#i can't believe the finale is in less than 24 hours

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

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[puckbunnyera]

Just Friends | Luke Hughes

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genre: fluff

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none

notes: it's been less than 24 hours since i posted my first fic and i've already received a few asks for a part 2 so here it is. i'll link the first part here. thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read it, like it, reblog it, etc. i'm always really nervous to post my own writing so any type of interaction with it feels good to see.

also, i know the timelines of the games played in both fics don't align with the actual events in real time but we are just going to ignore that for the sake of the plot.

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I sigh as I stand in front of my bedroom mirror, doing one last fit check before Luke arrives. I'm nervous. I come to this realization as I smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles in my shirt. Why? I couldn't tell you. It's been almost two months since the night I met Luke, and we've talked and texted almost every day since. We've even hung out multiple times since then, but I always seem to get all nervous and jittery anytime he presents the offer. My thoughts start to consume me to the point that I'm almost tempted to text him and ask for a rain check, but before I can fall too deeply into them, my attention is stolen by the two girls lying on my bed behind me.

"I still can't believe you're dating The Luke Hughes." One of my friends says causing me to turn my back towards the mirror to look at her.

"We aren't dating." I scoff. "We're-"

"Right, you're 'just friends'." My other friend interrupts, rolling her eyes and using her fingers to make air quotes as she says the words.

"We are." I shrug, moving to sit in my vanity chair so I can put on my shoes.

"You don't have to believe us if you don't want to, but he totally has the hots for you."

"It's so obvious. Any time he has the chance to get away from his job, he's calling, texting, or coming to see you. Even if it's only for a short amount of time. Those aren't typical behaviors of a guy who wants to be 'just friends'."

They continue to go on and on as if they're trying to convince a jury that they're innocent of a crime. The sound of my phone dinging from beside me on the table finally brings their rambling to an end. I pick up to find a text from Luke.

From Luke🏒: i'm here

To Luke🏒: omw

"I would love to stay and continue this conversation," I smile sarcastically as I stand up, "But my friend is waiting for me downstairs." I make sure to add extra emphasis on the word friend.

They both giggle and bid their goodbyes as I walk out of the room. When I make it downstairs to the lobby of my apartment building, Luke, in all of his handsome glory, is waiting patiently by the door.

"Ready to go?" He questions once I'm standing in front of him. I nod in confirmation and he opens the door for us, placing a gentle hand on my back to lead me out.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask once we're settled into the car.

"I need to drop off a couple of things at the dry cleaners since my brother forgot to do it," He gestures to the items in his backseat. "But then I figured we could go to dinner, catch a movie, and then maybe grab some dessert before I take you home."

"Sounds good!" I reply with a smile, with which he returns one of his own before putting the car in drive and pulling away from my apartment building.

Things are going well today. Really well. We're having fun and Luke is being as sweet as always. However, that's the only problem. Despite the stance I took in the argument with my friends, I can't help but let their words get to me. The whole evening, I've been reading too deeply into every little thing he does. Every door he holds open for me, every chair he pulls out for me, every accidental brush of our hands when we walk side-by-side. I'm trying not to let it show, but when Luke's voice rattles my thoughts and pulls me back down to Earth, I know I'm failing.

"Are you okay?" He asks as we sit in the car, waiting for the red light to turn green. "You've been pretty quiet today."

"Really?" I ask, genuinely confused because I hadn't noticed that change in my behavior. When he responds with a solemn nod, guilt rises in my chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was. It has nothing to do with you." Yet it has everything to do with him.

"Did something happen?" He pushes further.

"No, just have a lot on my mind with work and all, but I'm okay. Promise." I give him a soft smile in hopes that it will give him enough reassurance to drop the conversation. Thankfully he does, but the look in his eyes shows clearly that he doesn't believe me. "So my friends were telling me that you have a home game coming up in a couple of days against your oldest brother's team. Are you excited?" I change the subject quickly.

"Yeah," He nods, a smile gracing his features. "My parents are gonna be in town to watch us face off against each other. All three Hughes brothers on the same ice. I'm hoping it will be as exciting as everyone and the media are making it seem." He chuckles. "I'm also just really excited to see Quinn. We haven't gotten to see each other much since I moved out to Jersey and the season started. I think it'll be nice to have us all back together again, even if it's just for a couple of days."

"I bet it will be."

"I'm glad you brought this up because I've been meaning to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Would you maybe want to come to the game?"

"Do you want me to come?" I'm praying the hopeful look in my eyes isn't obvious.

"Yeah," He nods. "I really do."

"Then I'll be there." I assure him. "The girls were talking about purchasing tickets anyways, so I'll tell them to make it three tickets instead of just the two."

"Don't worry about it. I got it covered."

"Luke, you don't have to do that." I shake my head, readying myself to argue.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to." The look he gives me makes me forget any rebuttal I had previously prepared. "Plus, I already got the tickets and the seating arrangements set up."

"And you just knew I was gonna say yes?" I reply, crossing my arms.

"No, but I was hoping you would."

"I guess some dreams really do come true." I joke.

"I guess so."

We continue to talk and joke around for the remainder of the drive. It goes by a little too quickly though, because before I know it, he's putting the car in park in front of my building. Being the gentleman that he is, he walks me all the way up to my apartment door. It's not until I have unlocked and opened the door that he finally says goodnight, placing a soft peck on my cheek before walking away. Once he has disappeared into the elevator and I'm sure he's gone, I close and lock the door.

As I'm getting ready for bed, I become aware of the slight ache in my cheeks from smiling so much. As soon as my head hits my pillow, the realization dawns on me. I am in love with Luke Hughes.

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I'm still in shock at the fact that he really went all out with the tickets. My friends seem to be as well considering that they still haven't managed to pick their jaws up off the floor yet. Never in my life would I have ever expected to be seated in one of the arena's luxury suites. I feel a little bad the more I dwell on it. There are more deserving fans that could be sitting here, yet some girl who knew nothing about the sport two months ago had them handed to her at no cost.

"Hi, you must be Y/N." An unfamiliar woman's voice pulls me from my pity-party.

"Oh, hi." I greet her as I turn in her direction.

"I'm Luke's mom, Ellen." She smiles and pulls me into a quick but gentle embrace. "And this is my husband, Jim." She gestures to the man beside her.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." He offers a hand for me to shake.

"You as well." I accept it before introducing them to my two friends, who are not-so-discreetly eavesdropping on the conversation.

We all find a seat and fall into casual conversation. Just getting to know each other and talking about this, that, and the other. Once the teams begin to make their way onto the ice, our attentions shift away from each other and onto the players.

Having admitted to my lack of knowledge of the sport before the game started, Jim and Ellen kindly explained the game to me so I would know what is going on. By the end of the first period, I'm clued in enough that I don't need it anymore and eventually, I become just as immersed in the game as the rest of them are.

It's in the second period that Luke scores a goal and we all stand up, cheering loudly with the crowd. The excitement is so high that I don't even shy away when Ellen happily pulls me into a tight hug before pulling away and continuing to cheer for her youngest son. Third period seems to go by in a flash and then the game is ending with a 6-5 win for the Devils, both Jack and Luke having contributed to the score with goals of their own.

Once the final buzzer goes off, my friends bid their farewells before heading out to go home. However, I hang back with Ellen and Jim upon the request of Luke. I follow the two down from the suite until we make it to where the locker rooms are located, waiting in the hall for the three brothers to emerge. We stand around conversing for about ten or so minutes before the men finally make their appearances.

They all embrace and greet each other as I stand back and watch with a smile. They really are a beautiful family. Once they all break away, Luke turns his attention towards me. He steps forward and reaches for me, pulling me into his arms.

"Congratulations." I speak softly as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, his wrapped around my waist.

"Thank you." I can hear the smile in his voice.

Time escapes me as I stand in his arms. I'm not even sure how long we've been holding onto each other. It's his brother's voice that finally has us separating.

"You must be the infamous Y/N." Quinn steps up, a smug grin on his face. "I've heard so much about you."

"I've heard a lot about you as well," I respond politely, despite the blush I'm sure I'm sporting due to his teasing tone. "It's nice to finally meet you."

"Will you be joining us for dinner?" Ellen asks from where she stands, now next to Quinn.

"Oh, um," I look to Luke for an answer. He nods, a pleading look in his eyes. "Yes, I would love to." I finally reply.

With that being said, we all begin to exit the arena and head to the parking lot. We're almost to the vehicles when Luke gently grabs my hand and pulls me to a stop. Once his family is out of earshot, he begins to speak.

"This might seem random and sudden, but I've been thinking about it for a while." He starts, looking away nervously and lifting a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "And feel free to say no because I don't want you to feel like you have to say yes just because I'm asking. Or if you feel like you need time to think it over, feel free to take all of the time you need. Actually, maybe I-"

"Luke," I say his name softly, placing my hands on his reddening cheeks and forcing his gaze back to mine. His rambling comes to a halt. "Breathe."

"Sorry." He inhales deeply before releasing his breath. "I was wondering, would you be my girlfriend?"

It's my turn to take a deep breath. Out of all the things he could have said, I was not expecting this. I take a moment to gather my thoughts as a smile begins to pull at my lips.

"I would love to." I nod, my smile growing larger resulting in his own.

"Well," He takes a step closer to me. "Since you're my girlfriend now, does that mean I can kiss you?" His question flusters me but I try hard not to show it.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Really fucking badly."

"Then kiss me, Luke."

And so he does. His lips crash into mine in a soft but passionate kiss. As if he has waited a lifetime to do it. It's gentle yet desperate. As we finally part, he pecks my lips a few more times before pulling away completely. He opens his mouth to say something but is stopped by Jack shouting from where his family is waiting by the cars, surely having seen the whole display.

"If you two lovebirds are done sucking faces in the middle of the parking lot, I would like to leave now. I'm fucking starving." He teases.

We both turn our gazes in time to see Quinn smack the middle brother in the back of the head and both parents shaking their heads at their son's antics. Luke chuckles at the scene as he intertwines his hand with mine and begins to walk to the car. My heart flutters as I finally admit the obvious to myself. Maybe we weren't ever just friends. I mentally roll my eyes as I climb into the back seat, already picturing the two squealing girls in my head and the endless amounts of I told you so's that I'm sure to hear when I fill them in. However, when Luke slides into the car next to me and interlocks our hands once again, I can't bring myself to care. I think I like this little life.

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[fallingdownhell]

Genshin men dealing with separation anxiety.

You didn't really specify any characters except for the men, so I just picked out some who I think fit this description. Hope you're okay with that.

Characters Included: Xiao; Wanderer; Tighnari; Diluc

Content: gender neutral reader; separation anxiety; mentions of insecurities; reverse comfort

Word count: 1,8k words

Thanks again for your request!

Xiao

Xiao is relatively new to the whole concept of dating and relationships in general

He tries to get used to it, but it's difficult for him. For so many years, he saw himself as nothing but a weapon. So this new situation is just something he never thought would happen to him

once he fully trusts you with everything about him would be when this particular "problem" starts to show itself

would have one of the worst cases, in my opinion

he is so used to loss, yet he can't imagine having to deal with your loss. He's sure that should this day ever arrive, it would ultimately destroy him, too

he can deal with a few hours alone, he doesn't need you by his side 24/7

but, once a certain time frame has been reached and he hasn't heard or seen anything from you, he starts to grow restless and anxious

Xiao tries to play it cool, but deep down, he worries about you

are you okay? are you hurt? could you possibly need his assistence? But you haven't called for him.. so everything should be fine, right? But what if you just didn't get the chance to call for him and you were already....

he tries to keep his thoughts under control, but he can't seem to redirect the course his mind has taken

he tries to reason with himself, not wanting to immediately assume the worst possible things

but soon, he can't take it anymore, so he starts looking for you. He searches the places you frequent the most, while maintaining a safe distance so you don't immediately spot him

he soon finds you in the streets of Liyue Harbor, talking to one of the vendors, laughing happily

as he sees you like this, his heart suddenly grows lighter, the impending feeling of dread slowly going away as it's replaced by this warm, loving feeling he always gets when looking at you or spending time with you

he waits until your done with your chat, watches you as you walk away from the booth. Once you're in an area with less people around, he appears in front of you

you're slightly startled, but you start to get used to his random entrances and dissapearances

you smile at him, and the last bits of Xiao's worries are instantly blown away as he allows himself to take in your calming presence

somehow, he always feels at peace with you. No matter what life might throw at him in the future, he's sure he will be able to conquer it, as long as you're there with him..

Wanderer

definitely the worst case out of all the others

but can you really blame him? He endured so much already, has experienced so much pain and heartbreak... can you blame him for not wanting to loose you as well, after he let you in?

it takes time and effort to convince him that your feelings for him are genuine and that you would never, ever leave him behind

it's not like he doesn't want to believe you. He really does, but he just can't imagine anyone being actually interested in him and wanting to maintain a relationship with someone like him...

like I said, time and effort is the key into his heart. And even once you managed to take your place there, he won't openly show it. He's awkward about those kinds of things, it's a whole 'nother issue

once you've successfully broken down the walls around his heart and marched your way in, he really can't handle being away from you for more than a few hours

as soon as you talk about leaving (be it to go to work, or groceries) he begins to feel anxious

because... what if you don't return after all? What if you finally realized how insufferable he is and you decided to not deal with it anymore? He knows you proclaim your love to him daily, but he can't help it

the doubts just start to act up like it's second nature to him, and no matter how hard he tries to suppress it, he can't seem to win against his own mind

his imagination runs wild, painting a hundred different scenarios on how you might leave him and run away

he wants to get up and out there, looking for you, but that would make him seem desperate and he most definitely does not want to be percieved in that way

so he sits it out at your shared home, trying to deal with all those intrusive thoughts in his head, intently watching the clock hanging on the wall, counting the minutes until your return

as soon as he hears the door opening, he is up and "greeting" you at the door

"Took you long enough. Where have you been all this time?"

he tries to sound indifferent, but to you, you can clearly tell that his voice lacks the ususal bite and he seems to be frantic

instead of an answer, you pull him into an embrace, lightly stroking his scalp

the Wanderer is taken by surprise at your actions, but that quickly fades and he melts into the touch, knowing that this was your silent reassurance to him

he acknowledges it, but doesn't comment on it

maybe one day, he'll be able to openly talk to you about everything that bothers him and be completely vulnerable to you. But that day is not now...

he just hopes that you can wait for him until this day finally arrives..

Tighnari

as cool and composed as the fox hybrid likes to think that he is, he has his weak moments as well

although... this problem probably won't arise until after the two of you are mated

he's not becoming overprotective of you and he's also not controlling or anything. He just.... he can't really deal with being alone anymore

in the past, before knowing you and even while dating you, it never really bothered him. He was used to not seeing you for a few days, sometimes even weeks, thanks to your position in the academiya

but now... he can't seem to deal with it anymore. Whenever you tell him that you have to leave for a few days, he dreads for those days to arrive

He's perfectly fine for the first two or three days, but anything that comes after that... total nightmare for him and his crew

He is restless, anxious, constantly thinking about you and your well being

Tighnari knows that you're more than capable of protecting yourself, but still! He's not there to protect you, how can he be sure that you're fine?

Sure, you write letters to him almost daily to keep him up to date and reassure him that you're fine... but what if those letters are written by someone else, who just happens to be extremely good at forging handwritings?

During that time period, Tighnari is also not able to sleep very well, if at all

he tosses and turns througout the entire night, hugging your pillow close to him, imaginig that it was you laying next to him, hugging him and stroking his back like you always do

he thought that this might help him to calm down, but all it does is increase his intense longing for you

he whines, calling out your name in the dead of the night, hoping that by some miracle, you would hear his cry and return to him

when you do come back to him, he doesn't care for any work he has to take care of that day

he will leave it for the other rangers to take care of, he has more important things to attend to now

namely, cuddling you in his bed, wrapping his tail around your thighs and burrying his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent that he missed so much while you were gone

he feels your fingers stroking along his back and he can't help the shiver that runs down his spine when you do so

he won't let you out of bed for the next few hours, after all... he has to make up for the days that you and him were separated..

Diluc

oh boy.. another one with a pretty bad case

Diluc has lost so many important things in his life, he couldn't bear losing you as well

He is a busy man, he knows he can't be by your side 24/7, even if he really wants nothing more

time spent with you is always the most treasured to him. With you, he always feels safe and loved. He had no idea how much he has missed feeling like this until you walked into his life

Now that he has those feelings back again... he won't trade them for anything else in this world

being as busy as he is, he doesn't really have much time to see you. Sometimes, you both go days without seeing each other, this fact made worse thanks to Diluc's unpredictable time management

only when his anxiety keeps getting worse, when thoughts from back then start to flood his mind again, does he give into his desires

in the dead of night, he seeks you out, knocking on your door, hoping, praying to the Archons above that you're not asleep yet

and it seems like his prayers were heard, as he can hear footsteps cautiously approaching the door

"It's me, darling. Please... can you open the door?", he calls before you even have the chance to ask who is out there

without hesitance, you open the door, seeing him standing there causes your heart to ache

without questioning him, you pull him inside, closing the door and then immediately turn to hug him. You instinctively know that he needs this right now

Diluc wastes no time in reciprocating your show of affection, burrying his face in your hair, breathing in and commiting your smell to his memory

standing here like this for a few minutes, you are the first to pull away, asking him to lay down with you

he nodds his head in agreement, following you to the bedroom where he pulls you close into him as soon as you are both comfortable on the bed

night like this have become a common occurance for you, knowing where the roots of his actions lie

without him having to ask for the much needed reassurance, you give it to him, trying to further the comfort with your touches to his arms and back, lightly stoking the skin there until his eyes start to grow heavy and he falls asleep

he has never told you the full story about the things that had happened in his past, and you don't pressure him to do so. Once he's ready, he will come to you on his own, you're sure of that

Until that day arrives.. you can wait and help him in any other way that he needs..

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[gb-patch]

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[cupid-styles]

you're my last shot

second blurb of my fall/halloween series ! this one honestly has nothing to do with halloween but imagine it happens in fall :) there will be a halloween-themed blurb for them coming on sunday!

word count: less than 1,000

content warnings: pregnancy, discussion pertaining to abortion (no action taken)

masterlist | talk to me

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. . .

Y/N isn't quite sure when she and Harry started hating each other so much.

It's been months, probably. Maybe a year? She doesn't really remember; all she knows is that the second he melded into their friend group, she thought he was cocky and annoying, flirting with every person who so much even looked his way, and she didn't like that. She didn't like him. 

The mutual hatred between them was fine up until now, but... now, it seems like it's a major inconvenience, because Y/N is standing in her bathroom staring down at four positive pregnancy tests and Harry — she shudders — is the only person she's slept with in the past three months.

It had been a moment of weakness. A huge one. Massive, really, fueled by a few too many drinks at the bar, a shared spliff outside, an alcohol-fueled decision of, "well, we live in the same neighborhood, may as well just take an Uber together" that ended in a heated makeout session, followed by one of the most passionate nights Y/N has ever had. (She'll never admit that to him, but she swallows it down for herself.)

There was something about that night. He was being less... awful than he typically was when their friends went out. He didn't eye fuck the entire bar, didn't buy any drinks for the cute girls flirting with him. He was tolerable and apparently that was enough for Y/N — well, drunk Y/N who gets a little too horny when she has rosé in her system, and when she eyed his large hands and tattoos in the Uber, and she felt him shift just a little bit closer to her in the backseat, and when he whispered "just for tonight, no one has to know" into her ear, she was a goner.

And now she's pregnant with his child.

What the fuck?

. . .

It turns out that that's Harry's exact response.

"You said you're on birth control—"

"I am."

"So what the fuck happened—"

"It must have failed, Harry, there's still a chance of conception even with the pill."

"Are you serious—"

"Do you think I would joke about this?"

He's pacing around the diameter of his living room, trying to digest the news. She understands. It took her about 48 hours to process that this was happening to her, and then an additional 24 when she realized she had to tell Harry. She hadn't told anyone else — not any of their friends or her mom, because she wasn't sure what she wanted to do and she didn't want her decision to be fueled by any outside opinions. As much as she despised him, she believed Harry was the only other person who had a say in this.

Finally, he sits down. Well, it's more a noisy thump as he crosses his legs on the carpet, burying his head in his hands. She sighs, feeling marginally bad for him, even if she was having the same response a few days ago.

"Listen, I'm fine to have an abortion. I know we're both pro-choice and we really don't have to do anything with this... thing. Just, like, Venmo me half the money for one and I'll get it done."

Harry looks up at her, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why would you get an abortion?"

"Why wouldn't I get an abortion?"

"Because I want to be a dad," he says with a shrug, as if it's a given that he'd want Y/N to mother his child, "You may be my only shot. We all know I have a shitty relationship history, who knows if I'll be able to have another kid."

"Harry, this is insane. We can't stand each other, this would never be a healthy situation."

"Why not?" he presses, and Y/N seriously can't believe he's fighting back on this, "Co-parenting is totally normal. We don't have to be married to have a kid together. I'm ready."

Her eyes widen. "I literally watched you funnel a bag of wine last week, and you're 29 years old."

"I only do that shit because I have no reason not to. If we're having a baby, I'm more than happy to stop partying and focus on becoming a dad."

"Do you— like, do you even know what being a parent requires?" Y/N asks, "You would be committed to dealing with me for at least 18 years. Money, emotional support, being there for everything. Soccer games, school shows, parent-teacher conferences, graduations, doctors appointments..."

"I want kids, Y/N. And if you're my only chance, I'm not gonna say no."

She thinks she might puke on the spot.

"You look like you're gonna pass out. Are you okay?" Harry questions, standing from his spot on the rug and stepping towards her. She puts her hands up, a silent and invisible boundary. He stops.

"Are you... set on having an abortion?" he asks quietly, "It's okay if you are, that's your choice."

She sighs. She hates to admit that she's not. That over the past four days, she's envisioned what it would be like to snuggle her sweet baby, to kiss them and hold them and be a mom to them. That, worst of all, her dating history is just as glum as Harry's and, whether she likes it or not, he may be her only shot at parenthood, too.

"I guess I'm not," Y/N breathes, setting her eyes low to the ground. "I know I only have so much time and... I do get scared that I'll miss my opportunity."

"Yeah," he nods in understanding, "Do you wanna... like, take some time to think then? Maybe reconvene in a couple of days?"

Reluctantly, she agrees. But she already knows that she doesn't need any more time to mull it over — she wants to have this baby with Harry. 

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[the-marvelclub]

While you were sleeping | Bucky Barnes

Part 2.

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Summary: Reader is in love with the mysterious man who goes every week to the bar where she works. When one night she witnesses a fight that leaves the man in a coma and he´s taken to the hospital, she is mistaken for his fiancée, unaware that the mysterious man is Steve Rogers himself. With no family and after losing everything in The Blip, reader becomes captivated with Steve's friends and their unconditional love for her that she can't bring herself to tell the truth. Things get complicated when she finds herself falling for Steve's best friend, Bucky.

Exhausted, you walked down the busy street that led to Joe's bar. The previous hours had not turned out as you would've hoped. After the outburst of emotions at the hospital from Steve's friends, you could feel the headache coming on. You weren't even sure why you hadn't been able to tell the truth at that precise moment, heck, you weren't even a good liar. But for the first time in a long time, you were overcome with a feeling you thought you would never feel again, warmth. It was so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. Soon you realized that your presence there meant something more important to them; hope. Hope of finally knowing what had happened to Steve in the last few years, hope to find out who was responsable for his situation or maybe the opportunity of having him back, you couldn't be sure, but they had welcomed you with such kindness and gratitude, that you couldn't bring yourself to tell the truth.

So when they were getting everything ready to take Steve to the avengers compound, you took the opportunity to return home in hopes of getting some sleep, knowing that Steve was in good hands and that he would be better. A sigh of relieve left your body as you opened the door to your apartment, without even caring about changing your clothes, you lay on your bed and fell asleep.

Joe was leaning on the bar as he stared at you in shock trying to process what you just told him.

“Are you crazy?" he finally opened his mouth after what seemed like an eternity. "Steven doesn't even know you exist."

“Is Steve, and thank you for that" you sighed putting your head in your hands, you had hope that the horrible headache was gone by now, clearly you were wrong. And if that wasn't bad enough, you had found out that the men from last night that attack Steve had disappeared on the way to the police station, as if they had vanished into thin air. Part of you feared they would come for you.

"Let me get this straight" he put aside the glass cup he was cleaning and looked at you "you've fooled the mightiest superheroes in the universe into believing that Steve Rogers, who you've never talked to and who you didn’t even know who he really was less than 24 hours ago, is your fiancé."

I cringe.

"Well, it sounds crazier if you put it that way."

"It is crazy either way" he replied "what have you gotten yourself into? What if those men in the alley find out about it too? What if they come after you to get to him? What if Steve wakes up and see a stranger who claims to be his fiancée hanging out with his friends".

The thought had crossed your mind, things seemed to be getting more and more complicated, you knew you had to tell the truth and that is what you planned to do, but somehow the thought of never seeing Steve again was unbearable.

Joe sighed putting his hand on your shoulder as he saw the anguish on your face, "Y/n... h-how much can you really love someone you don't even know?" he stared at you with sorrow, he paused for a moment as if he weren´t sure of his next question. "Are you sure this isn't about Ryan?

You froze. It had been a long time since you'd heard that name, you hadn't even allowed yourself to think about that name and the person it belonged to. He knew that. "It's just, he looked so much like Steve, maybe the only thing you love about Steve is just that."

You swallowed feeling the tears starting to sting your eyes. You didn't want to talk about it. "I'll tell them the truth Joe, I just need a little time to figure out how to do it." you sighed "but first, remember the time you mentioned you knew the address of Steve's apartment?" you said trying to sound as casual as you could.

Joe narrowed his eyes and looked at you curiously.

"Maybe..." he dragged out "what are you getting at?"

"Natasha sent me a text, she invited me to dinner tonight at the compound, but before that she asked if I could pick up some clothes for Steve at his apartment and I said yes." You said quickly, evading the gaze of your boss in front of you.

"Well of course, what kind of fiancée wouldn't know where her future husband lives, right?" He said rolling his eyes.

After begging some more he finally gave you the adress, in fact, Steve's apartment wasn't too far from the bar so you headed to the address Joe gave you. You had to find a way to get in and get his clothes before tonight's dinner.

You sighed staring at the big brown door in front of you, after 4 flights of stairs you found the apartment, you had to find some way to get in without looking like you were trespassing, maybe you could try to explain the situation to the doorman so he would give you an extra key or something. You were about to go back when you heard a deep voice you didn't recognize behind you.

"So are you gonna open the door or stare at it for another 3 minutes."

You let out a squeal turning around with your heart pounding in your chest. Blue eyes met yours, he was leaning on the stair railing, wearing a cap that covered his brown hair, and a black shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders. You had never seen him before but once again he looked vaguely familiar. His intense gaze swept over you from head to toe.

"I'm James... Bucky, Bucky Barnes. Steve's best friend" oh great, more friends "you must be y/n, right? Steve's fiancée" he added in an ambiguous tone. He cocked his head to the side and you flinched, a part of you felt exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. As if he was able to see right behind your cheap facade.

Red covered your cheeks as anxiety took over your body.

"U-um... yeah" you cursed yourself internally for stuttering so much "I-I don't remember meeting you."

"That's because we haven´t" his answer was dry as he started walking towards you "so? are you gonna open that door? I suppose you have an extra key, don't you?

"S-sure..." you mumbled, with shaky hands you put your arm up over the door frame praying that Steve was one of those people who left an extra key there just in case. You were thinking of what excuse to use for the intimidating man waiting behind you when your fingers touched something metallic. Bingo. "This is where we keep it" you smiled showing him the small key, he looked surprised for a moment but was quick to hide it, back to his serious face.

"How did you know where he lives?" you asked cautiously as you opened the apartment door. If he was part of Steve's friends, he wouldn't know of his whereabouts for the last 2 years either.

"I stopped by Joe's bar" he simply replied following you inside the apartment "Natasha told me I could find you there, so I went, Joe gave me the location and told me you would be here picking up some things."

The apartment didn´t looked like much, a small brown couch, a TV, the little kitchen on the right side, and a hallway that led to what you suppose would be the bedroom.

"So how long have you two been together?" you turned quickly, Bucky Barnes was going through the papers scattered on the coffee table in the living room.

"Oh, Steve and I?" you muttered "since September 17th" you said the first thing that came to mind.

Shit.

"Huh" he put down the papers and looked at you with a frown "so four months, that's pretty fast".

More like less than 12 hours, but he didn't have to know that yet "You have no idea".

You slipped away quickly to the bedroom before Bucky could think of any more questions. You knew he would find out soon, you could sense it in the way he looked at you. There were no thank yous, no tears or hugs like with Natasha and Steve's friends. No, with Bucky Barnes there were only doubts and mistrust.

Your eyes roamed the room, the bed was unmade, there were still clothes on the floor, cds of old rock bands and history books lay on the side table. You fixed your eyes on the dresser next to the door and checked the drawers for Steve's clothes.

Placing the clothes in the bag you had with you, you headed for the living room, Bucky was inspecting the place as if he was trying to look for signs that this was, in fact, Steve's apartment. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, unruly strands of dark hair sticking out of his cap as he tilted his head and looked at you. "Can you pour me a glass of water, please?" he said casually but his eyes reflected a deeper motive.

"Um, sure," you ran your hand over your damp forehead as you headed to the kitchen. "I don't remember seeing you at the hospital," you said, making conversation out of him, hoping he wouldn't notice that you didn't know where the damn glasses were.

"I just got back from a mission" he responded but you didn't pay attention to him, you opened the cabinet in front of you, revealing two boxes of cereal and some canned goods, you closed it quickly and opened the next one.

"You don't know where the glasses are kept?" you heard his voice right behind you, you turned around, he was just a few steps away from you, the corner of his lips turned up, as if he thought it was funny. As if he knew the answer to his question. He was testing you.

You forced yourself to smile at him, trying to act casual about it. “Yeah, it's just that Steve sometimes moves them around.”

"Yes, I'm sure".

"Ha! see, here they are" you said triumphantly opening another of the cabinets. A hand behind you closed it before you could take one of the glasses.

"You know what? I'm not thristy anymore," he replied with a low laugh as he took some keys out of the pocket of his blue jeans. "We better get going, I have a feeling it's going to be a very interesting dinner."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fics #steve rogers series #bucky barnes series #series masterlist #bucky barnes x reader

[moongothic]

So I'm confused about something. There was a cover story about Ms Goldenweek and other Baroque works agents breaking Crocodile out of prison but he just. Told them no? And stayed there with Mr 1 and Mr 2? I don't get why he wanted to go to Impel Down just to break out when he had the chance

I can't tell you 100% why Crocodile chose to stay in prison and go to Impel Down, but my best guess really is that he was just...

Taking the L with grace

More specifically. Crocodile had lost everything. I think deep inside he might've been literally too depressed to want to go free again.

Like he does literally say that. He gave up.

He had been building his reputation as "the Hero of Alabasta" for at least 10 years at this point. He had built not just a criminal organization that he had been running for four years, but also he had been running legal business stuff (like his casino) for probably longer than that. A decade's worth of work and effort to take over a country, and most importantly, get away with it. The reason he had orchestrated that whole rebellion was so that the rebels and the royal family could "take each other out", leaving the country wide open for a World Government Official such as himself to take up. The reason Baroque Works was doing this all in secret was so that the WG never found out, otherwise they wouldn't have let him have Alabasta.

But indeed, his plans were foiled by a kid in flipflops in less than 24 hours, just at the final moment before Crocodile would win. He lost everything. And the World Government found out about what he had been planning.

So even if he escaped from that prison with his former agents, what was he going to do?

He wouldn't be able to take over Alabasta anymore because he did not have manpower (as he had lost all his goons), and having lost his financial empire he wouldn't be able to build a new army any time soon. And even if he did, now that they knew what he had done the people of Alabasta would not accept him as their new king, even if he personally assasinated Cobra and the entire family. Not to mention, the WG finding out about his plans meant that they had every fucking reason to try and stop Crocodile if he did as much as set foot on that island again. By which I mean, they could launch a Buster Call on his ass. Send all the fucking Admirals after him. And so, even if Crocodile still believed Pluton was somewhere in Alabasta and that he just had to comb through the entire desert to find it... Between the Alabastan people and the WG in the way, finding Pluton would not be easy. Especially when Robin wouldn't even be there to just point him directly to it. It could take years, if not decades, while fighting off the WG by himself. And that's while assuming Pluton was somewhere in Alabasta. Like WE the readers now know Pluton is in Wano, but since Robin didn't tell him that. All Robin said was that the Poneglyph "didn't mention the weapon", and Cobra's reaction to the name merely proved the weapon's existence in Crocodile's mind. But surely, because Crocodile is a smart young man, he'd understand there was a risk that Pluton could exist, but just not be in Alabasta, right? Like that would be a possibility too, right?

I think this is why Crocodile has given up on Alabasta. He had one opportunity at seizing the country, and he failed. And without Robin, he could spend the rest of his life combing through a haystack for a needle when there's no needle, and he'd have no idea. I think is why he explicitly says in Impel Down he no longer has "interest in that country". He won't be able to pull off another stunt like this, ever.

And that leads us back to "why not escape earlier and avoid going to Impel Down to begin with". Thanks to his status as a Shichibukai, Crocodile hasn't been on the run from the WG for like two decades. And the past 10 or so years he has seemingly lived a life of luxury in his funny little casino. But now, having lost everything, he'd be back on the run. And because he's a world famous former "hero of the people", there would be nowhere he'd be able to go where people would not recognize him and send the marines after him. So he'd be on the run, for the rest of his life or until he'd get capture again. And mind you, the guy does not trust anyone, so he'd be on the run alone. Without any purpose or goal.

And you might be thinking, "Daz and the rest of BW was still there!", yeah, arguably true. But at this point Crocodile had no reason to trust any of them. Like personally, I think the reason Crocodile ended up taking a liking to Daz was BECAUSE he chose to follow him to Impel Down when he really did not have to. Like Daz showed an unusual level of loyalty to Crocodile, and I think Crocodile recognized that. That's why Daz is still with Croc, post-timeskip. But Miss Goldenweek and co? Crocodile had no reason to believe they wouldn't betray him if given a chance and a reason. And if the WG would come chasing his ass, they'd have plenty of reason to try and betray Croc (handing Crocodile over to spare their own lives). Not to mention, when they come release their former boss from jail, what did Miss Goldenweek say?

"Let's do Baroque Works again"

As I've already explained in detail, I think we might know why Crocodile wasn't interested in being Baroque Works' "boss" again.

So. Yeah. If in Crocodile's mind he'd be on the run from the Government for the first time in two decades all alone, in a situation where rebuilding what he had before would be bloody hard if not downright impossible, and he wouldn't be able to obtain what he had spent the last decade working for regardless...

Taking the L and just going to prison might've been the easier option

#Moon posting #Asks #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #Long post #Mind you Crocodile only *left* jail because he saw AN AMAZING OPPORTUNITY for petty revenge #Like had it not been for that war bringing Whitebeard out he probably would not have bothered to try and fight WB again #Otherwise he could've just escaped prison with Goldenweek and co and travelled to the New World to fight the old man right away #((Also theoretically Crocodile might've been slightly suicidal with the ''taking WB's head'' thing)) #Also worth noting that Crocodile choosing to stay in prison could've had two other purposes re:the former agents #It could've been a test of loyalty (to see if anyone would stay with him or would they all abandon him) #Which could be important to Mr Trust Issues (and to be fair he did find at least one loyal subordinate in Daz) #((Like if they had all told Croc they'd stay with him...... Who knows. Maybe he might've chosen to escape after all?)) #Other option: Crocodile escaping with them would mean the agents would be in much more danger than they'd be without him #Like the WG wouldn't send tons of marines after the individual agents if they all scattered to the winds #But if they all stuck together they'd become a bigger target. And even more so if Crocodile was there to lead them #And like. IDK if Crocodile was willing to leave out Goldenweek from the assassination order and spare her... Maybe this was the same #Maybe he wanted to spare Goldenweek (and the rest?) from being put into danger by going with them? #I dunno man this reptile has far too many layers to him I can't tell what's going on in his head

[fanficonly]

Wenclair- "I get paid in favours" -Part 2?

As requested a part 2 to the one-shot. I can't believe how many people enjoyed this lil fic and as a little thank you I thought a part 2 was definitely necessary, might continue on with a few more scenarios they find themselves in but I don't know yet

@paroovian @thatonefurry @paintato @allow-me-to-ruin-that-for-you thought I should tag y'all so you don't miss it... Thanks for your interest

P.S keep in mind the general consensus is that the sequel is never as good as the original

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Enid paced back and forth in her dorm room at a rapid speed, fiddling with her hands and occasionally biting at her nails nervously. It was 6:45pm and she had spent the entire day anxiously awaiting 8'O'clock. After agreeing to see Wednesday for her needs, she had used the rest of her time to carelessly consider other options, some of which included running off into the abyss that is Nevermore woods never to return. Others that allowed her to see Wednesday without forcing herself to surpress her urges.

As the full moon approached Enid could feel the wolf inside her, screaming and clawing its way to the surface. And with less than 24 hours to go she grew more impatient and frustrated by the second.

She had been told about a werewolf's uncontrollable nature when going into heat and considering Enid had never had a sexual experience before she knew the feeling would not go away unless she had help. "Medical help" She mumbled to herself over and over and over again. All she needed was suppressants to get her through the full moon so she could continue on in her daily life.

But as the light tick... tick... tick of her wall clock invading her ears, it only seemed to grow louder and louder with each shudder of the hands.

Tick... Tick!... TICK. The noise was incredibly irritating and with Enid's emotions all over the place she couldn't seem to tune anything out.

Complete sensory overload.

She unwillingly found herself bounding towards the noisy device,claws where her hands used to be, and slashing at it aggressively. As she watched the clock fall and break into pieces she growled loudly and began to breath heavy.

This feeling was too intense. Everything in her body began to burn. Images of Wednesday flooding her vision, while she panted in and out, clenching and unclenching her fists restlessly.

The whisper of Wednesday's words ...."Let's see if your bark is worse than your bite" tempted the Werewolf like the last pull of a smokers cigarette before they decided to quit. "Urghhhhh" she groaned to herself and as she closed her eyes slowly a picture of Wednesday lay where darkness should have been. When she opened her eyes her vision was glazed, her panic had not subsided and eventually she completely blacked out...

...

Enids vision was unfocused and blurry but she noticed she was no longer in her dorm. In fact she was stood outside a different door, arm raised and poised, ready to knock. When she blinked hard to remove the inhibiting fog she finally became aware of her surroundings.

Here she was, standing right outside Wednesday's door, unable to recall how she had got there. She tracked her eyes towards her hand which was in the middle of de-tranforming.

"Oh God" she whispered to herself. Had she really let her wolf control her like that? Enid hadn't even remembered how she made it to this door, but evidently her impulses were in full control at the time.

Clearly, she wanted to be here but this was absolutely terrifying for Enid. Even now she still felt a deep desire to do some incredibly explicit things to the next person she saw, which was a new and undisciplined feeling to her.

But before the wolf could scold herself for being so crass the door flew open, startling Enid out of her dazed state.

And there she stood, Wednesday Addams in all her glory, standing stoic and proper at the door looking at the blonde with a twinge of confusion in her eyes.

Enid noticed immediately the small surgical knife, dripping with goo, in Wednesday's gloved hand and she couldn't help but imagine all the morbid things she had been doing before Enid had arrived.

"I'm-" she started to explain

"Early." Wednesday finished for her. "You're early" she quirked an eyebrow up.

"No I don't even know how I -" she attempted to explain it all away but her curiosity got the better of her and she cut herself off to ask "is that a knife in your hand, what were you doing?" She furrowed her brow in confusion unable to tear her eyes away from the blade in Wednesday's hand. She knew it wasn't for her but it still seemed oddly threatening in her possession.

"It is acceptable. Early means eager and I tend to spar well with an unpredictable opponent" she commended Enid, lightly excited for what was to come, however you wouldn't be able to tell by the look on her face.

"Opponent?" Enid zoned in on that word, imagining herself in a duel with Wednesday to the death.

"My apologies." Wednesday spoke "I meant customers" she stepped back opening the door wider and gesturing for Enid to enter.

"Thanks" Enid mumbled growing more anxious by the second. She walked in stroking at her upper arm as if to hug herself for protection. The feeling settled when she heard Wednesday's voice and immediately turned to embarrassment.

"An hour is a little too eager maybe?" Wednesday's eyes followed Enid's as she walked past her, as if drilling into her head to excavate all her deepest darkest thoughts.

"No no I didn't- I don't even know how I ended up here!" The werewolf stammered out flustered by how desperate she may have looked. She turned to the darker haired girl and held her hands up in defense.

"Fascinating." Wednesday admired the blonde before removing her latex gloves and placing them in her trash can. Enid just scanned the room with curious eyes, clasping her hands together for comfort.

"What were you doing?" Enid continued to search the room and was mortified to see what she could only describe as the graphic murder of a frog, as her eyes landed on Wednesday's desk... Or more accurately her Autopsy Table.

"It's for science" she explained "Also I do so enjoy a fresh corpse for an all revealing autopsy" Wednesday spoke plainly with a twinge of sinister pleasure escaping her tone.

"You're like totally sadistic Wednesday" the blonde squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to erase the image from her mind before turning away from the crime scene and back to Wednesday's ever-staring eyes.

"Can't argue with that" Wednesday shrugged, not at all fazed by her reaction.

"Umm so ..." Enid rocked back and forth on her heels nervously, waiting for Wednesday to take charge of the exchange.

"Give me a moment to cleanse myself" she said and of course Enid didn't argue. She moved across to the table and removed the items from out in the open, without waiting for an answer.

"Okay" was all Enid said as Wednesday then removed herself from the room, heading for the bathroom. She just breathed deeply to calm the inferno that was currently coursing through her body.

After calming herself, Enid took the opportunity to walk quietly around Wednesdays room, picking up trinkets to examine them and running her hands along the walls that were covered in a collage of strange images. Her body still felt unsettled as she forced her impulses down into a deep dark hole somewhere in her mind but the exploration on Wednesday's room was a nice little distraction for her.

She was startled by a voice very VERY close behind her say "You are a rather invasive Little wolf aren't you?" Enid jumped and let out a small squeak. Wednesdays chin was practically perched on her shoulder with how close she had gotten without Enid being able to realise. 'So much for super human wolf senses' she thought to herself before turning around to meet Wednesday's accusing gaze.

"Sorry I was just ..." Enid smiled innocently moving backwards inadvertently hitting a wall "Curious" she spoke after a thud could be heard from her heels hitting the wood.

"So was I at one point in my life" Wednesday smirked "But then I reached the conclusion that I know exactly what and who I desired" Enid was a bit frazzled by this point. Was that.... Did she just? ... Wednesday Addams seemed to enjoy speaking in riddles or at least sentences that could be left up to different interpretations and honestly Enid wasn't sure she could decipher these with how clouded her state of mind currently was.

"A-and what's that?" Enid asked feeling a little bit like a cornered Animal, with a hunters gun pointed directly at her.

"See" Wednesday observed "So curious' she scanned Enid's face, ignoring the question. Wednesday noticed the wolf's nervousness and as she was not able to determine whether it was uncomfortable for her or not she stepped back to give her some space to breathe. She was of course hoping to tease Enid but that did not mean she had to be so predatory about it.

Enid sighed. Even she couldn't tell if she feared Wednesday or was attracted to her but after that interaction she just cleared her throat and spoke trying to avoid looking too interested. But Enid could not deny the warmth she felt at the closeness and the twinge of annoyance she felt after it had left.

"Do you have what I need?" She asked timidly. She scaled her eyes across Wednesday's body, her mind betraying her with thoughts of what she would look like writhing underneath her.

"Depends on what you came for?" Wednesday smirked again, as if reading her mind and rather proud of the reaction she had received from Enid. The blonde bit her lip to stop herself from giving in and continued to fight the urge to play into Wednesday's little game.

"The suppressants" she nodded, mostly trying to convince herself to agree that that is what she needed. They stared at each other for a moment, Wednesday giving Enid the chance to re-evaluate all of her options before she finally broke eye contact turning away from her.

"So incredibly dull" Wednesday sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. She had been rather charmed by Enid and was fascinated with werewolves in general so for this opportunity to pass by was a troubling concept for her.

"Hey I told you not to say that" Enid spat out still offended at Wednesday's obvious insult.

"I can say whatever I want" Wednesday folded her arms in protest. She wasn't one to keep her opinions to herself and she sure as hell would not let anyone dictate her free speech... No matter how cute they were.

"No you can't" Enid corrected her, somewhat delighted that the conversation had turned sour. Atleast this way the attraction may subside and she could actually focus on not getting to close and personal to the infamous Wednesday Addams. A journey like that is known to be insanely dangerous and Enid was 100% certain she would not survive.

"Care to waver?" Wednesday challenged. Enid took a moment to process what Wednesday had said. The vocabulary she used was so proper and every word had a somewhat disarming aroma around it. It intrigued Enid.

"Could've just said Bet but I'll bite" Enid rolled her eyes and smiled, feeling unnaturally comfortable in a conversation with Wednesday Addams all of a sudden.

"You promise?" Wednesday spoke quietly but the smug look on her face revealed to Enid that she had heard correctly and she let out a breathy chuckle in response.

"what?" She asked anyway anticipating that Wednesday would repeat herself. Did she realise the effect she was having on Enid or was this all just a game for her amusement. Was this even real? Was Enid actually still dreaming right now? What was happening?

"Nothing" she hummed, momentarily allowing herself to be comfortable.

"Bet!" Enid panicked and slashed her hand imitating one of her favourite memes joyfully, attempting to make light of the suggestive conversation. It was extraordinary what her brain told her to do in these kinds of situations, never fails to surprise even Enid herself.

"Why on earth would you do that?" Wednesday asked, leaning back lightly to avoid being karate chopped by the curious girl.

Enid was on the verge of becoming feral and lecturing the other girl on all things social media.. She debated with herself... It could either be a brilliant distraction or a mind numbing task that would surely push her over the edge so she stayed put for now settling on...

"Its a meme like wanna bet but just bet with like the button and- it's funny Wednesday" Enid raised her voice a bit at the blatant disdain the Addams girl had for anything remotely interesting to a normal teenager.

"Debatable" she said "Frivolous nonsense really" she criticized naturally.

"To you maybe" Enid blurted out defensively.

"It should be to most but we spend an alarming amount of time as a society attached to our phone screens like zombies, scrolling through brainless posts and memes as you say" Wednesday spat mocking the word.

Enid just sighed again. There she was. The cold and distant Wednesday she knew and ... Well she knew... Well kind of knew ... Whatever you get the point. But atleast this would deter Enid from jumping her bones.

"Whatever Wednesday. Can I have the pills or not?" Enid decided to just get on with the transaction. No games. No suggestive undertones. No problems.

"You said 8 O'clock" Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

"I know but surely you have-" Enid suddenly panicked and distressed at the idea of having to wait an entire hour before this feeling went away.

"No I do recall the time being 8 O'Clock" Wednesday rubbed her chin and pursed her lips as if to mimick a philosophers thinking face.

The shameless teasing was starting to get Enid worked up and her eyes glowed as she huffed.

"I need them now!" she growled out her fangs appearing effortlessly as she became unable to control the wolf inside her.

"It is not my fault that you're too punctual" Wednesday remarked, barely flinching at the outburst.

"I'm cutting it a bit close as it is Wednesday!" She began pacing back and forth in a worrisome way. "My whole body feels like it's on fire" Enid admitted, gritting her fangs, while clenching and unclenching her fists in an attempt to settle her wolf.

"Well then some even more unfortunate news for you then" Wednesday started and Enid's face weakened at her dull demeanor "My guy is running late so it's more like a 2 hour wait" she clasped her hands together professionally.

"Typical" the blonde grumbled out, her skin becoming itchy and her face faltering with every breath she took.

"Or opportunistic" Wednesday thought aloud, unclear whether this was deliberate or not Enid looked at her with doubt.

"Do I even wanna know?" She asked but before the Seer could answer Enid had doubled over in pain only looking up to bare her fangs towards Wednesday.

"Enid your fangs are captivating" Wednesday stepped forward daringly raising her hand up to Enid's face. She seemed captivated, smitten absolutely entranced by the sight in front of her.

"Again thanks but umm Wednesday I feel all jittery and nervous and helple-" her words wavered as Wednesday ignored her and grasped Enid's chin with her hand, lifting her chin ever so slightly to examine her features.

"I have that effect on people" she stated, while Enid groaned. Wednesday was well aware that her so-called off putting presence was actually rather appealing to plenty of students at Nevermore. She blamed goth culture for this and put it down to mindless mass adoration.

"It's not you it's the full moon" she let out a breathy laugh, watching Wednesday's eyes scan across her face before meeting her own. Although she had acknowledged that realistically she could be having these thoughts about anyone and the fact that it was Wednesday Addams meant this wasn't exactly true.

"Listen if you would prefer to lie to yourself to make you feel better then that's absolutely fine... But I'm almost 100% certain you're also nervous because of me" Wednesday's lips twitched with the threat of a smile as she looked down at Enid.

"Bit full of yourself aren't you" she attempted to snark at her but her words became drowned in a low growl when she felt another sharp pain in her side.

"Not entirely" Wednesday told her honestly "But..." She moved her hand to stroke up the werewolf's cheek and held it in place. Enid's sharp breath slowed as she steadied her breathing and raised her head to look at the pale girl in front of her.

Wednesday guided Enid upwards and she straightened her body, following Wednesday's eyes and letting the girl guide her into a now standing position. Enid's mouth opened as if she was going to speak yet no words came out. She remained speechless at how rapidly the pain had subsided with nothing but a light touch to her cheek from the captivating woman in front of her.

"Feeling better?" Wednesday asked, although it was obvious she knew the answer.

"What was that? What did you do?" Enid asked, taking into consideration that Wednesday was basically a Witch so who's to say that wasn't just something of a spell.

"Nothing" she spoke, uninterested, removing her pale hand from her warm cheek. It was clear to Wednesday that Enid was in denial so she would be patient and let the blonde come to her own conclusions.

"That wasn't nothing Wednesday the pain just completely disappeared!" Enid was shocked at the own volume of her voice but she couldn't help it, she was absolutely baffled.

"Again I did nothing, no spells, no remedies just good old fashioned healing properties of contact to an animal experiencing touch withdrawal" she explained but Enid still stared at her accusingly "In fact it won't last long you should be experiencing the same discomfort in about 3-2-1 ..."

And of course on cue she kneeled over in agony "Ahhhh" she screamed, followed by a harsh and loud growl as her claws shot out aggressively. "Wednesday what are you doing to me?!" She strained out, pleading up at the Addams Girl.

"Enid... It perplexes me how little you know of your own species" Wednesday scolded her instinctively.

"No I know werewolves have a chance of going into heat before a full moon but Its not suppose to hurt-urhhh- this much is it?" Enid questioned her, while still clutching at her sides.

"Only when denying yourself the touch of someone who is as alluring as I am I'm sure" Wednesday smirked again and Enid bit her tongue to avoid outing herself further.

"You didn't get told about this and you didn't have any surpressants? Do you even have anyone who teaches you these things honestly it's-" Wednesday was about to lecture Enid on her own species, she had had a fascination with werewolves and thier behaviour ever since she was a little terror.

"Fuuuuck ow! Touch me again" Enid groaned out cutting Wednesday off and inching forward. She couldn't help it the pain was unbearable and it wasn't like she wasn't attracted to the Addams girl. In fact the truth was she knew exactly why her wolf had guided her to Wednesday and it sure as hell wasn't for pills.

The words came out much more sexual than she had intended and this was clear when the raven haired girl's eyes went wide before a smirk grew on her face once again.

"Excuse me?" She tilted her head, still unfazed by Enid's pain, although it did disparage her to admit she wasn't enjoying it like she usually would. Torture was a topic Wednesday was an expert in. But when she was not inflicting it herself and the innocent girl in front of her was not only beautiful but didn't deserve it, it was less appealing to her sadistic side. Enid also fell under the rare list of people Wednesday didn't intend to bring any harm to at Nevermore, so she couldn't even enjoy this.

"Touch me!" She growled out harshly, baring her fangs and lunging towards Wednesday with ferocity.

Wednesday moved swiftly to the side, allowing Enid's claws to narrowly miss her face as she reached the side of her. But in one brave move Wednesday caught the werewolf around the waist, spinning them both around and moving her back into her arms.

Enid gasped at the movement, mouth slightly open in shock, her arms still lightly swinging at her sides as her whole body untensed at Wednesday's touch.

"Gladly." Wednesday whispered holding Enid in place.

Enid took sharp, shallow breaths panting as she looked into Wednesday captivating eyes. She only looked away when she felt Wednesday cold fingertips grazing lightly up her forearm. Her thoughts turned primitively crazy but her body completely settled as her eyes followed Wednesday's hand.

"This is such a bad idea" she visibly gulped, but there wasn't a single urge in her mind, body or soul that wanted to remove herself from Wednesday secure grip.

"Exhilarating though isn't it?" Wednesday pulled Enid closer with a light tug and in response she moved her arms up to wrap them soundly around The other girls neck. "Now watch this" she whispered softly against Enid's lips before closing the gap between them with no resistance from the werewolf.

Their lips collided in a passion filled frenzy, Enid's hands travelling around Wednesdays body gripping at her clothes, feral with the other girl's touch and letting her impulses take over.

Wednesday smiled into the kiss, infatuated with the idea of Enid desiring her to the point of self destruction, only pulling back to ask "Are you sure?" Out of respect for the werewolf.

The absence of Wednesday's lips caused Enid to blink out of her amorous state and pant breathlessly. Wednesday stared at her awaiting confirmation of consent.

"Yes I'm sure" she nodded frantically absolutely infatuated with how incredible it felt to finally kiss Wednesday.

"Because I was just teasing-" Wednesday tried to give further information and the opportunity to change her mind.

"Wednesday" Her own name sounded melodious to her ears,coming from Enid's mouth.

"Yes little wolf" she allowed a small reassuring smile to grace her lips.

"Touch me" she connected their lips again, finally allowing herself to fully submit to her animalistic urges with none other than Wednesday Addams. WEDNESDAY FREAKING ADDAMS.

Hope y'all enjoyed 😋 This turned out way longer than expected but I had fun writing it so...

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[spookyveggies]

Can't believe I finished the show just in time for the anniversary of the finale,, I had no idea

I finished the show, got Marcy's Journal, finished that too, and then made this,, all in less than 24 hours because I n e e d e d a n s w e r s

(SPOILERS FOR MARCY'S JOURNAL: the implied confirmation that Terri got the portal working has brought me eternal peace,, this sketch is my interpretation of their reunion as well as a callback to the intro sequence :3)

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Can I request a very fluff one shot for your young tony au? First day/night with their newborn precious babies 😍 it's my dream raising babies with him

The First Night

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.8K

SUMMARY | After a difficult and prolonged labor and delivery, you're happy to finally spend time with your babies and boyfriend. The first night in the hospital and day at home is a lot, but with all the support around the four of you, you can get through it all.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Implied smut, mentions of breastfeeding, lots of hormones, and crying.

A/N | Thank you for this adorable request, Nonnie! This is one of the fluffiest pieces I have written to this day! I had a blast writing it, and I hope you will enjoy what I did with this 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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The birth of your twins hasn't been easy, and it had to be the most grueling 24 hours you've ever witnessed, but seeing both beautiful faces is worth every second of pain and tears.

Tony has been by your side for 24 hours, except for a few small breaks now and again, but he has the most loving and supporting boyfriend you could have asked for.

During your entire pregnancy, he doted on you every chance he got, getting you everything your heart desired and more. From lots of foot rubs when the twins got so big, your feet were hurting constantly to soothing every need you could have in the bedroom.

He has been there every step of the way, and you would not have it any other way. They may not have been planned, but Hudson and Orion are already a precious part of your family.

''Aren't they amazing? I still find it hard to believe I grew these two little Munchkins in my belly for the last 8.5 months,'' you say as you adjust Orion's little pink baby hat she's wearing, and she yawns before falling asleep again.

''You'd better believe it, I saw them come out of you,'' Tony jokes, and you chuckle, feeling extremely tired.

''Can you put her down for me? I need to sleep some more,'' you say directly, followed by a yawn of your own, and Tony can't help but laugh at the fact that Orion did the same thing less than a few minutes ago.

''Of course, Sunshine,'' he says as he puts Hudson in his little bed after adjusting his blue hat, and he keeps on sleeping as Tony picks up little Orion from your arms and puts her next to her brother.

Both his parents and your Mom have gone to a nearby hotel to be close to the four of you, but for now, you could rest up and let your body relax before going home tomorrow, your first day home with the little bundles of joy.

As soon as the twins are in their beds, a nurse comes to check up on them both, and they're still doing good, so you get the all-clear to sleep for a while, and they will wake you when it's feeding time.

''Did you want me to get you a bed as well for some sleep?'' the nurse asks Tony, and after confirming he'd like that, she's getting an extra bed. There's more than enough room for it, and he wants to be near his family the entire time.

''Get some more sleep, Sunshine; the nurse will wake you when it's time to feed them,'' Tony says as he sits on the edge of the bed, and you can't stop a few tears from escaping.

''Hey, what's wrong?'' he asks softly, which worsens it, thanks to the hormones raging through your body from the pregnancy and labor.

''N-nothing, it's s-stupid,'' you sob softly, though you're smiling through your tears. You're feeling happy, proud, and incredibly overwhelmed simultaneously, and the love Tony shows only makes it worse.

''Nothing's ever stupid if it has you crying, Sunshine. Can you tell me what's going on so I can make you feel better?'' he says as he grabs your face, rubbing your cheeks softly with his thumbs.

''I-I'm just o-overwhelmed,'' you hiccup. ''With t-the babies and a-all the l-love, it's a-a lot.''

You close your eyes and let the tears flow, feeling better now that you've told him what's on your mind.

''Oh, my sweet, sweet Sunshine. I know I can't even begin to comprehend what must be going through your mind and body after everything you've endured for the last 30 hours…'' Tony says as he places his forehead against yours.

''… But I need you to know that whatever's going on, I will never judge you for it because you're doing an amazing job as a Mom. You've kept them safe for 8.5 months; now it's our job to keep them safe. You're not going through this alone, and we also have the help of our parents, remember?'' he asks, and you nod.

''We can do this, Sunshine. And you deserve every ounce of love everyone gives you because you're the most amazing person I have ever met. Hudson and Orion have the best Mom they could have ever gotten, and I'm glad they chose you to be their Mommy,'' he says, and besides the tears that won't stop, you're sporting the biggest smile.

''I love you,'' you say as you capture Tony in a big hug, only interrupted by the nurse wheeling his bed into the room. It may not be as fancy or high-tech as your hospital bed, but Tony is okay with it as long as he's with all three of you.

After a few more soft kisses and reassurance, you've calmed down and fallen into a light slumber to replenish some of the energy drained out of your body for hours on end.

Tony is sitting on his bed reading his book as Orion wakes up and writhing a little beside her brother.

''Hey Babygirl,'' he coos at her as he's gotten up, holding her in his arms as she's waking up a little, probably hungry. This is the perfect timing because the nurse was just about to check on you to see if you're ready to feed them.

''Ms. Y/L/N?'' the nurse says as she softly wakes you up, and with a snort, you wake up, making Tony smile as you're trying to figure out where you are.

''I-I'm sorry,'' you say as you wipe your eyes, and you suddenly feel the urge to pee, so you tell the nurse, and she helps you get to the bathroom and change your post-labor padding. You're still bleeding, but the doctor assured you that's normal.

When you're done and seated on the bed, Tony hands you your daughter, and after cooing at her for a minute, she starts to get fussy, and the nurse explains she's most likely ravenous after a few hours of sleep.

''This will be your first time breastfeeding, so I'll be by your side every step of the way,'' she assures you, and the kind look in her eyes, and the reassuring smile make you feel at ease around her.

You open your gown, and Tony can't help but look at your breasts, which are much bigger than usual due to the milk stored in them, and he can never get enough of them.

''Stop staring, creep,'' you joke, and Tony quickly looks away as a deep crimson creeps over his entire face and down his neck, at which you can't help but laugh.

''S-sorry, I-I-I'll get... something,'' he says before rushing out of the room and leaving you to breastfeed in peace.

''I'm sorry for him; he just has a bit of a thing for my boobs,'' you sigh, and the nurse smiles.

''No worries, I've seen worse. And he's not the first Dad to react like this,'' she says, which makes you feel a little better, and before you know it, Orion has latched on and is drinking happily.

''So, how long have you two been together?'' the nurse asks as she supervises you to breastfeed your daughter, only adjusting your hold on her once since the rest comes naturally.

''We've been together for about a year and a half, actually; these two Munchkins were conceived during a night of drunk passion, so to speak,'' you sigh as you think back to that night.

''But in all honesty? I wouldn't have changed it for the world. Not only do I love my kids with all my heart, I love him too, and I can see myself growing old with him. Though our first order of business is graduating, since we're only a few weeks away from our college graduation,'' you tell the nurse, but what you don't know is that Tony is standing on the other side of the door, listening to you speaking about him and your life.

''Oh wow! What degree will you get?

''We're both getting our Bachelor's Degree in Dramatic Acting,'' you say with a big smile, even though you already know you're not using it.

''Tony is planning to put it to good use and become an actor, but as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I decided to go a different route after grad- Ouch!'' you exclaim suddenly when Orion is suckling too hard on your nipple.

''Someone's very hungry, apparently!'' the nurse says, but Orion immediately lets go again, and you sigh a sigh of relief when she does because they're very sensitive.

''As I said, I plan to take a different route after graduation and look for a stable job where I can still take care of the kids when Tony's away. I love acting with every fiber of my being, but these two will always come first,'' you tell the nurse, and she nods in understanding.

After this, Orion is full, and the nurse takes her from you to burp her so that you can relax a little again; during the next feeding, she'll let you burp them as well, but right now, you can enjoy the moment.

Tony was standing with his back against the wall outside the room, and he slowly slid down to have you two have your moment together. He didn't want to interrupt your heart-to-heart with the nurse, knowing you needed to talk to someone else for a change.

Next up is Hudson, who just woke up after Orion was put down, and it was the perfect moment, too, though he had a bit more difficulty latching on than his sister did.

After a few minutes, you let out a sigh of relief when he finally manages to find your nipple and latch on, eagerly drinking from your nipple.

You and the nurse kept talking for the entire duration of Hudson drinking and burping, and when he was in his bed again, Tony walked back in, greeting you with a small kiss on your lips that left you smiling like a lovesick idiot.

''I'll come back later, Y/N; you can rest some more, and when you need me, please don't hesitate to use the button on your right, okay?'' after you nod, you talk to Tony a bit before you both get some sleep, just like your babies, and every few hours the nurse wakes you for another feeding.

The following day could not come fast enough, and before you know it, you're discharged from the hospital with your two miracles. Tony's Dad, Howard, is picking the four of you up from the hospital while Maria and your Mom, Virginia, are getting the house ready.

You won't stay in your dorms for the first few weeks. Everything has already been moved from both of them, and you'll stay with his parents for a little while.

What you could not have known, however, is that Maria and Virginia are planning a small lunch for all seven of you. They have been working the entire morning to bake fresh bread, croissants, and other things, get the freshest fruits and spreads for the bread, and other items for brunch.

The table is beautifully decorated with a blue and pink tablecloth, and there's a small present for each of the babies, a blue and pink teddy bear for each of them, with their names stitched onto one of the paws.

When both Hudson and Orion are buckled into their carriers, you say one last thank you to all the nurses working, and after some previous goodbyes, you both take one of the babies with you as you follow Howard to the car.

The drive to Howard and Maria's house is pretty long, so you have to stop at a roadside diner to feed them - and yourselves - before finishing the ride home, which would be another two hours.

As soon as you've found a booth, you slide in with Orion, feeding her first, and as you drape a big towel over her to shield other customers from staring at you breastfeeding, a waitress walks over to all three of you.

''Welcome to The Family Diner! Can I get you started with some coffee on this wonderful morning?'' she asks in a cheery voice. Howard and Tony order a cup of coffee alongside an omelet, and you opt for a cup of tea and a cinnamon roll, something you've been craving for weeks.

Your order is with you very soon since it's relatively quiet in the diner, and the waitress takes some time to coo at Hudson, who's happily lying in his carrier right now.

''He's so gorgeous! And I bet his sibling is just as beautiful as he is,'' she says, and you nod with a big smile, and Tony shows her a picture of the two of them together.

''Ah, he has a little sister?! That's adorable! Well, I wish you all the best with your two wonderful babies,'' she says to you and Tony before walking off to take another customer's order.

Not long after, Orion is done, and she's quickly replaced with Hudson, who latches on effortlessly to your other nipple and who's about as hungry as his sister was not too long ago.

''God, it's a miracle how much these two can drink; I instantly feel 5 pounds lighter when they're done,'' you sigh as you sip your tea, followed by a much-needed bite of your cinnamon bun, with extra glaze on top.

When Hudson's finished, Tony and Howard are as well, and you give both your children a much-needed diaper change before heading back to the car and ending the drive.

About 30 minutes in, you've fallen asleep, just like the twins, and you're all getting some much-needed rest until you've arrived at Howard and Maria's house.

''Sunshine,'' Tony says as he nudges you awake, and you jolt forward, but you're stopped by the seatbelt cutting into your chest and neck as you do so, sitting back with a grimace.

''I'm sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you!'' Tony says as he unbuckles the seatbelt and helps you feel better with kisses, which always works. It's like he has some very magic kisses.

''Is okay, just don't do it again,'' you say before climbing out of the car. Howard already brought the twins inside, just like all of your stuff, and they're now being cared for by both your Moms.

''Are you ready to have some lunch?'' Tony asks as he guides you into the dining room, and the moment your eyes focus on the table, tears are threatening to spill again as you see all the blue and pink everywhere, but you haven't seen the bears yet.

''Please, take a seat, Sunshine,'' Tony says, and you gladly do, looking at the arrangement of bread, fruits, spreads, and other things on the table. The emotions are becoming too much, and you start sobbing loudly, Tony crouching beside you instantly to soothe you.

''What's wrong? Did we do too much, or not enough?'' he asks, worry visible on his face.

''No, i-it's perfect!'' you say as you wipe the tears from your face, taking everything in, and that's when you finally spot the teddy bears at the end of the table.

You guys didn't!'' you say before getting up and grabbing the bears, clutching them to your chest as you started sobbing uncontrollably, all the emotions that have been building up for days finally coming out.

''C'mere Sunshine, you're okay, you're doing perfectly right now. It's okay, let it all out,'' Tony says as he pulls you into his arms, his big hands rubbing soothing circles over your back as sobs wreak havoc in your body right now, tiring you completely.

When the sobs have died down, Tony slowly takes the bears from your hands and puts them on the table before grabbing your face and looking deep into your still-wet eyes.

''I think you need to lay down and properly rest for a few hours. Mom, Dad, and Virginia can take care of the twins for now, and you and I can cuddle for a while; how does that sound?'' he asks, and you nod.

''Alright, Sunshine, c'mon up,'' he says before picking you up bridal style, but you're too tired even to acknowledge it, and after a few understanding nods from the parents, he walks upstairs and to his bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed because you've already fallen asleep with complete exhaustion taking over, and he climbs in on his side of the bed, pulling you towards himself under the comforter, and the two of you take a well-deserved nap.

The rest of the day is spent either sleeping, feeding the babies, or taking things slow, and you're very thankful to have the help of all three of your parents right now because one thing is for sure: you would not have known what to do if it had just been the two of you.

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[kurikive]

please! — 66. how the turns tabled

"we've arrived, bitches." dana slammed the sliding door open. her uncle's restaurant was busy that day, and she never really minded hosting parties at her fairly big house.

about half the friend groups was already there. only a few were missing, but they'd arrive eventually. y/n instantly looked for her girlfriend, who was apparently nowhere to be found.

jungwon walked up to the girl, "are you looking for someone that's not me?" with a hand on his hip, he asked disappointed. "yeah, hanni." the boy dramatically gasped, "i can't believe this..."

y/n rolled her eyes, finally smiling at the usual dramatic behavior her best friend gave her, "sorry, sorry." she put her arm around his shoulders and walked back to take a seat at a couch on the living room, "by the way, congratulations on the restraining order."

"that's such a weird sentence, but thanks!"

they went back to sit with their friends. as usual, jihyo and minji sat next to each other. "ugh... already two couples in the group?" jungwon complained, "could've been three if you didn't have such a bad taste in men." offended, the boy turned his head to y/n. "you encouraged it when i told you!" "but i warned you he was sketchy!" he rolled his eyes in defeat and annoyance.

the duo in front of them giggled, "you're lucky hanni isn't here yet, jungwon." minji told him, "no, you know what? i'd prefer that, so she can take this asshole away to make out in some corner where i don't have to see them." jungwon sarcastically said, brushing his hair back sassily as he spoke.

y/n immediately felt her face turn warm at the mention of the words "make out", and lightly pushed jungwon away. "we're not gonna make out! yet!"

"...oh... my god..." jungwon looked at his best friend with nothing but disappointment. "i hate you." he said. "what?! why?!"

"y/n, you've kissed her already!" y/n grew redder by the second, "you don't have to be shy about kissing your GIRLFRIEND. you're gonna make out either way." jungwon kept rambling and rambling about the basics of couples and kissing, as if he knew much about it himself, being usually interrupted by the frequent "jungwon, stop..." from his embarrassed best friend.

what he did not expect, though, was to, at one point, hear it from jihyo. cutting himself off, he looked at the girl, who was glaring right at him with an uncomfortable face, and then pointed her eyes behind him. he then got the message.

jungwon turned around, slowly and carefully to find hanni's (short) figure right behind him, squinting her eyes. "h-hey, hanni!"

"weirdo." was the only thing she said before sitting down next to her girlfriend. y/n laughed at the situation, a bit awkwardly, but still delighted to be reunited with her lover once again (she had just seen her the day before).

"hey." y/n's eyes almost closed due to smiling so hard, "i missed you." hanni lit up at her words, she'd be lying if she say she didn't miss her either, although it had been less than 24 hours since they had last seen each other.

"me too. i missed you too." she said as she reached for the other's hand. suddenly, the cool RnB music, clearly part of dana's playlist, that was playing on the speaker got cut off. a little bit of rustling and taps were heard instead.

"ahem," it was dana's voice. "the reason we've gathered, the reason this party was planned, held and hosted. the moment we had all been waiting for, and by all i mean the ones who knew..." in a weird announcer tone, the girl spoke into a sparkly decorated microphone.

"y/n, well known for being this town's biggest loser-" "HEY!" "-has, somehow, got a girlfriend." cheers and whistles sounded through the whole house, a few claps and a few laughs were also heard in the background. the mentioned girl covered her face with her hands in shame. her girlfriend beside her audibly laughed at her embarrassment, but stopped when she heard her own name.

"hanni," dana spoke again, "HANNI PHAM!!!" haerin shouted from the kitchen, "hanni pham." the girl on the mic nodded her head at the correction, "school's most wanted for her looks and personality, surrounded by boys waiting to court her, has officially started a relationship with none other than hwang y/n."

and now the cheers were even louder, and hanni covered her own face while jungwon let the loudest cackle of all. in the spaces between her fingers, y/n saw her girlfriend copying her actions. with a frown, she removed her own hands, "are you embarrassed to be dating me?"

hanni held her hands down a little lower to uncover her eyes and took notice of the pout on her girlfriend's lips. she gasped before giving her a quick peck on them, "never." which she immediately regret as she remembered that she was in the middle of all of her friends, who started shouting and woo-ing. "my eyes!" hyein yelled from who knows where.

it was 9:56 PM. there was people chatting, laughing and dancing everywhere. hyein had spent the last half hour trying to convince and pressure y/n into getting drunk. "c'mon y/n! one sip one hurt you!" she whined.

"yes, it will. my stomach is going to rip open from the inside and i will throw up blood." with the most plain expression, she looked at hyein in an attempt to scare her away, which to her surprised actually worked.

hyein just gave up, looked at her weird, and walked away.

"she's been gushing about wanting to see drunkieduo live all day." haerin came up next to y/n, "well, she's gonna have to wait until i'm of drinking age, because i'm not planning to get drunk any time soon." she said, turning around to face the younger girl, who seemed to be looking elsewhere.

haerin nodded her head indicating somewhere across the room- "seems like your girlfriend has other plans." -to hanni downing a can that definitely did not look like the tiger drink, but a can of beer from a brand that dana likes.

"oh... my god."

"yeah."

it was 10:42. the calm and groovy RnB music was nowhere to be heard, instead, replaced with jungwon's own kpop playlist. he was in the middle of the living room, busting it down to fiesta by iz*one.

hanni was sitting on a couch, too tired to dance and not yet drunk, but tipsy enough to feel a headache. or maybe it was something else that made her head hurt.

maybe it was the strange expressions her girlfriend was making to haerin, who was dancing right in front of her. DM by fromis_9 started playing next. hanni knows y/n loves that song, haerin likes it too. it seemed like haerin was making those weird expressions right back at her partner.

they laughed as they danced. hanni always liked her girlfriend's laugh, it was cheerful and always instantly made her smile, well, maybe not this time. maybe because it wasn't a laugh that was directed at her.

but y/n had already told her, the time they were dressed up in those cute animal suits, that she didn't like haerin. not as more than a friend, not in a romantic way, not like how she liked hanni. y/n isn't haerin's girlfriend, for god's sake! she's hanni's.

she's hanni's.

said girl shook of her thoughts, she shouldn't be thinking this. she tried convincing herself it was just the alcohol talking.y/n is just dancing with her friend, she's just playing around. so why did hanni feel like this everytime she was with haerin? it's not like haerin was going to steal y/n.

sure, they had played around before with endearing terms and all, but after the news broke out about hanni and y/n, she had stopped, not wanting to cross any boundaries. haerin was happy for her friends and respected their relationship.

if anything, hanni was being silly at the moment. sillier than those silly winks y/n sent to her friend, sillier than those silly laughs they shared everytime someone messed up the choreography, sillier than those silly moves the original dance had clearly not planned to be so... flirty?

hanni had enough of it. she stood up from the empty couch, maybe a little too quick as she had to balance herself for a few seconds. she walked up to y/n and despite the loud music coming from the speaker, she leaned in her ear and said "meet me outside for a bit."

y/n felt a shiver down her spine. ah shit, what did i do? she thought.

haerin, who watched the whole interaction happen, looked at hanni, then back at y/n. she wasn't able to hear a thing she said, but based off the look y/n suddenly had on her faced, she had got an idea of what was about to got down.

"haha! you're fucked."

"haerin, shut the fuck up."

the girl hurriedly followed the shorter outside, opening the sliding door to the backyard, or at least trying to as she apparently didn't know how sliding doors worked. a few tries later she realized she had to press down the lock and then slide.

when she finally stepped outside, she found her girlfriend waiting with her back on the wall, the lighting of a street lamp a few meters away shined on her face. she looked so pretty, but that wasn't something she should be concerned about right now.

"hey," y/n walked up to her a little carefully, "what's up?"

hanni went from staring holes on the ground to staring holes on y/n's face. she noticed how she visibly tensed up, it was an ego boosting sight to see, in a way, but hanni also felt a little bad for making her feel that way over something so small.

"why are you doing that with haerin." straight to the point! fierce...

"doing what?" the taller asked, confused.

"you know, those stupid faces and- and moves and shit, i don't know..." she answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. ah...

wink!

with the same confused face, y/n sent a wink towards hanni.

hanni frowned in confusion and bewilderment (in reality, she was just trying to hold down a smile.)

having no verbal response, y/n winked again.

wink wonk!

"okay, what the hell are you doing?" hanni started to smirk, which was actually just a little smile threatening to appear any second.

"the stupid faces but to you." y/n smiled, trying to cheer up the girl in front of her.

"you're fucking stupid." the smile had now fully formed on hanni's lips, betraying her own words.

"you're cute."

hanni gave up, she couldn't keep up the act. she had to hug her girlfriend immediately.

so she did! making the taller giggle as hanni buried her face on her neck in defeat.

"don't be jealous, nini." y/n brushed down the shorter's hair as they hugged, "i'd never give you up for anything, i really like you, you know?"

hanni could only feel sorry for making a scene over nonsense, "how much?" muffled by her face on the other's shoulder, she asked almost threateningly.

"enough to annoy jungwon and jihyo everytime i talk about you."

hanni hugged tighter, "i like you too." y/n giggled, feeling unreasonably shy at her own girlfriend's words. "i'm sorry for getting jealous."

"it's okay. you're pretty when you're mad."

"shut the hell up."

y/n laughed as hanni pulled away. "let's get back before the others think we're making out." the shorter said.

"we're not going to?"

"and we won't ever get to if you don't get your ass inside."

y/n sprinted to open the door and go inside.

it's 11:28. hanni is getting drunk as fuck, hammered if you will.

why, you ask? because... well, no one really knows why. maybe it was peer pressure, maybe it was for fun. all we know is that no one really cared because half the group was also drunk.

"look how the turns have tabled." hyein, next to y/n, blurted out, watching the scene of hanni downing another plastic vase of beer unfold.

masterlist | next | bonus!

— y/n is most definitely not immune to pretty girls, and hanni is very pretty. she begs for one chance, but when it's given, what will she do?

## taglist ! @lcv3lies @yourwife @haerpins @rosielover69 @luvkait @lizseos @gojosrug @xuimhao @captivq @yumtooki @ahnneyong @seeju @sserajeans @phamminji @llluvbluy @sserafimez @misumiausworld @lostamoeba @archerheejin @skisk1 @giginings @falling-intoo-deep @jenaissantesworld @txtbrainrot @luvrsxt ...

#newjeans x reader #hanni x reader #newjeans smau #hanni smau #newjeans #p!phn

[statementlou]

why do you think louis said this might be the only time he plays at the hollywood bowl? do you reckon it might be because his tickets sales aren’t going well and he was told that it won’t be possible to book venues like these next tour? that made me kinda sad :((

every day I get asks being like "do you think [random thing that happened in the last 24 hours] is because Louis' ticket sales are so bad?" and it's obviously just annoying harries with nothing better to do than try to make people unhappy (TPWK!!!) and maybe they're just getting cleverer here and have tricked me, but this sounds like it might actually be a person who they are getting to with this garbage and have made unhappy so fine, I'll bite-

Louis' ticket sales are going FINE!!!! He is playing great shows every night and is on target for the tour he has booked and everything he's doing is completely sustainable and if nothing changes (which it will, for the bigger; he has been picking up more fans every year) he can keep touring like this (and playing these venues) indefinitely! The idea that every show that doesn't sell out is a failure is made up and makes no sense- if every show sold out there would be people who wanted to give them money but were unable to do so. That is not how capitalism (and growing your fanbase) work for any working musicians outside the top .00001% biggest in the world! If your venues sell out, then next time you book bigger ones, and you keep doing that until you hit a size where it doesn't sell out so everyone can buy buy buy those tickets. I can't know for sure why Louis said what he said; but he is constantly in disbelief that things are going as well as they are for him and while this album and tour especially he seems to have finally started to believe we really do like what he does and aren't going anywhere, I think that's still there and that's what I heard with that. I mean also it could be next time he plays LA he ends up in an equal size but less iconic venue and booking never lines up with that space again or something, for all I know it's really hard to get on their schedule. Hollywood Bowl is a historic and renowned venue and Louis was excited to play on a stage that has hosted so many famous people and moments and was trying to be in the moment and appreciate it (as he has been focused on making an effort to do lately) because the future is a mystery and anything that is ever happening might never come around again, but I don't think it's cause for concern.

#I've been a fan of Louis for a long time and there were definitely times when that meant being sad and worried #and it wasn't just fun and good times. #so I wouldn't tell someone who was having these stresses oh if you're unhappy just go! or anything like that #I get it #but also these days for me it's just JOY for him things are going SO WELL and it makes me sad #to see people missing out on that because they're listening to the gloom and doom squad #what do people get out of catastrophizing everything? always finding something to worry about and then telling other people #they should also worry about it? let alone making them feel guilty if they don't #it seems like a terrible way to live #and I'm sorry for the fans who are being negatively effected by these sour people #blah blah blah

[cybernetic-panda]

Okay so I finally got the spell slots to write my first little fanfic! Any feedback is appreciated andddd whatever else!

It's been a year since the events of the movie. Orm traveled for a while but still wanted to grow his familial connection with Arthur and Atlanna. Arthur has a friend relatively nearby to the lighthouse. Allowing space between the two brothers, but Orm is close enough for Arthur to tap his guidance. 

Noelle works as a blacksmith. She sells stuff online and travels for conventions, is obsessed with Atlantis weaponry and armor. Met Arthur when he was younger training with Dafoe Char and begged to see his cool ass weapon. Is a metahuman essentially like a wyvern. Her scales are bronze she can withstand high temperatures and can hold her breath for 60 minutes. (Like a water dragon essentially) Functions okay in society mostly wears under armor to cover the scales that show on her limbs and makeup on her face. 

The high point of Noelle's year was finally being able to get her hands on Atlanis scrap metal. After nagging Arthur for years she'd finally got the best gift from him. Well, not so much from him but telling his fantastic mother, Atlanna, what she wanted to make. Low and behold not less than 24 hours later Arthur presented himself at her workshop with a beautiful haul. 

"Can't believe you complained to my mom Noe." He huffed throwing down the sack of metal. "I was gonna get to it eventually."

Humming Noelle nodded and started to sort through her new treasure trove. "Christmas is right around the corner Arthur. I can't make Orm's gift with the shit I have here, it had to be from Atlantian metal." She pauses and turns to give him a stern look. "If you had gotten the scraps I asked for I dunno, fifteen years ago when I started asking I would've been done AND been able to make you kickass weapons for those last couple big bad fights you've had. So swim off my friend I will see you in three weeks, as you still took your sweet time I have to work straight to the day of to make Orm's gift."

Arthur breaks out in a grin and begins to walk away."I expect a cool gift too this year! And a fucking kickass weapon for Junior!"

"Of course, I'm making Juniors' first trident, I'm the royal blacksmith!" Noelle quipped back without looking at him.

"Yeah still gotta go through "official" channels for that, still hell ya!"

-Fast Forward Three Weeks-

"Sorry for being late! Doing some finishing touches." Out of breath, Noelle breached the front door of the lighthouse. 

Tom was the first welcoming face Noelle catches. "Don't fret you're not late, just finishing up Junior opening presents first.' Wrapping his arm around Atlanna he places a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Heard we'll be seeing something impressive from you this evening." 

Laughing awkwardly "Well I certainly hope so, if it's okay I wanna give Orm my gift really quick. Don't think I can wait another second! I wrapped it and whatnot but I'm excited to see him open it." Tom motioned to the back porch where Orm and Arthur were having what looked like a heated debate. "Thank you!" Noelle placed her bag of gifts to the side and clutching the weapon case proceeded to the backdoor.

"You cannot just allow anyone to come into Atlantis if they beat you in an arm wrestling match. That one makes no sense, two is not a basis for immigration or visitation. I agreed with you in revealing Atlantis to the surface world, but I cannot agree with such a pufferfish-brained idea!" Orm finishes his tangent with a huff and runs his hand through his hair. Looking up he spots Noelle coming out and unfurrows his brow. "Noelle tell Arthur that flexing his muscles at everything is not the answer." 

Chuckling Noelle breaks into a large grin, "You know he's joking Orm. I mean if it's the same 'arm wrestle to barter, debate, etc.' idea he had when he was seventeen then I assume he's joking." Turning to Arthur Noelle cocks her head questioningly. "Ruffling his feathers again for fun?"

Getting up from where he was leaning on the railing, putting his hands up in a defensive manner, "Ya got me! I already took your notes for an ideal visitation selection and immigration policy for surface dwellers and Atlannians. Still working on conditions for both to visit safely, but eh ya know nerd stuff. Anyway, I'm gonna head inside and let you kids enjoy a moment.' Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Orm and Noelle, Arthur sauntered back in the house. 

"Alllll right well whatever on that. Orm! I have a Christmas gift for you!." Noelle thrusts the case on Orm with an oomph! and began to watch him with giddy anticipation. 

Orm takes a second to recover and evaluate the case in front of him, as he does Noelle not being able to contain her giddiness starts to describe the case.

"SO I was thinking of a combination of land and sea, you'll notice them with the whole gift. The case is made of a couple of layers of driftwood and I got your mom to help with the Atlantian Script."  Orm runs his hands over the Orm Marius etched into the box and smiles. He places the case on the railing has his carefully opens the case. As he opens the case completely his breath catches in his throat and he freezes. Sensing some confusion Noelle steps closer and continues her description. 

"So all royals have a trident annndd yours broke so ta-da! The handle is made from a piece of your mother's original trident Arthur was able to find. And then.." Noelles' voice fades away as Orm focuses on each inch of the trident. After a moment he finally starts to grasp the the weapon with both hands to take it out of its case. Miracously its feels like an extension of himself, the weight of the weapon feels right. When moving his hands a bit more something catches his right hand he lifts it up closer and sees inscribed on the handle in Altantian 'OceanMaster'. Noelle's voice fades back in," I had put OceanMaster because ya know I think it fits you in the way you've Mastered the ocean and are an advisor to the King of the Oceans. I can buff it out if it is too much." Noelle nervously sways back and forth on her heels looking down and waiting for some form of answer.

"I accept." Orm finally replies after what feels like hours. Noelle looks up in confusion as Orm gingerly leans the trident on the railing swings around picks up Noelle in a bridal carry. "I accept your proposal and will be honored to be your husband. I'm sorry I have nothing prepared in return." He kisses her tenderly on her lips as she still processes what he's saying. "However," He leans in close to whisper, "I can certainly make it up to you when we go home this evening." 

#orm marius #orm x reader #prince orm #aquaman 2 #aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #little blurbs that keep playing inmy mind #patrick wilson

[jcinkbabble]

Yo Fox. Are you done now?

TW for self harm/suicide urges and alcoholism. If you can't handle that, please don't read.

There is a painful irony in making a blog like this, in order to call out the harassment campaigns harming people offline, only to be targeted by one myself. The past 24 hours have been pretty educational on just how people react to attempts to change things.

I think this ask perfectly exemplifies it. After a barrage of hate on Tattler, the messages in my inbox, and the asks I've gotten in less than 12 hours, I think making me "done" was the point.

But I am, yes, because after tonight, I need to put the people around me first.

I still believe in a space like this. I still believe in positivity, in change, in doing good. However, the result of just 12 hours was me almost breaking my sobriety. There are bottles of alcohol downstairs right now that I want, that would numb the pain of this. But I am almost 2 years sober, and I fought to stay this way, so I will. The result of the past 12 hours is me remembering where every knife is in this house, and knowing what I could do with them. But I swore off self harm years ago, so many I've lost track, and I won't break that now. And finally, the result of the last 12 hours is knowing exactly how many ways I could kill myself, so no one in this house would have the ability to save me.

To the people sending me threats, wishes of harm, and gleeful desires that I suffer... Y'all are just not okay, are you? I know that pain. I remember being on top of the world, the one doing the hurting, the accusations. It felt good. It made the pain I felt go away, but only when I won. So I had to keep "winning". Which, really translates to just hurting people. Over and over and over until everyone's scared of me, and I feel powerful.

Then I realized that's a shitty fucking high to chase, and all.

I know I made myself a target. I did this to myself. I have no problem accepting that. I'm stubborn, headstrong, and want to make a change for good. I believe honest discussion can make positive change. I still do believe that, but I'm not gonna sit here and continue to let myself and others be harmed for that change.

Yes, anon, I am done now. I know you feel proud of this. I know this is a victory for you. You never really understood that I was never unreachable. You saw me in IC. You knew me. You could have messaged me, talked to me. You could have approached me with your concerns, your frustrations, any response to anything I've said. You chose Tattler, then acted like you had no choice but to sling hate there and in my inbox. Like I made you do that.

But I can tell you right now, not a single one of you has ever approached me about the things said on Tattler tonight, or in my inbox. My first and only intro to the issues an anon stranger has with me, were hate. Hate vitriolic enough to put me on the phone with a crisis line, hate vitriolic to make someone who has endured quite a bit of trauma, flinch this hard. I'm pretty sturdy, but tonight reminded me of the power of hate. Of malice, of gleefully inflicting pain.

You didn't want anything but to drive me - someone you've never interacted with - off the internet and keep Tattler open. I hope you can admit it to yourself. And maybe ask why you chose that route.

I have people relying on me offline. As much as I love the idea of this blog, and want to change things, I can't put them on the backburner for it. And I can't risk my own mental health like this, because they rely on me. Like I told someone else recently, don't stick your hand on the hot stove. You know you're just going to be burned. It's not worth it.

Maybe this blog will make a comeback. Maybe not. Who knows? Maybe some of y'all will make your own, and do a hell of a lot better than I ever did. But if you wanted to make me ashamed, scared, and small, I'm sorry. You failed.

I'm not ashamed. I'm not afraid of you. And if you want to talk to me, I'm right here. Fox Lokison, friends. Come have a chat. I'll still be around, chatting about things. But you'll have to come off anon to actually reach me.

I've posted the last of the positive asks so y'all can reblog and interact with them, because I feel like they're discussions worth having. The people coming here to do good should get their chance at being heard. Turning off anon asks now, though. For all the decent asks, there's multiple bad ones.

To Tattler - your blog has hurt a lot of people. And while I know some of your followers think it's deserved, tonight I almost took my life over the crime of opening a blog criticizing your blog, because of the hate you allowed on your platform, and the people coming from it, into my inbox. I do wonder what crime would have deserved that end. I wonder what you'll do if your blog does push someone past the threshold.

Let's hope none of us find out.

#admin answers

[tlouramblings]

The Truth Flashback Part 3 (Finale)

A rant/break down about this flashback scene from the the second game.

Part 1, Part 2

Ellie is absolutely devastated when she finds out the truth.

She has to sit down because she's so shocked, and she just starts sobbing.

Less than 24 hours ago she had been under the impression that Joel had taken her out of the hospital peacefully because the tests didn't work.

Now finding out that she was suppose to die to save the world, that there would've could've been a cure.

Then learning Joel killed a whole hospital full of people just to save her.

People who were just trying to save the world.

She also realizes he killed Marlene. The only connection she had to her mother.

She goes back and forth from putting her hand over her eyes and then over her heart while shaking.

Joel has no idea what to do and goes silent. How do you comfort the person you care about the most, while you're the reason for their pain? He tries to offer a comforting hand, but that completely backfires.

Ellie immediately flinches at his touch and springs up. It's like he knocked her back to reality.

The betrayal she felt here. She trusted him more than anyone, and at one point he was all she had.

And he took advantage of that and lied to her for years.

The man who wanted nothing to do with her when they first met. The man who tried to leave her with his brother. The man who was just suppose to drop her off and go on with his life.

That man chose her over the world.

Also realizing that the trauma she went through getting to the hospital wasn't initially for nothing. Joel made it for nothing.

She watched Tess get infected and sacrifice her final moments so there could be a cure.

Then she saw Sam, another kid, get infected and have to be killed by his own brother. Followed up by watching Henry take his own life out of grief.

She had to kill people at 14.

And then everything that happened that winter- she latched on to the cure more than ever.

She needed her immunity to mean something.

And he took that from her.

So she screams at him.

They've both yelled at each other before, but this is different, Ellie has never had such anger in her voice.

For the last few years Ellie felt as if there was something wrong with her.

She knew something was wrong with her when she got bit and survived. Then again when Joel told her that the fireflies tests were useless.

She thought that she was defective.

Then to realize that the wasn't true, that the tests never took place, that there was a chance to save people- All the pain and self hatred Ellie has been feeling for the past few years quickly turns into anger.

Anger at Joel.

It was never her fault like she thought. It was his.

Ellie calms down just a tiny bit and weighs out her options. She's so mad she never wants to see him again. So does she leave? No. Because going back on her word would be lying, and lying would make her just like him, and she doesn't want to be like him.

She keeps her word about staying in Jackson since he told her the truth, but she's so furious she never wants to see him again.

She can't believe he was able to look her in the eyes everyday after what he did and lie about it.

So she cuts him off. Ends everything.

He can never betray her again, and no one else will die by him protecting her.

I wonder how long Joel stood there for.

Did he get back on his horse and follow her from a distance? Just to make sure she got back okay.

Or was he just stuck there paralyzed? As he just got cut off by the person he cared the most for. She had been distancing herself from him for a while, but he still held out hope and tried to mend their relationship.

He never meant to cause her any pain. He just couldn’t lose another daughter. Especially to a cause that wasn’t guaranteed.

He also couldn’t let a fourteen year old make that big of a decision. The entire year he was with her his goal was to keep her alive. He couldn’t just quit.

He can handle her hating him as long as she stays in Jackson. As long as he can be assured she’s in the safe in the town everyday. That she’s getting a chance to live the life they tried to take from her.

#I completely agree with Joel’s decision #there was so much wrong with how the fireflies would of done the procedure #but ellies emotions are completely valid #poor girl had ptsd/depression/survivors guilt all at 17 #breakdown series #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #tlou 2 #the last of us hbo #the last of us part 2 spoilers #tlou 2 spoilers #pedro pascal #bella ramsey #troy baker #ashley johnson

[megamindsupremacy]

So you have a reverse Robin au and a reverse billy au (adult William & kid marvel). What about Danny phantom? how would you reverse it?

Okay, so. The thing with Danny Phantom is that, unlike the DCU, it's a much more contained universe with waaay fewer characters. Which makes things easier and harder. So I have two options (with suboptions) for age reversing

Option 1.1: Danny and Jazz switch ages (Danny Dies)

Danny is Jazz's older brother trying very hard to parent her while their parents work 24/7. He's not doing Great but by god he's trying his absolute best. This is his little sister we're talking about, he'd kill a god for her. Jazz is a mini-genius, Danny is also a genius but his academic performance is shit because he's preoccupied at all hours of the day with a) trying to give Jazz any semblance of a normal childhood and b) trying to make sure she doesn't notice just how uhh different? different her childhood actually is. The important part here is that Danny is trying really really hard but also failing.

Danny works a lot with Jack and Maddie in the lab here, they finally started letting him help out with their research/engineering mid-freshman year and so he's less skeptical than he is in canon. They get the portal built the summer before his senior year.

The portal accident goes similar to how it does in canon except Danny actually knows how it works here. Sam and Tucker were over to hang out but Danny is like "FIVE MORE MINUTES" trying to fix the ghost portal to surprise his parents when they return. Then he dies rest in peace. So now Danny is afflicted with senioritis, eldest daughter syndrome, and Dead, and he is having a Bad Time. He's trying to take care of Jazz, fight off the ghosts invading their town, ward off his parents' suspicions, work through internalized ghost bigotry (because he fully believed everything his parents said about ghosts, he had no reason not to), and try to graduate high school. I have no plot here just Danny's Havin A Bad Time Vibes

(everything else under the readmore because i'm having thoughts)

Option 1.2: Danny and Jazz switch ages (Jazz Dies)

Same living situation as above. Danny gets an A++ for effort and a C- for performance with the Eldest Daughter Syndrome (gender neutral)

Here, Jazz, as the resident friendless child prodigy alienated from her peers because of the autism because she doesn't know how to connect with other students, is the one to go to the lab. Danny, Jack, and Maddie are mutually devastated the portal didn't work, they're all out of the house that night. Jazz is like "I can definitely fix the ghost portal they can't turn on!" She's like fully in the wiring, trying to figure out if red cord goes to green or blue, when she connects the wrong two wires and gets got.

Jazz manages to hide her Death from her family for a while. Instead of her first ghost being the Lunch Lady, it's Spectra, which first shakes up and then really solidifies Jazz's intention to study psychology. Jazz is less chill than in canon because less responsibilities+half dead+brain is four years less developed+same amounts of Very Smart, so in the beginning shes like. A tightly compressed ball of rage psychologically torturing every classmate who was ever an asshole to her. Then Spectra happens and she mellows out a Tiny bit. She is a very "work smarter not harder" kinda ghost fighter- she makes the ghosts fight each other, she bullies the ghosts into backing down, she makes ghost hunters fight the ghosts, she convinces the ghosts to not attack, but she rarely goes out and actually starts punching.

Danny finds out really early on (he's kinda overbearing with taking care of her) and he becomes her guy in the chair type. He makes it so their parent's weapons don't target her, he tries to ward off suspicions, he's doing everything.

Option 1.2.1: Option 1.2: Danny and Jazz switch ages (Jazz Dies)

Same everything as above except Danny doesn't figure out Jazz dies ever and instead of Jack and Maddie being the ones to hunt the new ghost terrorizing the town, it's Danny. Jack and Maddie are too invested in squeezing every last bit of data and information they can from the ghost portal, they don't have time for no ghost hunting. Danny is like, fully the villain of the story for a season and a half and it's horrible because Jazz knows how much Danny loves her and tries to help her in every way in her human form but he absolutely hates her ghost half and tries to kill ("kill") her daily.

#mads posts #DP age reversal #thats not as catchy as reverse robins #hmmm gotta brainstorm that one #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #i should make an ask tag #man i havent thought of the reverse billy au i should go back to it