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withdenim · 1 month

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I think it’s time I introduce my doomed ancient yuri to the ninjago fandom. I’ll leave the story under the cut if anyone wants to read it 💜 it includes my Wojira backstory and why I draw Nyad as oni

Wojira is the younger, less powerful sister of firstbourne, I think. Wojira and Firstbourne we’re both chill with Oni, but Firstbourne was more Reserved about it . Like, she didn’t enforce weird rules or anything but she also . Didn’t stop her kids from being really awful.

Wojira spent more time with Oni than other Dragons. Even her kids (wind and water Dragons) were sort of weird about it. She didn’t really like the sort of power hoarding attitude of the other Dragons and decided to teach them a lesson about it.

When the first master was born she realized that Oni blood COULD bear elemental magic, and she took in two Oni kids (Nyad and her brother who I made up and haven’t named yet lmao) and gave them wind and water (separately) magic. And the other Dragons were VERY mad about this. They thought it was disgraceful.

They tried to get Firstbourne to banish her . Firstbourne refused and so her kids just all worked together to banish her instead. And sort of gave her a fucked up cursed eternal headache (in the amulets) Whoops . Nyad and her brother followed Wojira into the realm of Ninjago and tried to ease her pain for years but eventually it just sort of broke her mind and she started laying absolute waste to everything.

The FSM goes through his whole story (still figuring out details of it in my headcanons) and comes to Ninjago, desperate for a new home. And Nyad and her brother (I really need to name them DIFNDKFM) are scared of him at first. But he shows them his elemental magic and they realize he’s like them (Oni with elemental magic). And they bond over that and tell him about Wojira. The first master decides to help Nyad convince the Merlopians and Islanders to resist Wojira and hopefully bring peace to the realm.

Over several months they become good friends, and they often calm Nyad’s brother by making beautiful little worlds out of their elemental magic for him. And the FSM promises that one day Ninjago will be safe like these worlds, and they’ll all be able to live there.

And these very very lonely people have made a little family.

Of course, the Oni hunters are sent to track down the FSM, and Mystaké is the first to find them. She announces herself and demands the first master return with her. He begs to stay just long enough to make this world safe for the people there, and she reluctantly agrees when they show her the safe world they’re planning to build. It looks beautiful.

Mystaké joins their efforts, hoping to speed along the process of the first master’s return to the first realm, but she finds herself amazed by their magic and (worse) deeply fond of the little trio. She falls in love with Nyad, and starts letting herself indulge in their hopeful fantasies of a safe world where no one will find them. In this time, Nyad gives the FSM a name of his own to use when they have their safer world. Hajime.

When the preparations are as ready as they’ll ever be, the Battle of Nine Days begins. On the eighth day, Nyad’s little brother (who wasn’t even fighting) is struck near-fatally, and Nyad launches a risky attack to try and end the battle once and for all. It’s unsuccessful, but she realizes Wojira’s weak spot. Like in canon, she merges with the sea, desperate to give the others a chance at the world they’d all hoped for, and hoping that her brother could be saved if the battle ended and he could get proper help.

She knows she should kill Wojira, but she can’t bring herself to. And instead of killing her she decides to take the amulets, and send Wojira into a deep, painless sleep, hopefully eternal.

Hajime is devastated by Nyad’s death, and though Mystaké grieves her as well, she’s a lot more accustomed to death, and watches her go, surprised by the ache in her heart.

The brother lives, but passes on his element very soon after the events of the battle, sick of it’s consequence. Hajime builds the new world and appoints new masters, though he doesn’t know where the water and wind elements went (not his domain). Mystaké never even brings up the idea of taking Hajime back to the first realm again, and protects him from other hunters when she can. Hajime lives a long long time before choosing to pass on and find peace for himself. Mystake lives another thousand years, farming strange enchanted teas, occasionally a companion to Wu and Garmadon.

In Hunted, she confides in Lloyd that if or when she dies, she would like to be sunk into the sea where the battle took place (not that she tells him the story. Just the location), and Lloyd thinks it’s just some weird senile old lady talk. But when she does die at the hands of his father and the Sons of Garmadon in Hunted, Lloyd doesn’t get a chance to row her out until after March of the Oni.

She liked Lloyd. He was a lot like Hajime.

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froot-batty · 7 months

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FINALLY.

lore under the cut! (warning it's uh. it's long)

Because the two of them are very closely entwined, I'll write their backstories as one big thing instead of individually

Bruce Wayne had the life every kid dreamed about. The child of two successful, wealthy, loving parents, his own staff, and the ability to go wherever or do whatever he wanted in the city. Well, with parental supervision, of course. Thomas and Martha, though they believed in Gotham and saw the good in it, also tended to shelter Bruce a bit, just to keep him away from the dangerous parts. Unfortunately this backfired, making young Bruce only want to go into the city alone even more.

Harvey Dent was the polar opposite of Bruce. He grew up in the worst part of the Narrows, with a single immigrant mother who was constantly taken advantage of by their landlord or her various bosses. While she loved him dearly, she couldn't be there all of the time for him (due to her needing to work multiple jobs) or protect him from the horrors going on outside their door. He bore witness to a great deal of traumatic things, and eventually took to leaving his house when his mother wasn't home in order to get a reprieve.

Bruce and Harvey first met when they were very young children, as Harvey was wandering the streets near his home and Bruce had escaped to go and explore the Narrows. They clicked almost instantly; despite the differences in the way they grew up, they both shared the dream that Gotham was, at it's core, a good place (or could be a good place). Harvey eventually introduced his childhood friend (and neighbor) Selina Kyle to Bruce, and they became a tight trio for many years.

Bruce's parents died when he was 11. His grief made his ventures out to the Narrows lessen, but Harvey and Selina would often make trips to Bruce's house to make sure he was okay.

Harvey's mother died when he was 15. She had been sick for years now, and the constant stress of having to work multiple jobs eventually got to her. He appeared to cope with it easily enough, but on the inside, his anger towards the perceived injustice she received would never really fade.

Even as they grew older, and neared adulthood, Bruce's and Harvey's friendship seemed as strong as one could be. At least, that's what Harvey thought, until the moment Bruce completely vanished from Gotham altogether. Bruce's disappearance made Harvey and Selina drift apart, so Harvey in turn poured himself into his studies at college. It would be 15 years until Harvey saw Bruce again, and though part of him wanted to be angry, he was just desperately happy to see his best friend again.

Harvey by then was well into his career as District Attorney, and had aspirations of running for mayor in the upcoming election. Bruce was the one who eventually encouraged him to do it, promising funds and all the help Harvey could need to run his campaign. There was another person planning on running for mayor in the election, one Oswald Cobblepot, but neither of them worried too much about him, at the start.

By this time Bruce had reconnected with Selina as well. Harvey and Selina never could get as close as they were in their childhood, so her instant connection with Bruce began to make Harvey a little worried. A little jealous. He didn't want to lose his best friend again, even if it was to someone who was supposed to also be his friend. Harvey acting weird began to drive Bruce away a little bit, which only pushed him further to Selina, creating a vicious cycle between the two of them.

Well into the swing of the mayoral campaign, Harvey began to...lose it a little bit. He had begun recieving open threats on his life (from Oswald, but he didn't know that at the time, and began to think people were conspiring against him), and his paranoia over that along with everything going on with Bruce and Selina made things up top get worse. By now he was fully distancing himself from his two friends, and started to wonder if they were plotting against him.

Everything came to a head when Harvey was due to make a speech at Wayne Manor. It was only a night or two until the results of the election would be announced, and Bruce had thrown a party in honor of Harvey's campaign (and in the hopes it'd cheer him up). Harvey initially didn't want to do a speech, but Bruce encouraged it, and the District Attorney took the stage.

Unbeknownst to him, Oswald had planned to send Dent a final message - one that would take him out of the running completely.

He paid a man to dress up as a waiter and infiltrate the party. Harvey was in the middle of his speech when Penguin's man ran up to the stage and threw a glass full of acid directly at his face.

This was Harvey's breaking point. Forced to drop out of the race and his mind in tatters, he fully believed that Bruce was in on the plot to take him out, and turned his back both to him and Selina. Where they had bonded over the idea of making Gotham better, this is where they'd fall apart; because Harvey still believes that he can improve Gotham, even if he has to burn the city to the ground to do it.

(Both of them are Bisexual. Harvey also has OSDD-1, which I will probably explain in another post, since this one's way too long)

#do you guys wanna know how long their colors took me #2 hours. individually. so 4 hours in total spent DYING TRYING TO COLOR #AND I DONT EVEN LIKE HOW THEIR REFS TURNED OUT THAT MUCH #yall better like these or im blowing this entire place up (lighthearted)#anyway fucked up toxic twobat supremacy #frootverse #harvey dent #two face #bruce wayne #batman #rogue design #rogues gallery #my art

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jovenshires · 3 months

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endless au edits: the battle of the bands au nobody asked for pt 7

battle of the bands 2024: an honest op-ed by jeremy elder the six entries to battle of the bands 2024 have finally been announced. not only will we be seeing sad men in their 30s's favorite new band the chosen, known for their appearance on the netflix reality show 'up & coming,' but also four other groups who desperately wish they were as famous. this includes: ftc, renowned alternative-indie sad-girl trio; kolivition, known for making the music your mom turns off every time she walks into the room; coventry, the punk girl group equivalent of that pinterest quote 'we are the granddaughters of the witches you could not burn'; and let's do this, who... no, that's it. who? anyway, it's not like any of that really matters, because i've yet to mention the smosh reunion, aka the wet dream of every millenial who asks for a veteran's discount after surviving warped tour. a clear favorite to win, smosh is coming in with an army of fans and a near-decade of experience on these guys. good luck to what little competition they have. in addition, i am thrilled to report that we now know the final lineup of judges. diehard battle of the bands fans - all two of you - will be thrilled to know that rhett mclaughlin and link neal of mythical will be back to judge yet another thrilling year of mediocrity. after winning ten years ago, those guys just won't let go of their glory days. (or maybe it's the other way around. blink twice if you need help, guys.) on the bright side, though, they've also introduced surprise judge jackie uweh. known for being one of the greatest performers of our generation, it will be uweh's first time judging a musical competition. i don't know what she's doing here and i highly suggest that she runs. and runs fast. the three will be the wonderful, charming, and dutifully impartial judges to this year's competition, and definitely will not be just handing it to smosh as a reward for their long-awaited reunion. (because ian hecox definitely wasn't signed onto the mythical label as a solo artist. it's not unfair at all.) finally, the emcee and host of the event will be newcomer to the rap scene, trevor. if that name doesn't ring any bells for you - don't worry, it doesn't for the rest of us, either. the 24-year-old rapper was apparently responsible for mixing the beats on mythical's latest and edgiest album, which, due to the power of nepotism, made him a natural choice for this year's emcee. known for his "meme rap" (i am being so serious right now), trevor auditioned for the battle of the bands but, fortunately, did not qualify. thus, he will not be competing nor, allegedly, performing. though i have my doubts. i reserve the right to run screaming for the hills the moment they hand him a mic. the soundcloud musician (that's right - don't bother looking him up on spotify, you won't get anywhere) will be hosting the battle of the bands and the series of live shows leading up to it. what does all this mean? well, it looks like this year is no different from the last, and predictable set-ups have means to predictable ends. nevertheless, i, your faithful and humble local reporter, will be making the trip to la with an all-access backstage pass in hand and reporting on the entire thing from start to finish. no rehearsal, live show, or, most importantly, complete disaster of a finale will escape my sight. rest assured that you have at least one decent and reliable eye witness to the whole fiasco. tomorrow marks my trip down to la - i'll be reporting live from the road. until then, i bid you adieu. may the best smosh - i mean, band - win.

#smosh #smosh au #fic #rpf #edit #mine*#aued*#au #jeremy #patrick #rhett #link #trevor #jackie #botbau #patrick and jeremy were not supposed to be in this! but alas!#jeremy e/lder do not rot my brain challenge level IMPOSSIBLE #long post

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izvmimi · 1 month

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All Roads Lead to Love? - Chapter II

cw: canon-typical violence. quirk use. oc characters are introduced. reader has a described quirk. Please see additional masterlist warnings! Masterlist

The remainder of the week passes without consequence. This new information about your life doesn’t change anything, because even if you can see the same man on every news channel, you have nothing to discuss and your lives don’t overlap.

Sitting by a couple of teenage girls at a train station and hearing them speculate about Uravity and Deku on your way to work the next day adds particularly to this sentiment. Their longstanding will they won’t they is only part of the reason why you’ve never made your feelings known. Uravity is perfect for him in every way, after all. You just wish they would hurry up and go public, hopefully even get married, so you can stop addressing the niggling feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, all these years you’ve made a mistake.

When you find your way into the clinic, Junko is wide-eyed and excited to hear everything you learned overnight, and you conveniently leave the part where in at least five universes except yours, not only are you not single, you’re romantically involved with Mr. Number One Pro Hero Deku himself.

“Who knocked the first one up? I have to know.”

You eye the Deku bobblehead on her work desk you’d desensitized yourself to, and shrug, pretending you don’t know.

“Any add-ons today?” you ask instead, and disappear into the back room before she can ask you more questions. At least you know what you’d look like if you were pregnant.

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Sorry I can’t make it tonight. Please let me know if you or Iida need anything.

Izuku’s voice to speech has a tendency to make him sound excessively formal, but it’s better than typing in a hurry and having to correct ten individual typos, cursed by clumsy, large hands. He’s rushing to the third out of five meetings today - the unwelcome side effect of being One to Watch (although he wonders at one point he’s simply There given how long it’s been) - and then he’s set for a patrol in a particularly dangerous neighborhood for the evening. He wishes he could trade it, but considering the point of the patrol was less to fight a specific enemy but to show a strong Hero presence, specifically his presence, he’s aware that it must be him.

Ochaco will understand. After all, he’s been with Ochaco at Iida’s bedside most days this week in the evenings given a recent injury, and even if Ochaco won’t say it, perhaps the two do need some time alone. They’d both been reluctant to reveal their affections for each other, given Ochaco’s history with him, but a part of Izuku’s soul understands that this arrangement was probably for the better anyway. While he loved Ochaco dearly, he’d always had the sense something was wrong about them, like momentum having him hurtling in the wrong direction. But there’s not much you can do when one of your best friends proclaims their love for you where everyone can see, and you’re just a high schooler with the weight of the world on your shoulders and then some, and there’s even less you can do when the person you’d long hoped would return your feelings seemed to be preoccupied with someone else.

Either way, years have passed and there are no hard feelings between the trio of friends, and Izuku particularly has simmered down on the prospect of love.

Somewhat.

Just minutes later, a reporter asks him for the third time this month if he and Uravity have considered working as a pair, and he smiles and nods before politely redirecting the question to praising her talent profusely. He understands easily why she’s reluctant to go public with Iida, and wishes desperately he wasn’t in her way.

Perhaps in another universe, if they had ended up loving each other, this aspect of the job would be easier - the media circus would have died out by now; they’d both be able to focus on doing what they chose to do with their lives, which is be Heroes and help as many people as possible.

They’d be able to live quietly.

The reporter then asks if he’s still in contact with most of the people he went to school with. This question takes him aback, and he blinks for a moment as he watches the young woman before him resettle in her seat, eyes hungry for information.

He runs through the list of everyone he’s known. He’s 28 now, and it’s been a decade since he’s graduated from high school. Most of the people he’s known he interfaces with on at least a weekly to monthly basis, save for a select few like Shoto, Katsuki, Iida and Ochaco that he sees almost daily. He admits he hasn’t seen Koda in a while, now that he lives in the forest similar to the Wild Wild Pussycats, nor Jirou who dedicated more of her life to music these days, and then his thoughts settle on you.

He knows what you’re up to, but he hasn’t spoken to you in over a year, despite remembering your last conversation at UA’s 10 year reunion. Brief - you were already slightly tipsy, and you smiled at him, but seemed disinterested in whatever he had to say, almost like you wanted to leave as soon as possible. He’d asked you how your clinic was going, and you’d laughed, the warmth of alcohol deepening the complexion in your cheeks, and said noncommittally, “it’s going,” before turning back to your friends. You’d once been so excited to tell him every thought running through your head, and you’d bounce off ideas for hours, discussing everything from Quirks to biology to society to your hopes and dreams, and after just a few years apart, he received next to nothing.

Leave her alone, Midoriya, is all that ran through his head, after that, and he politely bowed and left.

“Yes, we all help each other out when needed!” he replies. It isn’t a lie. For every one of his classmates, even you. If you called him, he would come to your rescue. Anytime.

When the interview ends, he wishes for a moment that he had the courage to call.

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The last person you could have expected to call you, calls you on a Thursday afternoon, as you make your way out of work, and from his voice, you can tell he’s surprised you actually sought to answer the phone.

“I… uh… wow. Hey.”

“Hey.”

Your cheeks warm, but it’s not love, it’s the nostalgia of several years coming back, and the fact that your high school boyfriend seems flustered to speak to you despite years of lost contact.

“You never changed your number,” Akira says, and you laugh. You can envision him easily, after all social media makes it such that no one truly becomes a stranger, and you know that he’s crinkled he has the same goofy smile on his face that helped you forget all that you’d been through in the Hero course, reminded you that there was more to life than self-sacrifice.

“You didn’t change yours,” you’re quick to reply.

“Touché.”

You can tell he’s grinning now, and it makes your heart light. You’re walking towards the train station and it’s a spring afternoon; you can see lovers hold hands as they walk past you, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve been on a date.

And as if he knows how you feel, he asks you on one.

“The truth is you’ve been on my mind a lot recently.”

“Are you newly single?” you ask. It’s meant to be a playful jab, but you can tell he’s stung when he replies, “Newly isn’t the word for it, but yes, I am single.”

You blow air through your nose, but Akira is harmless. He makes his way around women easily with a silly sort of charm, and being easy on the eyes, but he’s not the type to break a woman’s heart. If anything, you were the one who broke his by ending things when you decided to focus on graduate school.

“Remember how I really liked enka?”

Evenings in the dorm rooms laid side by side with shared headphones come to mind.

“Yeah. Are you famous now?” you tease. He tuts at you, but adds,

“Come to my open mic night on Friday. I’ll buy you sashimi afterwards and we can go drinking.”

You think for a moment that in 5 separate universes, you’re in love with Izuku and maybe you should figure out what that’s about, but in this one, Izuku is nowhere to be found and perhaps it’s more important for you to hear your ex-boyfriend belt ballads and loosen up over sake and sake don.

You think for a moment, and then say, “Sure.”

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There’s probably a social crime involved in inviting your friends to a date, and you can tell Akira’s a bit annoyed about it from the slight scrunch of his eyebrows when he watches you walk into the bar with two of your closest friends flanking your sides. He’s at the front already, and waves at you enthusiastically, and he’s every bit the cute boy from the support class who helped you with your pageant routine (you didn’t win that year, but you placed thanks to him), just sharper in the face, and with longer wavy dark hair.

You wave back, and your friends push you to the front and take their seats in the back. They’d also both gone to UA, and one was in the hero class with you, while the other was a year ahead, in the support class, and recognizes Akira, even if she hadn’t particularly approved of him in the past. She hadn’t exactly disliked him, but you could tell she was less warm when it came to him. Your other friend doesn’t seem to recognize him immediately, turning immediately to order the two of you drinks.

You slip into the open seat beside Akira and he offers you a drink and a rose. It’s cheesy but it makes you smile.

“I’m going to wow you, just so you know,” he promises as he makes his way on stage. You raise your eyebrow, as if to say ‘prove it’ while he skips onto the stage.

And he’s a hit, all flashing teeth and low notes, and you can feel your face warm every time he sings in your direction. He’s always had a beautiful voice, and easily flustered, you look down at your drink, heart thumping.

And then, in a stroke of misfortune (to you), he slips your name into the song, and when you look up at him, he’s reaching a hand out towards you, bidding you to come on stage.

The very idea feels like hell to you. The rest of the bar’s patrons watch you and cheer and you glance at your friends, both of whom are waving their hands to push you on stage. When you look back at Akira, he’s still smiling, but you can feel the tinge of anxiety at the idea of you rejecting him in public. You wouldn’t, would you?

You can’t.

You slowly rise to take his hand, as people clap around you, but before you can take another step, before you can embarrass yourself in front of a room full of people, there’s a deafening sound that comes from your right side that practically stuns you, and shortly after, a forceful blast of air and shattered concrete follows and nearly knocks you off your feet.

The ringing of your ears mutes the abounding screams in the room. Your fortifying Quirk kicked in just in time, so you weren’t thrown that far, but bodies are strewn across the room. You don’t see Akira, and the right side of the room is practically cleared with tables and chairs tossed haphazardly and people scrambling for cover or already unconscious.

Adrenaline rushes through your veins, but you act first. You are a Hero after all, even if you’ve been out of the fray for years. A quick glance lets you know that your friends are already in action, trying to recover a few people thrown over the bar, and you attempt to push rubble off of you and start rescues.

Your Quirk activates again to fortify yourself as you begin to move, but a second, louder explosion occurs, one that does actually knock you off your feet, destroying part of the foundation of the building. The ceiling starts to cave in just above you - you’ve always had the best luck - and you’re too slow to move before it all comes crashing down.

You put yourself into a protective huddle, hopeful for your Quirk to minimize your damage, but never feel the pain of falling wreckage.

“... Hi.”

Says Izuku Midoriya, hovering over you and shielding your body from harm with a piece of the ceiling held carefully in his hands.

The love of your life in at least five universes and your current savior.

Your eyes meet and hold firmly.

“Hi, I-Izu.. Deku.”

Time seems to slow to a stop for a moment, then comes back up to pace when you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your lungs suddenly burning in demand of oxygen. Izuku watches you carefully for a moment, really takes you in, even if you’re quick to thank him before looking around for someone else to save. You’re okay, just shaken; you’ve noticed him for a fleeting moment and now your attention is gone. You turn and scream your friend’s name, and he throws the large block of concrete to the side, remembering his job has only begun.

He’s happy he could do something for you, despite it all. There are more people to save, you remind him with your quick movements, the activation of your quirk to stabilize the first injured man’s bleeding as you crouch around him. He springs back into action - after all, he was meant to chase the culprits of those blasts, and can’t be sidetracked.

But this time, he has resolved to say more to you when the dust clears.

—

“Rampage, are you hurt? You did a good job back there.”

You can hear your Hero friend, code name Rampage, chat politely with Izuku as they both approach to where you’re huddled in a makeshift rehabilitation corner, a couple of people with the more severe injuries laid out on the ground, rolled up table cloths beneath their heads. No one is gravely injured more than you can heal with your Quirk, but you’ve exhausted enough of your body’s reserves that your head is starting to swim. She’s saying something playful about how Deku stole her thunder, when you turn to both of them and give a report, as Heroes are wont to do naturally.

When he comes over, you remind yourself to remain cordial but businesslike, despite your heart pounding hard in your chest. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. No clones or any lingering delusions can change that.

”I think we’ve accounted for everyone, right? These two -“ you gesture over to the people you’ve slightly sedated to reset a couple of broken limbs, “probably need to get to the hospital just so they have follow-up but it’s not urgent.”

Rampage nods, and Izuku pauses before doing the same. You remember now - the last time you interacted in this capacity was during the earliest parts of the war before things had gotten far out of your realm of ability and you were more helpful taking care of the sick and wounded. It feels like so long ago you’ve been active as a traditional Hero. Rampage on the other hand has kept in contact with Deku cursorily due to her familiarity with other Heroes of a similar level, particularly the noisy one named Dynamight, and while she and Deku are not exactly best friends, they get along well. He glances at her for reassurance before stepping forward to you.

“Thank you for helping out,” Izuku says with a reassuring smile. You try not to look at him when you reply, “Of course.”

In one universe, you have small children that look like some combination of the both of you. In this one, you can barely look each other in the eye.

There is a pause that lasts a little bit too long again, and you don’t notice the smile that forms on Rampage’s face as she steps backwards, hoping not to be noticed by either of you, but the moment dispels when Camilla, your Support friend, calls for all of your attention from across the destroyed hall. She looks absolutely ridiculous, enough that you stifle a laugh, with all manners of cutlery, jewelry, watches, phones, and anything metal, stuck to her from head to toe due to activation of her magnetic quirk.

”Anything you guys are missing?” She asks, stepping over rubble to meet you guys. You’re not sure how she can even see at this point with nearly every inch of her body covered. Close behind her is Akira, whose eyes widen once he spots you.

”You’re okay!” He exclaims running towards you. It’s almost theatrical, as if he hadn’t disappeared to preserve his own safety first, but he wraps you into a tight hug, as though you were long lost lovers. Next to you, Izuku stiffens for a split second, something Rampage and Camilla both notice, and Akira holds you at arms’ length, pretending he can’t see him.

Akira never liked Deku very much in high school.

”I’m so glad you’re okay, everything got so terrifying and…”

Your head is starting to pound, and Akira is gently pulling you away from the rest of the group, you notice, until Izuku speaks up.

”Hey, ___, you don’t look so good.” His voice is a little firmer, and he clears his throat. “Don’t move her so much, I think she needs to sit down.”

Akira flashes him a look that’s slightly poisonous, Camilla notices, then smiles to herself.

“Of course. I’ve just been agitated since our date got ruined, that’s all.” Akira stresses the word and Rampage rolls her eyes.

She never liked him either.

Izuku almost asks ‘what number?’ out loud then realizes it’s an insane question to ask of the thousands he could have reasonably asked. But he’s curious, you don’t seem like you’re particularly smitten enough by him as he tries to help lower you to a sitting position.

The paramedics and other reinforcements are starting to fill in. Izuku keeps an eye on you as he coordinates with Rampage and the rest of the Heroes that now arrive to clean up wreckage and get everyone back in place. Akira’s rubbing your shoulders while you look dazed, too drained in the absence of your energy-conserving Hero suit to shrug him off, and it irks him. Somehow, in just seeing you again for this brief moment, he’s become a high schooler again, thinking of the right words to say, standing in front of your dorm room door before giving up and leaving. He’s seventeen again and watching you poorly conceal a bouquet of flowers he wishes he were the one to give you, avoiding cutting through the grass on the UA campus grounds even though it would get you back faster. He’s eighteen and wondering why even saving the world isn’t enough to make you look at him before you part ways into the adult world that opens before you, and admonishing himself for even having the selfish thought.

He’s shy little Izuku and he wishes you liked him back.

“Deku, do you have a moment to talk with us?” a cheery reporter says, thrusting a microphone in his face. They’re everywhere, he swears, prettier and more persistent every time. He’s polite again, flashing the practiced million-watt-smile.

And just like that he’s Deku, the hero once again.

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Electrolyte water and rest does its magic, and as you make breakfast the next morning, you wonder if you should consider packing part of your suit with you, or at least perhaps just the gauntlets that you used back in high school. A modified version that is compact and can slip into your purse so that you never find yourself in a similar situation. You’re greeted the next morning by text by an apologetic Akira who promises you sushi another weekend, which you decide to reply to later, and texts from your friends who make sure that you’re okay, and an email notification for an incident report due in the next two weeks.

You sigh.

That’s why you don’t do Hero work.

Scooping eggs onto a slice of toast, you settle onto your couch, snuggling close with a body pillow and wishing your mind would stop racing for a moment. You don’t want to admit it, but all you can think about is Izuku and his stupid handsome face, and the way his mouth seemed to part every time you met each other's eyes, as if he has a million and one things to say to you but has to hold back. You wish he’d go make those cloying eyes at everyone lined up for his interest. There’s no real claim to him after all, at least not in this universe, regardless of what supposedly exists in the multiverse. You don’t even know if that’s real after all; it’s something that absolutely disrespects the laws of physics, but then again, you know many people whose Quirks do. Aizawa’s adopted daughter Eri is the first to come to mind.

You should do some more research, you decide.

After spending a couple hours on databases and online medical journals researching the existence of Quirks that can interact with the multiverse, you come up with nearly nothing, save for a case report of a person whose Quirk kept generating a wormhole for him that handed him whatever tool he needed (most often chopsticks for some reason). Groaning, you decide Kazuo is unique and either way you’ll see him again in 3 months, and reassess how he’s doing, possibly get a (better) case report out of it. You wonder if he’ll generate the same set of clones, or hopefully a new set of clones, ones who aren’t romantically entangled with Izuku Midoriya, ones more like you who never cared much for him at all, or at least knew, like you, to back off when they saw him standing on the edge of a cliff with the girl who was made for him.

Maybe if you look at the narratives your clones wrote to you, crumpled in a drawer in the corner of your desk, you’d find some flaws. Perhaps this was all a big trick the universe was playing on you, and feelings sitting in your subconscious, sleeping for practically a decade, are now flooding back with a vengeance. It must be the power of suggestion. You do not love him. You do not even particularly like or dislike him. You feel neutral. Neutral is good.

The narratives don’t help. What also doesn’t help is the fact that you’ve stored them in the same place as you keep all other sentimental material, including a diary you kept sparingly since you were a kid, in addition to letters from friends and family, and trinkets you’re afraid to lose. Curiosity has killed many cats and you, so you pore through it as well. Everything in that period of adolescence is amplified, and you went through war, so of course you remember a strong feeling of love that might not be real and should not be held on to.

The diary doesn’t help either.

Of course, some entries are silly and whimsical like you’d expect from a young teen. Excerpts about friends, family, teachers that annoy you, celebrities you think are cute. You find remnants of an old crush on Suneater that must have been so short-lived you can’t remember it, and it surprises you.

And then there’s your thoughts about Izuku, sparse but poignant.

Oh yes, you were in love, and your entries end there. With war, with adulthood, with the life you have now.

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Should've Been Born Later, Nix - Chapter 3: The Twins

Easy Company x Fem!OCs

Chap. Synopsis: What will happen when Easy Company finally starts getting settled in 2023?

Words: 3,440

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Author's Note: (Link to picrew in collage) Hey everyone!! I just wanted to say that part of this chapter mentions irl Easy Company and I wanted to emphasize that this work means absolutely NO disrespect to the real veterans - this work of fiction is based solely on the characters in the TV Series 💖

“Well, how do y’all like 2023 so far?” Zay asked over her shoulder, the three arriving at a pair of elevators.

“It’s certainly… something,” Joe replied hesitantly, causing Zay to let out a quiet giggle. The trio made their way back to the emergency room, Zay leading them back to the beds. The nurse stopped at another desk similar to the one Liebgott and Speirs saw before, asking which bed Malarkey was in. After the short conversation, Zay led Liebgott and Speirs through the maze of hospital beds and patients before finally arriving at the rest of Easy Company. They saw Malarkey laying in his bed, the top half of the bed raised so the soldier was sitting up. The rest of the boys were spread around his bed, some in chairs, others standing and leaning against the wall. Zay could barely contain her shock and excitement - ten people from the show that she has seen way too many times, honestly she could probably quote each episode word for word, were right before her. Surveying the men, Zay smiled and put her hands on her hips.

“So this is Easy Company,” she mused before all of the boys who were sitting compulsively shot to their feet, quickly reminding Zay of the strict etiquette rules of their time. She let out a laugh before she said, “Oh sit please! No need to stand on ceremony!” What Zay did not know was that the men were utterly enamoured - they did not know what to make of the nurse. She was unlike anyone any of them had ever met; she was bright, bubbly, outgoing, but exuded an air of openness and authenticity, something that made the boys feel safe and at home, even in such an alien place. One by one, the boys who were sitting slowly sat back down.

Suddenly snapping back into his leadership role, Dick stepped forward and outstretched his hand. “Ma’am, I’m Richard Winters, thank you for meeting with us,” he said politely, trying desperately to hide his nerves. Dick felt something he had never felt before - simultaneously, he felt safe and comfortable, but incredibly nervous, as if he was going to say something wrong. Zay smiled and shook Dick’s hand with a gentle but decisive grip - he could have sworn there was a spark.

“Azalea Bennett! You can call me Zay though,” she introduced herself to the captain. “And I think I know everyone here…” Zay took a survey around the small area sectioned off by rolling curtain dividers. “Looks like we have Lewis Nixon, George Luz, Bill Guarnere, Joe Toye, Bull Randleman, Doc Roe, an injured Don Malarkey,” she pointed to each man as she named him before turning to look beside her. “Joe Liebgott, Ron Speirs,” Zay finally turned to the quiet leader before her, “and captain Dick Winters.” There were mixed reactions from the boys. Most of the company were impressed and amused by the nurse’s memory, while Guarnere and Toye kept their guard up.

“How the fuck do you know our names?” Guarnere asked defensively.

“Don’t swear around the lady Gonorrhea!” Toye scolded as he smacked the man’s arm.

Zay let out another laugh before Guarnere could retaliate at his friend. “Okay, first, I don’t give a fuck if you swear around me,” Zay commented. The twenty eyebrows in the room shot to the ceiling when they heard the lady swear so casually - maybe they might like 2023. “And to answer your question… I’m not really sure how to tell y’all this,” she buried her hands in her shirt pockets, looking at the ground. “So… um…” Zay tried to find her words, the eight soldiers waiting anxiously. “There’s this TV show, called Band of Brothers, that follows the soldiers of Easy Company and all of their missions and challenges as they fight the Germans in Europe.” Zay meekly looked up to survey the boys, trying to gauge their reactions. Some looked at her with their jaws on the floor, unable to believe her words. Others were staring into space, attempting to process the revelation. Speirs and Liebgott were surveying the reactions with Zay, while Malarkey spoke up.

“So, here, we’re all just characters in a TV show?” There was a certain quality to Don’s voice - it almost sounded like disappointment. Back home, or at least in Europe, they were fighting the war to end all wars. Here, they were just some characters on television.

“Well, not exactly,” Zay explained, “your characters are all based on real people that really fought in Europe, y’all are portraying them in the show, telling their stories.”

“So if we looked for them, we could find people with our names?” George asked from beside the hospital bed.

“Well… you’d have to look in cemeteries,” Zay replied solemnly, “the war was eighty years ago, I don’t think anyone from Easy Company is still alive.” Heads nodded in understanding to Zay’s statement. “Do y’all know how you got here? Or how to get back?” Zay asked the men, scanning their faces with her ultramarine eyes. Her eyes may have been framed by her glasses, but they never obscured the authenticity that shone from her expressions.

“Hate to say it, but no, we have no idea how any of this happened,” Nixon spoke up from his spot leaning on the wall.

“So what exactly happened?” Zay replied, stepping a bit closer to the group. The men looked around at each other… who was going to tell her what happened? Would she believe them? Would this be the breaking point?

Eugene spoke up after a beat of silence, “Well, we were in Bastogne, and we started taking hits, so of course I dove into a foxhole. Except, I never hit the bottom…” the medic looked down at his hands, as if this was painful to remember. “It was probably only a few seconds, but honestly, it felt like I was falling for ages, and everything was pitch black,” he mumbled the last part under his breath, “it was terrifying.” Roe took a deep breath and shook his head, shaking away the painful memories. “Next thing I knew, I was landing on the concrete, and all these boys were falling from the sky.” Roe pointed around the room with a small smile on his face, earning a sparse chuckle from the room.

“I saw him fall in and not come out, so I jumped in to try and see what happened, then the same thing happened to me,” Liebgott spoke up from behind Zay. “Then that one landed on top of me,” he pointed at Bull with a smirk. “Don’t know how I didn’t bite it.” The group laughed as Bull shot Joe a wink.

“You’re welcome,” Randleman replied with a laugh.

“Toye and I went in after Bull,” Guarnere chimed in, “then I think Lieutenant Speirs tumbled in after us.” He looked over to Ron, who has been leaning on the wall next to Nixon.

“Yeah, a blast threw me backwards into the foxhole,” the officer explained.

“When I saw him go in I wanted to make sure he was okay, so of course I followed,” Nixon added.

“Of course I couldn’t let him go alone,” Winters interjected with a laugh, giving heart eyes to his best friend.

“When I saw the captain go in, the bombardments finally stopped, so Luz and I ran over to make sure he was okay, but of course that didn’t go as planned,” Malarkey shot a playful glare to Luz, who was sitting on the floor near the foot of his bed.

“I said I was sorry!” Luz held up his hands in surrender. The group let out another laugh - everyone could tell that they were starting to relax in the unfamiliar environment.

“You wouldn’t happen to know how we could get back to our own… time, do you?” Dick asked the nurse, looking at her with shyer eyes than he had intended.

“I have no idea, but I’d be happy to help you figure it out!” she said with a smile, the brightest smile any of the men had seen. “Do y’all have a place to stay?”

“Can’t say that we do,” Winters answered, glancing back at Nixon - the officer nodded his head, affirming Winters’ statement.

“If y’all want, you’re more than welcome to stay with me and my sister,” Zay offered bashfully, her eyes going to the floor. “My sister watches the show, so she’d know you guys too.” Everyone looked to captain Winters to see what his decision was. No one would admit it, but each of the men were hoping that their CO would agree to stay with the blue-haired girl.

Dick took a moment to think it over before he replied, “I’m not really sure if we have any other option.” He smiled and nodded his head at Zay, a silent acceptance of her offer for a roof over their heads and a safe place to sleep.

“Great! My sister’s actually on her way, I’ll talk to the doctor and see if we can get Malarkey discharged,” Zay replied happily, a bounce appearing in her step as she walked off to the desk in the middle of the room.

“I think I might like 2023,” Luz spoke up with a smirk.

“Hey! I saw her first!” Liebgott spoke up indignantly, sending a glare to Luz.

“Men, she is our host here and you will treat her with respect,” Winters scolded his men in a firm tone. Nixon and Speirs could not help but let out a scoff at Dick’s words, both of the officers quickly going to cover their mouths. “What?” Winters prodded, becoming slightly defensive at their antics.

“Dick, we all saw how you looked at her earlier,” Nixon responded in earnest. Before the captain could reply, their modern-times hostess returned to the group.

“Y’all are all set to go! My shift ends in a few minutes, so as soon as my sister gets here we’ll head out,” she explained happily, bubbly energy exuding from her.

“Thank you for helping us,” Eugene spoke up, a humble and thankful expression on his face, “I know you kind of know us, so to speak, but still, to take ten strangers into your home is one of the biggest acts of kindness I’ve seen.” Zay blushed a bright red and turned her gaze to the floor, unable to hide the smile spreading across her face.

“It’s nothing, really,” she replied shyly, “but that means a lot to hear from you.” Zay met Roe’s gaze for a moment before going back to the floor, her blush nearly matching her hair in regards to the saturation of the color. Before anyone could chastise Roe for his (what Roe would call unintentional) flirtations, everyone heard an odd sound come from Zay’s pocket. Only Zay knew that the sound was her cell phone’s ringtone, Somebody to Love by Queen, but all Easy Company heard was an unfamiliar song and the voice of an angel. The nurse pulled her phone out of her pocket and held it up to her ear. “Hey! Are you here?... Great! I’ll meet you by my car! See you in a sec!” Zay tapped the lit-up rectangle before putting it back in her pocket. “My sister Chrys just got here! Stay here, I’ll get my things and then we can head out.” She turned on her heel, her signature bounce appearing in her step. Liebgott waited for the nurse to be out of earshot before turning to the medic seated next to Malarkey.

“TaKiNg StRaNgErS iNtO yOuR hOmE-” Before Liebgott could finish his mockery of Roe, the medic spoke up to defend himself.

“Hey! I’m just trying to be nice!” Eugene rebutted, voice laced with his trademark Cajun accent. Liebgott, Luz, and Roe began to bicker over flirting with Zay, Guarnere and Toye leaning back and watching the show with amusement. Bull looked on at the three arguing as well, waiting to see how things would turn out. Before things got too out of hand, Zay returned, a multicolored backpack slung across her shoulder.

“Alright! Malarkey is free to go! Ready boys?” She asked, clearly trying to contain her excitement. All ten boys felt their hearts warm at the sight. Roe helped Malarkey out of the bed, the redhead starting to stand on his own. Zay led the men to the elevator, the eleven of them packing in like sardines. Zay wound up squished between the corner, Winters, and Luz. She pushed a button on the side with the label “Garage” beside it before she smiled shyly at the men, backing up against the wall as much as she could. Luz and Winters tried to give the girl as much space as they could, but of course, said space was quite limited. While Winters kept his gaze firmly affixed on his feet, as if he would lose them if he looked away, George snuck a glance at Zay, returning her shy smile as he noticed the blush on her cheeks. As soon as her eyes met his, Zay immediately shifted her gaze to the floor, now staring at her shoes just as intently as Winters. Luz had to bite his lip to keep his smile from growing wider. All too quickly the elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal the gray concrete of the hospital's parking garage. The boys filed out quickly, waiting for Zay to lead them to her car.

To anyone else, the group would look like little lost ducklings following their colorful mother duck. A mixture of emotions swam around the group - some were relieved that they found someone who not only knew this time period, but also knew them and liked them. Others were still coming to terms that something as fantastical as time travel happened to the company. How were they going to explain this to the rest of Easy? Or to Colonel Sink? Others in the group continued to be wary of Zay, especially Speirs and Guarnere. While they were greateful for the help, how did they know they could trust her? As for Zay, a mixture of emotions coursed through her body - excitement that she was about to spend time with the people who lived in her head rent-free, joy that she could help people who were need, and a hint of doubt that this was all actually happening… if she told anyone about this, would they believe her?

Zay led the group before everyone noticed the lights illuminate on a yellow car with a soft roof. The car had an emblem with a running horse on the back of it, something that only Zay recognized as a Ford Mustang. As if on cue, a bronze, sleek sports car came around the corner and stopped near the men. Zay put her backpack in her car's trunk before greeting the driver stepping out of the newly arrived Nissan Z-Car. The driver was a woman with short, curly black hair, the bangs and tips dyed bright firetruck red. Her look was punctuated by a pair of minimalist snake-bite piercings beneath her lower lip. The girl was wearing a set of auto-mechanic’s coveralls in classic navy blue, the name “Chrys” embroidered in cursive on the front. Zay engulfed the newcomer in a hug, earning the nurse a mild scolding.

“Zay! You’re gonna make me fall!” the girl laughed before loosely returning Zay’s ambush hug. Zay simply giggled and pulled away enough to talk to the girl, Zay’s arm still wrapped around her shoulder.

“Sorry Chrys! I just got excited,” Zay replied, turning her head to look at the group around her car. “Boys, this is my twin sister Chrys! She was kind enough to take the rest of the evening off work to help y’all get settled,” she announced, looking at Chrys with a proud smile. Chrys offered an awkward wave and a “hello” to the rest of group, not expecting the introduction. The boys replied in greeting before Liebgott spoke up.

“Shit! Captain Winters, we need to get our weapons from up front,” he reported urgently. Zay gave the group a confused look before Joe explained further, “We weren’t allowed to bring our weapons into the hospital, so we stashed them in the bushes up front, we put our helmets there too so we wouldn’t have to carry them.”

Zay nodded in understanding before turning to Chrys, “Do you wanna take half in your car and half in mine, then one of us can put their weapons in the trunk?”

Chrys nodded, turning to the group in front of her. “Alright guys, we gotta split up into two groups for the cars, who wants to go with who?”

“I’ll go with Zay!” Luz volunteered, all too eagerly.

“Me too!” followed Liebgott, glaring at Luz.

Nixon chuckled and shook his head at their antics. “I can go with Chrys,” he offered, meeting her eyes for the first time. Just like that, he knew he needed to know her.

“Me too,” Speirs chimed in. He refused to be in the same car as a bickering Luz and Liebgott.

“Can I just have a front seat, whoever I ride with?” Bull asked around his Emotional Support Cigar.

“Yeah sure, I think my front is roomier,” Chrys replied, Zay nodding along.

“Malarkey, do you and Doc Roe wanna come with me, so that you have medical support just in case anything happens?” The two men nodded in response to her question. Winters simply folded his arms, trying to mask his disappointment with focus. “And then captain Winters can take the last seat in my car, so that we have the officers spread out?” Dick’s eyes lit up at Zay’s offer, trying his best to just act casual.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” he rambled out. “That leaves Guarnere and Toye with Chrys, right?”

“Yeah, I’m good with that,” Guarnere responded. He looked at Toye for his response, who nodded along.

“So it’s Nixon, Speirs, Bull, Guarnere, and Toye with Chrys, and Winters, Roe, Malarkey, Liebgott, and Luz with me, right?” Zay said, confirming the riding arrangements.

“Sounds about right,” Chrys agreed. “Now, just so y’all know, we each only have four seats technically, so someone is going to have to lay across three of y’all in the back.” Some of the men’s eyes grew wide, while others laughed at the notion.

“Enjoy figuring that out, boys,” Bull mused while walking to Chrys’ car. After a few more minutes of discussion and bickering, moderated by Winters, the seating arrangements were agreed upon. In Zay’s car, Malarkey would ride in the front, with Winters, Liebgott, and Roe in the back, Luz laying on top of them. In Chrys’ car, Bull would be in the front, with Nixon, Speirs, and Guarnere sitting in the back, and Joe Toye laying across them. Everyone shifted into their assigned seats/positions, some more willingly than others.

“Someone’s gonna fucking die…” Toye muttered under his breath as he laid across the three men, anger exuding from every pore in his face. Speirs and Nixon were able to keep a straight face, albeit with substantial effort, while Bull simply turned his face away and focused on his ESC. Guarnere, however, could not help the giggles that befell him. The harder he tried to suppress them, the more intense they became. Toye made a mental note to get Gonorrhea back for this…

Meanwhile, in the yellow mustang, Luz was getting situated on his human couch, inadvertently sticking his ass right into Liebgott’s face. “Hey! Watch where you’re sticking that thing!” Joe yelled as he tried to evade touching George’s ass with his face.

“Yeah! That’s a dangerous weapon!” Malarkey called out from his seat up front. Everyone in the car erupted into laughter, save for Luz who shot Don a playful glare.

“I said I was sorry like a million times!” the radioman yelled, sounding very much like a little kid. Once both sisters knew everyone was situated, they drove out of the parking garage. Stopping briefly to place their once-hidden belongings in Chrys’ trunk, the two cars made their way to the twins’ apartment complex. Something that blew the boys’ minds while en route was how the girls played their music during the drive. At first, the men assumed they just had a radio in their cars, which they thought was neat already. However, when Chrys and Zay explained to their respective soldiers how “the cloud” and Spotify work, their minds were utterly blown. This was all the twelve kids talked about as they made their way home.

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Hi!! I love your work 🤭 Could you please do an Argyle x reader smut where Argyle is a virgin and a major simp lmaooo

WON’T BITE. + ARGYLE

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? summary. your boyfriend Argyle was the sweetest guy you'd ever met, but as his first girlfriend, you knew you'd have your hands full. author's note. i made a discord server that you should totally join and help me convert more stranger things fans into Argyle simps.

[ ❥ ] pairing. argyle x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 2.5K

[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, fluff

[ ❥ ] warnings. mature language, black fem reader because i said so, reader with stretch marks, soft ari, first time, established relationship, grinding, tooth rotting fluff, slight dom reader, glow in the dark condom, the bright yellow pizza shirt, not proof read.

Argyle was the perfect boyfriend for you. He knew how to make you laugh, and his laid-back personality instantly mellowed out every time you worried about something.

Your boyfriend is practically your voice of reason when deciding most things in your life as if you were a pretty confusing bitch.

Argyle knew you like the back of his hand, having fallen head over heels for you ever since your classmate Jonathan introduced you two. You and Jonathan had been asked by Joyce to pick up Will and Jane from the mall; neither you nor Jonathan had your vehicle, as Joyce was off buying something for dinner.

Jonathan made a quick phone call to someone over the phone as you watched a large delivery van pull into his driveway from his living room window.

Still recreating his shocked face as you swung open the door instead of Jonathan. Argyle was a stuttering mess when he first laid his eyes on you, a stuttering mess about how you looked so much like an angel floating down from heaven in slow motion.

You found out later in your relationship that the boy was just high out of his mind when he first saw you and thought he was being welcomed to heaven.

Your friendship started on a wonderful footing. Having always hung out as a trio, there would be times where you would catch Argyle staring a little longer than necessary or the many times he would offer to drive you home, claiming that it was on the way to his home, though you knew his house was in the other direction.

You weren't bothered by his kind of desperate efforts to flirt with you. If anything, you welcomed it, having grown close to the goofy and cheerful man, soon finding yourself spending time with him without Jonathan.

It was natural for you to confess your feelings for each other, and you've been dating since then.

You would think that Argyle’s nervousness would die down the more you spent time with him, but it seemed like he had just fallen more in love with you as he was considered your boyfriend. You weren’t mad at his behavior.

You had found his stutter and inability to make eye contact without smiling adorably peppering his face with kisses each time he would stumble over his words the moment your eyes met to be endearing.

But the longer you had grown to grow together, the more the thoughts in the back of your head started to get louder.

You were still, in fact, a teenage girl with needs. And those needs were becoming almost unbearable as you became not only emotionally but also sexually attracted to your boyfriend.

As you know, Argyle would never pressure you into doing anything, whether sex or not. Peer pressure just wasn’t his thing. Any time of pressure in general as well.

This was why it took a couple of months for you two to get comfortable enough with each other to move to the next stage. It wasn’t your choice as you wanted to jump his bone.

Seeking an opportunity to finally snuff that ache burning in your lower parts, but you wanted Argyle to be comfortable. Letting him set his own pace with things as you guys took a more "safe" process, by which safe means Argyle planning out the time and date he wanted to have sex with you.

Though being extra prepared didn't stop the nervous pit swelling inside of him, his fingers shaking as he pulled you on top of his lap, pausing and pulling away every minute to reassure and ask you "is this okay?" covering his anxiousness with his questions though you knew him better than that.

Seeing his overly comforting personality inside, he was just one big anxious teddy bear, as you would reply every time as he went on by pecking his lips and smiling at him.

His rough moans were being swallowed down your throat, with every movement of your hips grinding against his colorful denim jeans. shredding his white and blue blazer to just his bright yellow pizza shirt.

You could feel his fingers trembling against you as you arched closer against him, feeling the thumping pace of his heart at your touch as you grabbed his wrist and placed it on the high of your waist.

Argyle pulled away from your kiss, his eyes fluttering open as his mouth opened to speak, not being able to find his words as they closed only to open again.

"Ari, I don’t expect you to be some super sexy sex demon. I’ll tell you what I like and help only if you want to go any farther." Feeling suddenly vulnerable under your gaze as you sat on his lap.

Argyle shifted his hips up against yours, his body seemingly under a spell as his mind said one thing but his body wanted another. "I—I want to…it just, I don’t know, you just make me so nervous."

Still, under the effect of your beauty, you were the first girl to even be in his bedroom other than his mother.

Let alone being the first girl to ever sit on his lap and kiss him the same way he craved for you. "How about you set the pace then? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer as his eyes glinted almost like a puppy with a new toy, ducking your head closer to his ear, kissing his lobe before whispering, "Ari, touch me please."

You didn’t think you were the type to give orders during sex. Your usual fantasies just involved you getting railed to your heart's content by your celebrity crushes. Your lewd daydreaming usually involves your partner being in charge, but it was obvious that Argyle was going to need to be taught a lot of things with your simple guidance.

His body reacted first upon your request as his hips thrust up for friction, making him practically shudder under you as his shark hands trailed under your shirt. His fingers felt like ice as they traced against your skin. It felt nice compared to your heated brown skin.

His fingers dragged along your stomach, almost like he was still starstruck that he was touching you, wanting to memorize every curve, dip, and stretch mark.

His fingers groped at the plush skin taking note of how your thighs flinched as his fingers dragged against the bud of your nipples. Reaching to unclasp the bra from the back as it fell from your shoulder.

Argyles instantly leaned in to press his lips to your chest, leaving a trail of harsh kisses that unintentionally left marks that would bruise your dark skin later in the day.

You let him do his thing, craning your neck and arching closer to him. Allowing him full access to your body as his tongue swirled around his nipple, your body reacted fast as you flinched hard.

You were so perfect in Argyle’s eyes. The more he kissed you, the more it was intoxicating the more he felt.

The way you curved just so in his touch, how your eyes fluttered shut with every sigh and moaned that slipped from your lips. How your curled hair looked in the light that peeked through his curtains and lit against your brown skin.

He just wanted to shout your name at the top of his lungs he concluded that you were just so fucking perfect in his eyes it was no surprise how much his boner strained against the denim of his suddenly tight jeans.

It was no help that you were grinding against him, your thighs pressing against his as he tried to control how much his hips would buck with every swerve of your hips but it was all just starting to become so unbearable.

He needed you so badly his thoughts clouded with want as the noises you made grew louder he felt like his head was going to explode from just the cute little sounds you made.

There was slight confidence in his touches, the way his hands trailed over your body was a task in mind though there was still a little tremble in his fingers that you admire about him, a reminder of the dork that you had fallen smitten for.

The More his hands would wander the less confidence you had over the control you had over him, as you grew desperate for more of him.

“Ari please,” you whined. With your hand taking his wrist and trailing his hand down towards your underwear, you were becoming impatient, grinding your hips against his crotch rougher than you started.

Argyle had a second of thinking before he realized what you wanted from him, he knew he was supposed to touch you down there he just didn't know how to stifle his moan grabbing the collar of his shirt as you leaned back against the mattress.

His hands trembled as he helped you fully undress, his fingers sliding between your legs as his head ducked in the curve of your neck.

His touch halting as it teased the heat of your entrance not sure how to progress any farther you took the silent interoperation and guided his hands towards your clit, spreading his fingers as you bent his index and middle finger inside of you, finding a comfortable pace to pump his fingers in and out of you with listening to his staggered breathing in your ear as he circled your clit with his thumb.

As he had found his rhythm, leaning your head back against the mattress your mouth gaped open as you moaned clenching around his fingers.

Argyle littered kisses along your neck and collarbones wanting to worship your body as much as possible convinced that if he were dreaming that he was going to make the best of it.

Wanting nothing more than to be naked next to you, Argyle managed with minor difficulty to get rid of his clothes. Opting to slip under the blankets, both a little self-conscious with your bare bodies suddenly exposed.

His fingers curled inside of you on accident as your chest rose and moaned loudly.

Argyle's eyes widened as he was so turned on at the moment that it was becoming unbearable to want nothing but to milk those same sounds out of you. Curling and thrusting his fingers out of you as you squirmed under him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him down for a kiss, you were less merciful as you deepened the kiss regarded his need for air as you kissed him like it was your last.

“Wait…wait.” instantly pulling away, glancing up at Argyle as he leaned on the top of you, his breath harsh as he was practically gasping for air.

An alarm ringing in your head, afraid that you had done something to make him uncomfortable, your eyes scanned over his entire body before looking back at him.

Your worries washed away as your boyfriend leaned on the other end of the mattress where his pants sat on the floor and dug into his pockets pulling out a string of condoms.

You didn't question why he had so many or why they were glowing in the dark only laughing with each other as you rolled it onto him and ducked under the blankets the glow of the condom being very dim as you helped him thrust inside of you, coaxing a moan out of both of you

. “The more I listen to those sounds you make, the more I feel like I'm losing my mind man.” grunting as you felt his breath against your neck, his arms holding himself up placed on both sides of your head.

You felt amazing, swearing that he was bound to melt from how warm you felt around him. The overwhelming need fluttered with every thrust as his chest lay against yours, convinced that your pussy could kill him, he would die a happy man.

As much as you wanted him to do his thing, you craved more stimulation as his naive rhythm was just a tad bit too slow for your pace, budging your hand against his chest as you repositioned the two of you so you sat back on top of him, the blankets covering your shoulder.

“Every time I look at you I swear I fall more in love.” his confession breaking a smile from your lips as you like looking down at his flushed brown skin the way he looked up at you like you were a goddess making your knees weak.

You both were so in love with each other. Your pace was less slow yet still gentle as Argyle's eyes would switch to watching your breast bounce to his hand that you trained to circle your clit, your hips rolling against him.

The closer you rushed to your orgasm, the more you realized how much Argyle was holding back to finishing with you. An adorable look of pure concentration was written on his face as he focused on his fingers, pleasing you. Leaning in to slip your tongue into his mouth as you whimpered.

Your hips twitched as the small little gesture seemed to throw Argyle over the edge as he whimpered against your mouth. Your orgasm tumbled right after his as your thigh clenched shut against his, your fingers clenched in his long brown hair.

You slowly rolled off of him, letting him slip out of you, before curling up next to him. He was breathing heavily, obviously exhausted, as it was the only form of working out he had done since he had to do gym class.

But he’d never felt more content than when your naked body curled up beside him. Wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his chest, cuddling you close as he peppered kisses along with your head. “Legally, there's no way you should be allowed to make me this happy.”

his comment muffled as his face was buried in the curls of your hair, his nose nuzzling closer to you. “Ari, you are such a simp.” You chuckle placing a kiss in the middle of his chest.

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Best Underrated Anime Group H Round 1: #H4 vs #H5

#H4: Teen Shogi prodigy grows up and battles his mental health

Having reached professional status in middle school, Rei Kiriyama is one of the few elite in the world of shogi. Due to this, he faces an enormous amount of pressure, both from the shogi community and his adoptive family. Seeking independence from his tense home life, he moves into an apartment in Tokyo. As a 17-year-old living on his own, Rei tends to take poor care of himself, and his reclusive personality ostracizes him from his peers in school and at the shogi hall.

However, not long after his arrival in Tokyo, Rei meets Akari, Hinata, and Momo Kawamoto, a trio of sisters living with their grandfather who owns a traditional wagashi shop. Akari, the oldest of the three girls, is determined to combat Rei's loneliness and poorly sustained lifestyle with motherly hospitality. The Kawamoto sisters, coping with past tragedies, also share with Rei a unique familial bond that he has lacked for most of his life. As he struggles to maintain himself physically and mentally through his shogi career, Rei must learn how to interact with others and understand his own complex emotions.

#H5: Middle school soft tennis club deals with trauma

Constantly outperformed by the girls' club, the boys' soft tennis club faces disbandment due to their poor skills and lack of positive results in matches. In desperate need of members, Toma Shinjou is looking to recruit capable players, but he fails to scout anyone. Enter Maki Katsuragi, a new transfer student who demonstrates great reflexes when he catches a stray cat in his classroom, instantly capturing Toma's attention. With his interest piqued, Toma ambitiously asks Maki to join the boys' team but is quickly rejected, as Maki doesn't wish to join any clubs. Toma refuses to back down and ends up persuading Maki—only under the condition that Toma will pay him for his participation and cover other club expenses.

As Maki joins the team, his incredible form and quick learning allow him to immediately outshine the rest of the team. Although this gives rise to conflict among the boys, Maki challenges and pushes his fellow team members to not only keep up with his seemingly natural talent, but also drive them to devote themselves to the game they once neglected.

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#H4: March Comes in Like a Lion (Sangatsu no Lion)

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Propaganda:

Sangatsu no Lion is a series that gets praise and has some awards, but it gets rarely talked about. It’s ranked highly on anime lists as being a good anime to watch, but there’s little fan engagement or video essays about it like other promising titles.

Maybe it's because the series is a slow-paced slice-of-life drama that goes over topics like mental health and the trauma of losing loved ones at a young age, and how those factors impacts the lead deeply.

Rei is a hard character to watch sometimes. He’s a doormat, shy and quiet, with crippling low self-esteem. He’s a social outcast. He puts a lot of burden on his own shoulders and blames himself for living up to people’s expectations. He’s a flawed and traumatized teenager forced to grow up too quickly.

Rei lives isolated, and that's how we're introduced to him. He has a strained relationship with his adoptive family. He has trouble interacting with his classmates. He has a few tentative friendships with the people he plays Shogi against, but Rei struggles to connect with others. It doesn't help that he feels pressured by the expectations placed on him as the fifth ever Shogi player to go pro in middle school, making him a prodigy. He's losing multiple matches and stagnating, struggling because of his mental health taking a downward spiral.

When Rei meets the Kawamoto girls, his life seems to get better. Rei initially doesn't want to get to close to the Kawamoto family for fear of rejection, but he ends up visiting often. With them, he receives the care and affection he never had in his foster home. He also learns to socialize and rely on others with his interactions with the Kawamotos, growing as a person.

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Mild child neglect from adopted family, death of birth family, healing from mental health issues.

The plot revolves around Rei and him trying to cope with the stress of life and growing as a person. A part of this is him having to make peace with the trauma of losing his biological family and having a strained relationship with his adoptive family, who are neglectful and bitter towards him. The anime overall goes over Rei healing from his mental health issues, including battling his anxiety and issues with self-worth.

#H5: Stars Align (Hoshiai no Sora)

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Propaganda 1:

Covers a wide variety of issues and gets into the nitty-gritty of the often under-prosecuted instances of child abuse in Japanese society. Multiple LGBT characters, subversions of gender roles, a simple but appealing art style, and some really talented seiyuu to top it all off.

Propaganda 2:

This series is so amazing even though it was cut halfway through (and the trigger warnings, mainly in regard to the environments many of the characters live in) make it difficult to suggest at times. It’s half a sports anime and half a drama, switching between the sports sections and explorations of the lives of the characters involved, the latter of which is the part I really adore. The story discusses the heavily discussed topic of abuse pretty well and also has a good handle on discussions about things like gender (specifically in regard to a canon non-binary character, though there is also a minor character who is a trans man who is also discussed) that I haven’t seen too many other series address, or at least not to the effectiveness of this story. The characters also just have so much charm and compliment each other well, and I love watching them get closer and interact. They’re buddies, and I adore the boys soft tennis team plus Yuu and Mitsue (+ Arashi I guess. He’s from a different school’s team and directly opposed the team, but he very quickly becomes their friend afterwards), as well as all of their dynamics. It’s not a watch for when you’re looking strictly to have a fun time or looking for a complete story, but it’s an amazing story regardless. Also, I love the opening and ending songs so much. I wish this series got its season two so much because it’s so good, I don’t think I did it justice at all.

Trigger Warnings: Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Gender Identity/Sexuality Discrimination

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In regards to this post, here’s a little sneak-peak of what I’ve been cooking up. 1980′s AU, where Obi-Wan goes through an early mid-life crisis brought on by the death of Qui-Gon. Deciding to leave it all behind, he packs up and moves to a small town on the outskirts of a desert, and attempts to live a quiet, hermited existence. It uh, doesn’t work out that way.

At this point, Obi-Wan has already admired Anakin’s ass from afar

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“Hello,” he said, eying the trio as they stood beneath the porch light. He tried to give them all the suitable amount of attention, but his gaze kept flickering over to the boy as he remained behind the pair.

“Hi,” the woman said, her smile faltering slightly, as if she could tell she’d intruded. “Sorry if we’ve interrupted something, but I saw you’d just moved in and thought maybe you could use some food - you know, in case you’ve not had time to cook what with all the unpacking.”

Obi-Wan was forever grateful they couldn’t see into the house and take in the pitiful display that was his life at the moment.

“I’m Beru,” she continued, “and this is my husband, Owen.”

Owen - the quiet fellow with the shag haircut - held his hand out to Obi-Wan, and they shook, quick and brief and without finesse. Spending so much time in upper class circles had made Obi-Wan dread the exchanging of formalities, but Owen wasn’t upper-class, and neither was Obi-Wan anymore.

It was a blessed relief.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “I’m Ben.”

The boy moved then, shoving himself between Beru and Owen. There was an intense focus to his gaze, startling Obi-Wan.

“I’m Anakin,” he said, thrusting his hand out, ignoring Owen’s look of annoyance.

Anakin. What a pretty name for a pretty boy - delicate yet strong, with a nice click in the middle that bounced across the tongue.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said softly, taking his hand in his own.

Anakin’s hand was rough to the touch, callouses and abrasions evident across his long fingers and wide palm. His grip was steady, and Obi-Wan held on for a little longer, desperate to soak in the feel of his palm across his own, warm and slightly sweaty. He wondered what Anakin’s hands would feel like across his thighs and between his legs, long fingers slipping between his crack to push and tease against his hole, before spreading him open, knuckles dragging against his rim—

“—thought you might like macaroni.”

Obi-Wan blinked, slipping back into reality. Anakin had taken his hand back but he was still standing close, practically having shoved Owen off the stoop entirely. He was still staring at Obi-Wan intensely, unencumbered by social rules and expectations.

Obi-Wan glanced down at the casserole dish Beru was holding out to him, and he took it with a tight smile. Clutching it against his chest, he used it as a buffer against Anakin.

“That’s very kind of you,” he said, fiddling with the edges of the tinfoil. The dish was still warm to the touch, and his stomach growled at the thought of having warm food settled inside of it instead of cold sandwiches and beer. “I’d invite you in, but my house is in a rather sorry state of affairs.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all - we don’t mind—” Anakin began, but then Beru placed her hand on his shoulder and gently, but purposefully, pulled him back.

“It’s alright - we just wanted to introduce ourselves,” she said, “and to let you know that if you need anything, feel free to come over and ask for it.”

Does that include Anakin?

#obikin #lemon fanfiction

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okay i dont know if i like the fact that they went to the casino to meet hermes. like i get they needed a REASON to go there but he was literally worthless other than giving them transportation to santa monica and idk i personally feel like him introducing inklings of his backstory with luke was a little disheartening just cuz i feel like it takes away from the suspense of the book. i do get the point of it though because it makes it easier to understand luke's perspective and contextualizes why he betrays the gods and it makes luke's betrayal just THAT much more heratbreaking because hermes is desperate to fix his relationship with him but im still a little upset about it. and also if not for hermes then there would be litreally no reason for percy annabeth and grover to even go to the lotus casino if they already figured out that it's going to try to trap them but at that point it def feels a little like a forced change to the plot. like the lotus casino is so iconic that they didnt want to get rid of it even though with the way they changed it so that the trio knows right away it's going to try to trap them, it makes no sense for them to go there unless they HAD to which is why hermes was there at all (and it was still worhtless becuase he didnt actually help much). i think this might have been my second least fav change even though i get why they did it.

#cuz heres the thing the lotus casino is so iconic to the point i think i would be sadder if it WAS gone #but at the same time if theyre smart enough to figure out its a trap then is it really that necessary? i dont think the hermes point was al #that necessary either.#riordanverse #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood

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The Ghostflowerbyte Headcanon Post

All of them identify as Bi! And they’re all transgender by the way, Margo and Gwen being transfem and Miles being transmasc!

All of them are also autistic, possibly ADHD for all of them too? But not too sure on that one!

Margo and Gwen initially did not get along, but eventually they became friends when they bonded over their shared difficult home lives, this was before Miles came to the Spider Society by the way. Gwen is a bit awkward when introducing two separate friend groups to each other ( she just like me fr ) which is why she actively tried not to mention Hobie, Pavtir and Margo to Miles, her anxiety makes her worry that they’ll hate each other and all her friends will blame her. ( she just like me fr. )

As for pronoun headcanons! Margo uses She/They/It/Byte/Glitch pronouns, Gwen uses She/They, and Miles just uses He/Him.

Margo actively does not want her partners to meet her parents because she hopes to move out as soon as she is old enough and has the money to do so. Gwen’s dad is pretty distant from all of her friends but gets close to Miles first, and it takes a little longer for Margo initially because of her own home life, she worries that Gwen’s dad isn’t truly reconciling and is kind of scared of him, but eventually the two connect. Although Miles and Margo both don’t get that close to him. Rio and Jefferson instantly fall in love with Margo, Rio is just like “Who does your hair? You’re so beautiful honey, you’re such a good influence on our boy make sure to watch out for him.” Margo is obviously very happy about this because, parental figures who actually like her!! Rio and Jeff take a while to warm up to Gwen though, although Rio does so sooner.

Margo and Gwen trade clothes a lot, although this is usually their pajamas since Gwen’s normal fashion sense is a lot more alternative while Margo tends to stick to a cuter style. I saw that scene of her trying out different hairstyles and I don’t know I just feel like she’d love comfy and cute clothing, like an off the shoulder top and jean shorts.

Miles has his art… Gwen has her music and… Margo has her fashion! Of course I like to think her main hobby is more technical stuff like programming but I think she’d desperately want to sew when she moves out. She didn’t have the need to before because well- she didn’t express herself much as Margo Kess and really only did so with her Spider-Byte avatar, which is an avatar afterall.

All three of them are smug and snarky but in different ways and sometimes they all kinda tease each other and it’s amazing. Margo and Gwen are also pretty sarcastic but Miles doesn’t do sarcasm well and thinks they’re serious HWJDBJEE although if Margo and Gwen heard anyone outside of their friendgroup being sarcastic they’d be like????

Margo, Gwen and Miles go on a double date with Pavitr and Gaytari and Hobie is there too but chills in the corner casually being aromantic and teasing the alloromantics is his passion. Valentine’s Day is a capitalistic scam and you all are falling for it!

Margo: I just started taking estrogen! Miles: That’s awesome my top surgery is next week! Gwen: Wow I can’t believe we’re all trans and in love! Hobie: Ay I just murdered Norman Osborn haha

Gwen and Miles are the only sporty ones out of the trio and Margo will never understand it ( she just like me fr )

Um um um those are the headcanons :3 let me know if any of them are culturally inaccurate? My mind is always open!

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The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga 4

First: Chapter 1

Previous: Chapter 3

Next: Chapter 5

Halfa!Trio Au crossover with Batman

Current Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Gotham's Spirit (brief), Jason Todd (mentioned once)

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust to help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

Warning for panicking/fear via fear toxin.

👻 {Chapter 4 Below!)

One borrowed artifact usage later found Danny and Tucker tumbling out of the portal created by the infi-map, only saved from face-planting into the rough concrete by the natural levitation afforded them by their ghost forms. Still, when the connection snapped back into place they gasped and almost dropped regardless. It was like someone had yanked the curtains away from a window full of sunlight and their eyes needed to adjust.

And the fear. The fear was overwhelming.

“Sam!” Tucker and Danny cried, unintentionally in unison.

“Tucker? Danny?”

“Sam what’s wrong? Where are you?” Tucker asked, frantic.

“Tucker…” Sam wavered as a fresh wave of anxiety overcame her, swamping all else with its sheer volume. “Don’t. You can’t come here, it’s too dangerous!”

And then, “I’m going to die again, for real this time. I don’t want to be a full ghost. I don’t want to, not yet.”

She couldn’t leave them behind.

“Sam this isn’t like you at all,” Danny asked with impossibly increasing alarm. They’d faced a lot and never, not once, had Sam expressed her rare hysterics like this. If even the Pariah Dark and Dark Danny incidents didn’t make her cower, then who or what could?

But Sam’s only response was uptick in horror.

“Guys, guys,” she thought desperately. “They’re going to find us.”

Tucker questioned, “Who Sam? Who is-“

Scenes flashed through her mind in rapid succession- men dressed in white and red crystals and sterile lab tables and the saw-

The elder Fentons, looming over them.

They balked, especially Danny. It was everything from their worst waking nightmares.

“Sam!” Tucker barked. “Focus! Where are you right now?”

Images of the gala poured in.

“Wayne manor,” hissed Danny. “What’s happening there?”

“And how’re we gonna get to Wayne Manor?” Tucker bemoaned. “We don’t know where we are or even have a map of Gotham!”

Danny hesitated, wondering if the PDA would be able to connect to the Fenton satellite like the Ghost Finder. They’d done it once before to reverse-track his parents, but could they use it to find Sam?

As luck would have it, they didn’t need to find out.

A hazy ectoplasmic figure appeared before the duo, making them tense. It was a ghost, that much was obvious, but there were no defining traits to the haze. The figure flickered under their scrutiny but never cleared. Tucker tried to focus on the rough texture of his jeans and the little particles of dust drifting through the air, anything to take the edge off of Sam’s emotions; the fear was only getting more intense and soon it would be crippling. They couldn’t afford to risk that kind of distraction, especially during a fight. And Sam’s urgent pleas to run, get away were horribly distracting. Knowing this was going to be rough, Tucker grimaced. The figure, thankfully, was not hostile.

“I can take you to Manes,” they said. Their voice was hardly that, the words barely discernible to human ears. There were screams and wails and crackles and moans, howling winds and cawing crows.

“No, don’t!” objected Sam.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Danny agreed gratefully and hesitantly. “But uh, who are you?”

The ‘can we trust you?’ was unspoken.

“Gotham,” they introduced. “It’s an honor to meet you, King Phantom.”

“Great, it’s nice to meet you too,” Danny replied, resisting his urge to awkwardly glance to Tucker. As much as he didn’t like all the ghost king nonsense, he wasn’t above using the title if necessary. If Gotham was a city spirit, then they could be immensely helpful.

“The map must have brought us here because they could help us,” Tucker reasoned. Working with the knowledge that sometimes the closest portals to a specific location could be anywhere in time and space, they had asked to be taken to the place they could most quickly find their version of Sam. If Gotham could get them to her then they had to trust the spirit, if only because according to the infi-map said spirit could direct them.

“No!” Sam said harshly. “You can’t get caught!”

“So,” Tucker cleared his suddenly dry throat. “Wayne manor?”

Gotham gurgled and writhed and shot into the sky, Tucker and Danny close behind.

In their heads, Sam screamed her protests.

👻 {Boo!)

Wayne Manor was situated on a hilltop. Tucker was glad gravity didn’t interact with ectoplasmic based organisms in the same way it grounded everything else or they would’ve been out of breath halfway up the incline. As it was they flew with no resistance, three indistinct blurs invisible to living eyes. The manor came into view rapidly to Sam’s vocal dismay and the other two Phantoms scrutinized the building. Wayne manor wasn’t the first manor they’d seen, nor the biggest, but it was still impressive. What was more impressive was the amount of chaos surrounding the manor- cars were scattered about, some on the manicured lawn, several crashed into other cars. There were police vehicles and ambulances too, flashing lights casting sharp beams of bright colored lights into the chaotic dark abyss. The police and medical personnel scuttled every which way, and it was Danny who noted that every single person was equipped with a gas mask of some kind.

It took Tucker an additional moment to realize that there were figures on the roof. Odd, but currently irrelevant.

Danny disagreed, registering that they were fighting. Instantly he felt a tug, an urge to investigate and help, but Gotham didn’t stop and dove straight through one of the outer walls. Immediately Danny put the rooftop quarrel aside and didn’t hesitate to follow the city spirit, not when Sam needed them. It was a good thing too as the mansion was a maze, or it would’ve been if they hadn’t been able to bypass the walls. Still, there were many rooms and without Gotham it would’ve taken them minutes to find Sam. Minutes they might not have. Perhaps realizing that her protests were for naught now that they were so close, Sam quieted down her verbal thoughts, though her fear never abated.

There were guests flung about the various rooms in groups of two and three, cowering and whimpering. Their wide eyes darted and skittered around, tracking nothing.

“What’s wrong with them?” Danny asked, frowning as they passed a hiccupping girl.

It was then that Tucker’s attention turned sharp as he automatically tried to find an answer to Danny's question. It was a habit of his, to try and find answers, and his effort proved fruitful as he saw the faint, yellowish tint in the air. “It’s some kind of gas,” he realized. While the people outside had masks, everyone within the manor was bare faced. He wondered if that was why Sam was so afraid. Aloud to Gotham he asked, “So what’s with this yellow mist?”

“Fear triggering gas,” Gotham rasped, “new variant.”

Tucker took that to be an affirmative.

“What, is that some kind of neurotoxin?” Danny mused.

“Dude, how should I know?” Aloud he remarked, “That explains the masks.”

“But we’re unaffected… do you think going ghost would help Sam?” Danny asked hopefully.

Sam’s presence, petrified and passively lurking, jumped at her name. Still, there was no commentary nor impression from her besides the disconcerting dread.

Tucker mentally shook his head, both as a negative and to refocus. “I don’t know. We haven’t breathed in any of the stuff, and even if we had, the gas wouldn’t be able to find anything to interact with since, you know, ghost biology. Sam’s already infected though so who knows if going ghost would help.”

With a determined frown Danny replied, “We have to try.”

When they phased through the next wall they were met with a large, ornate room full of people. Even with the crowd the two Amity boys spotted Sam hurriedly and rushed past Gotham to her. She was standing, one of the few who still seemed able to, and the haze was noticeably thicker here than it had been in any of the halls. Besides the hazardous vapor there didn’t seem to be any danger, and for that the two were grateful, especially Tucker.

Sam was, as she’d been continually expressing, unhappy that they were there, unjustifiable distress clouding any rational thought. Danny and Tucker looked at one another. They’d been so caught up in getting to Sam and now that they were here, they didn’t quite know what to do.

“Can she phase the gas out?” wondered Danny. Images and memories flickered by, unified by the idea that they could phase out bullets and debris and other miscellaneous things.

“I dunno?” replied Tucker, though they both knew Danny wasn’t asking, rather brainstorming aloud.

“It’s better than nothing,” Danny decided. “You gotta go ghost Sam.”

The girl shook her head frantically. “No,” she said, the denial echoing in their thoughts. Her eyes swiveled around the room, looking at nothing.

“Please?” asked Tucker.

Danny made a thoughtful noise and then reached out a hand, carefully taking hold of Sam’s tense shoulder. Tucker understood his plan moments before it happened, in tandem with Danny as he settled upon his own actions. It wasn’t something they did often, but extending their phasing to objects was possible as it was with people. Danny hoped to phase Sam out of the gas since she wouldn’t, or couldn’t, do it herself. His ectoplasmic energy rippled out, entwining with Sam’s own and shifting her a few degrees away from the regular world. Unfortunately it didn’t seem to help and at a loss, he gave a mental nudge through the bond. What else could they do?

Sam’s insistence they leave grew louder again and Tucker glanced around, trying to see if there were any doors or windows they could open to dissipate the fumes. Danny glanced to Gotham, who had been hovering idly. “Do you know if we can do anything to help?”

Gotham echoed physically, like lapping waves oscillating in five dimensions, and sank into the floor.

“Gee, thanks,” Danny huffed.

After a disgruntled second Tucker pointed out, “Intangibility isn’t the same as going ghost. Swapping your biology might just do the trick. Come on Sam, you can do it!”

But Sam didn’t want to- Batman, the GIW, the elder Fentons, her own parents- they couldn’t risk it, she couldn’t risk it with the two boys right there. She downright refused to put a target on them.

Danny pointed out that he and Tucker were already in ghost mode so it was sort of a moot point. What was one more?

That made Sam react. She went ghost, the white rings appearing around her and swapping out her human features for that of her ghost form. She grabbed their wrists and flew, yanking them along as she went shooting through one of the grand windows and out of the mansion altogether, a tattoo of ‘escape-escape-escape’ beating in her head.

“Whoa!” Danny screeched. Tucker decided that, if he’d been human then, he’d have thrown up. Unexpectedly going from a standstill to traveling around 200 miles an hour had that effect.

The two let Sam drag them, unsure of what else to do right then. Danny had dense ectoplasm and between him and Tucker they would be able to stop Sam’s mad flight, but then what? They were still too near the manor and Gotham in general for comfort, not to mention that if they made Sam stop she might decide to fight them. They couldn’t risk a ghost fight outside of Amity.

The dilemma was quickly resolved; it hadn’t taken a full thirty seconds before Sam’s thoughts cleared. It felt like someone had dumped ice water over her human self. The link was flooded with confusion, then embarrassment, then anger, and then finally tempered resentment. Feelings akin to the notion that she shouldn’t have gotten caught like that crawled along the link, the tumultuous ricochets of which were only just beginning to subside now that they were all close together.

Without the intense emotions and the frantic rush to assist Sam it swiftly became apparent that the experience had been draining. Sam was still twitchy and high strung and the boys’ cores were rattling discontentedly.

“We’ve all been caught off guard,” Tucker pointed out, trying to assuage Sam’s agitated thoughts. “It happens.”

“Not to mention that it’s gas. Who would’ve expected that during a party?” Danny added. At the flat feeling from Sam he amended, “A party outside of Amity and anywhere ghost infested.”

“Guys, I know. I just need to process,” Sam sniped, slightly defensive. She didn’t like her own weakness and never had.

The trio of halfas hovered there for a moment, high in the dark cloudy sky. Sam’s broken camera floated in front of her, the straps around her neck preventing it from drifting away. She watched the few strange reflections the scant light cast on the dimly glowing casing and let the link sink into a more stable state.

“We need to go back.”

That was Danny’s thought, vague impressions of maskless people and the rooftop quarrel snaking through his statement. They were rapidly overshadowed by the more solid and practical concepts running through Sam’s mind. They needed to go back because she was supposed to be there and have been there the entire time, and even if they didn’t always get along she couldn’t leave her parents in danger.

Tucker shared his memory of the yellow tinged halls. There hadn’t been immediate danger to the guests as far as they knew and besides, what could they do to help except dissipate the gas?

In response Sam shot back with a memory of her own. The gala crashers had been armed and willing to hurt people. And what had happened to the hostages?

While Tucker processed that new piece of info Danny obligingly pointed out that they could overshadow the crashers, free the hostages, and turn them in.

Sam’s interest spiked, Tucker’s head snapped up, and in between one flash of dry lightning and the next, a plan began to form.

👻 {Boo!)

The plan almost immediately went awry.

“There’s a ghost,” Danny hissed as they returned to the Wayne property, a faint wisp of blue escaping his mouth. A moment later Sam and Tucker exhaled yellow and silver respectively.

Tucker groaned. “Great.”

With years of practice they quickly took inventory, shooting images and scattered words and impressions back and forth. Fortunately, though Sam didn’t have much, Tucker and Danny had rushed straight to the Wayne property from their trip to the Ghost Zone and as a result had a few gadgets that could be utilized against ghosts. Danny tossed Sam the spare thermos he’d packed and a wrist ray.

“Tucker and me on ghost confrontation, Danny you free the hostages,” Sam said, catching the thermos and ray with a nod.

Danny mentally paused for an instant and then sent a swift confirmation. He tended to be more battle oriented than the other two, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t hold their own. In this situation, so far out of Amity, they needed subtly and Danny was anything but. Overshadowing the crashers was something he could do that wouldn’t immediately scream, “Look! Ghosts!” to the world.

“I’d say good luck but we’ve got this,” Tucker said, projecting a confidence he didn’t quite feel.

They split up after that, Sam and Tucker roving the outside and inside of the mansion, searching for the ghost with an intense, single minded focus that only ghosts could have. Danny, invisible and intangible, floated over to an ambulance, hoping to find information on the captives.

There was a lot of chatter to sift through including the numerous reports and updates about the fight on the rooftop, which seemed to have turned into some kind of Mexican-standoff. He perked up upon hearing that the hostage was one of the Wayne kids and drifted closer to the officer who had mentioned it.

“… yeah. Yeah. Have you seen Red Robin yet?” the officer demanded into the talkie he had, eyes scanning the surrounding mayhem. Then the officer scoffed. “I’ll take the witness accounts later, or better yet, make Don do it. I- hello? Hello?”

As the officer shook the device with clear aggression Danny realized that he’d gotten too close and the talkie had shorted out.

Still, what he’d overheard was alarming.

“We might have Batman and team nearby,” he cautioned. “Heads up.”

Tucker was going to say something, likely along the lines of ‘damn, we’re all screwed’ but was interrupted by a mental scowl and elbow from Sam.

He wasn’t wrong though, and Danny chewed his lip. Batman was famous for his detective skills. They had to tread extra carefully now. The dreadful sound of a flatline interrupted his thoughts and with a wince, Danny backed further away from the vehicles lest he accidentally interfere with the various medical electronics in the ambulances. He circled around, trying to get as close to the cop cars as possible to continue listening in.

Meanwhile, Sam wove through and around the mansion furiously, her disquiet and anger fueling her pace. Tucker took a different approach, opting to borrow a phone someone had dropped as a focus and reaching out, searching for anything odd.

“The roof!” Danny suddenly remarked. “The hostages are on the roof with the crashers. There are a few police officers up there too, and two heroes.”

“These guys didn’t plant a bomb or anything, right? ‘Cause there’s a lot of power underneath the house, and it’s not coming from the main power line,” Tucker said.

Danny combed through what he’d heard once more before replying, “Not that I know of-“

“I found the ghost,” Sam interrupted. There was something off in her voice that the boys couldn’t quite place. Sam herself didn’t know either, but it was vaguely unsettling.

“Where are they at?” Danny questioned, heading to the roof.

“He’s fighting the heroes. The hostages are on the other side of the roof but he’s bottlenecking the rescue attempts with the gas and blocking anyone who gets past it.”

Tucker arrived as Danny did and the ghost was immediately obvious.

It was a humanoid ghost with spindly, straw-like hair and a disturbingly stitched face with no nose. The limbs were entirely out of proportion, impossibly long and stick-like, and it was difficult to tell where the sewn skin began and where the tattered, patched clothes ended. His bulging eyes glowed a miasmic yellow and tied around his neck was the distinct form of a noose.

“He can’t see us or he’ll blow our cover wide open,” Danny warned.

“More heroes incoming,” Tucker added, spying more of the local vigilantes approaching. “Just what we needed!”

Sam cursed, feeling a faint and familiar ping in her core. “Jason’s nearby too. He must be a hostage.”

The trio felt a strong, shared sense of exasperation. Yet again it seemed that Murphy’s Law had decided to make things as complicated as possible.

“Of course. Sure. We’re the Phantoms so why not?” Tucker lamented.

After a moment Danny declared, “Somehow I think I should blame Clockwork for this.”

“Seconded,” Sam huffed.

“Thirded,” chimed Tucker.

A dimension away, a time adjacent ghost sneezed.

👻 {Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.)

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Since I can't read yet I come here with a question instead! (And if this wasn't already planned and won't spoil anything, of course). Because I'm an absolute sap, how does the first kisses happen with each of the boys?

So, the truth is, nope no kisses were planned - because while I am absolutely a hopeless romantic, I often forget there's a part after the mutual pining. Whoops!

But our idiot trio... They grow closer and don't even really notice. Like walking a mile and just thinking about each individual step, then looking back and going "Oh"

The reveal is a midpoint for that - they grew as close as they could for the roles they occupy in each other's life, and afterwards have that relationship as solid base to build even more on top of it.

Now for the actual kisses?

It's Y/N who takes initiative in both cases - the boys are a little more aware of how down bad they are, desperately trying to flirt while a lot of it either flies over Y/N's head or they interpret it as "normal" behavior (which it is, but still, way to miss the point, dear). So the little bird is the one who has to have their "Oh." moment!

I think. Well, this is me, and on the fly adaptations are the norm, so yes.

This realization comes late (because I am a whore for mutual pining, even though it's not quite self-aware in Y/N's case), after HQ finds out that they know each other's identities.

In the end, our dear star agents are let off the hook easy, due to some combination of "Well, we kind of knew this was going to happen sooner rather than later, our mistake to not separate you immediately", Dawn being a convincing bastard along the lines of "Knowing each other's identities can be quite the advantage, actually. We can join each other's long-term missions without any risk to our civilian identity, and you know how effective we are in the field", and also some bit of plot armor, I suppose (lmao)

But I've mentioned it before - they get one "test" mission to see just how efficient their trio is, and if it's worth looking past the (unintentional) breaking of rules). I still kind of want this to happen on a cruise? For Reasons(TM)

Robin poses as a high-standing trust fund kid, a role they despise but which explains both the need for a bodyguard and why no one has actually seen them before when they introduce themself. They play the role decently well by simply channeling their snappy attitude they used to show towards Dusk back in the day (and of course, still sometimes do, but much much more affectionate these days)

Dawn is the daytime bodyguard, mostly present for the afternoon meetings and keeping Robin from just. Mauling the sleazy business people they're forced to mingle with. They get flustered more than enough, still more used to the nice neighbor, so to be out of their comfort zone within the mission and then kept off balance by their way too smooth rival/ bodyguard?

It gets worse when they just feel that twitch in their fingers, watching as illicit deals go through, and they can't do anything yet. Sun makes sure to hold them back, a firm but gentle hand on their shoulder before he takes their hand to brush over their tensed knuckles. Signals them that yes, he saw, too - and it'll be okay. They'll take care of it together as soon as they can, and there's absolutely no doubt about that in his mind. The confidence is infectious, and Robin has a small moment of realization just how much they trust and understand Sun, and how much more they want to learn - they couldn't imagine a life without him long before already, but this makes them aware of that terrible need for more, still. All this condensed in the short thought "God, I want to kiss him."

They need to process that.

Unfortunately, Dusk doesn't help. Smug as always, he's their escort for any of the evening activities, more focused on the social aspect and having fun. Some dances, smarmy cocktail parties, plays - you name it, there's something going on, and for the sake of information Robin has to attend as much as possible.

They try to interact with everyone else, but truly just cannot stand these people, and are too unused to playing nice. They regularly tap out, and just go back to their bodyguard - scary guy, really, don't they mind? "Not at all, he's a sweetheart! (:" *cut to Moon standing near the wall, glowering with thermal vision and sharp teeth, arms crossed to hide the twitching fingers* "... Right." But they go back, and notice that it's reassuring for them both. They drag him onto the dance floor at some point, missing steps and dancing out of tune, because they just get so caught up in their usual banter. One comment just nearly breaks them, and they fear they're threatening to burst their cover with how loudly they want to laugh. If only they could shut him up with a kiss -

Wait.

Again?

And thus the crisis begins. They bide their time for a day or two, just processing that yes, they're in love with their - their.

Their everything sounds so incredibly cheesy - but they are, aren't they? Neighbors, rivals, friends - they touch each other's life on all accounts.

Theirs, they settle on. That's what they want the boys to be, anyway.

They don't know when it started - they just look back, and it looks like this was always the way things would have gone. Of course they ended up here - every step only took them closer to this point.

It's time for the next one, then.

Turns out they're just a bit of a romantic sap, and they look for "good" moments. Fortunately for them, I am also a romantic sap, and will god mod their universe to fit my cheesy needs.

They get Dawn first. They have a moment to themselves, after a long afternoon of boring meetings, and Robin stays behind in the room for a moment to breathe. Dawn waits near the entrance, glaring at a few people that just carelessly shoulder check him. Lets out a noise of disgruntlement, then crosses the room to check on Robin. They assure him they're fine, they just need a moment without this stuffy atmosphere. They glance up at him - and the amount of brain cells that activate in that moment is unheard of for them.

Perfect opportunity. "Lean down", they ask him. "Your tie's messed up. Let me fix it?" And Dawn - well, he's positively surprised for sure, that's a bold step for his little thief! So he is not complaining! He obliges, so so happy and confident that they finally started making some advances! He does not expect that they are about to just skip a couple steps entirely. Tug him down by his tie, the other hand settling on his shoulder, but the kiss itself is surprisingly delicate after the startling force to get him there. They pull back after a moment, trying to assess - and Dawn is just completely stunned. Well. They were pretty sure, but... "I didn't misunderstand, right?"

That's when Dawn snaps back to reality, and just cups their face with both hands, widest grin on his face before he mimics that first kiss again and again. But it's too passive for him, and they got their human kisses, so now he's adding a good nuzzle into the mix, all while Robin starts giggling. He's a little eager, after months of pining - so the two of them may stumble into the chairs and desk behind them. The noise does startle them out of their little moment, but then Robin looks at him, and just entirely deadpan says "Don't tell Dusk. I'm going to get him."

Dawn loses it, which is saying something, and they join in immediately after. He does promise to not snitch, though.

They don't have to wait long. Another on deck cocktail party, and they end up staying late long after the staff cleaned up the last of the drinks and snacks. The night sky out at sea - that's a view even Dusk will let them stay up for. They just lean on the railing, listen to the waves crash against the ship, and crane up their necks to look at the stars. After a while Robin does feel that, so they crack it. Dusk, very much interpreting that as "that sounded bad", just immediately looks down to check on them. They blink, surprised, when he's all worried with his hands near their neck, just fluttering and checking for an injury that isn't there. Yup, they think. This idiot gets it, and now. So they cup his face, resulting in a surprised little jolt when he locks eyes with them. Idiots already getting kissed. A little more insistently than Dawn, perhaps, but also over just as quick. They pull back again, look at his stunned expression, and grin. "Yup, been wanting to do that for a while."

Dusk... Appalled. Offended. Insulted to the core. He grabs them by the lapels of their suit, dragging them forward, and just shakes them (gently). "Then why did you wait this long?" And they're just holding onto his wrists and giggling, going "But this was perfect!" "I'll give you perfect -" "Like right now?" "Right -" And he blinks at them, and yeah, actually - like right now. Some of the remaining staff do remind them they aren't alone at some point. They just kind of slink back to their room then - giggling to each other like the fools they are.

They do kind of agree to leave any further new PDA for after they return home, and somehow the pining becomes much more bearable with the thought that it's only a few more days. There's a date - and then they'll discuss going on one <3

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #I got SO distracted I am still so distracted #I am so sorry FHDJSK #but here <3 #kisses <333 #this is 1.6K words #have fun FGHDSJ #posting this NOW before i get distracted again

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