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lolottes · 5 months

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amity park in the non-ghostly chaos after the departure of the youngest fenton

The situation with the GiW had gotten worse. Even Vlad was starting to get sniffed at by them after the GiW heard things about Vlad election.

The three halfa came together, despite the tension between them, for a common plan.

Danny couldn't leave until the gate closed.

Vlad couldn't leave while he was still attached to Maddie

both were endangering the halfa's secret existence and so Dani was worried. but she owed Danny a favor.

Danny was going to tell these parents, without transforming himself, just making his eyes shine at the end. If it goes well, so much the better! they will have help for the rest of the plan!! Otherwise Vlad would intervene to prevent the worst while sending a message to Dani who would trigger the Fenton sensors and pretend to be Danny Phantom and Vlad intervene immediately physically.

Why? Vlad thought it was the best way to make the parents believe that Danny had only tested them and that they had failed.

…What happened

Maddie didn't hesitate to shoot Danny when Danny's eyes started to shine. Then the detector distracted her while Danny ran. The Parrent duo followed Danny BUT were stopped by Vlad, who argued with them, taking out a bottle of shiny green ecto contact lens while taking out custody waiver papers which a still very tunned Jack signed while declaiming that they were coming to show where their priority was and it was NOT Danny and his well-being!

when Maddie? ... she didn't stay to listen to Vlad and went running after Dani Phantom.

Suffice it to say, Danny wasn't entirely happy with this "little" addition to the plan on Vlad's part, but it worked, vlad knew how to put pressure on people to sign his papers after all, he did not succeed in the business world ONLY thanks to his ability to own people. These parents seemed to question themselves or at least jack but Danny no longer had enough confidence to stay at Fenton Work. Vlad convinced them to close the portal. In any case, even if they had refused, Vlad would have just sabotaged the machine without blowing up the whole neighborhood, he has the knowledge to.

Once that was done, Vlad and Danny no longer had any ties to Amity Park other than friendships and the position of mayor. After all, Maddie reacted like that to her son ... so Vlad resigned himself, he didn't think that Maddie would be the one who would react ... react like this and not even stay to hear all his talk....

Danny chats with his two best friends and these two both intended to aim for Gotham University knowing that it was the best choice of city for the three of them. So they would meet again, just for a few years of long-distance friendship.

Danny even told Valerie what happened, without the part where he was Phantom, although some implied that Valerie was thinking about the implication for her. Danny didn't insist.

Dani decided to stay a little longer at Amity Park. After all, if Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom moved at the same time, it wouldn't have been for the best.... But Vlad threatened, she won't stay at Amity Park for long, Vlad will officially adopt Dani but he had better be correct! otherwise she will run away!!!

Danny and Vlad move to Gotham after Vlad's resignation speech on the importance of family over career and another snap election.

Dani, under the title of Phantom, warned the few Danny "enemy" arriving at Amity Park without any portal of the situation. But the closure of the fenton and vlad portals caused ghost attacks to drop sharply. Soooo, Val asks Dani about the situation and listened about the fenton portal....

and valerie was not silent about this sudject!

She was also very verbal at school, like it was normal that he was always so tired! he had to sleep above the point of ghosts entering the living world!! he who was so afraid of the slightest ghostly appearance!!! how do you want to sleep like that?!? why didn't anyone visit the Fenton home with Danny's grades dropping and falling grades! his overall change in behavior!!! In hindsight it was normal that Jazz was so mature if she had to hold the bar !!! why had no teacher sounded the alarm! What do you mean, Mr.Lancer, you did it but it didn't work? !!! How? or did it block?

Quickly Vallerie was not the only one to search and ... it was Tucker who said the passing remark that ignited things: Maybe it was the government that didn't want the only designer of anti-ghost weapons to be distracted from their work after they signed their government contract

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Meanwhile, Danny was preparing for the first gala as Vlad's child in the mansion of the richest family in the city and in the top three in the world.

no pressure

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dragonfly0808 · 7 months

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That girly urge to drop everything and write a 50k Harry Potter fanfic about Draco running away from home post 4th year and being scared and all alone and somehow running into Sirius who sees a young boy fending for himself after realizing his family are not good people and seeing himself and thus taking him in and letting him stay at Grimmauld Place despite protests because “He’s my nephew, he may have made mistakes but he’s also 15 and doesn’t deserve to be on his own fuck off”

That urge to write about him being oh so awkward with Ron and Hermione but still forming a begrudging, tentative friendship but it isn’t until he goes on an errand with Hermione to the muggle world and finding out about muggle hair dye and deciding to dye his hair to distance himself from the Malfoy name that Hermione decides to help him and whilst dying his hair Draco just spills his guts and apologizes to her for everything and admits that he was an ass and that he doesn’t want to be that anymore and that’s when their friendship begins for real

And immediately after that Ron also softens a bit and they start getting along just a tiny bit more.

He and Hermione somehow become besties though neither will admit it, like, they’ll be up at 2am arguing over their potions textbooks and Ron is just like ‘oh god there’s two of them now’ before getting them to take breaks and eat and teasing both of them.

Draco truly looking up to Sirius, who is just proud of him for being able to see his past mistakes and they’re just… UGH

That urge to write about Harry finally making it to Grimmauld Place and thinking he must’ve hit his head when he sees Draco standing behind Hermione and Ron, leaning against the door with slightly washed out light blue hair and a soft sweater

Harry being so confused when Hermione and Ron both vouch for Draco. Harry nearly passing out when Draco apologizes to him before anything else can happen and he looks so good in those hand me down sweaters WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Them going back to Hogwarts, Draco, Hermione and Ron together as prefects.

Draco wondering where to sit during the first day since he’s not sure if his friends will want him anymore just for Ron to call out ‘Oi Malfoy, where you going?’ When he’s resigned to eat outside

Him and Harry bonding in Potions class, mainly laughing at Snape’s reaction to see Draco’s newly dyed pink hair that Umbridge nearly expells him for

And before you know it the Golden Trio has become the Golden Quartet and Harry spends most of his time trying to figure out why his heart does backflips every time he sees Draco smile or laugh at lunch

Then Dumbledore’s Army starts and Draco is Harry’s right hand man, helping him with what lessons to give and working as a double agent since he still lives in the Slytherin dorm he helps with avoiding the Inquisitorial Squad and even gets new members from Slytherin.

The urge to write about Draco and Harry spending so much time together figuring out what to teach next and how to make the lessons easier and Draco being so soft with Harry and letting his guard down and Harry opening up about his anger and Draco nearly murdering Umbrige when he finds out about the ‘I mustn’t tell lies’ thing

Ron talking about Hermione, wondering if maybe she has a crush on someone and Draco just staring and going ‘Weasley… you’re an idiot’ (with love)

Draco and Hermione being so competitive but also always studying together and Draco trying to get Hermione to make a move on Ron because ‘It’s so obvious it’s painful! I could tell from two tables away how you two drool for each other!’ Because Harry is so adamant about not getting involved in that mess. Just- Draco and Hermione being besties and platonic soulmates

The urge to write Draco and Harry staying in the Room of Requirements after the Army leaves and just hanging out and Harry being so weirdly happy because Draco never expects him to be the ‘Chosen One’ or a Dark Arts master or even calm and rational, he just expects him to be… Harry… even if that means dealing with his swing moods every once in a while

Harry writing to Sirius about feeling oh so confused and not knowing what to do and Sirius just being so amused and trading glances with Remus like, ‘…this boy is so dumb’

All four spending Christmas together and Draco is totally not crying when he gets his own Weasley sweater what are you talking about? And the trio crushes him into a hug to tease/comfort him. And well if Ron and Hermione wind up under the mistletoe and/or locked in a closet and the twins hand Draco a few coins well whose to say that was anything but a coincidence?

Harry not being able to concentrate as a seeker cause Malfoy dyed his hair a violet that makes his cheekbones pop out and his eyes look so pretty and FUUUUCCCCKKKK

Umbridge cornering Draco and trying to get info out of him and threatening him and trying to make him think that there’s no way Harry forgave him and that he’s just using him but Draco doesn’t care because being used by Harry would be better than being manipulated by his family Draco begrudingly admitting what happened when the Trio can tell he’s upset and all of them nearly killing Umbridge and affirming that they’re friends against all odds and that they wouldn’t trade him for anything, Draco dying his hair red in honor of that conversation

After a particularly bad Occlumency lesson with Snape, Harry sneaks out and finds Draco at the lake and they just talk and maybe just maybe Harry can’t help but kiss him because he just wants one good thing and- AAAAAHHHH

Anyways… yeah… the girly urge jeje

Might do it someday who knows, go back to my roots as an HP fanfic writer

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #draco x harry #draco deserved better #draco and hermione #draco and ron

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wings-of-a-storm · 1 year

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how far Wille and Simon have come during these two seasons of Young Royals. It makes you want to re-watch all those little moments that began it all between them, right? Especially since Wille had to work so hard to break through Simon’s guard in the battleground of their school and earn his trust that he wasn’t just another one of the a-holes about to humiliate him at any second.

One of my most treasured, subtle moments that I always look forward to seeing in S1 is when you see the process of Wille actually becoming a sanctuary for Simon at school despite the walls Simon built around himself.

That feeling is shown so cleverly and heartwarmingly in the scene where Wille joins the rowing ream for their early morning fitness sessions (albeit late XD) and Simon’s whole demeanour visibly brightens the moment he sees Wille has joined them. IT GETS ME EMOSH EVERY TIME.

Before Wille joins them, we get to watch with him out his window at the team gathering, and it is there that we witness the perfect snapshot of the utter hell Simon goes through every day at that school. You see all the boys collectively ignoring Simon and ostracising him (from first years to seniors). And what rankles is that you can see it isn’t from Simon’s lack of trying -- he actively tries to engage with them and join the circle of bodies but they treat him like he is invisible.

It would be so humiliating and so deeply lonely to be put in that situation time and time again -- and this is just one morning of many! At the end of this new humiliation, you can see the resigned look on Simon’s face as he has to once again choke it all down and bring his armour out to emotionally survive another day of his school peers signalling to him that he is worthless -- not worth saying hello to, not worth talking to, not worth even acknowledging.

And here is the awful truth -- that shit is traumatising, no matter how strong you think you are being in the face of it! Simon is an incredibly strong, grounded, independent boy with a good support network at home, but he has to endure this bullying every day alone amongst the boys. He may be able to scoff at their behaviour in his head because he is far more emotionally intelligent, but the fact of the matter is that when you have to endure constant slights every day like that, it can absolutely erode your self-confidence and slowly condition your subconscious into reconsidering that maybe there is something fundamentally unlikable about you after all. Repetition is a powerful force.

Simon has only been in that environment at Hillerska for a month or two, but it would still be affecting him on some level because how could it not? The only real safe space for him at school is with his sister (and probably choir and the music room).

Until he meets Wille.

And this is why I love this scene so much! Because you truly get to witness how much Wille’s presence starts to give Simon peace even at this early stage of their friendship. Because there Simon is, jogging in a group that doesn’t want him there, exerting mental energy into keeping his armour up so he doesn’t have to feel how shit it makes him feel, when out of nowhere he hears a cheerful “Hi!” from beside him and it is Wille.

The way Simon’s whole face lights up when he realises he is no longer alone in the group because Wille is there (insert all the crush feelings), gets me evvvvvvvery time. Simon’s face is actual sunshine!

(^ Apologies to Prince Wilhelm for these unflattering screenshots of him, but the smile he brings out of Simon is the real flattering thing here, sir!)

You can totally understand why Simon’s face turns into sunshine at the sight and sound of Wille being there though -- Wille is the first person that morning to acknowledge his existence, and above that, sound genuinely happy for the chance to hang out with him during training. Talk about suddenly feeling like a human being again! And feeling much safer in the presence of a known ally. (And then of course add in that Simon is already crushing on Wille by this point). No wonder Simon can’t stop smiling.

Then of course, the training continues on and we get to see all of Simon’s surreptitious stares at Wille who no doubt looks so cute to him in Struggletown (coz even princes can’t do planking exercises without sweating and groaning like a muppet). You can see how much Simon is enjoying just being around Wille during training. He looks like he is actually having fun at school for one of the very rare occasions outside of choir practice. And since Wille is right there opposite him in the grind, you can tell that Wille has spent every chance he had to claim his space beside Simon, and gosh that must feel so awesome for Simon considering he started the morning with no one acknowledging his existence or wanting him there.

We are witnessing such pure friendship here, and it hurts from how good it feeeeeeels.

Having this new friendship/sanctuary at school for the times when he is away from his sister must have made getting off the bus at school so much more bearable for Simon, you know? It’s no wonder Simon was crushing on Wille so hard by episode two. And I reallllllly, really love that about their dynamic -- how from the beginning they found a bit of peace in each other in a school that they struggle emotionally to be at. And it just keeps on growing from there. T_T <3

Okay, my emotions have been satisfactorily spilled. Thank you for the indulgence. XD

#Young Royals #Wilmon #Wilhelm x Simon #the feels are real #they are back to consuming all of my thoughts #I love their origin story #I shall consume it like air #announce s3 though please and thank you

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p0ssywhippedcream · 9 months

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Hey girllll what’s up?? Hope you’re getting rest from your flight- that type of tired is A WHOLE OTHER TYPE OF TIRED LOL- I was wondering if you could do Apollo x Demigod reader where the reader kinda dies and he goes up to Olympus demanding and threatening Zeus to make her a Goddess? (if you have to use godly parent could you do Hades?)

TYSMMMM<3333 HOPE YOU GETS LOTS OF REST AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!

FRRRRR I"M SO EEPY GIRL and istg if there are any spelling errors its cause I wrote this right as I got it n I'm too tired to notice!!

You miss your boyfriend. You've only been dead a day and you're sooooooo bored. Wandering around your father's palace can only be so entertaining when you've passed the same skull mantle three times. Apollo is a lot of things but he's never been a bore and you wish he was here, lighting up the gloomy atmosphere and kissing you dizzy.

You try not to think about how this was inevitable. You'd die and he'd move on because he was a god and that's what gods do, they keep living. You don't want to know that he's probably already moved on to wooing another so you stay in the palace, ignoring the gossipy dead and whatever news they bring because you can't bear to hear he has a new lover on his hip already.

You're sitting in the garden, picking at a pomegranate and turning your nail beds a deep red as they fill with juice when a familiar glow is skipping towards you. Apollo is tugging you to your feet and peppering you with his lips before you can even ask. Your father having followed not far behind is watching him with an observant glare.

When Apollo finally gives you a chance to breathe, you're cupping his face so he doesn't lean in for more as you ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get you, silly! I'm not leaving my girlfriend in the underworld, what kind of boyfriend would that make me?"

"One that respects the rightful line between life and death." Your father chimes in but Apollo brushes his words away with an eye roll, his glittery teeth making it playful.

"Wait, wait," You put a hand up, effectively shutting them both up, "What do you mean 'come get me'?"

"You're coming to Olympus with me, Sunshine," Your jaw drops and his pointer is pushing it back up gently as he continues, "I talked to Zeus and he agreed!"

"Zeus wouldn't just.. agree." You shake your head baffled, glancing at your father when he says, "No, he wouldn't."

You turn back to your glowing lover, allowing your hands to run over his warm shoulders. "How do you persuade him?"

Apollo thinks back to when he'd approached his father's throne, casually bringing up the Black Plague and watching Zeus's face morph from confusion to anger to brief fear to understanding as he propositioned a new god with a little more threat than necessary.

"I'm his favorite son," He offers you instead, ignoring the narrowing of your expression.

"Sure you are.." You pat his beefy muscles before slipping out of his arms and wandering towards your silent dad. "What do you think of this?"

"You're happy with Apollo?" He confirms and when you nod, he says, "Then go be happy."

"Will I be able to visit you?" Hades reaches for your face, rubbing a thumb along your cheekbone with a faint smile.

"You're always welcome here, my child." You feel a light mist over your eyes as you envelop him in a hug, his chilly mouth leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

When you pull away, Apollo is by your side, taking your hand and allowing you one last squeeze to your fathers arm before he's leading you out of the Underworld. Your ghostly glare fades to a bright shine, leaving you sprinkled in sparkles and a well-fitted toga as he marches you to the heavens. Your father presses his fingers to his lips, blowing a shaky kiss towards the glow of your ascending forms, resigning himself to being alone again as he picks up the pomegranate you'd been toying with and slides back into the darkness of his reign.

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gabessquishytum · 4 months

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Hob is a former escort, now a permanent ornament to some rich guy (you know what, let’s say burgess). Orphaned at an early age, hob has never known another way of life, other than scraping by using what he can. And often that’s been his body.

At least with burgess he knows where his meals are coming from and he knows what to expect and how to please him. he knows burgess isn’t going to share him around or hurt him. But he’s very jaded about love.

Enter poet dream. Dream is an aspiring writer who grew up pretty sheltered. This is a dream who’s never been heart broken, or lost a son, who believes in true love and the moment he sees hob, he feels it.

Maybe burgess is trying to court Dream’s sister, death. Death isn’t into it but it does get them invited to a party at burgess’ estate. and that’s where Dream first meets hob.

Hob is getting towed around by burgess, wearing clothes picked for him, laughing at all the right times, while being very clearly bored. Enamored with his beautiful brown eyes, Dream follows him around the party, heart pounding in his ears. And when burgess is distracted, Dream takes his chance. He introduces himself to hob and in the same breath tells him that he’s never seen anyone look so lovely or so lonely.

Hob just laughs, charmed despite himself. But they talk, secluded on a balcony all night. Hob finds himself opening up about his life, about how he is tired of being used by the highest bidder, about how he always wanted more for himself but has stopped believing it’s possible. And dream recites his poems for him and tells hob about how he’s always dreamed of meeting someone he could talk to, just like this. They both marvel at how different their lives have been, despite being about the same age. Finally, they kiss under the moonlight. Dream begs hob to leave burgess and run away with him. But hob hesitates. Dream is a penniless artist. And burgess might be old but he’s a dangerous man. Hob knows he wouldn’t just let hob go without consequences.

But does he dare? For the first time in a long time, hob is starting to hope again.

Escort Hob and soft poet Dream... oh they're a match made in heaven. I love them.

Hob wants to believe that he can have more than this life. He's tired physically, and tired of being disrespected too. It's all very well knowing that he's got food and a roof over his head, but he really doesn't feel safe. Maybe starving in a shitty flat with Dream would be the better alternative, as at least he'd feel loved. Dream keeps sending him letters with these amazing poems in them and every time, Hob feels a bit of his broken heart coming back together.

He asks politely for Burgess to accept his "resignation", but that goes about as well as you might expect. Burgess isn't prepared to let an asset like Hob get away.

The thing is, Hob grew up on the streets. He's dangerous too, even if he pretends not to be. And an old man is still an old man. Sock him in the jaw once and he'll keel right over. Hob empties the safe in the office and gets the hell out of there.

He shows up at Dream’s flat with bruised knuckles, a bag of cash, and a willingness to make it work. They really don't have time, since Hob is pretty sure he's not going to just get away with stealing from Burgess. But Dream pins Hob to the door with soft, adoring hands and kisses him until theyre both lightheaded. That night, Dream just holds him. Doesn't ask for anything more. He seems entirely happy just to have Hob in his arms.

And really Hob is still far from being safe. His future is totally uncertain. But there's Dream, and poetry, and a bag of Burgess's dirty cash. Its a start towards a better life. That's for sure.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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ridreamir · 5 months

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Short Drayton Imagines (Set 1)

Warning! These are Post-DLC Imagines! I won't really be spoiling much plot-wise but in case I say anything spoiler-y I'm going to include a page break-- read with your own caution! There's a hint of Kieran Jealousy in here haha

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You aren't really close friends, per se, it's just that he's taken to inserting himself into your life at random. If you ever find yourself in his neck of the woods, it's more than likely that he'll pop out from nowhere and try to distract you from getting your work done. You are colleagues at the very least, being the champ of his little organization and all.

"Hey sport!" or some variation is the only warning you'll get that you're about to be dragged into some whirlwind and might as well either run as fast as you can or resign yourself to being at the mercy of Drayton's whims for the day.

Yes, he is always scheming. People might look down on him for being laid back, but he's still got the energy to plot things it seems.

...It's not that he's philosophically against bad grades or anything, but you're a little too high-strung about being perfect and performing all the time. At least, that's what he thinks. You've been the best at everything for so long that he's not sure if it's just your nature or an obligation that everyone else has set upon you. You need to learn to relax! Who better to teach you than the Drayster himself? It's not like he takes anything seriously anymore. (lol) (Maybe he's projecting, a little. He knows a thing or two about expectations and pressure being put on a person to achieve excellence, even if that's not what they really want.)

Plenty of his lackeys have obviously figured out that he's got some sort of thing going on, what with how easily he drops what he's doing just to go pester you. Even if that means abandoning his snacks and actually cleaning himself off to look somewhat presentable. The fact that he cares to wipe a couple crumbs off his chest is enough to turn heads. Drayton isn't the type to mind what anyone thinks.

You're lucky the dorms require a digital key to get in, and that he can't be bothered to break in (though he probably could pull some strings if he really wanted). He's followed you back to the dorms after a long day and ignored the hall monitors barking at him to get back to his own just to play around and snoop through your stuff. It's... kind of like finding a really lazy Beartic rummaging through your garbage.

He doesn't really need a comfortable bed, to be honest. He's happy to drag you into a foot of snow and burrow there. He can settle anywhere secluded, as fun as it is to watch people from afar. He needs peace and quiet to sleep.

Artificial glaciers or not, the cold is still biting, but he's impervious to it somehow. He'll have his skin exposed for hours and have nothing more than a slight flush to his pale skin. You, on the other hand, have little choice in the matter. He knows you've dealt with worse, being a seasoned adventurer and all, so he doesn't really feel all too bad about hogging all your warmth to himself. ...If you were actually cold, he wouldn't be so cruel. You're dressed appropriately, and you have your Pokemon if you absolutely need. You can handle a few moments out in the snow. Your little friend is a teeny bit upset with him. So's his sister, so there's nothing new there. But he has to admit that he's a little smug about how 'close' he can get to you and loves watching the pipsqueak try to stomp down his temper. It goes something like "Hey there buddy~." And an arm slung lazily slung around your shoulder. Not that you have any idea that Kieran is both behind you and seething at Drayton. It's just too easy to get to him, but think of it as payback. He's forgiven of course, but he still put you all through some rough stuff. You especially. Drayton still loves to mess with Carmine, sure, but she's also been on his case about how he's been latching onto you recently. Maybe it's because she knows how jealous her brother gets, but he thinks she just wants you all to herself. Too bad for her, he got to you first. Well, not exactly, she met you before him, but she had her chance! Now you're the bestest of buds and she can't do nothin about it. You've got lots of friends back at 'home'. He knows he can't always capitalize on your time, and he backs off when he sees you actually needing space, but they're not here to stop him. You're his bud, all his.

#x reader #pokemon #reader insert #pokemon x reader #imagines #fanfiction #dlc #drayton pokemon #Drayton x Reader #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarlet dlc #blueberry academy #school life #hello tumblr #i'm back #post dlc #possesiveness #Youtube

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dairy-farmer · 11 months

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Tim goes to a gloryhole because he doesn't believe anyone would like him enough to fuck him so he goes there to lose his virginity. But Bruce, who's obsessively stalking Tim and had been the reason why all his dates failed, finds out and becomes the customer to take his virginity.

Tim liked the gloryhole so he keeps on coming back. And Bruce also keeps on going back to the gloryhole. As such, the only customer Tim ever really have is Bruce. Tim doesn't really mind or doesn't know because after the first few orgasms, he doesn't think he would ever be able to tell the difference.

And that's put to the test when one day, Bruce had to cut their meeting short because there was an emergency. He thought Tim was sufficiently fucked enough that he'll go home after. But Tim didn't go home. Although, his customer has always fucked him until he passes out or his mind turns to goo, even his fucked out brain can tell that this meeting was shorter than usual. So he keeps on begging for the cock to come back. And it did!

Except it wasn't Bruce's cock. It was the Red Hood's. And Tim couldn't even tell the difference. He's just happy that someone is fucking his cunny. He thinks the customer was just teasing him.

For the next couple of weeks, there was an uptick in emergencies in Gotham. It took a long time for Bruce to realize that it was Red Hood who's behind all of this. Although unhappy, Bruce had to resign himself to Tim getting fucked by strangers. The thought makes him gag. He's really upset with this but if he wants to have more uninterrupted time with his ducky, sacrifices have to be made. He'll just make sure that he'll end this as soon as possible. He can't have his baby fucked by mediocre men.

Then Dick comes to the cave and he realizes that maybe his ducky doesn't have to be fucked by mediocre men. So he tells Dick about Tim and the gloryhole, and how Jason maybe having a relapse with the Pit. Dick agrees to help out.

Jason, on the other hand, was on his way to the gloryhole. He noticed Batman and Tim were coming to this place that first time they did and wondered if the place had something sketchy going on. Imagine his surprise when he learns that they're fucking there and that it seems his little brother doesn't even know he's been fucking their dad. Bruce probably knows who he's fucking.

So he created a wild goose chase for the Batman so he could fuck Tim. It has taken some time, but it seems that Batman has risen to the bait and looks like he'll be baby bird's first and only cock tonight.

Only when he got there, Tim was being fucked by Dick? What was he doing here? Batman, who's been trailing Jason halfway to the gloryhole, also wants to ask the same question to Jason. Dick wants to know what are the both of them doing here. He thought he was getting uninterrupted Timmy time! Tim wants to know why this new (amazing) cock has stopped fucking him. And it's this one big spiderman meme that's only stopped by Tim begging for more.

By the end of the night, the three of them reach an understanding and fucks Tim. One day, when they get sick of only having a short time with Tim, they'll confront Tim and tells him that he doesn't need to go there anymore. He can just be fucked here in the manor by his brothers and his dad considering they're the ones fucking him all the time in the hole anyways. But for now, they're just going to release all their pent up frustrations on Tim's pussy

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!11 TTHIS IS SO GOOOODD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE IDEA OF TIM USING A GLORYHOLE TO LOSE HIS VIRGINITY AND THE ENTIRE FAMILY FINDING OUT AND TAKING ADVANTAGE SO TIM NEVER FUCKS A STRANGER ONLY HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i want to kiss your brain you have the most incredible ideas!!!!!!!!!!!!

it all stems from bruce realizing something's wrong with tim. he's...quieter. more withdrawn. he picks at his dinner and quietly retreats to his room after he's finished. he doesn't stick around and keep bruce company or babble on about his day with that sweet smile. bruce figures out very quickly its because he's been stood up on his latest date.

....the one that bruce purposefully sabotaged because that boy was a year older than tim and had a tattoo. bruce had just been looking out for tim beacause tim was just too sweet of a child, too soft and the wrong sort of people would always see him and take advantage because they could. so...when tim started getting texts from classmates and notes in his backpack about how pretty he was and if maybe he wants to go to the arcade sometime-

bruce put a stop to it. swiftly. he called parents, he blackmailed, he pretended to be a young girl online to flirt and convinced those boys leaving....horrendous long texts about maybe meeting up behind the bleachers for sex, to stop bothering tim.

none of them deserved tim anyway and tim was far too young to be doing something as mature as...as sex. which was all that those boys wanted anyway. bruce saw how those pimpled and whisker-cheeked boys looked at tim while bruce sat in the pick up line for him after school let out. the way they stared at the sweet swell of his little chest pressed against the tight cotton of his shirt. the way his long skirt flared out at his knees (because bruce absolutely forbade anything shorter). it was all just too much. tim was still...his baby. bruce couldn't possibly be asked to allow those boys to send his timmy such foul languaged texts about what they would do to his...his pussy.

but it seems bruce's good intentions had backfired. bruce tries to keep his composure as he walks around the large video rental store that apparently doubles as a glory hole location. he nods at the owner who is too engrossed in some cheesy romance playing on one of many TVs hanging on the walls. the walls are a sad gray and the store looks like it hasn't had a single customer in the last decade. its probably some money laundering operation but that's not what bruce is there for. he's there because this was the location of the glory hole tim had advertised for along with a cute school picture of his. bruce's heart had stopped when he'd seen the post tim uploaded to the big gotham 'anonymous-sex' chatroom.

bruce had a habit of monitoring tim's online activity and as soon as he'd seen the post he'd hidden it from view of the other chatroom's users. bruce used a number of fake profiles he created to express interest and dissuade tim from pouting at the lack of engagement and trying his luck elsewhere.

bruce had read tim's post over and over again until he'd memorized every heartbreaking word. about how tim feels ugly and unloveable, how no boy has ever taken him out on a date, how he wants so badly to know what it feels like to have sex and feel the warmth of another person on him...in him. how this was tim's attempt to lose his virginity and control it. it was an open invitation for anyone to fuck him- no age restriction, no having to pay for it, no condoms necessary.

it was mind-blowingly reckless of tim and originally bruce had gone to the coordinates intent on dragging tim home and spanking him until he couldn't move. but then...bruce had walked into that little service corridor decorated with stage curtains along the walls, a fire exit at the end of the corridor and tim's little pale legs held open at the knee by the golden ropes of the drapes, the rest of his body separated by a wall that connected to another room.

bruce saw no security cameras, no indication of a monitoring device watching him.

all he saw was tim's little pink slit, his puffy glistening folds and his little fingers resting on his pubic mound gently rubbing at his clit while his baby hole clenched around nothing.

bruce can barely help himself. he's stepping closer, unzipping his slacks and letting them fall down to his knees as he uses one hand to stroke his half hard cock and the other to start playing with tim's girly little pussy. his middle finger, the longest of his fingers, sinks in so easily making a little 'wet' sound as tim's cunt sucks it in. bruce fucks it in deeper, curling it slightly and groaning at tim's heat as he tightens his fist around his cock.

tim had said condoms weren't necessary and bruce wasn't about to just NOT take advantage. bruce's moan is loud and long, completely drowning out tim's high pitched gasp and whine when bruce presses in and fucks half his cock inside. bruce lets pleased 'mmmmnn' and 'hmmmns' as he rocks his hips back and forth, sinking into tim's dripping pussy and watching as his thick cock was slowly soaked by each drag out of tim's precious baby cunt. bruce pushes tim's little fingers away and presses down on his clit just to feel him go tight around his cock.

bruce throughly abuses tim's little clit to make him tighten up and jolt around his cock as he fucks into that little wet hole, introducing it to the first of many fuckings it was going to receive from him. bruce fucks tim through each orgasm, never slowing down or losing pace, he hears his sweet baby tim sob as another orgasm rips through him and just fucks harder until he's grunting and snarling like an animal to unleash another hot, fat load of cum into that sweet little pussy that was becomes so well loved.

when he's finished bruce is panting. he's pretty sure tim has passed out based on the lack of noise he hears so bruce decides to wrap it up for the night even though part of his is curious to fuck tim while he's unconcious from too much pleasure. maybe next time his cock will have the stregth. but for the moment, his heart is pounding out of his chest, he's out of breath and strugging to pull on his slacks. normally he'd kiss tim on his little forehead but bruce can't see it. so instead, he settles for getting down on his knees and pressing a gentle, loving kiss to tim's cum leaking, red, abused, and twitching cunt.

bruce's lips taste like pussy and cum when he walks out the fire exit and licks his wet lips clean.

a few days later another post and invitation goes up. bruce blocks it from reaching the chatroom again and responds with his many personas complimenting tim, telling him how amazing he was, how tight and hot his pussy had been, how they couldn't wait to fuck him again.

that night at dinner tim is so happy and red cheeked and acting like himself, he curls up next to bruce on the couch and rests his cheek on bruce's shoulder as they watch reruns of the gray ghost.

then later that night after he thinks bruce has gone to sleep he sneaks out and bruce follows him. bruce fucks him until his cum is pouring out of tim with every thrust of his cock.

that's how it is every other day for a week until a condemned building that bruce receives a tip was a meth-lab goes up in flames.

now bruce can't keep up with tim's whining begs for more. gordon's alerts keep vibrating in his chest pocket while he's balls deep in tim's little cunt. bruce keeps having to leave tim unsatissfied...to the mercy of whatever stranger wanders into that video store because when bruce returns home tim is always in bed and deep asleep from what bruce knows is a good, tiring fuck. the day after the first time bruce has to leave him, bruce returns to the sight of the glory hole only to find tim's cunt lovingly bruised from a deep fuck and handprint bruises on his inner thighs he knows he didn't put there.

gordon brings up the red hood and bruce knows he has to dedicate his attention to finding jason before simple property destruction becomes people losing their lives.

so...with some reluctance. bruce calls dick for help.

he shows dick the texts from other boys, the notes. he tells him about how tim had acted so depressed and unhappy. he shows him the first post with tim's note about how ugly and undesirable he felt. and then he tells dick what he wants him to do.

at first dick is disturbed when bruce tells him what he's been doing. but slowly, his expression softens with each note and post bruce shows him. and he agrees.

that night is another wild goosechase but bruce only manages to figure it out half way through when jason messes up and bruce figures out he's being distracted. bruce manages to catch sight of jason on a security camera and immediatly makes his way to him, growing more and more urgent as he recognizes the nieghborhood they're in. he touches down in the alley behind the video store and marches in, ignoring where the video store cashier is snoring under a titty magazine.

he nearly bumps into jason's back who is standing frozen and watching as dick frantically fucks into a loudly whining tim.

until dick turns his head at their footsteps and freezes at the sight of them. the three of them are having a silent, frantic conversation, throwing accusing fingers and looks until a sob from tim interrupts them.

dick 'shushes' tim and snakes a hand through the hole to pat his tummy and start rocking his cock back and forth into tim's pretty pink pussy while trying to wave the two of them away.

bruce huffs slightly at the sight and jason similarly crosses his arms and grumbles, firmly stomping his feet and showing that he's not leaving.

dick rolls his eyes. when he cums, jason practically shoves him out of the way, removing his cup in a smooth move and bottoming out into tim with a single move.

tim makes a sweet 'hhahh ahh ah!' sound and bruce bites down on his bottom lip feeling heat flood his cock. jason is relentless. he doesn't touch tim's clit at all, only letting tim cum on his cock and grinding his chest into the wall to get closer, using a strong grip on tim's thighs to try and drag more of him out of the hole to meet his cock.

bruce decides to be gracious and allow his sons to get their fills before stepping up himself and lovingly rubbing an orgasm out of tim so he can ride his orgasm out while bruce fucks him and wetly fucks into the hot mess of cum his sons have left behind.

by the end of the night they've all made some silent agreement to share tim. they all have different things they like to do to tim. dick demands to be allowed to go first each time because he's the only one who even bothers to eat tim out and he doesn't want to taste their cum while tonguefucking his timmy. jason doesn't want to fuck tim when he has bruce's cum on him and brings along soft smelling baby wipes to clean tim off after bruce uses him and stuffs his fingers inside to scrape out the collected cum before fucking tim's little pussy.

eventually bruce is sure they're get tired of it. dick's knees aren't made for kneeling on concrete floors and bruce doesn't like the idea of anyone walking in and seeing tim like this.

so eventually bruce is sure they'll tell tim and invite him back to the manor, telling him it was them all along and that he doesn't need to do this anymore and they can all just take turns with him in the manor fucking him in his bed or their beds and in the living room when he's curled up and watching tv with them.

but for now...all of them taking turns with tim, trying to get him to cum the most during their turns to satiate their competitive spirits...it's enough.

#anonymous #asks #answered asks #brutim #dicktim #jaytim

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mochiwrites · 1 year

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The desert is quiet.

It’s rare for it to be so still.

Whether there be people yelling, Scar scamming, the bleats from Pizza, the sounds of bunnies scampering around, or even the crickets during night fall. There is always sound.

Tonight, there is not.

Tonight, the desert is completely silent. It is as if the desert has silenced itself and it’s inhabitants in preparation of the coming death that will surely paint its sand tomorrow.

Not even the crickets make noise.

Up on the hill is a base. Maybe in another world it would be called a home. But that would imply that it is someplace safe. Welcoming. Something built on love.

But this tower of sandstone and birch is built on debt. It is built out of necessity. It is meant for protection, but that does not make it safe. It is a base. A shelter.

It is not a home.

There are lights on inside. Even with the moon raised high in the sky, both occupants are still wide awake. Neither are sleeping, not for a long while. They know death awaits them.

Rather than sleeping, they occupy themselves.

Grian sits on the floor, clipped wings tucked in as he rifles through their chests. He’s prepping any last minute things they might need. His brows are pinched tight, lips set firmly in determination.

On the edge of the bed rests Scar, who is watching him. To any outsider, he may seem relaxed. Comfortable. And maybe there is a part of him that is. But his eyes give it away. They’re stormy, clouded and dark. He is filled with thought as he considers what tomorrow might bring him.

“We could die tomorrow,” he says, shattering the silence the desert worked oh so very hard to create.

Grian continues rifling through their supplies, unaffected, “You won’t. That’s what the obsidian box is for.”

“There’s still a chance.” Scar shrugs, even though Grian can’t see it. The avian offers a slight hum of acknowledgement. He doesn’t turn around to face Scar.

The silence returns, and Scar goes back to his staring. He tries to drink in the sight of Grian in this base. Tries to memorize how it feels to be in his space. To have him at his side.

Neither of them have forgotten that Grian is only here until he’s yellow.

As much as Scar may want to believe that he’s managed to make a partner out of Grian, he knows the truth. Grian is a survivor. He is calculated. Careful. He is playing to win, and being with Scar will not grant him that.

Their partnership goes no further than a man trying to repay a debt for a mistake.

Grian is only here out of obligation. Out of guilt.

Scar is very aware of this. He has repeatedly told himself this. Yet that doesn’t stop his hope. It doesn’t stop the fact that he so desperately wants to believe that Grian will stay past his yellow life. He wants to believe somewhere along the lines, Grian stopped thinking about their partnership as an obligation. That he looks at Scar as something more.

But that probably isn’t true.

Scar has forced himself to accept the fact that Grian is something temporary. Something even less temporary than this game. He has forced himself to accept that Grian will leave. So he savors every moment he has with him while he can.

And alone on his mountain, he will sit with his memories for company.

He’s known from the beginning that this wasn’t going to last. And he thinks he’s okay with that.

(He’s not. He wants Grian to stay so bad that he aches. He yearns. Scar wants nothing more than to reach for Grian, to pull him close and keep him at his side. They’re partners. He doesn’t want Grian to leave him.)

Tomorrow, Grian will most likely be free from him. With what they have planned…

Scar’s gaze flickers to the avian once more. “You’ll be leaving tomorrow,” he hums, as if it were a fact.

Grian stills. “Scar…” he trails off, and Scar wishes he were better at understanding him. With just a single utterance of his name, Grian leaves Scar wondering what’s going on inside his head. He sounds solemn, resigned. Or maybe relieved? Happy? Defeated?

Forcing out a light chuckle, Scar lifts his hands up in surrender, “It’s fine, it’s fine! Really, G, I won’t hold it against you!” He doesn’t. God knows he could never hold it against him. “Your freedom awaits you! Are you budding with anticipation?”

Grian is silent. He drops his hand from the chest, ignoring the open lid. Slowly, he stands up and turns around, allowing Scar to see his face.

Yet even with his silent permission, Scar still can’t make anything of his eyes. His gaze is guarded, his face set neutral. Stoic.

He calmly walks over to Scar, moving to press himself between Scar’s legs.

Scar’s hands twitch, wanting to hold his waist.

Grian looks at him, “I’m most likely going to go yellow tomorrow.”

Scar’s heart clenches painfully in his chest.

“Which means my debt will be repaid and I’ll be free to do as I please,” Grian declares, and Scar knows this. He is painfully aware of it. He knows that he will lose Grian as soon as he’s no longer green. He’s been preparing himself for the loss since he brought Grian to the desert on Pizza.

He hasn’t allowed himself to reach for Grian the way he wants to because he knows he is going to lose him. He has kept just a bit of distance from Grian, never closing in, if only to keep his heart a little safer.

With Grian so close to him, his throat feels dry. He can see the way Grian’s brown eyes darken with the burning light from the lanterns. How that brown is molten, deep and mesmerizing. Up close like this, Scar wants to trace every light detail of Grian’s face with his fingers, to commit it all to memory.

He does not.

“Tomorrow,” Scar echoes, “you’ll be free.”

Grian nods. Though there is nothing enthusiastic about it as Scar assumed there would be. Perhaps earlier in their partnership there might have been. Scar never missed the way Grian’s voice sounded whenever he reminded him of their arrangement. There was always impatience laced with his words, some subtle excitement.

Now? He doesn’t hear any of it.

Instead, he hears hesitation.

“I leave tomorrow,” Grian repeats, and it almost sounds like he’s trying to sound convincing. To whom, Scar isn’t sure.

There’s no question about it. They both know Grian will most likely be a causality in their fight against Dogwarts tomorrow. They’re outnumbered, even with Scott and Jimmy at their side. And if he isn’t killed by their enemy, then surely he’ll be caught up in the tnt.

“I lose you tomorrow,” Scar forces himself to admit, as if it’s the final nail in the coffin. The final piece of evidence to prove what Scar has been telling himself this entire time. He just wishes his voice didn’t tremble.

Something in Grian’s gaze weakens, and for a moment, Scar is let in. He sees a hint of conflict in Grian’s beautiful brown eyes, and Scar wonders why it’s there.

And then, there are arms settling around Scar’s shoulders. It makes him freeze, eyes slowly widening as he looks at the man in front of him. “G..?” he asks.

“I’m turning yellow tomorrow,” Grian says, and his eyes are suddenly burning with flames. “And I’m choosing you.”

Scar’s heart stutters. He continues to gaze up at Grian with bewilderment, and his hands twitch once more. He doesn’t deny them, reaching up to settle his palms on Grian’s waist. “What?” Scar questions him very quietly, voice hardly above a whisper. It’s almost like he’s afraid speaking any louder will make Grian change his mind.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Grian snorts, something playful in his eyes. “You heard me. I’m staying. I want to see this through with you to the end.”

Scar doesn’t react for a moment, just in case he’s dreaming. He waits for this image of Grian to disappear and melt away in his mind. He waits to lose the feeling of warmth around him. He waits to wake up in bed, alone and very cold.

But it never comes.

Grian remains where he is, arms resting on Scar’s shoulders.

Scar kisses him.

#mochi writes #scarian #trafficshipping #yes hi I was possessed #I’m. tempted to write more #very tempted #but for now have this #desert duo angst my beloved

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 2 years

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i think when steddie have their first baby (not sure if they have more) it's an accidental pregnancy. eddie's been on t long enough that he didn't really think he still could get pregnant, and he hasn't had his period in a while, so it takes him a second to realise why he's been so nauseous lately. wayne picks up the test for him, and waits outside the bathroom door while he takes it. eddie'd moved in with steve like a year ago, but he's so off-kilter he needs waynes stability right now.

the test is positive. eddie walks outside the bathroom and wordlessly hands wayne the test. wayne sees it, puts a hand on eddies shoulder, and asks if this is good news. and now eddie has to think. he always kind of wanted kids, abstractly, and he knows steve does too (six of them, the mother hen), but he always thought that it would be some time nebulously in the future. he feels too young right now, still feels like a kid himself, even if he is in his mid-20s. and carrying a pregnancy to term is resigning himself to at least 9 months of definite misgendering. but also he's not sure he'll ever get a chance like this again. he hasn't had a period in years, so he kind of assumed his uterus was just like. dust and cobwebs at this point. it's probably an act of god this happened in the first place, like what are the chances?

and then he looks down at his stomach. again, it took him a while to realise anything was up, so he's about two months along now and just starting to show, even though his bump is still small enough he thought he was just getting fat. and he thinks about the little bump of life inside of him. his and steve's baby. thinks of him and steve raising it together. and he thinks it might be good news.

but first he has to tell steve. it goes well. mostly well. at first when eddie says he and steve need to talk, all serious and sitting him down at the kitchen table, steve has a minor panic attack thinking eddie's gonna break up with him. but they smooth it over, and eddie tells him he's pregnant. honestly, steve's elated. but then he thinks about eddie, who's a dude, and maybe won't want to go through such a traditionally feminine ordeal as pregnancy. steve'd carry their baby himself if he could (don't read into that, steve), but he doesn't want to accidentally guilt eddie into it if he doesn't want to. so they go back and forth for a bit like 'how do you feel about it' 'idk how do you feel about it' 'idk how do y-' but they eventually do talk it out like the adults they are. eddie can handle it, for their baby. and yeah their apartments kinda small, but it's big enough for one more (robins gonna have to give up her allocated guest room, but don't worry, she's cool with it), and money will be tight, but eddie knows how to make a pay check stretch

eddie's pregnancy is kinda rough. nothing goes seriously wrong, but no obstetricians know how to deal with a pregnant man, and the constant misgendering wears him down a little. the constant pissing and back pain and foot pain and everything pain really don't help matters. but at night he lays down next to steve, who curls around him and lays a hand on his stomach, and they feel their baby kick together. and he thinks it's probably worth it

their baby girl is born in the fall, happy and healthy. they name her alexis (lexie munson), and she grows up into the weirdest little kid ever, with two parents (and aunty nancy and aunty robin and uncle dustin and-) who love her very much. she collects bugs and plays dnd and loves metal and climbing trees. she joins the softball team (that night eddie cries himself to sleep while stevie gloats) and always gets one of her aunts to help her with her homework because her parents are helpless. stevie almost cried the first time she asked, no idea what was going on there.

they're not a normal family, and sometimes lexi gets teased for this. but she goes home to two parents who love her so much, who always support her and her passions, and who would do anything to put a smile on her face. so yeah, not a normal family, but a very, very happy one.

#steddie #steddie baby #transmasc eddie munson #also me sowing the seeds for #transfem steve harrington #bc im a widdle menace >:))#stranger things

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ahundredtimesover · 20 days

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WOOWEEE i’m still processing the new chapter 🥹 i just wanna stress that there’s multiple realities, guys. jk wanting to respect oc by upholding her wishes to grow, but also feeling abandoned by her choices despite him baring his emotions and desire to have her close by. then you have oc feeling the burden of her family ties/debt with the jeon family and wanting to find out who she is away from her current role, but she’s emotionally attached to jk and it’s blurring with her own goals. not only that, we see jk’s codependency on oc and how that could make her feel more chained down. ultimately she’s always needed by someone, but when has she put her needs first?

as mentioned, this is all so deeply rooted. they need to spend time away from each other to grow. jk is probably going to retreat/relapse to his past behaviors or maybe he’ll also be working on himself so that he can be a better partner for oc … my guts say former because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i’m an angst enthusiast.

ALSO i see lots of ppl saying UGH JUST STAY AND DATE, and while yes … this is a fic, this is a slice of life too. yall realize it is super inappropriate to have a secret relationship with your boss? granted all of my bosses have been old balding dudes and not jk, still … it’s the principle 😭 oc and jk having this “separation” period is good (i’m sleeping on the highway) and needed for their character development. i’m sure theyre gunna meet again and the tension is gunna be so high and they will do the boom boom pow💥🤯😏 without feeling that guilt/weird power dynamic!! 🫶🏼

mimi, you’re so awesome and i love this fic so much. YOUR BRAIN IS SO BEAUTIFUL, MUAH!!!!!!! 💋 you did not disappoint with the make out scene … cuz man if they can get like that on their first kiss … WE ARE NOT READY (i am🤲🏼)!! pls take care of yourself as always and hope you have a lovely day

Hi, anon. I took a break from doing my readings bc this just... this just made me smile and it appeased me (as did a lot of other readers' asks and comments) 🥹🥹 especially considering the other asks claiming how the characters are so dumb and stupid, or that they can just date while OC's in the company or date after she resigns. I would like to copy-paste your first paragraph to everything now hahaha (bc oh god the immense joy of a writer when someone accurately says what I was trying to show is insane and that's what I'm feeling!) 😭😭

Like, you couldn't have said it any better. All those things you mentioned can co-exist, and part of the characters' respective stories is learning that those realities can indeed co-exist. Which is why they're as burdened by their choices as they are (and we'll see more of this in ch12). I'd like for you to park that second paragraph bc... I wrote this entire series with the plan for season 2 so whatever happens at the end of this season, know that more will happen and you kind of raised some points already. 👀👀

And with the boss/asst. thing - YES. The power dynamic goes beyond their roles bc their pasts are intertwined as well. Mr. Ri pointed it out to JK - did he want OC to feel indebted to him, too? There are just so many complications. It's always been about needing to feel free for OC. What that freedom means is something she has yet to explore. Even the question of happiness is something she's figuring out.

BUT THANK YOU, like, really. 🥹🥹 It's always tricky and draining to write super long stories like this bc I need to make sure that the characters and storylines are consistent, and knowing that what I intended comes across (most of the time) is truly worth all the stress of writing this one hahaha I hope you're well and I hope to hear from you and your wonderful mind again! 💕💕💕

#mimianswers #fic: iwyts #let me smooch u anon

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prismaticpichu · 13 days

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Zack & Sephiroth Angsty Writing Prompt!

The idea budded on discord a couple days back; thought I’d toss it out there for anyone who may be interested!! Absolutely feel free to take this outline and run with it! <3

Title: Dead Silence

It’s a tradition for Zack & Seph to always call each other when they are away on missions—a way of ensuring each other that they’re safe, that they are happy, and that they know that they are there. One solo mission, however, Zack loses his PHS: it falls into water, it breaks, etc. And he cannot contact Seph. Seph, who is used to checking in on his friend, begins to panic. Genesis had already deserted; Angeal had already deserted. And he can’t help but begin to wonder if Zack had done the same. But then there’s another part of him—the part that trusts Zack, that trusts their friendship. He goes about the rest of his day.

But he can’t focus. He nearly rips one of his papers bc he is scrawling so hard, falters when fighting a monster in the VR room bc all his mind can think about is Zack being hurt, Zack being captured, Zack… not coming home.

He can’t sleep that night, tosses and turns in bed. Has nightmares of Zack sprouting a wing and flying away- out of his reach, forever, ignoring his calls his pleas… Perhaps, he even sees something else: a glimmer of crimson, a bloody splotch against the night as the moon Zack disappears into morphs into something blinding and a voice begins to whisper to him in sweet, venomous velvet that tells him he will always be alone.

He wakes up in a cold sweat.

The next day- the following days, maybe a week- the anxiety only grows. His focus only cripples and his sleep only worsens. And that’s when it happens: there, in the training room, fighting some winged monster, he sees it—Genesis. Genesis & Zack working together. Laughing at him, taunting him. Something crimson flashes before his eyes. And that’s when he officially snaps. He slays Genesis in a bloody, manic rage, rips him apart and tells him that It’s all his fault. All of it. Once the man is dead, he turns around, aims his blade at Zack. But then he stops. He can’t bring himself to do it—to repeat history, to make another Modeoheim. To tear apart a friend he still loves with all his heart. The crimson flashes again, his head swims, and the mirages disappear as he blinks and opens his eyes again.

He can’t take it anymore, and crumples to his knees. Curls into himself against the cold, dissolved training room wall and grieves for the friend that he thinks he has lost forever.

And that’s when the hand falls upon his shoulder, a concerned and young voice breaking the silence.

“Oh my god… Seph! What happened, buddy…?”

Sephiroth glances up- having been on the verge of tears- and everything in his world seems to snap back into focus. He regains his senses and clarity but still can’t seem to articulate the tumultuous feelings that had overtaken him. Zack pulls him into a hug, sensing that he needs it. Holds him close and assures him that he’s here, that he would never leave him. Seph asks him quietly why he didn’t respond to him, and Zack shows him the broken PHS. Sephiroth practically laughs at his own stupidity—his anxiety…—before melting back into his friend’s arms and apologizing profusely for doubting him. Zack gently tells him not to apologize, and just holds him closer.

In the end, sensing the stressful environment that ShinRa brings upon his friend, the two do indeed decide to leave. A respectful resignation—perhaps with Masamune if needed—and Zack and Seph head off to Gongaga, a fresh world to come.

The end! <3

#sephiroth #ffvii #crisis core #zack fair #ff7 #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #final fantasy vii #prompts #jenova #fanfic prompt

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hotasfahrenheit · 7 months

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Ray is not in love with Mew, and has not been for the entirety of this show.

Ray USED to be in love with Mew. 100%. Hundo P. We haven't seen the origin of their friendship, so we don't know for how long he was in love, but it was genuine, and deep. And that kind of love can get muddled when it lasts so long, and when it changes from romantic love to platonic love, those lines can get blurred.

Ray has gotten so used to the idea of loving Mew that he's become fixated on it. Mew as his emergency contact, Mew as his best friend, Mew as his love interest, Mew as his savior, Mew as the object of his adoration, all rolled up and blurred into one guiding star that he's been trying to reach for, to help him survive his depression, loneliness, and struggle with addiction.

When you love what someone means to you, and has been for you, more than you love the person that they have become and actually are, it can get hard to distinguish where one kind of love ends and the other begins, or that things have shifted at all.

Once he fell in love with Mew, he set Mew's heart as the destination for his path in life but at some point he went from actively hoping for that outcome and switched to being on autopilot in that direction.

Of course he loves Mew, he's always loved Mew, he always will love Mew. It's the open secret that everyone in the group knows. It's an established part of the framework of their group. Ray is in love with Mew, but Mew is not in love with Ray.

None of them have been really paying attention to Ray for a while now, though, and Ray is too lost to see it himself.

Why would Ray still go for Mew over Sand in this case, if he's not really in love with Mew anymore? Because everything that goes with being in love with someone gets so ingrained in a person that it's hard to break those habits, plus Ray does love Mew. A lot! Just as his best friend.

It hurt when Ray ditched Sand and their car make outs after the party, but if you take a step back from these characters in particular and Sand's sad boi reaction, and think about it as "a person has gotten home from a party and needs help, their friend absolutely should make sure they are in a safe space", it's an OBVIOUS choice for Ray to make. For anyone to make.

Ray has been taking steps towards Sand and away from Mew, but he's also had people reminding him that he's supposed to be in love with Mew, because that's The Thing About Ray that they have all set in stone themselves. It's an accepted fact of their reality. Really there's a long list of Things About Ray, from this to his addiction problems, and they've all- including Ray- resigned themselves to these things being true, like when Mew shrugs off Ray day drinking from a flask and is like "whelp, can't stop you". They've stopped seeing Ray as a person capable of change, so Ray has too, even while he's changing.

When you've wanted something for so long that you think you want it even when you don't anymore, and the opportunity presents itself for you to have it, of course you're going to take it. When that thing throws itself into your lap, you're going to hold onto it.

But you're going to realise pretty quickly that the thing you thought you wanted isn't what you want anymore. Ray is already in some stages of this- he went from happily dancing with Mew inside to telling Sand without much enthusiasm that they need to see if it works (and telling Sand that Sand is the one who makes him happy), he seems fairly disinterested when he's at the bookstore with Mew, he tries to convince Sand to do community service with him instead of Mew with music as the excuse, Mew won't kiss him and despite Boston guessing that they've already been sleeping together the heavy implication is that that's not the case even once, Sand is the person he's chasing around at the party and not Mew. When Mew does kiss him to piss off Top, Ray is enthusiastic for as long as the kiss lasts, and looks happy in the moment right after, but then it's Sand he's following and trying to kiss after that. He's not trying to get more from Mew. He's trying to get more from someone else.

Mew says to Ray at the end of episode 7 that he should love Ray. He should be in love with Ray. But he's not, and Ray's not in love with him. Mew and Top started their relationship by going through the motions but then caught actual feelings for each other; Mew and Ray are going through the motions but their hearts are both already somewhere else. Ray just needs to consciously figure this out before he hurts both himself and Sand too much, and before Mew uses him to the point of breaking for his own revenge fantasy.

Ray has already realised that Sand is the one who makes him happy, not Mew, but he's so far down in the depths of who he is supposed to be, that everyone keeps telling him he is, pounding into his head that he is, that he can't get himself out of it.

Sand is the only person who sees him as something else, something more- capable of becoming sober, capable of becoming better, capable of having feelings for someone that's not Mew, capable of being a happy person. Ray just has to open his eyes and see that it's true.

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #only friends meta #ofts ray #ofts sand #ofts mew #sandray #raymew

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Ineffable Husbands WIP Sneak Peak

He looks down at Crowley, now limp in his grasp, the poor dear run ragged and far too thin. His grasp tightens as tears leak from his eyes which are screwed so shut to the point of pain, teeth biting into the soft flesh of his bottom lip, a hail Marry attempt to keep his sobs at bay not to disrupt the man dozing in his arms. Aziraphale could feel his soul scratching at the crypt of his chest, like a wild, restless animal, desperately trying to claw itself out and drag itself to its other half who lay bound and caged just a few centimeters away, yearning to stitch itself whole once more. A sob breaks through the sealed dam of his teeth, gushing forward like a river mixing with the freshly spilled blood that pools into his mouth from his torn lip. He does not care, he cannot muster it. His mind is only set on trying to hold onto whatever scrapes of Anthony he can reach. His fingers itch to reach into his chest and carve his heart out, yank out each shard until it stands complete in all of its shattered glory, and present its jagged pieces to Crowley as a final parting gift.

If you must die tomorrow, then die knowing that my heart, my very essence, belongs to you. Leave me knowing that it will never beat without you near, that I cannot bear to live in a world that you are not in. Take its shards with you and keep them as a memento of me until we can meet again in another life, another realm; wear them as if they are a part of you because they are. Our souls are bound, woven together in their very foundation. I am yours, Anthony, body and soul, forever and always, even in our separation, especially our death. For if the gallow floors drop tomorrow at sunset, it will not just kill you but me as well.

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What you just read is a small portion of my current work in progress, Deliverance, the Greatest Gift, and an Ineffable Husband Human AU, which primarily takes its inspiration from the song Devil's Backbone by the Civil Wars. So far, the working summary is this:

Aziraphale Fell has resigned himself to his destined life in the town of Tadfield, the life laid out by both his father's dying wish and the God he spends his weekends worshiping. It may not be the life he always dreamed of as a boy, an expansive bookshop full of antiquities in the bustling city of London. However, it's still a good life: playing the piano during church services while his elder brother Gabriel leads the congregation, living a quiet life wed to a respectable man hand-picked by his father before his passing. It's a good life chosen by the almighty herself, and Aziraphale is doing everything he can to make himself content with the fact of it until a mysterious figure by the name of Anthony J Crowley turns himself in to the local authorities, confessing to the crimes of murder and theft. On all accounts, Aziraphale knows he should want nothing to do with the man; he blazingly goes against everything his morals, upbringing, and religion have taught him. But as Crowley routinely comes in for a confession with Aziraphale's older brother, he cannot help but become intrigued with the supposed criminal in front of him, and the deeper he digs into what exactly led Crowley here, the more he comes to realize that there is something to be said about shades of gray in a world that was so black and white until that point.

This story is full of angst, pining, and religious imagery, so it's the standard Good Omens fanfic. And in case it is a must for you, yes, it has a happy ending because it is an absolute must. I will post more updates as I continue working on this bad boy, so if you're interested, feel free to stay tuned ❤️

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if you're up for it, could you say more about infertile alpha dick? or recommend any fics?

It's a detail about himself that Dick keeps close to his chest

Went through all the stages of grief over it. Straddles the line between acceptance and resignation because Dick has a complicated relationship with how he feels about having a family of his own

On the one hand, no. Absolutely not. He's aware of the lifestyle he chooses to live and he's conscious of the fact that he won't give it up for anything. Doesn't matter how he wants or yearns for something - Dick chooses vigilantism and he won't put his mate/his pup/any child through that stress/potential for danger/capacity for loss. Dick's life isn't conducive for stability or happiness (he doesn't deserve it).

On the other hand, yes. Please, yes. Because Dick has always wanted a love like his parents. He's nostalgic for the family that was taken from him too soon. He wants a mate, a pack, pups. A whole litter of them - a circus of his own.

The softest alpha when he comes across an expecting omega; always unwittingly lights up because of it.

The same goes for pups. Dick adores them. Is good with them. They congregate around him because he's fun, sure, but more than that it's this hindbrain thing of recognizing safety

Dick doesn't think he'd make a good alpha, let alone a good dad; he doesn't recognize that a lot of people already see him that way in both regards

When anyone asks about his plans for that part of his future, he deflects. He's good about it; discreet. Some people pick up on it before others, but regardless of who figures something might be wrong, Dick doesn't want to talk about it. It's forgotten about, soon enough. A secret for Dick to keep.

It's a bit painful when people talk about what a lovely family he'll have one day though because he knows that's not in the cards for him. It's not even a choice.

It's for the better though, he lies to himself. Again and again.

Basically longing x10000000 but Dick will deny that

Dickjay Portion:

Dick lays with his head on Jason's stomach a lot. His ear pressed to Jason's abdomen, arms wrapped loose around him as Jason scratches his fingers through Dick's hair

Spaces out a lot like that. Thinking of what a beautiful mother Jason would make. How if there was anyone for Dick to share that with - but he cuts the thought off there because it hurts. He nuzzles into Jason's stomach and forces his thoughts elsewhere.

Meanwhile Jason is internally cursing up a storm because fuck, Dick's head on his stomach like this is sweet. It's like what Jason has imagined Dick would do if Jason was -- if Jason could -- and he gets self-conscious because Jason can't give that to Dick

Basically them both making assumptions and wanting each other to be happy without realizing they're experiencing the same struggles

When they do share the truth with each other though - fuck.

Relief but also empathy and heartache and devastation for one another. Jason bringing Dick down to rest Dick's head on Jason's chest and just holding him. Because Jason is stricken by the loss on Dick's behalf. Because he's not blind. Dick can say what he wants; he can lie, but Jason sees how this man wanted that life and he can't have it. Even if Jason wanted it for himself and could give it - Dick can't.

Not getting into adoption debate here. Because guilt complex so big neither of them could pick one and leave others. That aside, concept is different from practice either way. Their lives are too dangerous and they know firsthand what it is to be damned by their livelihoods - this community.

Dickjay, but the comedic bullet point that doesn't really match the rest of the vibes here:

Dick is a kinky guy he mourns the loss of not being able to make Jason plump with his litter of pups it's just kind of tragic

Extras:

Some world where he meets Mar'i somehow and it devastates him. Not in any way that breaks him, but his heart is so full that he sure it bursts. He'd be so awestruck by her. Tender and soft and proud because she's wonderful - sweet girl.

Less niche, more general. Where Dick still helps Roy get baby Lian. Just Dick holding this precious pup to his chest, supporting her and smelling the top of her head for that pup smell and being so in love and the pup isn't even his. Dick not being so much reluctant to let go, but struggling with it all the same because he wants this; he wants and wants and wants. But it's okay because Roy treats Lian just as dear and Dick loves to see his friend have that happiness. That besides, Roy lets Dick stay. Dick gets to help look after and raise her. It's not the same, but Dick is happy for it regardless.

This idea of soft and sweet alpha!dad Dick lives alongside a separate headcanon that Dick would be the sort of dad that is peak casual. Just holding pups like footballs and rigging up questionable contraptions to keep the babe occupied while he works on something.

Oh geez this ask is becoming about Dick and babies more than anything I'm sorry but like. Dick doing pushups and kissing the top of his kid's head every time he lowers himself down? The baby giggling and smacking his face?? Meanwhile Jason is sat a little ways away, completely enamored and endeared and oops - here comes the baby fever; pup him the fuck up, please.

Only not because this is an infertile!alpha!Dick ask. Big sad.

#dick grayson #dickjay #omegaverse #also I haven't read fics that feature this but anyone knows any I'll be happy to link (and read) them! specifically infertile alpha!Dick #a true ramble of a response #jaydick #infertile!dickgrayson agenda

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I Need You So Much Closer by sirona | Arthur x Eames | 11k

It’s Christmas -- family obligations dictate Arthur and Eames push themselves out of their warm, comfortable flat and take the pilgrimage to their respective families. Neither has any idea just how hard it would be to spend the holidays apart; thank god for meddling mothers.

2. Christmas Without You (Is A Christmas Not Worth Having by OneWhoSitsWithTurtles | Arthur x Eames | 32k

"The relationship was over and Arthur resigned himself to a Christmas and New Years alone - his first one alone since Eames had swept him up in a daydream of a life three years ago. Then the phone rings; the airport is completely snowed in and Eames - having just promised to leave Arthur's life forever - is suddenly without a place to stay. And Arthur isn't heartless enough to leave him out in the snow."

3. Best Laid Plans by 4ce_in_Sp4ce | Arthur x Eames | 15k

Eames had, against his better judgment, agreed to head out to Dom's for New Years. Bad weather and a long car ride made for a far different trip than he'd expected though

4. Holiday in Handcuffs by teacuphuman | Arthur x Eames | 24k

A barista (Arthur) kidnaps a customer (Eames) and forces him to pretend to be his boyfriend over Christmas with his parents.

5. Jonquil in December by wldnst | Arthur x Eames | 11k

Arthur and Eames tell stories about how they first met. Eventually, they tell the truth.

6. Pining for You by earlgreytea68 | Arthur x Eames | 18k

Eames has a pine tree that Arthur really wants. And that is not a euphemism. Well, not *entirely.*

7. Caught by oceaxe | Arthur x Eames | 3k

Arthur wakes up on December 14th to find a miniature Hershey's bar inside his shoe. It’s fun-sized. With a note underneath, printed by dot matrix. “we're going to have some fun,” it says.

8. Holiday Pines by nolaespoir | Arthur x Eames | 13k

Alone for the holidays, Arthur takes himself away to Aspen for Christmas, where he stumbles upon a certain forger he's been pining after, who isn't quite so alone.

9. How Eames (almost accidentally) Stole Christmas by sarahyyy | Arthur x Eames | 1k

“He’s clearly interested in it,” Yusuf concedes. “Clearly,” Eames echoes. “But he’s secretive about it,” Yusuf continues. Eames nods. “Maybe he’s got another boyfriend tuck in some remote corner of the world and he was trying to procure it for him?” Yusuf suggests. Eames gives him a look. “Don’t be daft.”

10. make the yuletide gay by rednights | Arthur x Eames | 17k

It is close to Christmas, isn’t it. The 22nd? No, that was yesterday. Or…how many hours was he on that first plane? Felt like about an entire day in itself. And then with the layover, which Eames slept through most of. If he left Buenos Aires on the evening of the 23rd, and then with the delay in Atlanta— And then the door swings open, and Arthur is standing there in a knitted jumper so repulsively festive it makes Eames question his lucidity, looking dour and suspicious and oh, god, it really is Christmas Eve, isn’t it? And Eames is so, so happy to see his angry face. He grins so hard it makes his cheeks hurt.

11. Nested by brookebond | Arthur x Eames | 1k

Christmas with Eames is always full of surprises.

12. Of mulled wine and candlelit baths by adelaide_rain | Arthur x Eames | 3k

Eames and Arthur have just moved in together. It's the holiday season and they head to the Christmas market for mulled wine, before heading home for a candlelit bath and barebacking.

13. stay awake to hear those magic reindeer by scribblscrabble | Arthur x Eames | 1k

For all Arthur's dedication to all things adult, he still has a six-year-old kid in him who comes out once a year and goes looking for trouble.

14. Tell Me Something Good by deinvati | Arthur x Eames | 9k

Eames didn’t kiss Arthur first. Eames would forget some of the details someday, he was sure, but one thing was certain. Arthur kissed him. Or, how Arthur pulling a gun on Eames (with the safety off), a few saved voicemails, a Machete, a tiger, and some VHS tapes all combine to make a perfect Christmas memory.

15. Whatever You Like by larnbean | Arthur x Eames | 2k

“How much rum did you put in this?”

#inception #arthur x eames #christmas

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