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Interview With A Ghost

Red Robin, (aka Tim Drake) decides to host a YouTube series called "Teenage Hero Burnout'' after he makes a video by the same name talking about his own experiences.

He interviews current and past heroes who started their careers as teens and discuss how it shaped their outlook on heroing & life in general. His primary focus is on current teen heroes. Once he runs through his whole team roster and all willing (and unwilling) BatFam members he branches out to look for more obscure teen heroes. (Inadvertently he ends up building a support network for young heroes but that's for another time.)

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Today the "studio" is decorated with little ghosts and miscellaneous Halloween decorations to match his guest's theme. Clearly a homemade set, but RR has a high-quality camera and sound equipment. Today's episode is titled "Teenage Hero Burnout #56: Interview With A Ghost.”

Phantom is sitting in his chair invisibly with a cup of coffee (the coffee mug has his DP logo on it), which of course makes it look like RR is interviewing a floating cup of coffee. But every now and then the camera picks up a blurry shadow in the shape of a person. Super creepy. (And in case you were wondering, yes, this is 100% the Halloween special.)

"Let's get this over with already," Phantom mumbles into his mug, taking a sip. Red Robin ignores his guest's comment and continues his little intro.

"Welcome back everyone! I hope all you Birdies have been taking care of yourselves since the last episode. Today's guest is Amity Park's Phantom. A lesser known small-town hero, but no less of a powerhouse who has helped the Justice League themselves on several occasions. Say ‘hi’ Phantom.”

The floating coffee mug rises and bobs in the air like someone making a salute with it.

"Thanks man, I totally feel like I’m not talking to myself,” Red Robin mutters.

“Calm your shorts bird boy, do you have any idea how crazy ghosts get around this time of year?”

“No, but it sounds like I should put an underage drinking disclaimer on this video.”

“It’s not underage when you’re in a different dimension.”

“And jumping off of THAT robust rebuttal, since we're using this series to focus on the experience of teen heroes here, let's start with how old you are, Phantom?"

"What are you, a cop?”

Red Robin glares intently at the seemingly vacant chair beside him.

“Kidding, kidding. Do you want my ghost age or my human age?"

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"Well, the whole phantom thing isn't just a gimmick. I am an actual, bonafide member of the afterlife. Age isn't as straightforward for us. It could be my assumed age based on my appearance, how old I was when I became a ghost, how old I'd be if I were still alive, or how long I've been dead. Which is only three years, by the way. Shocker, I know. Despite what some people think, I'm not an ancient trickster ghost with the face of a child."

"Don't worry Phantom, we'll give you a century or two to work on it first. How about you tell us how old you were when you first started acting as a hero?"

"Same as when I died, fourteen."

"So that makes you roughly seventeen now."

"In human terms, yeah."

"And what are your pronouns?"

"He/him"

"Nice, same. Any fun facts about yourself before we get into the real meat of things?

"Uuuuuuuuh, do I have any facts about me that are fun? I really like flying? Yeah. Flying is probably my favourite power. I love being up in the air. It's the best."

"We know you started heroing about three years ago, but can you tell uus why you started heroing? Were there any inciting incidents?"

"Ah, origin-story time. Amity Park has always been a thin spot between this world and the next with lots of natural ghost activity. Mostly just small stuff. There are thin spots all over the world. Sometimes they get thinner, sometimes they move or close up entirely. It's just another weird part of nature. But when ghosts in Amity started coming through the veil at a more rapid rate and clashing with the living residents I just felt like it was my...duty? I guess? To protect the town. I wanted to protect my family and friends from other ghosts."

"You still have living relatives and friends?"

"Yeah, it's complicated but we make it work."

"I'm glad you've got a diverse support system, especially since you haven't been a ghost for very long. Also mini PSA to the audience:" RR gestures to Phantom to pick up where he left off.

"Never ask a ghost about their death unless you'd like an express ticket to your own funeral. Red Robin cleared these questions with me ahead of time."

"Are you still an active hero?"

"Yes."

"What kind of villains do you normally face?

"Ghosts."

"What about ghost hunters? In fact, do you consider yourself a ghost hunter?"

"I used to think of myself as a ghost hunter in the early days but now I think ghost fighter is a better label for what I do."

"And human ghost hunters?"

"Uuuuugh, yeah. Sometimes I have to deal with humans hunting me. The Fentons and Red Huntress have chilled out and I have truces with them but the GIW fucking sucks. If you ever have a ghost problem, never call the Gits In White. They will make your problems worse and the anti-ecto acts that let them get away with it are inhumane and discriminatory."

"Yikes. Human troubles aside, do you have a traditional rogues gallery of ghostly enemies?"

"I guess? To be honest I've become frenemies with a lot of the ghosts that used to give me a hard time. There's a lot more diplomacy and negotiating in fighting ghosts than you'd think."

"Any examples you're willing to share?"

"Hmmm, I'll use Ember as an example because she'll appreciate the free press. So Ember loves making music and she's really good at it. Like, good enough to literally hypnotize people. Obviously, mind control and enslaving the living are no-nos in my haunt. But because most ghosts can't stray too far from a steady source of Ectoplasm without an alternate energy source Ember didn't have many options. We got stuck in this cycle of her controlling people to get enough energy to leave Amity and me not letting her control people while in Amity. Eventually, we talked it out and found some non-mind control methods to help her get out and establish her music career in a safe and healthy way. That's Ember McClain by the way, check out her new album 'Domino Effect'."

"Shameless."

"I owe her a favour or two. Nowadays we only fight to blow off steam and hang out."

"Sounds like we have another tally for rehabilitation being the most effective method for dealing with villains."

"Wow, you really have a board for that?"

"The power of friendship is not to be underestimated."

"Sort of related to that; earlier I was planning to say that I've made more friends after dying than I ever did alive for my fun fact but I figured that was kind of depressing to start off with."

"I mean when you say it like that, yes. How about we re-frame it? You didn't get the opportunities to make more friends during your life, but as a ghost, you've been given a second chance to make as many friends as you can! And it sounds like you've been pretty successful in the new friend department so far."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess that is a better way to look at it. Sure wish I didn't have to get my ass kicked so often before I figured it out, though."

"Eh, sometimes the learning process sucks. But you know what doesn't suck? Bingo time!" Red Robin hits a buzzer and little ghost confetti rains down on them. The outline of Phantom is more visible because of the little clumps that land on him.

Hero BINGO cards:

Free Space (Hero Complex) "I refuse to use the free space." "I mean, it's a free space, it counts whether you want to use it or not." ":/"

Gone to Space "Yup, another fun fact, ghosts can do just fine in space."

Been to Another Dimension "I actively live in another dimension."

Visited an Alternate Timeline "Unfortunately."

Saved the world "Technically."

Have you ever been cloned Sigh, “Yes” "Dude, really? How does that even work?"

Kidnapped "Yep." "Who hasn't?"

Imprisoned "Isn't this the same as being kidnapped?" "Nah this one's more formal, like detained by a government body or authority." "Ah, okay. I got that one too."

Impersonated "Oh yeah."

Mind-controlled "Glad to know I'm not the only one."

Died and Resurrected "..." "..." “How alive do you have to be for it to count as a resurrection? Like, percentage-wise. 50%?”

Fought an Evil Version of Yourself "This highly specific and traumatic thing is a common enough problem to be a BINGO card?" “Yeup.” “Yeeesh. But again, glad to know I’m not the only one.”

Have an Arch Nemesis "That's like, a prerequisite. This should be the free space."

An Adult Mentor "Kind of? I honestly don't know if I can say yes to this one." "Have you ever had an adult train you or help you with being a hero and/or your abilities?" "I'm going to pass this one and just say no. My head hurts thinking about the adults in my life." “That’s fair.”

Dead Parents "Isn't this one a little dark?" "Sometimes the best way to start addressing your trauma is by laughing at it. And yes, it is also a highly specific and traumatic thing common enough among teen heroes to be on the bingo cards." "Jesus."

Government-funded Experimentation "Oh come ooooon! This whole thing has to have been tailored for me." "Dude… I take it back, Hero Bingo hates you. What even is your afterlife?" "Endless suffering."

A Social Life "Surprisingly, yes."

Last of Your Species "Unfortunately, no."

Poisoned "Ye- wait. Wait no, I've never been poisoned. How is that even possible with my luck?" "Knock on wood right now dude."

Homemade Costume “Weellll….” “I feel like that should be a yes or no answer…” “Does it count as homemade if I died in it?” RR face-palms.

School Dance Interrupted “Weirdly enough, yes.” “It happens way more often than you’d think and we have no clue why.”

Evil Ancestor “Does a witch hunter count as evil? In modern context, yes, but in a historical context...?” “I’d go with evil. Burning or drowning people usually puts you solidly in the evil category. Regardless of whether or not they cursed your dick to look like a toad or whatever.”

Framed for a Crime “YES, AND I WILL NEVER GET MY RECORD EXPUNGED BECAUSE ‘A CRAZY CLOWN MADE ME DO IT’ IS ONLY AN ACCEPTABLE DEFENSE IN GOTHAM.”

Your Crush/SO is Evil “Thankfully no. I mean she used to shoot me a lot, but she also thought I was the evil one.”

"I have like, six BINGO's. Is this supposed to be difficult?" “Not really, but man, your luck...”

"Well… BINGO was… interesting. How about we finish up the last few questions?"

"Have at it."

"Like a lot of supers, your relationship with the media hasn't been the best. Are there any common rumours or misconceptions about you that you'd like to clear up?"

"YES. For the last time, ghosts are NOT INHERENTLY EVIL. The vast majority of ghosts stay in the ghost zone and mind their own business. The ghosts that cause trouble for the living are like 1% of the population and even then, the ones who actively go out of their way to hurt people are an extreme minority. Ghosts in the mortal world are most likely there because they're lost or completing unfinished business. We are not mindless or emotionless, and YES, we can still feel pain. If you have had a negative interaction with a ghost, chances are you probably did something to piss them off first. That's not to say that all ghosts are safe to be around. Treat ghosts like people. Don't bother them unnecessarily, don't ask invasive and overly personal questions, and be polite."

"We should do a whole Ghost Safety PSA Mythbusters style one of these days."

"Honestly, I would be so down for that."

"Sweet. Do you feel being a teen hero has negatively impacted your mental health, why or why not?

"Yuuuuup. The saving people part is nice. The dying and being dead part is less nice. Also, being hated for my species while still trying to protect the people who hate me has been hell for my self-esteem. I somehow have a social life but it's about half as dead as I am.

"Getting the shit beat out of me is more my physical than mental health but I've been told that constantly being on edge and expecting to get attacked at any moment isn't good for your mental health. I guess I don't have to deal with receiving or inflicting lasting injuries and facing mortality the same way heroes like you do since ghosts are pretty much indestructible.

"But seeing what comes out on the other side of death, and hearing the horrific things some ghosts went through to manifest is its own can of worms. You haven't had real mental scars until you've been trapped in a room with someone reliving their own death over and over and over with no way to help them."

"Shit."

"Yeah. Don't die. Or if you do, don't become a ghost. The afterlife is fucked up."

"If you're still active, will you continue heroing into your adult life, or in this case, for the rest of your afterlife?

"Yes. I'm pretty sure I'm locked in for the rest of my existence."

"How so?"

"My… purpose, I guess you could call it, is helping and protecting people. As long as there are people getting themselves into danger I'll have a reason to be around. Never-ending unfinished business."

"That's… wow. I can't imagine doing what I do for the rest of eternity."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Hm?"

"Sorry, I know this is supposed to be about positive mental health and stuff but… I'm going to keep doing this until it ends me. I don't really have any other options. But I don't see myself doing this for eternity either. Somewhere along the way, hopefully a couple lifetimes from now, the hero life will take me out for good and that'll be that."

"I do try to put an emphasis on thinking positive but you're more than welcome to share the dark parts too. We can't grow if we focus on only the palatable thoughts and feelings. I can't begin to understand what it feels like to be in your situation. Do you think that you're fatalistic or realistic?"

"I like to think I'm being realistic. Maybe I'll change my mind when I've been dead for a couple of centuries, maybe I won't."

"Maybe you'll see humanity making their way into space en masse? We know there are hundreds of other species and planets out there. If life on Earth ever gets boring you can always head for the stars."

"I- thank you, Rob, you have no idea how much that means to me."

"Anytime."

Closing comments.

"That's all for today everyone, don't forget to brush your teeth, take your medication, and get some fresh air! As usual, links to mental health resources and our Hero Health forum will be in the description below. And remember my Birdies, knowing when to ask for help is a sign of strength. Whether you're a Kryptonian, an Amazon warrior, the embodiment of fear itself dressed as a bat, or just some dude, never battle your demons without backup! Red Robin, out!"

Blooper scene/skit while the end credits roll:

"Dude, you promised you'd make an appearance."

"Trust me, this is more for your sake than mine."

"Sure it is. What, did you forget to wear your suit?"

"...."

"Shut up, are you serious?"

"Well I didn't expect to be summoned in the middle of the night so someone could cash in a favour."

"You agreed to do this months ago! Besides, it's YouTube, casual is fine, preferred even. No one is going to care if you're in your pj's- wait you are wearing clothes right?"

"Uuuuuuugghhhhh, yes. I am wearing clothes."

"Well now I'm curious."

"I'm not showing your fans what I sleep in."

"Will you show me if I edit this section out?"

"..." deep sigh, "fiiiiiine."

Phantom drops his invisibility but the only thing the camera picks up is a horrific, vaguely human-shaped blob of distorted static with two neon green points for eyes. When Phantom speaks his voice is extra crunchy and echoing.

"͔̐̿͗͑̒T̃̑̿͂h̻̠̬͍e̖͔̥͚ͣ̾͋͑̚ͅr̙̈̏̔e̊̽̈ͬ̑͂̂,̤̖̖͍̖̞̪̋ͩ ̝̳̖̺͖̲͉̇͐̇̏̾h͉͙͈͓̙̞ͬͅa͓̤̐ͥ̋̇̃̍ͥp̘̺̬̞̬̮̹̈́̈́ͧ͐̅p̥̦̺̹ͭͧ̌y̭̟͉̅̚?̭̤̻̑͋̈ͥ"͙͔͔̱̅͂

"Oh my god, that's adorable."

Highlights from the comments section:

People calling Phantom an Eldritch Horror.

Calling Red Robin a monster fucker.

Asking what Phantom could have possibly been wearing??? (Answer: His NASA themed footie pajamas)

Telling Phantom to get more sleep.

Telling Phantom encouragements.

Thanking Phantom for protecting his town.

Thanking RR for introducing them to a cool new teen hero they'd never heard of before.

There are the occasional comments claiming that Phantom couldn't do the interview in person and 'invisibility' is a creative work around for his absence that still ties into the Halloween special.

Philosophical debates on the pros and cons of immortality and listing off other (allegedly) immortal heroes that Phantom should get in touch with.

[A/N: Congrats if you made it this far! This ficlet is a bit rough around the edges but I hope you enjoyed it! Any readers feel the desire to do so, they are welcome to take this, in part or wholesale verbatim, and use the idea for their own fic.]

#Danny Phantom #dp #Red Robin #DC #Tim Drake #dcxdp #crossover #long post #zalgo text #<<but only briefly #ficlet #I know that's not how bingo works I just wanted to come up wit a response for each one #my bingo sheet is so crunchy lol #stove on fire #38006

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As Weak as You are Strong

Part 2 of Mutually Assured Disaster, as usual this isn’t edited so if you see any errors let me know!

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Training Danny did not go the way that Hood had expected it too. First off it started way sooner then he had expected or wanted, he had wanted Danny to rest and fully heal before they started anything, maybe settle in fully to Gotham. But by the end of the first week he had realized that keeping the boy still was a fucking impossible task, he was so fucking restless! Jason attempted it for another four days before realizing that he had to give Danny something controlled and safe to do before sitting still drove him crazy and he did something stupid.

The easiest way to do that just then was to start training Danny, he was able to put it off a few more days by telling Danny he wouldn’t start training until he was signed up for school because the teen didn’t want to go back to school. But it was only a couple days before he seemed to decide that even school would be better then nothing.

Danny accepted being given a new identity, Danny Nightingale and let Hood forge paperwork to have legal guardianship and then enroll him in a decent school. Though he wouldn’t be starting till next semester to give him a chance to settle in to his new home. Jason wasn’t entirely sure when he’d decided Danny belonged with him, but he had, and was looking into bigger apartments for him and his new ward. After all it was official now.

“Okay the first step will be for you to show me what you can do to get a baseline, so we’ll go to gym I usually use after breakfast,” Jason finally said one morning as pulled a bottle of milk out of the fridge. Usually he cooked breakfast for them but it was a bad idea to eat to heavily before a work out, he’d take Danny out for lunch afterwards instead.

He heard Danny pause from where he was digging around in the cupboard grumbling about how healthy Jason’s cereal options were, as if he wasn’t the one who’d already eaten the box of sugary shit Tim had left here. The silence went on for too long and Jason scowled, turning to put the milk down on the counter and stare ad Danny hard.

“What’s the issue Wisp?” Jason asked sounding more annoyed then he actually was.

“Well, it’s just, I’m really strong and I have, like, a lot of powers? A Lot, I don’t even remember all of them half the time! I think it might be better of we leave town for me to show you? Like, if you want to see my most powerful ability that’s my Ghostly Wail, which is a pretty powerful sonic thing I don’t have great control of and I’m worried if I tried to do it inside I might bring down the building.” Danny rambled as casually as he could while he went back to digging for cereal and brought them over to the table.

Jason blinked as he processed that and then nodded slowly. “Okay, we haven’t talked about this much, what powers do you have?”

“Well, the sonic scream I mentioned, super strength, flight, intangibility, I can make and control ice, I have enhanced senses, I can shock people though that’s a hands on attack… Oh, I can sort of hypnotize people, I can possess people as well but I don’t like doing it… I can shape shift a bit though I’m not very good at it yet.” Danny said, counting them out on his fingers and looking a bit unsure as if he might have forgotten some.

“Damn Spooks what Can’t you do?” Jason asked, making light of how genuinely shocking Danny’s power level was.

“I think eventually I’ll learn how to shoot lasers.. Oh! I forgot my ecto beams! I can shoot ecto from my hands with some force, it’s corrosive to humans. And I can’t duplicate yet, the one older member of my species I met could so I assume I’ll learn eventually? I’m not really in a rush to learn though, I already kind of scare myself,” Danny admitted, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Alright, can you show me everything accept the wail inside?” Jason asked tapping his fingers absently against the table, before Danny shoved the box of cereal across the table to him and he remembered they were supposed to be eating.

“I think so, as long as I’m careful. But if I break anything you’re paying for it,” Danny joked around a mouthful of cereal, pointing his spoon at Jason.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Jason said automatically, forcing himself to power through the realization he was fucking parenting this kid. “If I have to pay for anything you’re grounded.”

“You can’t ground me, you’re not my dad,” Danny shot back with an exaggerated pout, at least his mouth wasn’t full this time.

“So you’re not living under my roof, eating all my food, and asking me to train you?” Jason asked, raising his eyebrows, Danny stayed silent, pouting and poking at his cereal, steering the last few bits around the bowl. “If you have so little control of your power that you would break something you might seriously hurt a human in the field even if they don’t deserve it, and we don’t want that so if you break anything you’ll be grounded and it’ll be longer before you get into the field. Until we’re both confident in your control,” Jason explained firmly, he watched Danny consider that then deflate and nod.

“Fine,” He mumbled, drinking his cereal milk and bringing his bowl to the sink, washing it quickly.

Jason let it go, he knew Danny didn’t want to hurt anyone, he was a good kid, he was just disappointed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a shit attitude when he was Danny’s age as well. Jason finished his breakfast quickly, cleaning up before he grabbed the keys to his bike. “Alright let’s get to the gym, I already made sure it would be kept empty for the morning, so no one will see what we do.” He had been going to this place for ages and no one had found out he was Red Hood after all, in Gotham businesses that catered to vigilantes and rogues were deeply valued.

Danny nodded and grabbed the helmet Jason had bought for him in the first couple days. He left the apartment and went down the stairs ahead of Jason as he locked up. Danny bounded down, jumping a flight of stairs at the time and waiting on the landing for Jason to catch up before leaping down the next one. Jason didn’t understand why he was doing but he had learned gravity didn’t affect Danny the same way as most people did so jumping that way wouldn’t hurt the kid. And if it made him happy Jason didn’t give a shit, he just hurried to keep up.

Danny sat on the back of Jason’s bike, making him think about how he should really look into getting a sidecar or something, even though Danny seemed to enjoy riding on the back. Actually, it was the first time Jason was genuinely considering switching to a car for regular use, that would be safer right? And what if Danny wanted to have a friend over once he started school? Jason couldn’t bring both Danny And a friend home like this. Ya, he should definitely get a car.

God fucking damn it, he was a dad.

They reached the gym no problem and Jason lead the way this time, Danny hanging back just a little, clearly nervous. Jason marched on ahead, leading by example that there was nothing to be afraid of, and Danny hurried to keep up. There were a few people there still there so Jason whistled loudly and reminded the room at large the gym was privately booked out for the next couple hours and it was time to clear out. There was some grumbling but everyone went, it wasn’t exactly the first time this had happened.

“Okay the first thing is a test of strength, help me move all this shit out of the way,” Jason said, he was joking really but Danny didn’t seem to notice. He nodded firmly and went and grabbed one of the pieces of exercise equipment, lifting it and all the weights attached with no trouble at all. Jason had to pause to process that, watching as Danny moved it off to the side. “How much exactly can you lift?”

“I don’t know, I lifted a bus once and it wasn’t to hard,” Danny told Jason casually, as if that was fucking normal! Jason really had his work cut out for him with this kid. He sighed at Danny and then went to grab some targets since Danny had mentioned some sort of blast.

“Alright now that we have a clear patch show me what else you can do,” Jason said once he’d set up the targets. Danny nodded with a determined set to his jaw and in a flash of light that made Jason blink Danny had changed, his hair turning white and his eyes a green that would have made Jason’s stomach turn if he wasn’t already half used to Danny’s eyes flashing that colour randomly.

Over the next hour he watched as Danny blasted the targets with green beams that seemed to melt through what they hit and then eat through the rest, shock, freeze, and fight. When Jason told him to hit a punching bag as hard as he could Danny fucking broke it! The chain snapped and the bag flew across the room.

“I’m so sorry!” Danny yelped as soon as he realized what he’d done, before Jason had fully processed it. “You told me to hit as hard as I could! I should have known to hold back a bit but-“ Danny cut off on his justifications, ducking his head and biting his lip.

Jason took a deep breath, watching the sand that spilled from the split in the punching bag and trying not to think about what that force could do to a human body. “It’s alright, I did say to hit it as hard as you could. Now I need to see if you can punch just hard enough to drop a person without hurting them badly,” he said, ushering Danny over to a bag that wasn’t broken. He wanted to spar with Danny but he needed to make sure it wasn’t overly dangerous to his health first.

“I can do it in my human form,” Danny offered, eager to be helpful. “I have some access to my powers when I am but they’re much weaker when I am so it might be safer.”

“Safer for others but what about for you? You’re more vulnerable when you’re in your human form right?” Jason demanded and Danny winced, nodding reluctantly. “Alright then we’re going to work on you being able to control and restrain your strength in this form. You should be able to do that anyway, pulling a punch takes just as much strength as following it through and the control is even more impressive.”

“This is going to take forever,” Danny groaned.

“Well then we’d better get started then shouldn’t we?” Jason said, repressing his smile in case Danny thought he was making fun of him.

Danny groaned dramatically again, wallowing but only for a moment before the determined set to his jaw returned and he nodded. “Good, do you think you can spar with me without throwing me into a wall?” Jason joked, Danny wouldn’t want to hurt Jason so it really was the best way to help him practice.

Danny barked a startled laugh and grinned. “Oh ya! Don’t worry I’ll go easy on you~” Danny teased making Jason laugh in return, the kid really liked to banter.

“Don’t hold back to much, I’m plenty strong,” Jason shot back as he lead the way to the mat. “After this though I’m taking you to the shooting range. A gun with rubber bullets will be a good way for you to have a ranged attack without shooting fucking acid, and it’s a lot gentler then you can hit. The last thing we need is for you to get worked up or spooked in the field and really hurting someone by accident.”

“Turns out I’m not a gun, I’m much, much worse,” Danny joked and Jason rolled his eyes at the movie reference.

He dropped into a fighting stance once he reached the mat. “I’m on the attack now, I just want you to show me how well you can dodge and block Without using your powers.” Once he had Danny’s confirmation and the younger man was in his stance Jason lunged without a count in.

Danny wasn’t bad for someone who didn’t have any actual training, he was quick and his reflexes were good but he was clearly used to relying more heavily on his powers and took a couple pretty hard hits. Just as importantly though he took those hits, stumbled, recovered, and kept going. They could never avoid every hit, being able to keep going in spite of it was a crucial skill in this line of work.

Jason pushed it until he could see Danny starting to get frustrated so Jason had a good measure of both his abilities and his capacity and then backed off. “Alright we need to work on that, and your patience,” Jason said as he left the mat for a moment to grab their water bottles.

“Why?” Danny asked, maybe a little petulantly, he was eager to get out on patrol and he had always been able to rely on his powers before. Still Jason chose to answer the question in good faith.

“What if your attacked as a civilian and need to hide your powers? What if some day you’re up against something who Can actually hurt and hit you? They obviously exist given how you found me. What if some day you lose your abilities?” Jason pointed out. “Your life is the most important thing so if you have to use them so be it but we need to make sure you can handle yourself decently without them.” He handed Danny his water bottle and they both drank while Danny processed and valiantly attempted not to sulk, he was still a teenager after all and a bit immature.

“As for your patience, you don’t have anger issues like mine but if you lost your temper you could do a lot more damage.” Jason noted the way that made Danny flinch, he’s ask about that later.

“Alright now your turn to attack, show me how you fight without those powers of yours. You can turn back now if you want to, though I think you should patrol in this form so you should learn to control your strength like this. It’ll help keep your identity secret too. Though if the people in this city haven’t figured out who Nightwing is their obviously fucking idiots,” Jason told Danny as he put down his bottle and returned to the mat.

“I don’t have a lot of practice fighting humans, just other ghosts, so until I get a better feel for that I think I’d rather spar as a human as well. I mean, I’m still strong like this,” the same flash of white light around Danny and he once again had black hair and blue eyes. “But not as strong so it’ll be a good way to ease into it right?”

“Sure that makes sense, come on,” Jason said beckoning for Danny to come at him. Which he did, sloppily. He was fast, but he was untrained, his strikes were wide and telegraphed, Jason dodged and grabbed Danny’s arm, flipping him and putting his back on the ground before letting him up. Danny stood up again, looking a little more wary this time, he took a moment to consider Jason before attacking again, his attacks a little more considered and precise, but still pretty damn obvious.

Jason blocked and dodged mostly, letting Danny land at least one hit to see how hard it would be, he pulled it pretty well actually, it might leave a bit of a bruise but it didn’t even knock Jason over. Jason took Danny’s moment of triumph for landing a hit as an opening to put Danny on the ground again with a chuckle, he had to keep the kid humble after all right? He offered Danny his hand to help the boy up giving him a warm smile.

“Alright, not bad but there’s a lot you could learn. I think we’ve got a good baseline of what your capable of, and I’ll start training you in MMA and other fighting styles tomorrow, and shooting lessons this afternoon. First lunch, what do you want to eat?”

#jason todd #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #Danny never learned to fight like a human #humans are very squishy #op danny phantom #red hood #This is not my best work but I still think it's funny #fanfiction #unedited

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Lingered Lips

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

7.2k words

∘₊✧ Summary: When you move from a warmer climate into the house next door to Gus and Karin during winter, Lars helps you to keep warm, and to feel a little more at home in the process.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: This is for my pal @webbo0 who deserves all the warmth and comfort Lars would be able to give (that's a lot). I hope this is something close to what you imagined ! Thank you to my wonderful K (@heresthestorymorningglory) for beta reading and encouraging endlessly! Title from Holding Your Hand by Yung Bae.

∘₊✧ Please note: The story has two possible endings. If you want fluff and kissing with some suggestive bits only, stop when you reach the break in the text (indicated with a photo set), 5.5k. If you want to end on a spicy note, there is an optional NSFW scene after, 1.6k.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: Fluff, homesickness, kissing, heated making out, lots of touching, nervous Lars. In the additional scene; NSFW, dry humping, touching over clothes, cumming in pants.

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To say there’s a chill in the air is an understatement. Somehow, it seems the inside of the house is colder than the outside. It had been left empty for a good few days before you arrived today with a moving truck full of your worldly belongings, but even so, feeling your fingertips turn numb, you never imagined you’d feel the chill this much.

An uncomfortable question flashes through your mind; Have you done the right thing?, but, already engaged in an internal battle to keep homesickness at bay, you force yourself to think about how you’d not had much of a need for thick duvets and firewood before, reminding yourself that you will adapt. That it will all be worth it. That the cold will soon feel like home.

The house is nice, and you know that once it warms through properly it will feel cosy and homely, even if right now it’s an empty shell of a building waiting for your stamp. But it’s getting there. You can already picture yourself settling down in front of a roaring fire with a blanket and a slice of pie.

You sigh at the fireplace. You have no means to build a fire, and even if you did, where do you begin? Instead, you settle with lighting a few candles you found with a book of matches in the box marked ‘KITCHEN’ in a futile attempt to create a feeling of warmth.

Once you begin the process of dragging furniture around and unpacking boxes that, despite being labelled perfectly well before the move seem to be all out of order again, you generate a little heat as the rooms begin to take shape.

After a while (you’ve no idea how long; you’ve misplaced your phone in the bubblewrap and the clocks are currently hidden in an unopened box, but it’s long since been dark out) you grow tired of organising your things and decide rest is in order. If only that fireplace was roaring and there was a freshly baked pie on the kitchen counter…

You reluctantly blow the candles out, wolf down a couple of the cookies you’d packed for the road, and shiver yourself to sleep under a couple of thin blankets, planning to venture into the town tomorrow and purchase a few items to help you adapt to your new climate a little more comfortably.

****

You’d not yet had time to hang drapes, so when morning arrives, with it comes the sharp winter sun flooding your bedroom, disturbing your dreams and pulling you back to the cold reality you’d fallen asleep in.

You stretch, gradually taking in your new surroundings, and start your day by finding some warmer clothes and a pair of boots packed into one of your overflowing suitcases.

You step outside to appreciate the crisp covering of snow. It crunches beneath your feet, and you think you could get used to that.

There’s a little parcel a few feet from your doorstep, wrapped in brown paper and tied up with string. Looking around for a sign of who might have left it and seeing no one, you pick it up to carry inside. It’s heavier than you anticipate and has a label attached to the string which you read the moment you drop the package onto the kitchen table.

‘Welcome neighbour! Don’t be a stranger! Karin and Gus x’

It must’ve come from the big, white house just a short walk from your own; your closest neighbours, the others being at least a couple of minutes walk away.

You pick at the knot in the parcel string, the paper beneath falling away as the string loosens, and you see a huge tray of pasta bake. It’s homemade and makes your stomach growl just looking at it. The homesick churn in your stomach relaxes in turn, and a smile pulls at your lips.

You should introduce yourself to this Karin and Gus before you venture into town today. That would be the neighbourly thing to do, right?

Rifling through the bag of snacks you’d packed for the road, you found the large tupperware of homemade hamantaschen cookies you’d raided the night before, and, removing just one more cookie to eat immediately, you tuck the tub under your arm, shove your hands into your pockets (adding gloves to your mental shopping list) and set off to greet your new neighbours.

Rounding the corner at the end of your driveway, you see the figure of someone swinging what looked like an axe outside that big, white house.

Gus, you remind yourself of the names on the parcels tag. Karin and Gus.

As you step closer, you can’t help but notice that this Gus guy is kind of…

No. Stop. You cannot find your neighbour attractive. You can’t.

Can you?

‘Hey, Gus?’ you call with a wave, and the man, frankly oozing sexual energy with his brawny arms and that big axe held in an exceptionally strong grip, turns around.

Oh shit. He’s handsome too.

Your gaze drops from his sparkling blue eyes to his handsome mustache, perfectly groomed and sort of dashing…

‘Hi… I uh… I just moved in next door,’ you gesture over your shoulder whilst trying to snap yourself out of whatever this is, and focus on the steamy breath you can see in the air every time you breathe out instead. ‘Gus, isn’t it?’

He doesn’t answer. He bites his lips together and averts his gaze, shoulders hunched.

‘I wanted to thank you and Karin for my welcome gift. It looks so delicious.’

Dropping the axe, the handsome Gus straightens up and your eyes widen at his height.

He steps back, blinking excessively, cheeks blazing hot and hands clenching into tight fists as his sides.

‘Hey, are you alright?’ you try. A whisper.

‘Y-yeah, I-’ he stutters, swallowing hard and thrusting a hand out to you with his eyes closed tight, as though he’s bracing himself for some sort of terrifying impact.

Carefully, you take it, feeling the way his arm tenses when your flesh meets his. He’s warm and clammy and you want to pull him close.

‘I- I’m Lars,’ he breathes, his hand dropping back to his side. ‘Gus is my brother.’

Lars. Your heart skips a beat.

‘Ah… Lars. Nice to meet you. I didn’t mean to startle you,’ you say softly, ‘I just wanted to bring some cookies over for Gus and Karin.’

Lars clocked the container under your arm and visibly settled. ‘Oh… oh, they’re not in right now. I could look after those cookies for you until they’re back though? I promise not to eat them.’

‘Ok, sure! I’ll maybe stop by tomorrow to introduce myself properly, but if you could tell them I said thank you for the warm welcome, I’d appreciate it?’

‘Sure,’ Lars nods, a little skittish.

‘And you can have a cookie,’ you joke, pushing the tub toward him.

Lars huffs out an awkward little chuckle and instead of taking the tub from you, whips what you thought was a thick blue scarf from around his neck.

‘Y-you look cold. Here-’

He shuffles toward you, averting his gaze as he fumbles with wrapping the little handmade blanket around your shoulders, his fingers delicate but shaky.

The fresh scent of laundry detergent mixed with light musk hits you and you all but swoon at the combination. It’s not just a swoon; it’s homely, too. Lars is homely.

‘Thank you,’ you breathe, smiling. Is everyone so kind and polite here?

‘It’s alright. I’m getting a bit hot from chopping wood anyway.’ Lars steps backward, staring at the ground as he creates a more comfortable distance between the two of you. Is it comfortable though? He feels an urge to go back to you. ‘You can bring it over when you’re warmed up and all unpacked.’

He’s so sweet you feel like your heart is on the verge of exploding.

‘I don’t have many winter clothes, actually. That’s where I’m heading now – into town to introduce some wool and a decent coat to my wardrobe, and a nice big duvet to my bed. I knew it’d be cold here but I didn’t think it would be this cold.’

Lars looks down, biting his lips together again, bracing himself to say something. You wait patiently.

‘W-where did you move from?’

‘Somewhere much warmer than this,’ you shiver, sucking in a sharp breath of cool air. ‘For a fresh start.’

Lars’s brow furrows and he lets out a small, ‘Ok!’ He isn’t sure whether it would be too much to question any further, so he drops the subject, reaching a hand out to you.

For a moment, you freeze, a whole movie playing out in your mind of what might await you in the future if you take his hand right now and just… kiss him.

Lars clears his throat. ‘The um… the cookies?’

‘Oh- yes.’ You push the box toward his outstretched hand. ‘Take a couple for yourself too.’

You see a crimson blush dust flare up on his cheeks again.

‘Th-thanks.’

The air thickens then as your gazes lock, until Lars turns away, and you wonder if you’ve overdone it. He did seem a painfully shy. Maybe he could read your mind and was horrified of what he’d witnessed… or the offer of a cookie was just too much.

Just as you open your mouth to ease the tension and singsong a, Well, see you around, Lars!, he sets down the tupperware full of cookies, gathers a few logs in those burly arms and turns back to you. His cheeks are positively glowing now.

‘Th-these are for you.’

There goes that lightheaded swooning feeling again. ‘Oh, Lars, are you sure?’

‘Of course! I’m really good at it. I chop the wood for Gus and Karin’s house all the time, so it’s really no problem to spare a few… for my neighbour.’

‘Oh! You live here too?’

Lars turns sheepish, nodding toward the garage behind you. ‘I live… there.’ He remembers the time he spent in his home with Bianca. Moments far and few between, but usually tender. He remembers dancing with her by firelight, a jazz record playing softly. He clears his throat. ‘Do you know how to build a fire?’ he asks, much more confidently.

You get the feeling he would take great pride in teaching you, but still feel a little silly admitting the truth to him. How could you accept these logs in all good conscience when you’ve never built a log fire in your life and have no idea where to begin other than… setting them on fire?

Embarrassment creeps onto your cheeks and you hold your breath, scrunching your nose up. ‘Nope. You got me. Something else for me to learn now that I live here.’

‘I could show you some time,’ Lars mutters, so quiet you almost don’t hear him. His voice cracks as he backtracks, ‘if- if you like?’

You nod, and both of you are blushing so hard you’re barely able to look at one another aside from surreptitious stolen glances.

You hug the firewood close to your chest and take a deep, steadying breath. ‘Thank you, Lars. For everything.’

As you trudge back over the undisturbed snow to store the logs in your porch, you chuckle to yourself. You needn’t have worried about the cold, all you have to do is talk to Lars for a few minutes and you’ll soon warm up.

****

Wrapped in the same paper and tied with the same string, another parcel appears on your doorstep the very next morning.

Your head tilts as you bend to collect it, wondering what else Gus and Karin could possibly have sent you when you haven’t even met them yet. Would this turn into a never-ending exchange of reheatable meals and cookies?

It feels lighter, soft in your hands.

You tear the paper open right there and then, too curious to wait. Two thick sweaters spill into your hands, a small sheet of note paper floating to your feet.

They smell like Lars, and you know instantly that they’re his. It’s the same scent you caught from his blanket yesterday; the same one that lingered on his skin when he had leaned in close to wrap it around your shoulders – fresh and soft with a hint of musk. Comforting. Homely.

Butterflies soar in your stomach and for a moment, you forget that you’re standing in the frosty air in just your pyjamas and socks.

You collect the note up and shut out the cold, heart beating a little faster as you sit down to read it and learn what his handwriting looks like. It’s neat, large letters, cursive. Romantic.

You shake your head, still in denial that you’d ever dare to think of him that way, pretending you hadn’t fallen asleep wondering what his soft lips might feel like against yours and dreamed about him teaching you to chop wood, his strong arms braced around yours to guide you as you swung the axe.

You tried to focus on the words rather than the style of the handwriting or your own wandering mind, almost nervous to begin reading, wondering what he wants to say to you.

I hope you don’t mind me leaving these for you – I don’t wear them so much any more and thought they would be put to better use building up your winter wardrobe.

One has a hole in the sleeve. I’m sorry about that. I would have fixed it but I never learned how to sew. It’s ok if you don’t like them.

Hope you’re keeping warm!

Lars (your neighbour)(the one from the garage)

You bite your lips together to keep a whine from escaping. Your neighbour? The one from the garage? As if you could possibly forget him.

‘Could you be any cuter?’ you grin, and fold the letter, standing to head right back to your bedroom and dress immediately throwing on the new puffer coat you bought in the town yesterday over a Lars scented sweater, grab your last tub of cookies and head out, marching straight up to the door of the garage next door.

****

‘Hi.’ Lars swallows the word, opening his door just enough to poke his face through the gap.

He’s just as handsome as you remember. Maybe more. The way the bright winter sun hits his eyes and sets the deep blue sparkling, the coy little smile he can’t quite hide beneath that impeccably groomed mustache…

‘Hi,’ you sigh. You might feel a twinge of embarrassment, but Lars seems so taken aback to see you, you don’t think he’ll notice your indiscreet little swoon.

You clear your throat. ‘Thank you so much for the sweaters, Lars. You really didn’t have to.’

‘Oh it’s nothing,’ he protests, struggling to meet your gaze and chewing his lips as though he’s scared of what he might say if he doesn’t bite them together.

‘I brought more cookies. Just for you this time.’

Lars squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep steadying breath.

‘Are you ok?’

He blinks his eyes open again and finally looks into yours. ‘Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m ok.’

Even so, his fingers fiddle with the slightly chipped paint around the edge of the door he’s holding ajar.

‘Alright, well…’

‘Did you use the firewood yet?’ he blurts, eyes closed again but voice much louder.

‘No, I never got the chance to look up how to build a proper fire last night, so-’

‘Would you like me to show you? Now?’ His face scrunches up in what looks like pain.

‘Yes! That would be great.’

Lars nods, smiling, and opens the door. ‘Please, come in,’ he breathes, and you notice his hand gripping so tight onto the door now that his knuckles have turned white.

You step inside the little garage apartment, immediately so at ease that you almost feel at home here.

There’s a jazz record playing softly, and you sway a little as you glance around, clocking the log burner in the corner. His bed is neatly made with two or three blankets layered on the top, warm and cosy. You wonder what he wears to bed.

The kitchen is sparse and clean, a small double hob occupying a whistling kettle and a pan. There are a few cupboards you imagine are mostly bare.

A door to the left looks like it must lead to the bathroom, because aside from a small closet and a couple of shelves on the wall, that’s all of it. Lars’s entire home.

He doesn’t appear to have many worldly belongings, but what he does have, he appreciates and takes good care of. You smile at that. Maybe he would take good care of you, too.

In many ways, you think, perhaps without even knowing it, he already has.

Lars closes the front door, but doesn’t move from his spot beside it, staring down at his feet.

‘W-we might as well enjoy the fire after I show you how to get it going. Would you like to stay for a drink? We could share the cookies? If you like?’

He glances toward you with that pained look again, but it quickly softens when you answer simply with a gentle; ‘Yes. I’d love to.’

Lars grins, incredulous, and springs into action, preparing to start work on building the fire, dropping to his knees before the log burner.

‘Alright, the first thing we need to do is make sure the firewood is in good condition. I know mine is, of course, but it’s always worth checking, because…’

You sit beside him, fully intending to learn a valuable lesson that will no doubt serve you for many winters to come, but Lars picks up a log with such care the mere sight of it makes you shiver.

Carefully, he runs the tips of his long, thick fingers over the smooth edge of the wood, treating it so delicately that every word out of his mouth blurs into barely perceptible background noise and all you can manage to do is watch those elegant fingers tracing over the contours and try not to imagine how they’d feel on your skin instead.

Startlingly, he stops the demonstration short and turns to you. It’s far from abrupt, but it drags you out of your reverie nonetheless.

‘Got that?’ he asks eagerly.

‘Hmm?’

‘Ready for the next step?’ Lars beams at you. He’s been talking nonstop, completely lost in the world of firewood while you were lost in the world of… Lars.

‘Yes, yes, of course,’ you lie, hoping the next part won’t be as difficult to take in and that you can piece together whatever you’ve missed.

Lars opens up what he calls the damper, leaning forward to place kindling into the centre of the stove, his sweater rides up a little at the back, and although you try with all your might not to look, you can’t quite avoid it. Beneath those three layers, his exposed skin looks so soft and pale and… warm.

There are a few small beauty marks dotted close to his hip and you get the urge to trace them with your finger tips, follow them like a constellation and connect the stars with your tongue…

But you’re not supposed to be thinking about the flesh of Lars’s lower back under your fingers and lips. You’re supposed to be listening to his instructions.

You close your eyes and try to focus.

Good logs. Damper open. Something about kindling.

You can do this. You can.

Oblivious, Lars continues, arranging dry wood around the kindling and placing the logs gently on top, taking as much care as if he was creating a work of art.

He’s so passionate and thorough in the way he describes the process, the way he’s handling the equipment, that this in itself is making you come over too hot.

Is he this passionate and thorough with a lover?

Stop.

You shake the thought from your head and wonder if you will manage to actually sit in front of a blazing fire with him at all if he carries on like this. Carries on being so… so…

‘Would you like to do the honours?’ he grins, sitting back on his heels.

You swallow hard. ‘Sure!’

Lars hands you a half empty box of matches. His hands are no longer trembling, you notice, but yours have certainly begun to shake as you select and strike a match.

Lars’s palm slides over the back of your hand, warm and soft, to guide your flame to the kindling. Your head spins and you lean forward together, bodies pressing close as you hold the match still and wait.

Both of you watch with delight as the fire takes hold and bursts to life before you.

You smile at Lars, who beams back. There’s but an inch between you and you can’t help but lick your lips and you glance down at his.

‘We did it,’ he breathes. ‘Next time, you can try arranging the kindling-’ He stops himself.

Next time.

Suddenly his face is burning, his forehead is damp and his chest is tight, and a voice in his head is firmly telling him to run in the opposite direction.

‘How about that drink?’ you remind him, hoping it’ll ease the tension.

Lars is more grateful than you could ever know for that simple suggestion. It gives him a reason not to completely consume you, which is both his greatest fear and his strongest urge with you so close. He isn’t sure whether the heat he feels is from the fire or from his burning attraction to you, but thinking about it is making him dizzy.

He snaps up to stride into the kitchen and start the kettle boiling, and you try to focus on breathing.

As you feel comforting warmth radiating from the glow of the fireplace and listen to him pottering in the kitchen, your eyes slip closed.

This is home.

‘Is hot chocolate ok?’ Lars calls over.

‘No lactose for me, please, Lars.’

‘No problem! I can work around that. See, if you mix the cocoa powder into a paste with a small amount of the water first, you can make it smooth and thick without the need for milk! Neat little trick, huh? And I can skip the cream topping, just for you.’

Lars is once again in his element. He seems so happy to share his habits with someone – with you – that it eradicates the overwhelming nerves he was fighting moments ago.

‘That sounds wonderful. Thank you.’

‘Uhm- do you… do you mind if I have a little cream on mine?’ he asks, cautious. ‘I’ll only have a little bit.’

‘Of course I don’t mind!’

He chuckles quietly with a shaky exhale of nervous energy. ‘Ok!’

You watch as he finishes up and joins you again placing two big mugs of hot chocolate on the little rug in front of the fire.

‘You know, I used to treat myself to a hot chocolate now and then before I moved here, even though it was much warmer. I wonder if it’ll hit different now that I actually need heating up,’ you laugh, blowing out a steady breath to ripple over the surface of the steaming liquid before taking a careful sip.

Lars watches the way your lips move, snapping his eyes shut when he realises where his thoughts are going – the same place they went last night when he was trying to fall asleep but you kept appearing in his semi-unconscious state, asking if you could hold his hand and kiss him.

He clears his throat. ‘So, how are you adjusting? Have you seen the doctor yet?’

Your brow furrowed. Did you need to see a doctor just for moving here?

‘No, I mean, it has felt a little strange, but I thought it was just a touch of homesickness…’

‘I think that’s normal,’ Lars nods, face turning serious and voice lowering like he was keeping a secret from prying ears. ‘I had a girlfriend who came from a much warmer climate, you see. She was half Brazilian and half Danish, and she’d been used to warmer temperatures before she came here. So, I’m used to it.’

Lars shrugs and sips his drink, casually sure of himself.

‘Girlfriend?’ you blurt before you can stop yourself. You try to at least sound easygoing, but it comes off more strained than anything thanks to curiosity getting the better of you.

‘Oh, wait, I’m not suggesting that we’re uhm… friends of any sort- I mean-’

‘No… no, it’s ok.’ Another easy smile. ‘I just wondered about her, that’s all.’

You move to place your mug back down as Lars makes the same motion, and as you reach forward, your skin brushes his.

Time stops. Lars almost flinches, but he lingers instead, seeking you out once again, grazing the back of his fingers against the back of your hand, witnessing the connection, awe pulling at his features.

It’s different from when he guided your flame to the kindling, and he realises that then as much as now, your flesh against his feels almost… tolerable. More than tolerable. It feels good.

You hold your breath, needing to be closer again. Needing to feel heat from him and not just the fire, inhale that comforting scent that you’ve already come to associate with your new home, the one laced on his hand knitted blue blanket that you forgot to return today in your rush to get back to him. You don’t plan to tell him you’d slept clutching it for comfort, or that it remained beneath the covers on your unmade bed.

‘It’s getting a bit hot,’ you breathe shakily, eyes locking on his. ‘May I take off my coat?’

Lars doesn’t answer, he just helps you with removing the coat from your shoulders like a true gentleman, folding it neatly and placing it on the bed for you.

‘Better?’

‘Much.’

‘You’re wearing one of my old sweaters,’ he says quietly, staring at you as he takes in how it fits your form compared to his, how good it looks on you and how he wants to help take the sweater off your body, too…

His fingers wander to the collar, where he drags a fingertip gently over the familiar wool before dropping back to his lap.

The air between you grows thicker again and all at once you’re breathless.

‘Lars…’

‘Hmm?’

‘You have some, uh… cream… just-’

His gaze is intense on your lips as your fingers move to wipe the cream from his perfect mustache. It’s tender. Loving, almost. His breath is hot and ragged against your fingers and for a wild moment, you think about slowly pushing a finger between his plump, shiny lips.

Instead you come to your senses and bring it back down, coated in a light covering of the cream.

‘You know, lactose intolderance doesn’t always stop me,’ you smirk, licking the cream from your finger. ‘If it’s just a little bit. Perhaps… a little bit more?’

Lars doesn’t move as you press forward, closing the gap between you and leaving enough pause for him to move away. But he doesn’t. He presses his lips to yours and elicits contented hum that makes him simply melt into you.

There’s more cream on his mustache that smears onto your upper lip and you pull back, licking yourself clean and pushing forward to lick the last of it from him, too.

Lars parts his lips to allow your tongue inside. It feels natural yet unusual, not at all how he imagined kissing would feel. But it’s just as thrilling as he’d hoped it would be, and the butterflies in his stomach that he’d been trying hard to control begin to explode into something wonderful, a new sensation that he had the overwhelming urge to chase.

Your lips against his are so soft and wet, and his head is swimming with what all of this means. The feeling growing somewhere deep inside him pushes through to the forefront. It’s something he can’t seem to control. It’s too new, too exciting, so he follows his gut.

With a shaky hand, he reaches forward to touch you. He’s not sure where, or how, but he’s overcome with that sudden urge to consume you entirely again, and he can’t stop the hand hesitating midair from grabbing your shoulder and pushing you down onto the rug.

He’s strong, and that sets your nerves alight. You knew when you saw the perfect control with which he wielded his axe. Your hands slide up over his biceps and squeeze the firm muscles, and Lars whines.

Even with this newfound dominance, he’s unsure, hesitant — but eager. Your tongue guides his, gently leading him into a steady rhythm with slow flicks and languid slides, each one setting his desire aflame until he’s breathless.

Your guidance doesn’t falter when he positions himself on top of you. If anything, the kiss turns hungrier and Lars moans, muffled in your mouth, and he wants more despite the nerves bubbling up in his stomach. Worries creep in that he’ll do something wrong, that he shouldn’t be doing this at all.

There’s a nagging thought in the back of his mind that making out like this isn’t something he should be doing. It feels far too exciting to be allowed. Far too naughty, and that seems to spur on the excitement, and it all feels so good how could it be wrong?

His pants are getting tighter and he knows he can control himself if he just manages to get back outside and pick up his axe and burn it off, but he doesn’t want to this time. Not with you here, kissing him, touching him, making him feel good.

But what will Gus and Karin think when they find out he kissed their new neighbour with such fierce passion less than forty-eight hours after you arrived in town? Somewhere within his muddle of thoughts, he hears Gus muttering an impressed, ‘It’s always the quiet ones…’ and his cheeks burn a little hotter.

He feels you pushing at his shoulders then, a signal to stop, and he scrambles back to sit up, covering his face with his hands.

He was on another plane of existence just a moment ago and now everything was crashing down around him. He had gone too far, been selfish with his affections. What had he done?

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-’ he sobs into his palms, muffled and desperate.

‘Don’t be,’ you soothe, sitting up to join him as you fight off the haze of pleasant lightheadedness his kiss had caused. ‘I liked it.’

You grab the half-full mugs of chocolate and pass him his. He accepts with a nervous smile and you sip the remaining drinks together in comfortable silence, enjoying the crackle of the fire, the kiss having broken the tension.

You lay your head on his shoulder and sigh, content. You hadn’t felt so at home since you’d arrived, and you didn’t want to leave. You also didn’t want to admit that you’d not really listened when he’d been kind enough to show you how to use the logs he’d gifted to you.

Meanwhile, Lars’s head is buzzing. He thinks over how he’s already shared his first kiss with you (first kiss with tongues, anyway — he’d kissed Bianca once or twice in moments of madness, but never with tongue). He thinks about how far he’s come since Bianca, and how if it weren’t for her he probably wouldn’t have had the courage to finish a conversation with you yet, let alone push you onto the floor and dare to let desire consume him for a short while.

And he can’t just leave it there now, not now he’s tasted you, shared a part of himself with you; he needs more. He decides he needs to act now or he will think about it so much he’ll scare himself away from the idea.

So before he can even formulate an actual plan to ask you out, he blurts;

‘You want me to show you around sometime? There’s the lake, and- oh, I have a treehouse there!- and we could go into the town together, too, maybe to the mall? Gus and Karin would love to have you over for dinner, I bet. They’re always asking me, so I could bring you as my guest! Do you bowl? I’m not very good, but I’m getting better and-’

‘I’m absolutely shit at bowling,’ you laugh, and Lars laughs too, relieved you’d stopped him talking himself into a certain hole he’d never climb out of. ‘But I still like to play. I’d actually really like to go with you sometime.’

You feel Lars holding all his breath in his lungs, and smile to yourself. He’s so easy to fluster. You could have fun with that, you muse, but stop yourself thinking on it for too long.

‘C-can we still… kiss?’ Lars stutters, trailing off, ‘I liked it, too.’

You chuckle to yourself, giddy at how nice this all feels. ‘Do you make a habit of kissing your neighbours, Lars?’

It’s a playful question, and although you can’t see his face you can sense that he’s blushing profusely, blinking hard again.

‘No! No, I’ve never-’

‘Good. But, how about… you do it again? Just for me?’

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Lars throws his coat and hat on so haphazardly to get out of work at the earliest possible moment, his hair is sticking out at every angle.

He rushes home, wheels spinning against the gravel before his car screeches to a halt outside the garage. He grabs his briefcase and the little plastic bag he carries his good shoes to work in, and darts out of the car to his front door.

Gus and Karin don’t know about you yet. Or rather, they know about you, but not about the way you’d touched and kissed Lars. Or the way you occupied his thoughts every second since. When they’d mentioned you to Lars over breakfast this morning, he made his excuses and ran, worried he’d give himself away with blushing cheeks or breathlessness.

He may as well have not gone into work today. He might have been physically present, but his mind was very firmly elsewhere. All he could think about was the way your lips felt when they had slid so sensually against his. Not burning or uncomfortable in the least. It’s almost jarring, how good it made him feel. He’d only ever been that comfortable with Bianca before, and the thought sets his teeth on edge and his heart racing.

His stomach churns every time he replays the kiss you’d shared. And the second kiss. And the third. Except it’s not churning exactly. It’s more like fluttering, low and unsettled in his belly. Is that what people mean when they say they have butterflies? He’s never felt that before.

Right now he needs to focus on getting inside before he’s stopped by Karin. His chest heaves when he finally unlocks his door and slams it shut behind him. Luckily Karin doesn’t see him, or has decided against chasing him for dinner tonight. She’d been better at that since Bianca, leaving Lars to mind his own business much more often than she used to. Lars thanks his lucky stars that tonight is one of those nights.

He’s trembling, he realises, as he hangs up his coat and sets his bags down. His stomach is in knots with these mysterious butterflies again, and his heart is thudding in his ears.

He braces himself against the wall by his coat pegs, resting his forehead to the back of his hand as he tries to force his breathing slow, and to focus on organising his thoughts.

All he has to do is choose a sweater, brush his teeth and comb his hair. Simple, easy steps. One thing at a time. Sweater. Let’s start there.

Within twenty minutes, there are six discarded sweaters scattered on his bed and Lars is staring himself out in the bathroom mirror, hair perfectly combed back, breath minty and teeth shiny. He runs his tongue over them, wishing he was running it over your teeth instead.

****

You settle down for dinner with a successfully built fire crackling and hissing in the hearth. You were a bit distracted as you spent far too long adjusting the kindling and remembering the order of the steps to take, piecing together the scraps of information you’d somehow retained from your lesson with Lars. But you did it, and now your house is the glowing, cosy home you’d hoped it would be.

Before you can take a bite of your delicious looking dinner, courtesy of Karin and Gus, an urgent banging at the door makes your heart jump in your chest.

Please be Lars, please be Lars, please be Lars, you hope, quickly checking your appearance in the mirror as you head for the front door, trying your very best to appear casual, and as though you haven’t been thinking about him nonstop since you left his place yesterday.

‘Lars!’ you exclaim, far more excited than you intend it to come out, and your cheeks prickle with heat.

Lars is leaning with one hand up against the door frame, mock confidence oozing from him, and he looks so handsome it makes your head spin. He’s wearing a gorgeous sweater which you gather he must save for special occasions. His hair is combed back perfectly, and a warm smile graces his lips.

Your eyes lock with his when you’re done checking him out so obviously his cheeks are crimson now too, and you simply can’t say another word. The gaze between you is so intense, so filled with intention, the cold air turns thick and you can barely breathe.

Lars lunges forward and presses himself to you. Your lips crash, then his chest is flush with yours and you realise his arms are snaking around your waist, but it’s all so fast and so frenzied you can’t quite keep up. You just need each other and in that moment, knowing he’s close is enough.

With a shaky sigh, he rolls his hips into you. He’s rock hard. You gasp, and he whines into your mouth as the frictions tingles through his core.

He’s fighting to control himself but it’s so difficult when you want this as much as he does and he knows he can chase the thrill with you.

He didn’t even mean to get hard, but after thinking about you for twenty four solid hours and trying not to think about how you’d feel touching him there, it truly was a task not to succumb to the natural pull of arousal before now. He’d done well to last this long.

Only, what if you’d changed your mind since yesterday? He should have asked. He shouldn’t have assumed from your dilated pupils and the way you bit your lip as your eyes grazed over his lips.

He pulls away, mortified. His body had betrayed him, he lost control, he-

But you push forward, reaching between your flush bodies to stroke the hard bulge tenting in his smartest pants. The fabric is soft against the flesh of your palm and you sigh into his mouth, rubbing needily over his length.

You’re ok with it, he thinks somewhere from within the haze of incredible pleasure and fading embarrassment, a prickly combination that falls away as he kisses you back and it all just becomes you and him. I can be ok with it, too.

You pause for breath and Lars hisses from between gritted teeth, feeling the overwhelming urge to moan and to chase the coiling sensation tightening in his gut.

He needs more, but it’s already too much. He’s not sure how these things work exactly. He doesn’t know if you would consider him a… what are they called? A one night stand. Or if you’d expect something in return, or for him to make a move before he-

‘Ohhhmmnn…’ he groans. It’s low and primal for such a small sound and it makes your core ache.

His head falls to the crook of your neck while his fingers grip at your arms with a strength that makes your breathing catch in your throat, and just as you’re considering unfastening those smart, grey pants to get your hand inside and really feel him, Lars’s whole body shudders and you wrap your free arm around his lower back to steady him as he turns weak and flops against you, hips bucking as he spills, hot and thick, inside his pants.

A string of ragged, breathless moans and weak little whimpers slowly tear from his throat as he tries to regain composure.

Weak, he keeps his face buried against you for now, his eyes shut tight as you slide a hand up to stroke through his hair, bringing him back to you.

He needed that release, and with it came a sense of clarity that he only wants more of you. He wants to see you, feel you, kiss you every single day. Is that unreasonable?

The real reason he’d knocked on your door swells within his stomach, butterflies returning swiftly to replace the heated coil that had wound up and finally sprung free at your touch.

Desire – in particular, sexual desire – is not the original reason Lars came over tonight. He never dreamed he would make such a mess in his trousers or that you’d kiss like that again, even though he’s kinds of glad both of those things did happen. Glad but… embarrassed.

His underwear is sticky against his skin, and he knows his release is soaking through the front of his pants. Along with the uncomfortable sensations he wants to soothe away with a refreshing shower and a clean pair of underwear, shame consumes him as he struggles to peel himself off you.

But you come to the rescue as you so often seem to do, guiding him over to your sofa and flopping down onto it with him. Your hand finds his, lacing your fingers together as you settle comfortably.

It feels like home. Lars feels like home, and once again you get that feeling in your gut that tells you never to leave his side.

‘Lars…’ you start, voice barely a whisper, and he turns to you, finally meeting your eyes, and you notice how wet his are. Had he cried when he came?

‘Was there… a reason you came over tonight? You know, other than-’

Lars clears his throat before you can say any more. There’s still a pang of shame, and he knows what he did, he doesn’t need to hear it too. ‘Yes, I… I wanted to ask you something.’

As you prepare to hear it, he presses his lips together into a tight smile.

‘What is it?’ you ask gently. ‘Whatever it is, I’m ready.’

‘I wanted to ask you… well, I thought- maybe- I could be your boyfriend? I-if you’d like…’

Your answer comes as another bruising kiss, head spinning at the question until you pull back, panting, and rest your forehead against his. He nuzzles against it, never having found such comfort in anything but his blanket before now.

Lars smiles, ‘I think you mean yes.’

‘Yes,’ you confirm, your own lips curling upwards. ‘Take me bowling?’

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Summary: Jaehyun finds a cute little café with a cuter owner on the first day of his vacation. Pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: face fucking, degradation, name calling, slight dacryphilia Word Count: 1,875 Note: Thank you to @baljinciaga for beta/proofreading this!!

WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 2: Bikinis and Bathhouses

“Yo, this place is fuckin’ nice!” Mingyu bellows the moment they enter the bungalow.

“You’re the one who booked it. I’d hope you’d think it’s nice.” Youngkyun pokes.

He slips past the older and heads straight to the room he had been assigned to share with San. Changmin follows behind, wheeling his suitcase with him. Passing by the oversized sectional and the stairway, he finds his place in the master suite. Though Kino does complain about the red hair man getting the suite, it is only fair. He put the largest portion of money into the rental and should have the biggest space.

“Enjoy that couch, Mingyu. You’ll be sleeping there for the next week.” Jaehyun teases, “Maybe if you had put more into your idea, you wouldn’t be sleeping there.”

Mingyu grumbles but tosses his bag into the corner and flops onto the L-shaped sectional. Jaehyun climbs the flight of stairs and finds his roommate, Kino, already lounging on his chosen bed. Jaehyun takes one look at the garishly ugly cyan bedding and sighs. At least the view was nice, he could easily watch the beach outside his window, and by proxy, people watch as well. He has no idea how Mingyu managed to get a bungalow directly on the beach for the price he did, but he won’t complain.

“When are you thinking about going down there?” Hyunguu asks.

“Not today. I was gonna get changed and wander around the village. Did you wanna tag along?” the brunette replies.

“Nah, I’m gonna get settled for a little. That plane ride took me out.”

Jaehyun nods and grabs a random t-shirt and a pair of shorts from his bag to get changed. He ends up in a rather bland ensemble; a black t-shirt and black shorts. He puts on one of his silver chains to give some diversity to what he’s wearing. He overhears Youngkyun and San chatting about something when he exits his room. He can’t be bothered to eavesdrop, though. Once down the stairs, he sees Mingyu and Changmin lounging on their phones on the sectional. He asks them if they want to join him, but they’re still recovering from the flight, just like his other friends.

The village is cute enough; nothing jumps out at him, but nothing seems too boring. It’s a small village. He didn’t expect it to be a party town or anything like that. He sees a small cafe on one of the side streets and decides to go check it out. It’s a small little building. It seems to have been repurposed due to how the structure looks like the original architecture of the village. Other places look newer and more modern. He likes how this place looks, though; it has character in a good way.

The bell at the top of the door chimes quietly when he enters. He sees a girl behind the counter. She’s clearly bored out of her mind leaning over the counter. There’s no one person in the small building besides the two. She’s scrolling through her phone and hasn’t even said a word to Jaehyun; she hasn’t even looked up from her phone yet, for that matter.

“Excuse me,” he cuts through the silence, “are you open?”

You look up at him and immediately start sizing him up. You’ve never seen him before. Not many people know about your little village when the city is less than an hour away. He’s pretty. He’s really pretty. The way his hair is just wavy enough to give texture but not wavy enough to be frizzy (also thanks to the lower humidity today). The chocolate locks are mixed with bits of highlights. They aren’t overdone or too contrasting from the brown, but there enough to show.

“Yeah,” you nod, “it’s just not busy. It’s never really busy.”

“Well, you got time to tell me about this place?” he asks.

“There’s not much to know, honestly. How about I get you a drink, and then I’ll tell you.”

“Buying me a drink already? I don’t even know your name.”

“I never said it was on the house.” you tease back, and tell him your name in an offhanded comment, “Do you want a tea, coffee, fruity drink?”

“I’m Jaehyun. You can just surprise me with the drink.” he shrugs.

You start making a coffee for him. He seems like a black coffee kind of guy, but in this heat, an Iced Americano is the best bet. He just watches you for a while. His eye practically burn holes through you. When you hand him his drink, he smirks at you.

“I guess you know how to read people well.” he pats the bar stool beside him, “Come sit and tell me about this place. Though I’m much more interested in you.”

“I am working, you know.” you tease again, still coming around the counter to sit beside him.

“Didn’t you just tell me that it’s never really busy here?” he raises his eyebrow at you.

You sigh and start telling him about the village. Being born and raised here, you were raised to know everything about this place. You tell him what your grandparents told you about growing up. A whole lot of folklore and culture that not many people know about. He’s not paying attention much; you know that. His eyes have been scanning all over you since you sat down. Even when he sips on his coffee, he’s still fixated on you. Honestly, you would be doing the same if you didn’t get randomly lost in a rant about one of the folklore stories that doesn’t make sense to you to this day.

“So, did you remember any of that?” you ask, knowing he didn’t remember a thing.

“Honestly, much rather learn about you.”

“What about me?” you ask.

You lean forward, putting your elbows against the counter, and rest your head against your interlocked hands. You know exactly where this is leading, and you won’t stop it. You haven’t had the chance to hook up with anyone nearly as attractive as the man in front of you. It’s not often you see any new faces around here. Even when you go to the city, you don’t often get to have a hookup.

“You own this place?” “Yeah, it’s a family-owned business, but my parents retired.” you explain, “Are we going to continue with these mundane conversations, or are we going to skip right to the fun part?”

“Damn, right to the point.”

“You aren’t subtle, Jaehyun.” you chuckle.

His phone buzzes, and he checks it almost immediately. You can see him replying to a text. He writes back a reply as quickly as humanly possible before looking back at you. A smirk paints itself across his lips.

“Well,” he starts, “if you’re down, my housemates are all at the beach right now. We’ll be completely undisturbed.”

“How can you be sure they won’t come busting in while we’re at it?”

“They won’t.” he says definitively.

“So reassuring.” you tease, “I guess it couldn’t hurt to close early today. Give me ten minutes.”

He nods, and you go about your business shutting down everything you need to. Understandably, your mind was in other places, so you’re running on autopilot as you clean. His eyes follow you around the small cafe. The heat of his stare only serves to make you feel more ready to leave. You toss your apron on the hook next to the door to the storage room and then grab your bag. Jaehyun’s waiting by the door when you finally return to his side. He’s just as excited as you are despite him trying to seem calm and collected on the surface.

“Shall we be off?” he asks, pushing the door open for you.

“We shall.” you smirk.

“Oh fuck,” he groans.

You drop to your knees when he gets you into the room he’s staying in. You don’t waste a moment pulling his shorts down and getting his cock in your mouth. Jaehyun has a handful of your hair. He’s not holding it tight enough to pull it but just enough to let you know he’s in charge here. You look up at him with doe eyes as you place gentle kisses along his length. Once in a while, you lick gently; he shutters slightly when you do so and tightens his grip on your hair momentarily.

“You look like a slut on your knees for me. How about you get to work and suck me off properly.”

You whimper at his degrading words and loll your tongue out of your mouth. He smirks down at you; you take that as permission to begin. When your lips wrap his tip, you tease him still. You circle your tongue around him and hum slightly as you do so. While he is enjoying it, you aren’t listening to what he told you to do.

“Since you can’t seem to listen to simple instructions, I’ll take over. You’re already so cock drunk you can’t even suck my cock properly. So, sit there and be a pretty little whore for me.”

You think you could cum untouched from how he talks to you. Before you can protest, promise that you’ll do it properly, he fucks into your mouth. He sets a brutal, fast pace. Your eyes start tearing up as he continues to use your mouth. Your hands come up to his thighs to brace yourself. His thighs are firm too. Maybe he’ll let you ride them later.

“Are you gonna cry? You already look like a pretty little cockslut with how you’re letting me use your mouth. Crying’s only gonna make you look even more like one.”

You try to shake your head in disagreement, but how he uses you doesn’t allow for many replies. He pauses for a moment and then thrusts again with an even rougher pace. You moan around him and maintain eye contact for a few moments. When you close your eyes, he gives a particularly hard thrust. Making your eye open again, and a mewl escapes your vocal cords.

“If you want me to cum in your mouth like the cumdump you are, you will keep your eyes on me. Understood?”

You attempt to nod and watch how his face contorts in pleasure as he continues to fuck your mouth. You feel so used in the best way possible. You’re sure you’ve soaked through your shorts at this point, but you can’t be bothered to let him know that at this moment. His pace somehow grows rougher, and you can tell he’s getting close. His grip on your hair tightens, and he fully buries himself in your throat. With a loud groan, he cums down your throat. It takes him a few moments to recuperate, but once he does, he gently pulls back and looks at you with dark eyes.

“Should we get you taken care of too? You’ve been rubbing your legs together, trying to get anything you can out of it for the better part of the time. Sluts like you just can’t take care of yourselves, can you?”

“Fuck me?” you ask with pleading eyes.

“Gladly.”

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tyunni · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhow you met enhypen - maknae line edition

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenhypen masterlist | library | hyung line ver.

a/n: MAY IS BACK IN TOWN BABY 🙌🙌 WHAT'S UP Y'ALL I'M FINALLY FINALLYYYYY BACK UGH anyways i've made u wait so long for this didn't i 💀💀 finally the maknae line version IM SORRY LMAO and if u can tell i wrote the jungwon one separately for a diff post but it blended in so...

genre: high school au, fluff, v v v v slight angst; wc: 2.8k+ warnings: cursing (esp in jungwon's part, be careful!), mentions of vomiting but nobody actually vomits, getting chased by a dog, if u find anything else please lmk!!

김 SUNOO

February 14th, also known as valentine's day. the day of letters, confessions, flowers, heart-shaped chocolate, and candy; the day of love!

you and your friends had decided it was a good idea to confess to your crushes! so the day before valentines day you were running around the stores buying chocolate and writing love letters that you would later slip into their lockers and hope that they didn't reject you.

you fancied this boy in your math class, 100% sure that he also felt the same way about you. you guys flirted back and forth and you could feel a real connection between you two, so you decided it was the perfect opportunity to confess your feelings to him and ask him out on a date. but everything... didn't go as planned.

as you walk through the school entrance, you notice a crowd surrounding one of the students' lockers. you can't help but peek, curious as to what all the ruckus is about. and as you get closer and closer to the locker you catch a glimpse of it. it is adorned with flowers and glittery stickers, the decorations are stunning! a pink sticky note - which you assumed was a confession letter - stuck right in the middle of the metal door.

wow... honestly the owner of that locker was extremely lucky! oh, and there she was. pushing through the crowd, her jaw dropping in shock at the sight in front of her. you could see her eyes brim up with happy tears as she peeled the note off and read it, orbs glancing around the hallways hoping to catch her secret admirer.

you assumed she already had a boyfriend or a guy in mind, and to your dismay you were correct.

there he was, your crush, walking up to the happy girl and wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her in to plant a kiss on her lips.

you were the first to leave the crowd that was now slowly dying down, hand clutching harder onto the box of chocolates you had bought for the boy you admired - who completely led you on, by the way.

you had decided it would be better to sit your first period out, to mend your broken heart… by eating the heart shaped goodies you were supposed to give to him.

you leave the school building and find a place where no teacher would spot you, sitting down on the cold concrete as you munched on the delicious chocolate.

you grab your phone and text your friends that the plan didn't work, disappointed and frustrated over the fact that he flirted with you while he had someone else. were you going to be anyone's first choice?

you feel your eyes brim up with tears, so before you wet your phone with them you put it away, sighing.

a few minutes later you hear someone's footsteps. too lost in the thoughts to even care if you got caught by a teacher, or even worse, the principal, you simply brace yourself for the scolding you're going to have to endure.

yet instead, a soft, quiet voice snaps you back reality.

"hey, are you okay?"

you feel a tap on your shoulder. quickly wiping away more tears that were threatening to spill out, you turn your head to the side, your wide glassy eyes meeting his sharp ones.

isn't that the boy your friend, sunghoon, hangs out with… why was he here? wasn't he supposed to be in class? or maybe his confession didn't go as planned either. but who would say no to kim sunoo? and why exactly is sunghoon hiding inside a bush?

"i'm okay…"

the boy doesn't look convinced at all. he rummages through his pocket and hands you a tissue, offering you his bright smile. you can't help but smile back, thanking him for being so kind. as well as scolding him for skipping first period.

"well i saw you crying all alone, how could i not come up to you and help you out?"

"just say sunghoon convinced you to skip, sunoo, no need to come up with dumb excuses! i can see him, by the way."

you hear the rustling of the bush sunghoon is currently "hiding" in and you can see the top of his head disappear under the leaves.

sunoo snorts, throwing his hands up in defeat. "you caught me! we are skipping."

after a few minutes of silence, well… more like a few minutes of you blowing your nose, sunoo speaks up.

"so… what happened? did you get rejected?"

he takes a seat beside you, staring at you intently as you put aside the now used tissue, waiting for an answer.

"well sort of. what about you? did you get rejected as well?"

your eyes meet his once again, but this time his are the ones widened. he chuckles nervously before pulling out a bouquet of flowers and a confession letter, stretching his arm out for you to take the items.

"i'm about to find out…"

양 JUNGWON

it's a cold rainy day, students already in their respective seats listening to their teachers go on and on about something they're too tired to pay attention to. adults hunched over their desks in their offices, typing away and then mindlessly stopping to reach for their mug as if on autopilot - never once tearing their eyes away from the screen adorned with countless of numbers and words - and sipping their coffee. their fingers that were previously wrapped around the mugs handle now moving back to their keyboards and softly pressing down on each letter.

it was so peaceful, so calming...

and yet here you were, sprinting for your life, your clothes drenched by the rain and throat aching from all the screeches and yells you had been letting out ever since that damn dog decided it was a good idea to chase you away from the bus station you were waiting for your only way of transportation at.

god why did it have to be you of all people?! you were already running late for class, but now you were quite literally running. your aggressive stomping disrupting the silence that had once taken over the streets.

unfortunately for you, there was no one around to hear your embarrassingly loud cries for help. your legs were already getting tired, ready to give up on you, probably resulting in you busting your kneecaps and getting bit.

i mean yes, it was a small dog, but wow was it mad! its abrupt barking rang through your ears as you pushed further and overstimulated your already sore muscles.

and just as you took a turn from the alleyway, there he was, your only hope.

a boy, probably somewhere around your age, a backpack slung over his shoulder as he calmly and peacefully walked his way to school. probably because he wasn't getting chased by an angry animal. hmph, lucky!

you swallow your pride and muster up all the courage - and all the air that's left in your lungs - to yell out to him:

"EXCUSE ME, SIR!!! SIR?! HEY, YOU!!! FUCK-" is he deaf or something?!

you take a deep breath in and try your best to catch up to him, the cold air hitting you square in the face, making your eyes fill with tears and your nose turn redder than the roses in mrs.park's garden that you had previously stomped all over while trying to not get teeth marks - of that small imp its owner likes to call their dog - on your thigh. but you have to suck it up, he's the only person around and you can't risk getting your asscheek bit. that beast has been on your tail for 10 minutes now, one more bark and you swear you're going to lose your sanity. yet he still can't seem to hear anything, making your already mad self now furious.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!! WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME YOU BITC-"

and just as you were about to finish cursing the poor, oblivious boy out, he turns around to face you - plugging out his earbuds that were playing an unfamiliar melody - with a little 'eh?'

it's like a question mark is visibly floating atop of his head, his nose scrunched up in confusion, eyes like ones that would remind you of a curious cat now turning even bigger and rounder at the sight of some random ass high schooler, who looks like they'd gone through hell and back, getting chased by a dog.

his dog.

"MAEUMI?! STOP RIGHT THERE!!!"

you watch him run right past you with an angry scoff. that's all you can remember. other than hearing him scold, who you assumed was his, puppy for scaring you. everything else was a blur, your heart beating out of your heaving chest as you try to calm yourself down (and not vomit all over your shoes), hands on your shaking knees as you pant and cough.

great. now there's really no way you're going to make it to your first period.

"oh my god, i am so sorry!! i thought i locked the dog door before leaving and-"

his eyebrows furrow at the sight of you slowly laying down on the cemented ground, not even caring about the fact that it was probably extremely dirty.

"...are you okay?"

"do i LOOK OKAY TO YOU?? YOUR DOG JUST CHASED ME DOWN LIKE 10000 BLOCKS AND I'M TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM BLACKING OUT AND YOU GOT THE NERVE TO ASK ME THAT?! I'M OBVIOUSLY NOT OKAY YOU DUMBASS."

it's like he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of an exhausted you, your seemingly soulless body sprawled out on the ground, eyes screwed shut and mouth spilling out foul curse words.

he couldn't help but snort, finding you adorable, yet a tad bit scary.

"what are you laughing at?? like owner like dog i guess, you're both assholes."

you scoff, finally opening your eyes after a good minute of trying to regain your breath, only to have it taken away by the sight that you see in front of you the second your heavy eyelids lift up.

the boy you were previously cussing out is kneeling right in front of you, his face inches away from yours and a smile plastered on his face, his dimples adorning each side of his cheeks, making him look even more innocent and hard to stay mad at.

you shriek in surprise at the sudden close proximity and shove him away, huffing and puffing, mumbling something about "personal space".

"hey, um... i'm sorry about what happened earlier, i swear maeumi is a nice dog!"

he chuckles awkwardly, and you can't help but smile. maybe because he's extremely adorable, maybe because what he said was unbelievable 'cause his so-called "nice" dog had been chasing you for 10 minutes straight, or maybe because of how ridiculous this whole situation is in the first place? but the atmosphere is definitely lighter, and you're glad whoever saved you from that puppy wasn't a creepy old man.

"it's okay, i guess. i'm not quite sure that..." you point to his dog, circling your finger around its form as you do so, "... little devil is nice, but i'll take your word for it."

the cute boy takes notice of your jacket, HYBE high school.

"guess my 'little devil' caused you to be late for class. my apologies!" he bowed, scratching the nape of his neck out of embarrassment as he did so.

"dude, it's fine! i was running late anyway, i'll just skip the first period."

"well, judging by your jacket i think it's safe to assume that you go to HYBE. you're lucky i go there too! i know a great ice cream shop, i can treat you to something if you'd like? then we can walk to school together."

"sweet! walking with you sounds better than getting chased by maeumi." you chuckle, shuddering at the thought of having to run as fast as you did a few minutes prior ever again.

"oh, right. speaking of maeumi, i need to take him home and lock the dog door properly this time. would you mind joining me? we still have 40 minutes before the second period starts and i live nearby."

"sure, let's go! what's your name by the way?"

"yang jungwon," he says, picking up his pace as he whistles for maeumi to follow along. "you?"

"y/n l/n." you answer, jogging up to him, ignoring the cries of your sore muscles.

にしむら RIKI

you had caught him stealing glances at you from time to time, eyes wandering your way and then darting right back to his notebook that he shields away from everyone else in the classroom, including his closest friends.

you are convinced he's making fun of you, i mean there's no other explanation to it!! he hates you, for sure!

whenever his upperclassmen friends visit him during lunch, their eyes always land on you as they enter the classroom and you can see the smile that's tugging onto their lips when they look away, snickering a bit.

are these guys really that bored?! i mean, what's so amusing, why do they always pick on you? and you didn't even do anything to that nishimura kid either!!

you can't help but shoot them a glare whenever they aren't looking your way because 1. they're SO loud, 2. you can feel their eyes boring into your soul as they giggle and chuckle, you have to pretend to not notice their gaze that's set on you and you only for whatever reason.

now, usually, you don't even bother paying any mind to their disruptive noises and constant teasing of their younger friend, but this one day in particular you decided to be a bit nosey.

seeing that they snatched nishimura riki's most precious possession, his notebook, out of his hands you couldn't help but be curious as to what he was hiding in the first place.

and looking around the classroom, you're glad to find that it's not only you whose eyes are set on the mystery that is niki's journal.

although it was shut as fast as it was opened, you could have sworn you saw a doodle resembling none other than you. or maybe you're just imagining things, why would he draw you if he dislikes you enough to poke fun at you with his buddies? maybe he gave you an ugly mustache, or drew a booger.

you opt to go back to eating your delicious lunch, seeming that your peers had done the same with a glint of disappointment in their eyes at not being able to find out his secrets.

yet you, and everyone else except the upperclassmen that were cooing at him had failed to notice the blush that had crept onto the boy's cheeks, his shakey pupils wandering your way yet again as if to make sure that you didn't see what he was trying so hard to hide for quite some time now.

he sighs in relief as his eyes land on an uninterested you who's back to eating bread and scrolling through their phone, and he goes back to yelling at his friends for almost exposing him in front of everyone! the noise making you want to rip your ears off because they're just so irritating.

after a few days of the boys' increased teasing and glances your way, one day you had decided that you'd had enough. and the thing that had pushed you off the edge was two of the "let's all collectively agree to bully y/n" friend group members, one being the infamous riki and the other you assumed was jay park, supposedly "talking shit about you" in another language.

you decided to step your foot down! being an asshole is one thing, but being an asshole while talking down on others in another language is a low blow!

your name leaving the older male's lips for the 50th time that day followed by a string of words in japanese had ticked you off. were they even trying to be discreet?!

you scoff, your chair screeching against the hardwood floor, resulting in everyone's eyes being set on you as you stand up and stomp over to riki. your palm hitting his desk, surely you would have winced in pain if it weren't for your pride,

eyes narrowed down at the boy who had been mentioning your name to his buddies for as long as you can remember, you move your face closer to his, causing him to move his back. he swallows dry, the proximity being so close that he can't help but blush, butterflies roaming his stomach at your sudden bravery, heart fluttering because just one face twitch and his lips would be on yours.

"listen, nishimura, do we have a problem? if you have anything to say then speak to me directly, got it?! no need to talk shit in japanese, i'm all ears."

"... i said i have a crush on you."

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kenziedrawz · 8 months

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Thought up an au for the emu forth fous cards, not exactly sure what to call the set, but I'm leaning towards calling it the 'RPG town set'.

So, we begin from the viewpoint that this au is a video game. From the beginning, you think you'll follow Tsukasa's journey with the white knights.. which is absolutely false.

What ACTUALLY happens, is that Tsukasa gets 'released'(Forced to retire VERY early) due to an injury(not sure what the injury will be, it'll either be comedic or a bit serious, but not too serious) He gets taken to a... pretty much run-down village with barely any villagers and inherits the restaurant house of a deceased distant uncle. So yeah, it sucks.

The way the au works is kinda like some kind of management simulator. Basically, you run a restaurant and work on building the town after you promise the orphanage caretaker(Luka) to do so. There is a story, but the au mostly focuses on building the town for a while.

Along the way, you meet some curious folk, let's get into them, shall we?

Luka - The caretaker of the local orphanage. You(Tsukasa) meet her after deciding to wander the town. She tells you that the town used to be pretty lively, but everyone left after an event called 'the tragedy'. You promise Luka that you'll make this town the best town that the kingdom, no, that the world has ever seen!

Meiko - A traveling merchant, the town mayor's former wife. She is an adventurous spirit and can't stand the idea of staying in one place for too long. She sells things not often found in the markets, and she frequently comes to the town, coming every Sunday. It's unknown how she gets around so quickly, one day she could be in one kingdom, and the next she's in a completely different one!

Kaito - The town mayor, divorced, becomes Tsukasa's father figure. used to be in a secret operation of knights before he met Meiko and settled down. Due to a difference in desire, Kaito and Meiko divorced a year after they were married. As Kaito wanted to stay put while Meiko wanted to travel.

Nene Kusanagi - A witch and a regular at your restaurant(eventually). She's part water nymph and normally hangs around in the forest to practice her singing. You stumble upon her one day while foraging and end up asking(begging) her to come to the restaurant. She eventually gets dragged along by her Adventurer friend and ends up enjoying the food, she always comes on Wednesdays.

Emu Otori - Nene's adventurer friend. She adventures from kingdom to kingdom and is apart of the Otori trading guild. You can trade with her for rare items that she finds on her adventures, she mostly accepts food though.

Rui Kamishiro - An Archeologist and Alchemist. You meet him in the forest and take him home after he collapses in front of you. Rui is an odd fellow, he lives in the forest(? maybe he does, Tsukasa isn't sure) and is a bit of a weirdo. He seems to have an obsessive curiosity with gemstones, so much so that he'll go to any length to acquire them. Sometimes he gives these gems to you as 'gifts' or rent, as you let him stay with you while he recovers. You insist that he doesn't need to pay you back, but he insists for some odd reason.

Miku - A religious figure in the town square, she is a statue atop the central water fountain. On your first day in the town when you passed by the fountain you received a small, star-shaped and clear gemstone. Did Miku give it too you?

That's all I have for now, as I am getting eepy and need rest. I'll try to fit in a few characters outside of wxs the WD trio. Until next time :thumbsup:

#pjsk #project sekai #pjsk au #pjsekai #colorful stage #proseka #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #ruikasa #tagging ruikasa because yes this is a ruikasa au #emu ootori #nene kusanagi #megurine luka #meiko vocaloid #kaito vocaloid #hatsune miku #hehe sillies #anyways PLEASE ask me about this au i am BEGGING YOU-

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therealestvexkisser · 7 months

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Kiki reference!!

this is a pretty old ref, so the shading may not be as good as some of the other art I’ll post on here!!

Name: Xun Ki ling

Nickname: Kiki

Pronouns: She/He/Her/Him

Role: Main character for my oc x canon comic!!

Personality: Kiki is an individual who enjoys playing mischievous tricks and pranks on others. She is highly opinionated and does not mince her words, speaking loudly and often without concern for how others perceive her. Kiki is also extremely silly, often engaging in silly or nonsensical behavior that others may find off-putting. However, despite this outward demeanor, Kiki actually feels nothing at all, feeling like an empty shell of a person on the inside. The only moments when she feels anything are during violent encounters, where she experiences a powerful bloodlust and an insatiable desire for violence. Kiki is a dangerous being who will kill anyone or anything that crosses her path, and should be avoided at all costs. However, despite her dangerous and hollow nature, if she does take a liking to you, she’ll want affection, hee extremely touch starved, and if you can get close enough, they might even let you kiss their cheek? Who knows at this point. Kiki is a weirdo.

Reminder: Being a psychopath is a serious psychological condition that can cause significant harm to oneself and others. It is characterized by a lack of empathy, remorse and emotional attachment, as well as impulsive and anti-social behavior. If you have concerns about being a psychopath or know someone you think shows signs, it may be helpful to encourage them to seek professional help from a therapist or counselor.

RANDOM KIKI FACTS

1 - Kiki’s story was going to be a macaque x oc when I had made her idea then due to building up her character and learning more about the type of loris she is, I decided to make her only 2000+ and childish, to see the monkeys more as parental figures. (Mostly Wukong, macaque is like a sort of love hate brotherly relationship.)

2 - Kiki’s personality changes for every person she meets based on their species, personality, and appearance. She can easily tell who someone is simply by looking at them, and if their an enemy or not. Take xing as an example, xys eyes are more of a titled scrunked shape which give off a mischievous/ sly vibe, especially when smiling. Kiki could easily tell just by looking into xings eyes that xe has a.. questionable personality, as well that xing has definitely murdered people before.

3 - Kiki has claws to use as a combat tool when she doesn’t have a weapon, in which she has three. One, she owns a xun lie chong (I think that’s how you spell it) which she found while showering abandoned and very old towns, two, she owns a bamboo that’s pretty strong, but can easily snap if hit the wrong way. And finally three, a butcher knife she stole from a man in which she ||killed|| . If she doesn’t have any of these, for example, her nails were recently cut on something, she left one in a tree or the bamboo broke, she’ll simply use her tongue, as the type of loris she is has a poisonous residue on their tongue.

4 - Kiki really wants to find Wukong due to some history they had when she was younger. However she is unable too because Wukong is way too fast to find without cameras, (like the way ru and the group does does in erhs). I will not be stating what the reasoning for her (platonic) relationship with Wukong is due to lore reasons, and I don’t want to spoil that.

5 - Kiki is biologically female, but uses Genderfluid pronouns!

6 - Kiki’s official birthday is the 7th of September, but due to spoiler related reasons, she can’t remember that and simply just doesn’t celebrate his birthday. Wukong makes her celebrate it on the day they met.

If any other information is needed, you may ask!! Or you can dm me on discord :3

Will be posting other / new kiki content soon!

#lego monkie kid #oc x canon #oc #oc art #silly

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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finnick hcs? possibly w a vigilante esq reader? thank u sm i love the way you write him

this idea has been interesting to me for a few weeks now but i think i've finally got some ideas

he knows of your existence. he's heard about you in passing, whispers thrown around parties from people who maybe or maybe-not have seen you while having a night out on the town. he stands a far enough distance from them, holding a drink he's barely even nursing, hiding a smirk as they trade conspiracies about you.

because finnick has done more than gotten a glimpse of you. it's not much, but he's talked to you enough times to consider you a faraway acquaintance. he often thinks about how smooth your voice is, how mesmerizing your eyes are –– the only feature you reveal of yourself, how lithe your body is as you jump from building to building.

and then someone mentions how you're a criminal, and wanted by the capitol, and he's suddenly scared and worried. like you're a friend, or even more than that.

it's not until a while later, deep into the winter, that finnick sees you away from the usual circumstances. you're in a place you definitely shouldn't be. he's in his usual spot, thankful to get away from the annoying posh accents of the capitol dwellers. his sea-green eyes are surveying the crowd, scanning over things he prefers not to cement into his memory, when he lands on you. you're ... different. not someone he's used to seeing in this crowd. and then he zones in on you, and he notices the body shape and those watchful eyes.

he approaches you then and there, and the two of you strike up a conversation that says you don't know each other in the words, but between the lines there's the hint that you've met before. at the end of each sentence, there's a lift that creates the idea that you're both flirting with the other, and you leave finnick with the caress of your hand on his chest, the sound of his name as a goodbye on your lips, and the fleeting smell of your perfume.

he hopes to see you at the party after that, and after that, and after that, but you don't show up. by the time winter comes to an end, and spring is starting, finnick's forced to believe that it was a one time occurrence. his disappointment is obvious, it's visual.

he's laying awake one night, trying to figure out what it is about you that is so captivating to him. eventually, he lands on your defiance. the way you're able to slowly bring the capitol down in an effective way that he could only dream about doing himself.

his admiration for you is why the next time he sees you, in another dress that perfectly hugs your figure, standing and closely watching who finnick assumes is your next victim from afar, finnick decides to intercept you –– and possibly your mission –– to shoot his shot.

#not much here sry #but i didnt want to let this sit any longer #finnick odair x you #finnick odair fluff #finnick #finnicksworld!#celeste writes thg

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rosebloodcat · 10 months

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Who Finds Wally and Starts to Unravel What’s Happened?

That’s an excellent question that needs to be addressed too. I’m honestly not sure how it would go. If it would all fall on one character, or if multiple would end up tackling the mystery from different angles without knowing. But I can think of at least 3 good starting points for it all.

Let me go over them

One option/perspective is Barnaby: being Wally’s Best Friend means he would have a very large Wally Shaped hole in his day. He may shrug it off for a day or two (maybe, before all the Script stuff started, Wally was the sort to need “Me” days or just quiet days where he wanted to be alone and Barnaby still remembered that fact), but a whole week? With no one in town seeing him? Now that was just weird.

Plus, when something happens to the main character, it’s up to the Best Friend to fix it and find out what happened.

(And the feeling of a Watcher, one that was very intense at his back would break the illusion for Barnaby. No matter how well collected he’d been before then.)

Something that was urging him to find his friend and quickly, yet also telling him to be funny and make jokes at the same time. (He’s the comic relief, he’s supposed to keep the tone light) How was he supposed to be funny when his best friend was missing? Missing people was a serious thing!

The contrast in tones that were being forced on him would be what finally made Barnaby self-aware and snap him to “reality” for their neighborhood.

It would be a… distressing discovery. Even for someone who was as relaxed as him.

Another potential perspective is Frank: People like him (me included) and he seems like someone who pays a lot of attention to small details and to routines. As such, he could notice that Wally didn’t seem to be following his routine all of a sudden and that Home seemed oddly distressed yet very reluctant to share why.

His urge to know facts, to know the truth, could probably push him to find out what was going on with the town’s resident artist.

He’d make lists, try to gather information from his fellow neighbors and build a theory/deduction from there.

(Since he’s friends with Julie, it’s possible she could get dragged in as well.)

But, slowly, as he searches and investigates, he starts to notice things. Strange things. Things that don’t quite seem right once he’s started putting them together and trying to find patterns to them.

People not reacting the way he feels they should to his questions. All of them oddly blase about Wally being potentially missing. (Except for Barnaby, who seems strangely… Jumpy? Stressed? He’s not acting like he usually does.)

And, thanks to his methodical approach, he figures it out.

Achievement Unlocked: Frank is now Self-Aware! XD

And the last one (which I think would be interesting/funny/potentially really sweet) is Howdy: The running gag is him having to defend his apples from Wally, so the idea that he notices something is off because he’s not having to do that is really funny. Like, “Where’s that little gremlin gone? He’s not bothering me, what is he doing??”

Or “Huh, Wally should have come by for his weekly grocery run by now. I wonder why he hasn’t yet…”

He’s also the one who seems to have the closest thing to an “antagonistic” relationship with Wally (mostly over his Apple theft and inability to tell a joke), which makes him being one of the people to notice that Wally’s gone really fun to explore.

(I also just like the funky caterpillar man and think that him finding Invisible Wally first and trying to slowly help him back to visibility is really sweet.)

He may not even realize the invisible person he’s found is Wally. Just that he’s found someone that can’t be seen and can’t seem to speak wandering around (maybe he almost trips over him), and decides to invite them to stay with him for a bit. If only so he can make sure nothing happens to them.

If no one could see or hear them, how would they get help if they got hurt? It’s his duty as a responsible person to help!

And, hey, maybe Poppy has heard of something like this before? She knows a lot of stuff about people’s health, there might be something she can do about it! It couldn’t hurt to ask her.

He’d ask Frank, but he’s really focused on trying to figure out what’s happened to Wally. And he doesn’t want to distract him, because he’s worried about where their resident artist went too.

But helping this mystery person is a good distraction. They seem nice, if almost shy, once he figures out a way for them to talk to him. (Sure, it’s mostly yes or no questions, but they’re getting there!)

It’s nice to be more than just “The Shopkeeper” with someone. To let himself share things he liked and spend time with someone who wasn’t a customer...

(Actually, when was the last time he actually tried to get to know someone? Or let them get to know him?)

#invisible wally au #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #frank frankly #welcome home au #welcome home puppet show #wh au #howdy pillar

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estella-havisham-pip-pirrup · 9 months

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South Park AU (Beyond the Hotel)

Bare with us because the title for this AU is VERY bad. I literally had no idea what to name it.

anyways this au IS inspired by Doors (the roblox game.) and somewhat inspired by Hell Park

There are 5 or so main groups that are important.

The guiding lights (I need a better name for them cause Wendy is like the only person that guides them) - Gregory, Wendy, Rebecca.

Stan's Gang (Hunters) - Stan, Kenny, Carman, Kyle, Marjorine.

Craig's gang (Vloggers) - Craig, Clyde, Tolkien.

The Girls (Fighters) - Red, Heidi, Nichole.

The Foreign Kids (The Misfortionates) - Estella, Pip, Damien, Christophe.

Everyone here (minus the guiding lights) is ALIVE. (minus Pip he dies in the first chapter because of Damien.)

The monsters are - Bebe, Tweek, Pip (after Chapter 1), Jimmy, Pocket.

SHIPS - Gregstella, KyBecca, Creek, Stendy (maybe some others.)

NOTES - Stan and his friends are professional ghost hunters in a way.

Stan and Craig are cousins so whenever Stan has to travel for his jobs he brings Craig with him and Craig sometimes brings his friends, like now.

Stan and Craig grew up in South Park together. Stan moved away while Craig stayed for his friends and Tweek.

PLOT - A few random things have been happening in South Park. Crime has been on the rise, and people have been going missing left and right. It's all unexplainable. Some blame it on the Mayors poor choice in running the town, others blame it on religious reasons.

Craig didn't really care. It wasn't affecting him other than the mandatory curfew the mayor put in place.

Until it started happening to him. His boyfriend, Tweek Tweak, and his friend Jimmy Valmer went missing.

He calls in his cousin, a well-known "ghost hunter" of sorts. To come investing. See what's wrong.

Stan and his friends come back to South Park. They decide to check out some old hotel nearby the spot where Jimmy went missing. Everything about this hotel is old. Nothing works minus this elevator.

Against their better judgment, they go on the elevator and push up to the 2nd floor. Maybe Jimmy was just playing some big ass prank. He does that a lot.

They get to the 2nd floor but it doesn't top. It reaches the 10th floor before crashing down. They hold on tight to the walls as the elevator drops. They think they're about to die. Yet the elevator stops on a new floor.

Floor Zero.

They open the door and step into a new floor. This looks different than the old hotel they were just in. It looks old time but yet brand new. As if someone was keeping it in shape.

They stumble out of the elevator. Some are sick, some fall to the floor.

Craig falls to the floor as he fights the nausea building up. He hears footsteps approaching him. He looks up and sees around 4 people looking over him. They all shine flashlights at him, some use lighters while one holds a cross. They all speak over each other.

"Oh, Jesus! Are they hurt?"

"What if they're dangerous-"

They all speak over each other. One of the people bends down and looks at him. She glares at him, and she shines the flashlight in his eyes.

"He's safe. Go check the rest."

The others run off, presuming to do the same thing to the others.

"Tell Pip and Nichole to get the bandages... And get some buckets for their vomit."

She looks at him and his eyes. She doesn't give anything but a harsh glare at him.

"You must be really stupid to end up here, huh?"

"Welcome to the hotel."

(if anyone by chance sees this and wants more pls let me know i will GLADLY write more )

#south park #south park au #estella havisham #gregory of yardale #sp beyond the hotel #small fanfic #au #i might write this #stan marsh #craig tucker #stendy #creek #craig and stan are cousins #let me know if you want more of us #how do i even tag this

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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Ronancetober Day 1: Upside Down

not a very strong start for me but hey it's something! this is an excerpt from chapter 7 of my fic open up your heart (like the gates of hell) that i should hopefully finish soon. basically it's about Robin and Nancy using the Upside Down as their own personal San Junipero and having weekly dates there <3

The next time that Robin and Nancy met on the Upside Down, they decided to venture into new spaces. Which, admittedly, could have been a catastrophic idea. They rode their bike to the very center of this dark and gloomy version of Hawkins. At first, Nancy immediately regretted their decision. It was a little too strange to see the entire town all abandoned and consumed by those ugly vines. However, it was difficult to feel unsettled with the world around her when she was walking right beside Robin, who not only could brighten any space but also pointed out the most unexpected things, like dumb graffiti being included in this parallel Hawkins, and made fun of everything she could, like throwing rocks at houses of classmates she disliked, and sometimes simply whispered “cool” when the vines covering a building were in a slightly interesting shape.

Robin’s unending commentary ceased to be annoying for Nancy very shortly after getting to really know Robin. She wouldn’t have minded listening to her talk for hours, and even if she preferred not to think too hard about how nice Robin’s voice was, because it made her blush. But, as good as she was at talking like a broken record, Robin never failed at asking for Nancy’s opinion on things, and paying so much attention that Nancy begrudgingly found herself blushing at that too.

“So, quick question. And not just because I’m fearing for my life. Because, on one hand, I’m always fearing for my life, like, that was my natural state way before getting involved with apocalyptic shenanigans. And on the other hand, I feel like we’re way past fearing for our lives, I mean, weekly dates- hanging out! Weekly hanging out at the Upside Down, it’s…” Robin stopped, her rant, cleared her throat, and went on as if Nancy hadn’t noticed her little slip-up. “What I’m trying to ask is… Do you think this is a bad idea? Like, hanging out here? Like, for our health or something?”

Nancy considered the question for a moment, partially because she liked the feeling of Robin looking at her as she waited patiently for Nancy to make up her mind. “I don’t think so,” Nancy replied. “I think that, by now, it’s mostly safe. Everything here calmed down or eased up considerably after Vecna was… neutralized.”

“Neutralized. I like your fancy terms, Wheeler,” Robin replied, lightly shoving Nancy’s shoulder with her own as they continued to walk side by side. “What does it say about us that we think of this grotesque parallel world as safe enough or at least safer than the actual world.”

“I think it means we’re a good team,” Nancy replied, and she let her hand brush Robin’s as they walked.

#it's a small little thing 🥺but i have big plans for the other days!! and i'm very excited to see what everyone's doing 🥰#ronance #stranger things #ronancetober #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #st #stranger things fanfic #ronance fanfic #my fic

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faffodil · 2 years

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everyone in empires au season 2!

Here we go again! For people who haven't seen this before, I've basically sorted a whole bunch of mcyt/adjacents into all the empires in s2, and provided headcanons and reasoning as to why theyre in that empire :D

As always i am open to suggestions/ideas for reasons/changes - just send me an ask!

Similarly, if you want me to add someone who's not there, you can also send me an ask!

Currently includes: Hermitcraft (specifically Season 9), Dream SMP, Bear SMP, Origins SMP, a few of the afterlife guys who arent already in empires, Traffic SMP(s), and a few other misc. mcyts

This will be edited as new information about empires names comes out/i add more people ^^

Key:

Local = person who lives nearby/in what could be considered part of an empire

Citizen = someone who is legally registered as part of an empire

Visitor = somone who is staying there temporarily/does not live in the empire

Inhabitant = lives in an empire but is not yet registered as a citizen

First person in every section is the ruler, but will have their specific title rather than one shared title (updated as the ccs tell us)

Archaeologists arent categorised in the same way as they are nomadic

---Stuff in [square brackets] is referring to an as-of-yet unnamed empire ---

Evermoore:

Shelby - (ruler) - Witch

Boomer - local - frog man :]

Tina - local

George - local

Charlie Slimecicle - local - slimey boi. Literally just a sentient slime. No-one's really sure why he and jevin are sentient but shelby thinks it was probably because the last witch to be sent out here was doing illegal magic (she thinks they were bored to death by the surroundings)

Jevin - local - swamp lad, sentient, see above

Petezahhutt - inhabitant - curious about the sentient slime rumours, wanted to know if they were like him (slime hybrid) they weren't but he stuck around to help them find their feet (literally because they were having trouble keeping a humanoid shape for long periods of time)

Dream - inhabitant - heard about the magic qualities of evermoore and moved there. Shelby thinks hes very brave to be studying the fog, and dream often gets stranded far from home bc the mist is feeling unhelpful

Sanctuary:

Sausage - (ruler)

Ivory - inhabitant - bc shes running away from something

Sniff - citizen - builder

Martyn - inhabitant - sought sanctuary and then proceeded to move in and annoy cleo to no end

Cleo - citizen - has lived here her whole life but is seriously considering moving. Joe is the only thing stopping her. And the fact that snake hair isnt exactly normal y'know

Joe Hills - inhabitant - moved from Stratos but only cleo knows this. Everyone else thinks hes normal :)

Tumble Town:

Jimmy - Sheriff - do i need to say more?

Tango - citizen - owns a ranch outside town :]

Billzo - inhabitant - took refuge from one very angry joey (who thought he was part of skeletrons army) and met eryn. Decided to hang around and cause mischief

Eryn - citizen - family has a farmstead near Tumble Town. Troublemaker

Schlatt - citizen - works in the saloon

Quackity - inhabitant - works with Schlatt

Sapnap - citizen - Eryns brother. I don't quite know why my brain decided that but it has.

Etho - citizen - works on tangos ranch. Used to be an outlaw but tango offered him a job when they met in the sherriffs office. Likes the peace outside of the town.

Sneeg - inhabitant (because no-one knows hes there) - builds little tunnels throughout the terracotta hills

Goblands:

Fwhip - (ruler) - goblin time (is short)

Skeppy - citizen - ore golem, can camouflage himself well in the cave. Fwhip found him in the deep dark and made him a citizen

Bad - inhabitant - from Eversea originally

Impulse - citizen - bc dwarf

Iskall - citizen - bc he's got a cave base this season

Pearl - citizen - she do be skrunkly

Guqqie - citizen - an alien who is desperately trying to blend in with the humans. On one hand no one's gonna notice in the Goblands, but on the other, they're gonna pick up some weird habits from the gremlins

Cub - citizen - chaos Chaos CHAOS

Mumbo - inhabitant - railway expert and infrastructure guy :] which is desperately needed bc Fwhip keeps making dangerous minecart tracks to everywhere

Eversea:

Joey - Captain

xB - citizen - bc guardian hybrid (lives in the lake w the mermaids

Niki - citizen - mermaid, sometimes follows puffy around to the other empire's ports

Puffy - visitor - another captain who frequents the bay. Trader?

Neptune - visitor - on puffy's ship (yes this is the same as last time. If it's not broken don't fix it)

Scar - inhabitant - sells magic crystals at the market. Certified scammer but is allowed to get away with it because he helps design new buildings for joey sometimes.

Micheal(mcchill) - citizen - runs a radio station from the top of one of the mountains overlooking the lagoon. Very rickety and unstable path to get up there but the broadcast can be recieved from any empire

Hypno - citizen

Animalia:

Lizzie - Mayor - Definitely a person. Elected apparently?

Antfrost - citizen - cat.

Ren - citizen - dog. Advisor to lizzie. Also bc last life the beloved

Hbomb - inhabitant - cat. Runs a cafe to draw tourists in! Theres nothing weird about this empire! :3{ <rubbing his hands together maliciously. Favourite pastime is bullying fundy whenever he walks past the cafe

James Marriot - citizen - employee of the cat cafe

Fundy - citizen - fox (and yoghurt :D)

Zedaph - inhabitant - resident scientist. Originally from off the continent but was welcomed into Animalia by lizzie because 'having a scientist proves we're as advanced as the other empires!' Hasn't caught on to the fact that the majority of the kingdom's citizens are straight-up animals and thinks theyre all hybrids like him

CPK - citizen - fox. no relation to fundy but does bond over thier shared dislike for the term fox-load because they can carry more than one block thankyouverymuch lizzie

Aimsey - inhabitant - showed up and was promptly adopted as Animalia's pet human

Archaeologists:

Pixlriffs - in charge of the team, was sent bc none of the other archaeologists wanted anything to do with the rulers over there

Xisuma - a spirit that collects cool bones to live in. Pix discovered him while unearthing an old temple and he's just kind of following the troupe around and being amazed at the world (was sealed in said temple)

EX is also trapped in a similar temple but X is doing everything he can to steer pix away from finding it/unleashing his hurricane of a brother. spoiler - it doesnt work >:D

Ori - a mildly unnerving citizen of Stratos who decided to tag along

Karl - original member of the team - keeps correcting Pix's pronunciation of the long-dead languages, and knows where finds are (or should be) long before a dig starts 👀

Skizz - original member of the team, very enthusiastic

Jack Manifold - intern who's following them around for work experience. Originally from Chromia

Chromia:

Scott - (ruler) - strange strange man

Ranboo - citizen - ive tried to put him elsewhere like four times but brain keeps saying chromia. Will update once i figure out a reason (also now i want ranboo and xornoth to talk) update: have not figured the reason but. hes staying so

Xornoth - backup leader - they found scotts empire and moved in, to his initial chagrin. Still backup ruler despite this because scott didnt trust the llamas to rule in his absence. They like looking after the llamas but kinda just hang around mostly

Wilbur - citizen - colourful language, creative

Stress - citizen - head of the flower industry (that then gets turned into dye for exports)

Beef - inhabitant - in charge of designing colourful fabrics and tapestries, originally from Sanctuary where he learnt banner-making

Hannah - citizen - works in flowers industry

Lauren - citizen - one of Scotts chief advisors, have known each other since they were little kids

[Falses]:

False :) - (ruler) - Her empire is pretty small considering its the newest but its one of the most closely knit communities as they all have to work together to improve the kingdom

Phil - citizen - hardcore survival things seem to fit here. First person to move here. Originally settled a little further downriver but ended up flying to False's area for materials and conversations anyway, and so, later moved into the centre hub of her empire to help her out and save time. DadTM

Tommy - citizen - turned up one day and false was just like well if you want you can build over there, strange bedraggled kid. Tommy did and false immediately regretted it because *cobblestone tower* Phil and False eventually managed to convince tommy to let them make his house look nice but it took a good couple of months.

Bearbubb - inhabitant - False isnt quite sure if hes a person or a literal bear as hes never spoken to anyone, but he seems polite, and built his own house so she let him stay. Although she has firmly decided he doesn't get citizen status until he asks for it. (Bear is just awkward, he'll talk to people eventually)

Sam - citizen - used to wander the server with doc because not many empires were open to hostile mob hybrids living there, then offered to help with a redstone project (an improved iron farm that was being finnicky) as he was passing and decided to stay. Tommy also took a liking to him and he built a base at the bottom of the cliff

Doc - citizen - was traveling with sam, same situation, neither of them wanted to stay in Sanctuary, where they started off, because they were tired of the new inhabitants walking on eggshells around them for months before they got used to them. His base is a pit all the way down to bedrock, affectionately known as The Well (due to its tendency to flood). There are levels all the way up with different redstone machines and storage cupboard on.

Glimmer Grove:

Katherine - princess

Beau - citizen - figured out where princess katherine was sneaking off to at night and made her agree to let beau help fight or she'd tell

Punz - inhabitant - moved from Sanctuary because he heard rumours that mercenaries might be needed. (Was only staying for the pay originally but got a little too invested and asked katherine if he and purpled could stay and help rebuild the empire too. (Will end up as head of defence for princess Katherine in the future but shhh)

Purpled - inhabitant - moved from Sanctuary. Mildly annoyed that he had to leave his home in sanctuary, but at least the empire matches his colour pallette

Moonzy - citizen

Jonah - citizen - served Glimmer Grove before it fell, is at the forefront of the campaign to get it back to its former glory under princess Katherine

Megan - inhabitant

Dawn:

Gem - princess - fae of some sort

Fruitlegs - citizen - bard

Ponk - citizen - lighthouse keeper

Tubbo - citizen - bee boi

Techno - citizen - oversees the food production and makes sure everyone has enough and works out how much they can sell/export that week.

Welsknight - on Gems Council, in charge of defence against the deep dark

TFC - inhabitant - by proxy, lives in the ancient city and fixes the messes left when players visit. Sculk-grandad. Actually hes literally the opposite of Dawn, lives underground constantly. Warren of tunnels extends underneath all empires but people who try to explore them get lost. Nobody's died there yet bc TFC put a ward on the exits to draw people toward them and not the ancient city

BigB - citizen - baker, he makes bread and cookies from the farm produce

Stratos:

(Extra note here: citizen is someone who has been in the empire since it was founded about a hundred years ago when joel was exiled and/or has grown up there since. Inhabitant is someone who's come more recently from another empire)

Joel - an exiled god - adamant he is still his tall powerful self. Regarded as the leader of the empire nonetheless. People moved under his islands originally to be a part of the 'great god's empire' but a lot of them stayed even when they realised he was a wet rag/affectionate

Foolish and Jr and Finley - citizens - Foosh is an architect who helps Joel. He chose to live in the mortal realm but moved to Stratos when he heard about Joel's exile because he can sympathise with not living in the god's realm and wanted to help out. Hermes ends up playing with Jr and Finley when Joel's busy building

Eret - citizen - was one of the original settlers but somehow is still alive a hundred years later.... oh well, they knew living near a god would have its benefits

Grian - inhabitant - creator of the entity? check. vaguely eldrich horror? check. Was exiled? (very heavily encouraged to leave his hometown) after the entity ate someone by accident, and then he ended up here? Check.

Bdubs - citizen - look into those eyes and tell me he wouldnt fit right in with joels build style. He made a monolith, hed be a great addition

Callahan - citizen - maintains the temples to joel

Thanks to @scribbling-dragon for some of the suggestions!

Keralis - citizen - have you seen him?

Edit: OLI DO BE A BARD :D uhh if he makes an empire ill do a bit of rejigging and move ppl around but until then the skrunkly is just a wanderer

Phew done! :D

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