Stay out of this, you are not a part of this." Emma ignored the question and  gently shoved the former lost girl out of her way to get her keys. She ripped the door wide open and jumped down the hallway without bothering to close it, expecting the others to follow quickly. 

"We will get Henry back." Mary turned to Y/N, trying to comfort her by holding her hands. "You don't have to worry."

It was not the young boy she worried about and the short haired woman knew that. With a quick glance back to Felix's closed door, Y/N gulped and immediately shook her head.

"I can come with you!" She protested at the thought of being all alone with the former second in command.

"No," Mary said and sighted. "I need you here."

Her gaze wandered off to Felix's door again and her look grew frustrated. Y/N followed with her eyes and nodded before facing the short haired woman again. She turned to the counter and grabbed her purse to pull out her wallet.  Then she collected all the money she had and put it in a sugar box inside the shelf. 

"I trust you enough." Her words meant a lot. "Besides, once in a while Regina will check up on you two."

With that, Mary Margaret turned around and gave David a final nod, before both of them left the apartment to join their daughter in the car. As soon as Y/N closed the door behind them, everything went into an uncomfortable silence. There was no single sound instead of the unbearable striking of the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. 

"Great." Y/N moaned quietly. At least they could have told her who took Henry and for what possible reason. The adults would always seem to know better and in this case they decided it would be better to keep Felix and her out of this. Did they really want to leave her out of it, or was Y/N just not to be trusted? Felix would easily try to convince her about that. The former lost boy probably would not  care  at all. It was smart of Mary Margaret to hide some money for Y/N. The fridge was almost empty and she wondered how long they would be away and when she would need food. There was nothing good inside it, nothing appealing, so  Y/N closed the door and strutted back to her room. Dropping into the sheets, she grabbed the remote next to her pillow and turned on the TV. Henry had shown her how to use it real quick as he often joined the girl to play video games. All those years living here and using all these things caused him to always be smarter and it was the first thing Y/N noticed that Felix disliked about him. At the end, there were countless things the scarred up boy hated, but Henry was always the center of his anger. 

With the time passing by, the rumbling in the girl's stomach got louder until her tummy literally screamed for something to eat. Back in the kitchen, there was still nothing  appealing and with a quick glance to Felix's wooden door, she wondered if the former lost boy would like to eat something too. Each step further towards his room felt more heavy and Y/N's stomach turned inside out. The moment her knuckles knocked against the cool wood, she questioned why she even tried to be nice and get along with him. The floor was cold, maybe she should have put on some socks or turned on the heater. There was no sound on the other side of the wood and Y/N started to wonder if Felix was even home, when suddenly some heavy footsteps slowly strutted closer. Felix swayed the door wide open and rubbed his tired eyes, then rested his heavy head on the doorframe. He only wore some grey sweatpants, revealing his scars on his pale chest. The air around the girl thickened and her body heated up at the sight of his messy, sweaty morning hair. 

"Sorry." She mumbled and avoided looking at him. His presence alone caused shivers to run down her spine. "Did I wake you?"

"M-hm." Felix grumbled tiredly, fighting to keep his eyes open. Y/N's eyes wandered back to the open kitchen and its clock. It was four o'clock.

"Are you hungry?"

The tall boy remained silent for a moment, his dull eyes staring at the girl as if he did not understand the question, turned to look at his bed, then slightly nodded with his head as if it was the hardest thing to do.

"I could eat." He spoke with a deep, raspy voice, laying his focus back onto Y/N. Fuck, he sounded so hot, it caught her off guard and left her unable to speak for a glimpse moment. 

"I am ordering food." She said after a small moment. "What would you like?"

Felix pressed his brows together, then lifted one in confusion. "How does that work?" He asked and Y/N chuckled in amusement, feeling how her stiffened limbs relaxed. 

"You choose a restaurant and then decide what you want to eat." She explained and showed the blonde boy her phone. "They deliver it and you pay."' 

"Ah."

Y/N were not sure if Felix was not understanding it, or simply did not like it. He brought his hands up to his arms and rubbed the scarred skin, feeling how cold it was and finally bothered to put on a T-shirt. If Y/N were honest with herself, she liked Felix's exposed back. Muscles danced under tender flesh, as arms stretched upon the ceiling, forward and crooked together, pulling the cotton over his chest. Back on Neverland, Felix always seemed to be violent and rough, harsh to others and never in a good mood. There has not changed much, yet the dangerous, threatening touch was missing since he came to Storybrooke with Y/N. He was bent to new rules now. 

"Pizza." Felix said and stepped closer, closing the distance and bent down to take a glimpse of the menu. "Do they have some?"

Y/N's skin started to prickle when she felt his breath against her cheek and immediately froze in place. Why was he so close? 

"You know Pizza?" She asked unsure, still a little curious. Felix smirked and let out a husky chuckle. "Sure I do."

He walked past her into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, gulped it down, filled another one, gulped it down, but when he repeated that for a third time, the second in command could not finish it and disposed of the remains in the sink.  He turned around to check the time and widened his eyes as he realised how late it already was.

"The days are dark during winter." The boy mentioned with a side-along gaze, as if he knew that she might have criticised him for sleeping that long. Y/N did not know how to respond, but was confident enough to join the tall boy in the kitchen, pulling the chair back and taking a seat at the table. Both of them did not say a word and with each second passing in silence, she regretted sitting there with him even more. 

"Why did you run from me earlier?" The question caught her off guard, she needed a moment to think for the right answer. The girl tilted her head in Felix's direction, his eyebrows were lifted up in a questioning look and he leaned at the counter, waiting for the girl to open her mouth and speak.  He was just curious, not too gruff nor angry. 

"You scare me sometimes." Y/N admitted. "It's like being back in Neverland."

The former lost boy nodded disappointed and shifted his gaze out of the window to hide half of his features as if she would ever be able to read them.

"You really did not like the Island." The boy stated, receiving a light nod as an answer. "Was it so bad?"

"There were no toilets."

Felix could not help but chuckle, a warm genuine smile spread over his face and he nodded his head in agreement when he faced her again. 

"Toilets sure are great." He laughed. "Or warm running water."

Felix pushed himself away from the counter and slendered over to the girl, taking a seat on the chair in front of her. "It took me three days to find out how that works, by the way." He added after a small pause. Y/N could only shake her head in response and give him a brief smile. "Must have been cold."

The tall boy agreed in silence and crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for the food to arrive. He would disappear for a while to go to the bathroom, giving her some space to clear her mind. All she could think about was how beautiful the former second in command looked when he smiled, making her nervous the longer he stayed with her. For a moment, it seemed like he was another person when she was all alone with him. 

"Where are the others?" Felix asked when he returned from the bathroom, pulling the chair around to straddle it. 

"Someone took Henry." Y/N admitted low, not even wanting him to know that, well aware that he would only mock this situation, probably having expected such a thing sooner or later. 

"Hm.’' Felix let out an amused chuckle and gave her a winning smirk, one that said,"Told you so!"

"We're on our own for a while." The girl said, checking her phone for a message from the delivery guy. Not long. Almost here. How the time had passed by.

"I am  fucking happy they are gone." Felix snorted and rolled his eyes."They were such a pain in the ass."

At least they gave him a home and clothes, food and no worries about his current life. That was something and even though Y/N knew how beautiful the Island could be, the former lost boy had not been safe there. None of them were. How could he still be so blinded after all? Y/N wanted to respond but decided to keep her mouth shut. Right at that moment the doorbell rang. Shifting from her seat, Y/N strutted over to the door and opened it, waiting a few moments for the delivery guy to get up the stairs and hand her the Pizza. She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and handed it over to the man before closing the door. The boxes felt hot on her cool hands and the smell of fat, cheese and pepperoni filled the room, making the girl realise how hungry she actually was. Felix's stomach started to rumble when she started to cut her Pizza, so she assumed he did not have any breakfast either. For a moment the girl really enjoyed the boy's company and hoped he would stay longer, but she was also sure that he would take his food and vanish as quickly as he used to do. Yet, Felix never ceased to amaze her. He waited in silence until she was done cutting, then he took the knife and in that moment her fingers touched his, she felt  a quick, electric sensation followed by butterflies rumbling in her stomach. Taking the Pizza, she quickly strutted into the direction of your room to hide her sudden joy, just to be stopped by Felix calling her name.

"Where are you going?"

"Into my room?" Y/N gave confused back ,wondering why he would want her to accompany him all of the sudden.

"Oh- I thought…" Felix sounded disappointed.

"Oh…" Her eyes widened and maybe she sounded a bit too harsh. "I thought you wouldn't want-"

"Nevermind." Felix barked harshly and swiftly vanished behind his own door, not even giving the girl a chance to say another word. Damn, this boy was so sensitive, his mood was constantly switching and Y/N wished to find out why he was always  so pessimistic about everything. Not now, she thought, not now. First she would eat, then she would take care of that matter. 

The boy let out an annoyed sight when he opened his door after Y/N knocked not long after she finished eating. Felix was eating the last slice of his pizza and held the empty box in his other hand.

"Why are you always coming to me?" He snarled.

"I just care about you! For god’s sake! You act so fucking mean since we came here and I wonder why." She raised her voice and knitted her eyebrows together in a serious manner

"Please don't do this." Felix moaned theoretically. "Please don't act as if you cared!"

Felix swiftly turned around and threw the empty box of Pizza aside. His fast movements caused her to flinch a little, but still she managed to remain calm.

"You don't care!" He snarled. "Nobody cares. Just leave me alone."

The tall boy did not need to turn around and give her a final glare, he made it clear that she was not wanted and no matter how much he needed her help, she respected his wishes. Y/N had really no thought to waste about him when she went straight into the bathroom to take a bath that might cool her nerves. That fucking audacity and this childish behaviour, as if Felix really meant what he was saying. They both knew he was not serious and that he was simply lying to himself about his emotions. There was no place for love in his heart after being manipulated by Pan for so long, nor  for friendship. Y/N did not care what the former second in command told himself about their friendship, it all has been a lie and a game for Pan, something to entertain him. It was worthless. His loss meant nothing, still Y/N cared how Felix felt about the betrayal of every former boy.

While she stripped off her clothes, the girl waited for the bathtub to be filled with hot water and bubbles, a metaphorical way to clean her thoughts when diving in. She should rather think about helping someone out and earn some money, so she could afford buying her own things. She splashed the water with her fingers and slowly sank deeper into the bathtub to enjoy the silence. The hot steam filled the room and when her thoughts drove off to something pleasantly, she almost forgot the time. Back in Neverland there was nothing to worry about time, the days were almost all the same and no one was there to rush someone. Things have barely changed in Storybrooke, since there was nothing to do for Y/N and the lanky lost boy, so they needed to find something to kill the time. 

It had been an eternity since the girl had taken a proper bath and maybe it was time to get out, but the hot water remained too tempting for her to step out. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and leaned back, as suddenly a door slammed shut, immediately telling her that Felix was leaving his room again. His slow footsteps definitely made their way towards the bathroom and Y/N realised that she did not lock the door. She did not really forget to lock the door, right? The girl could not recall it and to get out of the water, to check was too late, as she watched agonised how the door handle went down and the door swung wide open, causing her heart to skip a beat. The tall lost boy did not seem to notice her at first, but as soon as he entered the steamy room, Felix froze in place. His eyes widened and his face turned blank. For a long moment, they both stared at each other and Y/N felt relieved that she was at least covered by a thick foam of bubbles. 

"Fuck, sorry...I-" Felix stuttered through half open lips, as if the little sight of a girl's skin was enough to steal his voice. It gave Y/N her confidence back.

"I didn't mean to-" the boy still couldn't open his mouth while his gaze burned holes through her. It took him a moment, but suddenly Felix shook his head to ban whatever he was thinking about and shifted his eyes away, then turned on his heels to swiftly leave the bathroom. 

At least he could have closed the door, Y/N thought as she sunk deeper into the water in embarrassment. Fuck, how in the hell could she forget to close the door? At least he did not see anything, or did he? The whole situation left her frozen in place, unable to think clearly. Y/N did not even dare to step out of the water to close the door, so she just sat there, trying her best to calm down. After a while, the skin of her fingertips were already wrinkled up, leaving a rough touch on her softened skin and she finally thought about getting out of the bathtub. A long time  had passed, since Felix stepped into the bath and now the water was starting to get cold. The girl's eyes searched the room for a towel until she realised that she had washed them and now they hung in the living room. Fuck this shit.

"Felix!" She called him as loud as she could, but there was no answer. The boy did not respond until she called him again.

"What do you want?" His voice echoed through the hallway. She sounded unsure and intrigued. 

"I have a problem."

"Well now you have two." Felix yelled back.

Y/N frowned in confusion and lifted her head.

"How's that?"

"I ain't interested in your first problem."

She let out an annoyed sight and rolled with her eyes and brought her fingers to her forehead, running over her skin in a steady, relaxing movement. Why was he like that? Was it really necessary to always find a way for drama? 

"I don’t have a towel." She whined, hoping for him to bring her one. The grumpy boy did not respond again, an unbearable silence filling the apartment. Felix was there, the girl knew that he was. He had not shut his door yet, so he must be in the living room or kitchen where he would perfectly understand you.

"Felix…" She called him, already giving up that he would come and breaking her mind by finding a way to get past him. "Please."

A few seconds later she heard his footsteps come back again, the wood creaking under his weight and announcing the boy’s arrival. He did not even enter the room, instead Felix threw the towel through the open crack.

"I need to take a piss, so please hurry up!" He said rather cowardly before the footsteps led him away, then shutting the door shut. Y/N did not hesitate and got out of the water as quickly as she could, barely drying her skin before she sprinted into her own room before the former lost boy would cross her way again. 

Why did such things always happen to her? Could it not have been someone else to walk in like Emma or Mary? Of course not, destiny always found a way to punish the girl,- first Pan, now Felix. Nevertheless, the cold boy stayed inside her mind all the time. She dressed herself and got ready to snuck under the blankets. For a while she allowed herself to dream of him cuddling against her back, how his big body would feel like pressed against hers, or maybe even… on top  of her?

NO.

Fuck no, she was not having dirty daydreams of mister cold facade. There was nothing special about Felix, right? Eventually that long scar that ran over his jagged jawline and those blue, stabbing eyes fascinated her. Those  piercing eyes, that were sharp as daggers and intimidating as the gaze of a shark. There was definitely something mysterious about the former second in command, still, Y/N had told herself that she was done with adventures and risky decisions- Felix was definitely one of those,- that she could tell. He was hot, but also the biggest asshole she ever met. The former lost boy kept wandering through the apartment and distracting the girl's dreaming thoughts with each passing second. He would not leave her mind until she fell asleep.

(Next Chapter ->)