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sparrowrye · 2 months

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 4

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 4: forever tied

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Whispers filled my ears. They turned into moans, morphed into wails, and pierced my eardrums with screams. The terrified faces circled me and their cloudy claws passed through my body. I couldn't breathe and my entire body was frozen in place. I couldn't move.

Striker's yellow eyes popped open. His smile emerged and glinted in the light. He wrapped his claws around my throat and a horrible collection of wails escaped his open jaws as they came down on my face.

I shot up with a yell. I clutched my chest as my eyes scanned the dim room. Everything was so still that I could see the dust drifting to the floor. There was nothing and no one here. My heart was still pounding in my ears as I stretched out my magic sense. Alastor was already downstairs but it had felt like he had been in my room only moments ago.

I let out a sigh and fell back into my bed. I had been having a ski load nightmare every now and then. It was making me concerned that I was having repeated dreams now.

I stretched in an effort to release the adrenaline. That's when I noticed a plate on the bedside table with three small cubes of meat. My mouth immediately started to water but I hesitated. He had been in my room. Why did he leave them, though? What was in them? Another mind drug of some kind? Something else?

I couldn't resist though and, sitting up, I ate one of the cubes and got myself ready for the day. When nothing happened, aside from the satisfying feeling of my cravings disappearing, I ate the other two. I found Husker in the kitchen and asked about the plate. He shrugged and also found it odd that Alastor had left them for me.

It took only two days for me to realize Alastor was putting distance between us. Training sessions stopped and he wouldn't try to touch me. It actually became rare for us to be in the same room. Had I worn him out? Was something about to happen? Was he keeping his distance to see if I would chase after him for that rush of energy when we touched?

Regardless of his reasons, I was happy to have a break from him. My chest felt lighter and I found myself spending more and more time in the Safe Haven. I would help where I could but most of the time I just watched everything and everyone. Vivian, our teacher, had a schedule for the children that allowed them time inside learning and outside playing. When we spoke, she had mentioned how surprised she was that she needed to teach them social skills and basic things about our world. I reminded her that most of them could only remember being trapped in cages and only allowed out when they had to fight. Manners weren't a thing.

Fights were still a common thing among the young children. The teenagers were able to ignore that instinct, for the most part, but the younger ones were not used to settling their problems with words rather than fists. When I first began watching the lessons, I thought Vivian would need help stopping these fights. Though it took only seconds for her to pull them apart and sit them back in their seats. She was a kind, quiet woman but she didn't play around when it came to these petty fights. As good as I was at stopping the older folks fight, she was fantastic at preventing most of them before they happened.

Althea was much like me in the observing and watching aspect. She sat on the steps to her hut and watched the construction. We had been fortunate enough that most injuries were minor but every now and then someone would get sick and a few others would follow. She was able to keep the sickness from spreading and made them feel better by the next day. I noticed her hair was turning a bright green at her roots, telling me that she had a different hair color hiding underneath the black dye.

The Safe Haven was now called the Hazbin Haven, serving as a tribute and show of respect for Charlie's hotel. The princess was all over the place, seemingly never still or resting. I caught Vaggie having to forcefully pull her away from a project to make her sleep.

Alastor brought the journalist, Spencer, to the haven to take a picture of what had been built already. The man kept himself as small as possible as he walked beside Alastor. It wasn't until a few minutes after they had been talking that Spencer seemed to stand taller and had a genuine smile on his face. What were they talking about?

It wasn't until Spencer started taking pictures with an old camera that I finally figured out why Alastor was talking to him so much. They had a common interest - old technology. Alastor brought him back to his old print shop once he had finished. From how long he was taking, I could guess he was making sure everything in the article was perfect.

As the days went on, I found myself spending more and more time with Althea and Vivian. I ate dinner with everyone in the grand hall but usually sat with the two women instead of Charlie's group. Husker made it a point to have breakfast with me every morning after my comment awhile back. It felt good to spend time with just him again.

A meeting with Charlie revealed that we had far more humans than Demons at the haven. She failed at recruiting more of the overpopulated Demons from Hell. No one wanted anything to do with the Radio Demon. It didn't make sense, though, considering that they were more likely to be murdered if they didn't belong to the haven that the princess of Hell was running.

So Charlie started paying close attention to social media and the news. She would listen for the scheduled executions for Demons and ask me to go with her to save them. These publicized executions had disappeared on this side of the continent but was still a wide practice elsewhere.

I should've known our luck would run out soon.

Charlie teleported us just outside a city. We scouted the buildings to find where the Demons were being held until their execution. It was well past midnight and very dark with a new moon. They were scheduled to die in four hours.

I waited on the roof with Charlie as Vaggie and a few others went into the jailhouse. My senses were on high alert and something in the air felt off. For a big city, it was awfully quiet. Usually cities this big had officers walking through the streets.

"Something's wrong," I said to Charlie. I stretched out my magic sense to Husker and the others but they seemed fine. They were still moving around and no fear was emitting from anyone.

Husker opened the door and a collection of officers had the entrance circled in an instant. Their guns cocked and the tips pointed right at his chest. Half the group was already outside but not a single gun went off yet.

I wasn't going to let it. I ran across the roof and glided into the center of the circle. I casted a huge gust of wind right as I landed, throwing everyone off their feet. I whipped my wings up and back so the dust dispersed faster. I looked and felt bigger, my shadow covering the bewildered faces. I noticed a few of them escaped down the closest street.

"Fire!" the captain yelled. I curled my claws inward and the tips of their rifles bent upwards. Some of them backfired painfully. The group began to disperse as the captain screamed and ordered them to stand their ground.

I slowly paced towards the captain. He dropped his rifle and pulled a smaller one from his hip. I casted it out of his grip with a flick of my fingers. I needed only to take a few more steps before he ran down a street after his men.

I noticed onlookers from the surrounding buildings. Many of them had their phones out recording me. I really hoped this wouldn't do more damage than good.

When I turned on my heels to face the group, I noticed a look of awe on some of their faces. There was a mix of various horns, tails, feathers, fur, and more. I stayed in my Demon form as I approached the group. Husker and I touched claws before he took the lead down the street. I brought up the rear, helping an injured mother carrying a newborn baby. Was this city really going to kill a baby?

Charlie was ecstatic about having more Demons around. Althea had her hands full healing pressing injuries from when they had been forcefully taken and imprisoned.

I kept my distance and watched from afar, content on the flat roof of one of the new buildings. Some of the current residents had woken up from the commotion and came out to see what was happening. Many of the current Demons came to meet the newcomers, happy to have more people like themselves.

My ear twitched at the sound of Alastor's shadow work. I remained in my sitting position and listened to the tap of his boots and cane. His presence was around my shields but not up against it like usual.

"Something on your mind?" His radio filter buzzed in my ear.

"Just thinking." I pulled one leg up to rest my chin on it.

"About?"

I was silent for a moment. "We're trying to help people but it's our fault for them needing it in the first place."

"What do you mean?" I heard him shift his feet to look at me completely.

"If we hadn't made a broadcast about Demon-kind, they might still be okay to live their life without fear."

"They would have to hide their true nature their entire life. What life is that to live?"

"Better than being hunted by everyone and forced to live somewhere else." I scratched at a spot near my foot.

"You ought to spend more time with Charlie," he said, "She talks endlessly about how happy some folks are. You seem to always be involved in the disputes."

I stretched my hearing to listen to the conversations. The mother I had been helping was thanking Charlie repeatedly. The others were talking to current residents about believing they would never see the light of day again. They were actually happy?

"You seem to be distant lately," I ventured, changing the subject. I kept my eyes focused on the group instead of his sharp smile.

"Does that bother you?" He cocked his head to the side.

"It's out of character for you. Is there a reason?"

"Not in particular." He rubbed his claws together. "Rosie has been asking of you. She wants to see you again."

"That would be nice." I heard little whispers and tilted my head to look up at him.

"Hm?" He caught my quick turn.

"Nothing. Thought I heard something." I continued to watch the group from afar. It took me a minute before I realized Alastor was in my head again. I hadn't felt him push through my shields. He was just a cool presence almost blending with mine.

Surprising myself, I let my own presence become more mailable and smaller, allowing him to cover entirely and meld with me. I followed his magic trail and wound my way into his own mindscape. Well, it wasn't his mindscape—more like his memories.

I could see him and Spencer bent over the first article. Then I could see him watching me and Husker from the upstairs window. It faded to him and Rosie talking in her store. I could hear this conversation plain as day, as if he was also visiting it and letting it play out.

I felt my heart drop in my stomach. He did have a reason for keeping his distance. He had started his plan to 'treat me nicely' so I would actually care about him. It jumped to previous conversations with Rosie and if my mouth was working, it was hanging open.

He was trying to strengthen our connection so he could test out its abilities and limits. He didn't actually want to have a connection, he just wanted me to be at his level enough to make it strong. It was all a trick, all manipulation. I wasn't hurt or surprised. I knew he was a manipulative freak but it made me angry.

My distaste wobbled the connection. I was harshly thrown back to my own mind and the back of my head hit the edge of the roof.

"Don't ever do that again!" he snapped. He was bent forward and his knees locked. His antlers had stretched out as his eyes darkened to the red dials.

As he stood up I shoved him back with my legs. He stumbled and his tentacles came up to pin my legs to the roof. He dusted off his chest where I had pushed him and stalked towards me.

"You won't succeed!" I yelled, making him pause. "I'll make sure you never taste the feeling of our power. I'm not a tool to be used."

"You are a headache," he hissed, curling a red claw near my face.

"I'm not the one manipulating someone for my own benefit."

"If you actually worked with me this would be easier for both of us."

I sliced my claws through his tentacles and they faded into shadows. We both stood up simultaneously. "Have you forgotten how you started this? How you kidnapped me, how you treated me, how you drugged me." I was expecting him to take a step back as I advanced but he didn't. I let myself grow slightly bigger so I was almost at his eye level. "You invade my personal space and my mind. Why would I want to work with you?"

His smile didn't fade, his eyes narrowing and his presence wrapping around me. This one felt hot and heavy, dangerously claustrophobic. He said, "I have been incredibly patient and kind with you." I scoffed, taking a step back to put distance again. "I could have you back in a cage in a dark basement. No one would ever know where you were and no one would ever come looking. You'd be trapped down there for eternity. Yet I have not done that. I have provided you with a bed, clothes, food, and recently an incredible amount of freedom. If our fates were not tied, you would not be alive."

"But we are." I used my Human form and slowly stepped toward him. "Our souls are forever tied. We may even be powerful together, but unless you can treat me with even just the basic amount of respect, nothing will come of it." My legs were dangersouly close to visibly shaking and my palms were wet with sweat. I felt like I was dangling myself over the jaws of a bear trap, not sure when or if I will fall into it.

My airways started to close. I fought against his magic to reopen them but he was much stronger. I collapsed to my knees as the lack of oxygen took all my energy. I tried so hard to just breathe. He couldn't kill me but this was dangerous.

"Your lack of respect towards me does not warrant more on my end." He stepped close so his boots almost touched my hands. I fell onto my elbows and eventually my back. The corners of my vision were getting darker, zoning in on his terrifying face. "I'm the one in control. Until you've reached my level, which I expect to take centuries, that fact will always remain."

My airways opened up just enough for me to get a little more oxygen. I rolled onto my elbows in an effort to stand, though it was in vain. He bent down and pulled my chin up so I was forced to look him in the eyes.

"You are mine for eternity." The venom in his voice wasn't as sharp but the threat was still there. "This will work in my favor one way or another. I'm gracing you with the opportunity to choose how in which that happens." He let go of my face and my airways opened. I sucked in the sweet, cold air as he disappeared into the shadows.

I thought I had this handled.

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Author's Note:

Ooooooh to have Alastor say 'you are mine for eternity' :P

#alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #hazbin husk #reqs open #hazbin hotel husk #demi demon

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delphinus-dancer · 6 months

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A deep dive into a swan lake and flipping the (metaphorical, sadly) bird:

A Mihaly-centric view of JD 2024 story mode

(because they’re my favorite and I’ve thought about this way too much over the past few days weeks) Spoilers for JD 24 in the almost-essay under the cut, including some images!

Starting off with Mihaly’s first appearance in the story mode in Canned Heat, it seems like not too much time has passed since the end of jd23- Sara seems to be at the same party, Jack still at the tower, etc. (how Brezziana got to the beach that fast and had a workout class is something I’m going to guess was preplanned before everything went down).

We can assume this would be the first time Mihaly’s come back to their room since then (which makes the idea of Wanderlust FaceTiming everyone like 5 minutes after they left even funnier). Of course there’s the shot of Mihaly ripping the poster off the wall, which probably puts their feelings into words better than anything else within an E10 rating. <Side note: I don’t know much on lore but does the setting mean there’s a chance they’re from Eternyx? Both maps started in dark crowd/nighttime so wasn’t sure if confirmed or not>

While Sara has the spot pretty much clinched for a Night Swan’s foil, Mihaly is a really close second. This shot literally puts it into perspective- Mihaly’s color scheme has as many color elements of Master Panda’s (shirt/jacket/foot wraps) as it does Night Swan’s (hair-that-perfectly-matches-the-poster/ gold of headphones and glasses/pants). Their dance style also overlaps moreso with hers than the other dancers, with the precision and technique of their moves, from the footwork and leaps of Rather Be to the dramatic powerful motions of their Swan Lake part. It’s pretty obvious who the song is directed to, and what makes the song so interesting compared to their last story mode one is how loose it feels. This is unlike their usual technical style because of the connection to Night Swan with the control demanded of certain moves that they’ve presumably mastered- maybe they were fueled by a desire to achieve her success. Regardless, the song and emotion fueled, less ‘perfect’ dance lets Mihaly basically flip the bird at Night Swan’s corrupted idea of perfection. Either way, it culminates in them achieving a new high in their training with channeling their ‘true’ inspiration of the (master) panda. Although they retain most of their same costume after sort of becoming a furry?, a noticeable change is that the black leggings are understandably switched to something looser- but to the navy color of master panda instead of Mihaly’s black.

What’s also interesting is that the specific point Night Swan interrupts Mihaly’s song isn’t at the beginning like Brezziana/Sara/Jack’s or the very end like Wanderlust, but at the climax of their journey for the song. Not only does this imply that she may have been watching the entire time but choose to interfere later, but she is also the only character to see the Panda form before Swan Lake.

As Night Swan basically invades Mihaly’s //mind/headspace/flowspace?/no idea on the lore// they initially try to fight her off, but unlike Brezziana in her map, don’t fight until the end. Although Mihaly themselves wasn’t being corrupted like the background coaches in Brezziana’s map, they still let themselves, in a sense, lose a more internal battle to Night Swan as they leave the metaphorical and literal height of their understanding and power in the Flow and come back to the real world.

This then takes us straight into Swan Lake, which is really interesting for the Night Swan/Mihaly interactions and how they compare to the other dancers. Although from a format standpoint it makes sense for the movements in the bridge to be different, there are more differences too.

A big one that I only realized once I watched Majesty again is how the other swan soldiers/minions were turned back- and that was mainly by doing the same moves to ultimately come together and bring the dancers back. Here it’s the opposite for effectiveness- what causes Wanderlust and Brezziana to fail is that they think that’s how to stop Sara. Sara matches the moves in a way that <well> matches, if not surpasses the power that they put in. As a result of meeting them head on and assuming control, Sarah actively corrupts the two of them. She makes motions to bring in the smoke, and both of them also are stationary/surrendering as their color drains.

When it gets to Mihaly, the dynamic with Sara changes completely. While Sara starts off watching with the same expression as when the others challenged her, it shifts as she realizes she can’t emulate what Mihaly does, with the movements almost like Night Swan’s-dramatic and slower. It comes to a head when Mihaly channels the panda again and visibly knocks Sara back, so she’s unable to push any of the smoke towards them.

Sara’s expression also becomes noticeably softer for the rest of Mihaly’s part, and she doesn’t reassert that dominance/control she had earlier- with dancing or the smoke. See how she looks almost pensive in the photos above/below, especially compared to the earlier parts.

Speaking of the smoke, this is the key part about Night Swan seeing the panda earlier. She knows it exists and how to force it off after the earlier song, and as Sara is incapacitated/distracted, she presumably sends down the smoke that starts attacking Mihaly in Panda form.

This attack is why despite having a chance to get through to Sara, Mihaly still ends up failing as they return to normal. However, they are the only character to be so dynamic in their active corruption. Not only does Mihaly manage to send a signal out to Jack, which was a display of power never seen from them previously, but they also do it as they are actively losing their color and control. Unlike the other dances, Mihaly still moves as they lose control, possibly having the strength to continue to fight had they not realized that Night Swan was attacking alongside Sara.

Although the signal is in the shape of a pawprint, its underlying meaning is more than just a plot device to send Jack on a wild goose chase (pun intended that I couldn’t pass up). With the way it opens to form a window into the location from such a distance, it almost seems to be a step away from a full fledged portal. With the sudden appearance of a new power, it’s also an interesting parallel to Night Swan, who here uses powers to create a unique form of control that wasn’t seen in the previous game and who regularly uses portals with her magic.

Another note is the lights that appear for each of the dancers in the upper left corner during the song as they take on Sara. While Brezziana and Wanderlust’s fade out a few moves before they fall, Mihaly’s still goes strong even as they completely turn grey, as seen the the photos above. This could be a possible indication to them having a more stable power than the other dancers, or a form of magic more comparable/competitive with Night Swan’s. Also to note about the lights: looking on the floor during the song, the diamonds flash 3 colors: hot pink (Night Swan), a deep green (Sara, especially while corrupted- her original outfit but darker), and a teal (the exact same color as Mihaly’s flow energy). Like everything else, this is a stretch, but it could possibly mean that Night Swan’s control and magic background could have stemmed from a pure form of flow like Mihaly practices.

This could also be a factor in why they retain the most of their original outfit in the corrupted design- possibly a form of resistance like they displayed during swan lake or general flow magic? Notice that while they have significant changes to their robe/face/accessories, their feather motifs are much less pronounced than the others, simply appearing as marks on the robe that can be mistaken for stripes, rather than overt feathers like Wanderlust/Sara or Sara/Brezziana’s feather tights. Unlike the others, Mihaly keeps their leggings exactly the same (which were notably lost in the panda form, as mentioned earlier), and interestingly enough, their wraps. I initially thought that Night Swan would have changed that to something like ballet slippers with ribbons, so I think it’s really interesting that they are the only dancer who had any details remain exactly the same, especially one that had unique opportunities to be changed.

Going off of that, since they were the last to turn and have (some?) control over their outfit and (some?) magic that may be similar to Night Swan, I could see them being the first/easiest coach for Jack or someone else to turn back when he (hopefully) takes on the coaches.

One last note is the number of maps per story mode coach at this point. Counting Stronger /Survivor, and Treasure/Lose Yourself (hopefully coming soon after that ending!), that seems to be setting a trend for the other coaches to potentially have an additional map as well. If so, maybe that would be one where Mihaly could individually be freed, or a chance for them to further explore their rapidly developing powers (maybe in a confrontation with Night Swan?? a girl can dream).

And there y’all have it! Thank you for somehow reading to the end!! Happy dancing!!

this took forever oh my god

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starhvney · 1 month

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my first time w this but can I rq zenix x short fem reader? one shot or hc or anything atp i can survive off crumbs alone

(mystreet and maybe they have a playful banter dynamic? (dying i am so shy)(if no then thats okay u can delet this :3))

𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐀𝐊

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: zenix x short!fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: he won’t let you exist without giving you the daily reminder that you’re short

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, zenix and reader playfully argue and banter, zenix doesn't know how to admit his feelings ever

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: yes, i can! this is so cute, anon! i went ahead and added headcanons and a small drabble to this. it’s not super long, but i hope i was able to write what you wanted. you’re my first request so thank you, i hope you enjoy! (i might make a one shot going more in depth on this dynamic but i wanted to get this out asap for you :))

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

☆ it doesn’t matter what age you two met, he’s always going to tease you for your height

☆ in high school, before he could ever admit his feelings for you (because that would be so lame and not hardcore), he would use teasing as a way to talk and flirt with you while still keeping his composure and pride.

it was so close, yet so far out of reach. you strained your calves as your fingers barely brushed the top shelf.

“c’mon!” you quietly groan to yourself, hopping and once again missing the book above you.

a quiet snort can be heard from behind you, causing you to narrow your eyes and turn to the noise. zenix leans on the bookshelf, his hand covering his nose and mouth as looks up through dark lashes at you with a poorly concealed grin. his eyes crinkled and lifted up, and the tenseness in his shoulders gave away that he was really trying not to laugh.

“what? aren’t you gonna help me?” you accuse, pointing a finger in his direction.

he drops his hand, the amused smirk on his lips annoyingly prominent as he crosses his arms and lifts his chin up, another annoying laugh leaving his lips.

“no, i think i’ll just watch from here.”

your eyebrows pinch together and your nose scrunches up in annoyance. with narrowed eyes you look him up and down. what was he even doing in the library?

“whatever, you probably can’t read the title anyways.”

“…what?!” his voice raised in confusion. his little smirk is gone as his jaw drops and his eyebrows furrow.

“besides, i may be short, but that doesn’t make you tall. you’re probably also too short to reach this book.” you continue to taunt, satisfied at the annoyed red hue growing on his cheeks.

“WHAT?!” he exclaims, this time much too loud for the library.

“you two, out of my library now! you’re being way too loud. you’re old enough to know basic manners in a library.” the librarian appears from the end of the aisle, an annoyed look on her tense face as one hand rests sternly on her hip and the other points at the door.

“but, i wasn’t-“

“now!”

you two silently walk out of the library doors, before you turn to zenix with narrowed eyes.

“that’s your fault.”

“huh? no it’s not, you started it!”

“no, you did!”

“no-“ he cuts himself off with an annoyed groan, shoving something in your face rather abruptly.

grabbing on to it, you move it away to see what it was. it was the book you were trying to reach. you look back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“what?! you said i couldn’t reach it, but i could, easily!”

“but it’s still not checked out, so you stole it.”

“borrowed without asking.”

“well, you still did what i asked you. for someone so much taller and cooler than me you’re pretty gullible, huh?”

his face turns red again, mouth stuttering open before snapping back shut. he narrows his eyes at you before quickly snatching the book up and taking off down the hallway.

“hey! zenix, what the hell!” you take off after him.

“see if your short legs can keep up!”

he landed you two in more trouble soon after for running and yelling in the halls.

☆ sometimes he’d slip up, showing how he really felt about you… in his own, zenix way.

“your hands are tiny.” he suddenly notes. burnt, red-brown eyes narrow down at your hands.

“huh?” you stretch your hand out in the air.

zenix’s larger, warmer hand meets yours, palm to palm as he compares the difference. it’s enough for the tips of his fingers to curl a bit over yours, you glance back at him with raised eyebrows. his messy brown hair hangs in his face, but doesn’t hide his softened expression as he concentrated on your hands touching.

he makes eye contact with you, cheeks bursting into flames as he fumbles for an excuse.

“it must be because you’re so short.” he blurts out.

“feeling bold today, zenix?” gene’s voice startles the both of you, your hands both shooting back down to your laps.

“what- i don’t know what you’re talking about!”

☆ as you two get older, it eventually evolves into much more playful banter, and everybody is used to this just being your dynamic.

☆ you don’t get as irritated about it, but zenix still loves making use out of your height difference.

you two stand in line in the coffee shop, eyes squinting as you read the menu, when you feel the weight of zenix’s arm on top of your head. rolling your eyes, you glance up at zenix with a half-assed glare as he leans on you.

“really?”

he barely spares you a glance from the menu, raising an eyebrow as if he was confused what your problem was.

“what?”

you roll your eyes before looking back up at the menu.

"you're not even that tall."

"i'm taller than you, pipsqueak."

a huff leaves your lips. you stiffen your hand straight, before ramming it quickly into his side. he grunts as he hunches over, his arm leaving your head to clutch his side. he finally shoots a half-assed glare back to you, before moving his arm back up to rest on your shoulder instead. this time you don't complain.

“what are you getting?”

“…caramel macchiato.”

“…yeah, same.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

#aphmau #aphmau mystreet #mystreet #mystreet x reader #x reader #zenix x reader #aphmau zenix #mystreet zenix #zenix

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heyclickadee · 10 months

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A quick (it was going to be quick, but this turned out to be a lie) “Tech Lives” thought:

This is something I already covered in this post, but the placement of and the way Tech’s sacrifice works in the structure of “The Summit” and “Plan 99” is really weird if it’s intended as a genuine character death. Basically, tl;dr for the original post: it functions as a plot point/catalyst to get the rest of the episode moving, not as a send off/death for a major character, which is a large part of why it doesn’t read as a character death at all to more casual viewers (and why I kind of suspect the writers/showrunners didn’t intend it to be read that way).

I just finished summarizing “Truth and Consequences” and “The Crossing,” to my (still long-suffering) little brother, and they way those two episodes work together has kind of hammered home the point about Tech’s sacrifice not functioning in episode as a character death even more for me. Echo leaves—just leaves! He doesn’t even die, and he says it’s not forever and that he’s coming back—at the end of “Truth and Consequences,” and then that’s followed up with an entire episode about the other characters dealing with his absence. We get a character departure and then a whole episode about the aftermath of that loss. And that’s important, not just for the characters, but also for the audience, especially if you keep in mind that as dark as The Bad Batch gets, the target audience is kids around Omega’s age—ten to thirteen(1).

And, if we look at Rebels(2), which is the closest of the animated shows to The Bad Batch in terms of the kind of story it’s telling, it’s pretty consistent with the way that show handled the send off of a character the protagonist saw as a parent/older sibling. Kanan dies at the end of “Jedi Knight,” and then the follow up episode—“Dume”—is just about everyone else coming to terms with their grief.

Tech’s “death,” though? Six-minutes, forty-odd seconds into a twenty-something minute episode PACKED with other big plot points, leaving the other characters in shock and giving all of them—especially Omega—about ten seconds to sit with that shock before things keep happening, and then another thirty or so seconds later on to acknowledge their grief and shock again before the plot comes at them all like a freight train through the crystal palace. They’re not allowed to process it, and because they’re not, neither are we.

Which is all the more striking because there was absolutely a way to give Tech a definitive death and give the characters (and us) time to deal with it. Make “The Summit” three minutes longer. Maybe even two. Cut out the rigamarole with Tech running back to the cable car, the cable car getting shot, and Tech dangling at the end of the line. Have him call “Plan 99” choose to stay behind at the control panel because that’s the only way to get the cable car moving again. Have him send a signal to the car sends it hurtling away while the others are screaming at him to stop and get back on board and Echo is trying to get it to stop but can’t, because Tech’s overridden the signal. Show Tech getting shot down by one of the stormtroopers or a v-wing if you have to as he’s holding his place at the panel. You can keep Omega yelling at everyone to go back, keep Wrecker telling Tech not to do it, keep Tech’s last line as is. End “The Summit” with the cable car crash and then begin the next episode with the sequence of the rest of the batch running for the Marauder as Omega drifts in an out of consciousness.

Doing this, killing Tech off in a slightly different way at the end of “The Summit” rather than a quarter of the way through “Plan 99,” would have kept Tech sacrificing himself, but would have also (potentially) shown us a body and given the other characters (and the audience) time to process his death in the next episode before the other plot points started happening. It would have read as a definitive character death. Instead, the writers/showrunners decided to have Tech “die” in an incredibly non-definitive way in a situation that directly parallels what happened in “Faster” and allows for the appearance of that ice-vulture/survivor imagery we already saw with Crosshair, and which leaves everyone with no body AND absolutely no time to process it as a death.

So, anyway, Tech’s extremely alive.

1. I know people get kind of defensive when people say that The Bad Batch is a kids’ show, but I think that’s because we tend to use “kids’ show” as a pejorative. I’m not. When I say that The Bad Batch is for kids first and foremost, I don’t mean that it’s simple or bad or not worthwhile—I mean it as a point of high praise. It’s a kids show that goes some heavy places and refuses to speak down to kids, which is great. Kids ought to have good tv, too, and it ought to come in a variety of flavors.

2: I know we tend to like to compare The Bad Batch to The Clone Wars, but Rebels really is the closest parallel. Rebels was another linear story with a limited focus on one group of characters and definite start and end points. The Clone Wars was a sweeping anthology series both produced and aired in a non-chronological order, and which, as far as I can tell, was basically designed to go on ad infinitum until it either got cancelled (which is what happened) or they ran out of ideas, at which point they would do the Revenge of the Sith overlap stuff (what they did once they were allowed to bring it back and finish it off).

#the bad batch #tech’salive #part something of whatever #I think everyone’s pretty settled into their camps by now #and I don’t even know that there’s a point in writing these anymore #but I want full license to be an insufferable gremlin so #also if I don’t write them out they’ll just voice around my head forever #can we please just get season three #I want to see how it all fits together #I am biting the narrative

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New Year Special One-Shot (NSFW)

I'm not gonna be at home during New Year so i leave this now. Thanks for all your support, i love you and Happy 2023! 💖🎆🎉

It was about 15 minutes to 12 o'clock. You had been fast asleep for about 2 hours next to Gyutaro in your bed. The weather at this time of year is usually very cold, outside the air froze the city and a thin layer of frost adhered to the windows of the houses in the neighborhood and to the roofs of the cars. The doors and windows in your room were locked. Before you went to sleep, you decided to turn on the heating. It wasn't something you used often to avoid some increases in your electricity bill but because today was a very cold day you decided to make an exception, besides, Gyutaro was your guest today and you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable inside your house.

You had made this small gesture to be nice to him but you didn't know that he was actually going to have some problems. Gyutaro's house is rather simple in that it doesn't have any heating system, air conditioning or anything like that so he has become forced to learn to sleep in any weather. Usually, he doesn't mind the cold, actually, it helps him to fall asleep sometimes but if there was something he couldn't deal with it was the heat. Gyutaro tossed and turned on the bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep but nothing worked. His forehead was wet causing parts of his bangs to stick to his pale skin, the sweat on his abdomen was dampening his sweatshirt, and his sweatpants were getting too heavy. He had already thrown to hell the sheets that covered his body but even so that unbearable heat did not disappear. Gyutaro thought it would be better to turn off the heating but he didn't know how those fucking devices worked, he had never used one and he didn't want to wake you up for such a stupid thing either.

Finally, Gyutaro gave up. He fumbled off the socks and sweatshirt he was wearing and threw them on the ground feeling somewhat angry. He settled back on the bed and sighed irritably. Gyutaro looked at you, you were asleep next to him and apparently you had also warmed up because you took off the sheets like him and you were only wearing your underwear and a basic tank top. Gyutaro did not take his eyes off of you, he watched your curves perfectly accommodated on the mattress and your soft breathing while you turned your back on him.

Gyutaro's breathing began to shake as well as his pulse, he could perfectly feel how after a few minutes looking at you a small tent formed under his pants causing him more pressure and heat. He felt very horny now, just by looking at your body he could imagine many things. Suddenly, something came to his mind. There is one thing that helps Gyutaro relax when he is alone and that on more than one occasion has helped him fall asleep or even relieve minor headaches. One thing led to another so if he now had a solution on his hands, literally, then he was going to use it.

Gyutaro's legs were bent and spread, he lowered his hand and placed it on top of his clothed member. He began to rub against the cloth causing chills to run down his spine. The friction between his palm and the cloth against his dick was driving him crazy, and he began to rock his hips gently to melt in his own careless touch. His lips parted to gasp from his mouth as pleasure began to fill his body. Gyutaro placed his fingers on it and move the fabric in different ways to get more of the desired sensation, making him feel even harder. He moaned silently, very careful not to wake you up, he closed his eyes, throwing his head back and feeling a pang in his stomach, he decided to put his hand under his pants and underwear to have direct contact with his cock. Touching himself, he could feel that he was already wet and that some of his liquid was leaking between his fingers. Gyutaro fucked his fist hard but not hard enough for you to notice how loving your boyfriend was giving himself behind you.

His back arched and his legs began to shake, he knew that in a very short time he was going to cum and he wanted to be aware of it. For some reason, Gyutaro likes to watch the exact moment his orgasms, if he can do it. That motivates him to keep going more and more until he's completely satisfied, no matter if he's with you or completely alone he loves to see his thick release coming out of him, sticky and warm and dripping onto his fingers. He enjoyed these moments alone when he felt aroused enough about something and luckily his sister was away from home, he could come into his room and fuck himself as much as he wanted until he felt satisfied. Right now, he couldn't enjoy it like he normally does. He felt a little stupid touching himself when you were next to him, but you were asleep and he wasn't going to wake you up just because he was horny. Gyutaro knows that it's very difficult for you to fall asleep so once you do it, he won't bother you at all. He will let you continue sleeping but that does not mean that he will not use you for his dirty deeds.

Gyutaro hasn't taken his lewd gaze away from you since he started, imagining you in thousands of positions for him, your face with particular expressions and the sound of your voice like when you moan because of him.

You were the last straw that broke the camel's back. His touch began to get harder and faster making him gasp and suppress a bunch of moans that struggled to come out from deep in his throat. Gyutaro was on the edge and in one movement he took his dick out of his boxers and his pants, observing his erection under the dim light of the moon between his slippery fingers. Once again, before cum, Gyutaro looked at you. He looked at your messy hair on your pillow, your bare shoulders and arms, your curvy waist so that your hips rest sensually on the bed, your short tank top exposing the skin of your lower back to him as well as your buttocks; the way your tight little black lace panties dipped into your butt was killing him, the pressure that the elastic made on your skin made him go crazy.

Your butt urged him to sink into you, Gyutaro's hand was faster. A fleeting thought but daring enough to make him think passed through his head. If he cum over you, would you feel it? Would you wake up or was your sleep so heavy? He had been moving around a lot and making sounds and until now you were still sleeping without any worries so that made him feel confident that you wouldn't wake up. Gyutaro approached to you and got into the big spoon position behind you but without wrapping his arms around you. He took his cock in one hand and placed the tip right in the middle of your butt, on top of your panties to begin rubbing against you as he continued to touching himself. After a few minutes the pleasure was indescribable, Gyutaro was in heaven and he knew that after this he would finally be able to sleep like never before no matter what. A burning sensation settled in his abdomen causing him to arch his back and close his eyes with force, he pressed his lips as much as he could, about to bleed his lip with his teeth from the force that he exerted, when he could no longer he covered his mouth tightly with his hand as he let out a muffled moan as he cum on top of you.

His hands trembled, his chest heaved up and down as if thousands of fireworks exploded inside his heart when he finally cum over your ass. Gyutaro lay back down next to you resting one of his muscled arms on his forehead trying to regulate his breathing with his mouth open. He was a bit tired so he was about to close his eyes but when he felt that you started to move, he was alerted immediately. You were sleeping peacefully when you felt a warm and thick sensation on your clothes that was wetting them at the same time, you managed to wake up so you turned around to face your boyfriend. At first you didn't think about it, you supposed that you probably sat on a wet chair in your dreams or something similar but when you opened your eyes you could see Gyutaro in front of you, with his naked dick sticking out of his pants.

You weren't angry, maybe a little surprised but not angry, rather, you felt flattered that you were able to arouse your boyfriend even while asleep and without putting a single finger on him and thinking about it had made you feel horny to you now. You looked at Gyutaro, he was a bit embarrassed for having used you so he apologized to you almost inaudibly and you approached him.

"Aaww, was my boy needy? Poor him."

Now the area between your legs was throbbing, you put one hand under your head to lean and with the other you ran your fingers over Gyutaro's chest, tracing the outline of his marks seductively. You continued with his ribs, his ripped abs and his pelvis until you stroked his dick. Gyutaro lay down on his side to face you, you two looked at each other for a few seconds and then your lips collided with his in a passionate and wet kiss. You cupped Gyutaro's face and he cupped yours, both licking your lips and opening your mouths slightly to make the kiss more intense. You put one of your legs on top of him and pulled him closer to you to start rubbing your dressed pussy on him.

Gyutaro lowered two of his fingers and tucked them under the center of your panties to feel your warm, wet labia against his skin.

He began to rub with the back of his fingers until thanks to your juices, his fingers slipped more and more inside you until he reached your clit where he began to pull him with a little rudeness but without hurting you. You did nothing but gasp while he touched you, he did all the work with his fingers and you just had to move your pretty hips. Gyutaro placed his hand between your legs to touch you better and place his thumb on your clit tracing circles over it on top of your panties, wetting them more and more. You moved closer to Gyutaro to move with your knees and climb over him until you straddled his hip. He took his hand from between your thighs to place his hands on your behind and grope you more roughly and needily. You gently arched your back as you got up and sat on his cock to rub yourself against it making Gyutaro feel hard and horny again.

Sometimes it was still hard for him to have sex with you. Not because he didn't like it, but because he still couldn't believe that you loved him that way and that what he considered disgusting about himself managed to turn you on. He always considered himself ugly, disgusting and grotesque with all those spots and marks painting his body, his sickly pale skin and how his bones were sticking out in some parts of his body so having a girl as cute and sexy as you sitting on him and riding him really turned him on. He was even more aroused to think about how someone as ugly as he would dirty and contaminate you with his seed, he could stain you inside and out as he wanted and you would be the happiest woman in the world with that, you would always agree to anything he wanted to do to you and sometimes he would take advantage of that.

Your waist moved on your boyfriend, your panties moved inside you and this began to squeeze you uncomfortably, you wanted to take them off but if you stopped you would lose all the progress you had gained. You decided to continue when you saw Gyutaro's expression and since he didn't take his eyes off you, he looked you up and down, enjoying every inch of you, how your thighs wrapped him while you rode him and the lace of your panties on your skin. You were not wearing anything under your little white tank top, your breasts stretched the elastic fabric over your chest and in some parts your skin was transparent under the top, leaving your nipples exposed despite not having taken off your clothes.

Gyutaro took your tits with his hands to start squeezing your nipples between his long and thin fingers causing several careless moans to come out of your mouth, he put his hands under your top to feel them better and then he removed the garment leaving your bare breasts. Gyutaro sat down and took you by the waist to change places, now he was sitting astride you but after a moment he got up. You sat up as he got up and stood up, Gyutaro grabbed your thighs tightly and pulling your legs dragged you to the edge of the bed so that your legs dangled from the mattress as he squatted on the floor in front of you. Gyutaro's large, slender hands went to the lace top of your panties to yank them down and slide them along your legs to fling them to the floor afterwards. You weren't ready, when you felt Gyutaro's face sink between your legs heading straight for your cunt, his movement caught you off guard so that made you moan louder than usual. Gyutaro licked every part of you as if there was no tomorrow, as if this was the last night in his life that the two of you would be together. There came a point where you were completely blinded by the pleasure that only he could give you, you took the small ponytail of his hair and brought it closer to you so that he could continue with what he was doing. This man was eating you alive and you loved it, his tongue ran every inch inside your wet and slippery cavity and his teeth took your folds causing an electric current throughout your body.

But when it comes to sex, it's never enough for the two of you. Gyutaro pushed you so that your back touched the mattress and spread your legs to the limit to plunge into you again, Gyutaro had become addicted to your taste once he had tasted you. In addition to his tongue, he introduced two fingers inside you, you were already wet enough so he did it without warning. When you felt that he was inside, your senses exploded. Your hips began to move almost by themselves to be able to feel him in every corner of your core, you could hardly speak.

"Aa-ah Gy-utaro...keep going, t-to the bottom...I think I'm gonna cum!"

It wasn't necessary for you to tell him, he knew perfectly well that you were going to do it from the way your pussy tightened around his wet fingers. It only took a few seconds for you to feel the same fireworks that Gyutaro felt a while ago exploding in your chest, traveling to your belly, to go down to your pelvis and end up in your cunt to release all your juices directly into Gyutaro's mouth.

He wouldn't waste a single drop of you. With his hands, he cupped your butt with 4 fingers and with his thumbs he opened your vagina to expose your beautiful, shiny folds to admire and drink you in. Your waist continued to move reflexively so that reminded him that he was still very hard.

"Don't forget about this, precious." he told you, placing one of your hands on his cock. Gyutaro pulled you back to the center of the bed. He made you kneel and he went behind you to take you by the waist with one hand and after touching you a little between the legs to find your hole, he entered you after completely removing his pants. The truth is, you didn't know why he fucked you in this awkward position, but then you saw that from this angle you two were perfectly reflected in the full-length mirror that had one of your closet doors, so that ended up turning you on a little more.

The room was filled with the dirty wet sounds of your bare skins bumping against each other, the splash your cunt made when Gyutaro charged into you, and the moans the both of you made. The heating was still on so your bodies were twice as wet from sweat. Your legs were beginning to get tired so in your attempt to get comfortable you lost your balance causing both of you to fall sitting on the bed. You thought Gyutaro would scold you but he didn't say anything and he just settled in to continue fucking you. Even though Gyutaro was doing great, you felt that your pussy was still lonely so in the middle of the action you decided to use your fingers. You spread your legs and looked at your wet pussy in front of the mirror, which brought you to the limit of arousement. It seems that you and Gyutaro had the same strange pleasure in watching yourselves cum so having a perfect view of your core, you started to satisfy yourself as Gyutaro satisfied you.

Your hole was filled by Gyutaro so you only had the top to yourself but you still loved it. Your pussy was opened by the position in which you were sitting, you brought two fingers to your labia and with the middle finger you gently caressed your clit over and over again, at first your movements were slight and provocative until the moment came when you simply needed more. Your fingers treated you more roughly causing you to start getting more and more wet, your hand made wet sounds while you rubbed your fingers against yourself, your vagina was very wet and you loved it, you could swear you could even be dripping because a few drops slipped through your fingers. Your fingers went up and down inside you while Gyutaro kept on doing his thing, he loved seeing you touching yourself for him like he did a while ago. You leaned your head back and rested it on Gyutaro's strong shoulder while he took both of your boobs to squeeze them between his fingers, from above, he could see how wet you were, even staining parts of your thighs white.

"Wow, looks like I have competition." he commented, with a perverted smile.

Gyutaro was a bit jealous of you, you moved your fingers too well which made him wonder if you masturbated yourself before? Or if you thought of him when you did it? He chuckled as he imagined that, as he imagined you in your bed, wide open with your own fingers pumping into your dripping, warm cunt moaning his name when he wasn't with you, you squeezing and cumming pathetically into nothingness.

"You're a little bitch." Gyutaro said, grabbing your face so you could see yourself in the mirror. "I think you're very skilled, does my dirty little girl touch herself thinking about dad when he's not around? That makes me feel very flattered" he planted a rude kiss on your cheek. "Knowing that that cute little pussy drools and squirms for me even though I'm not fucking it."

His words took you to the limit, Gyutaro sank his fingers inside you next to yours and having more than 2 fingers fucking you at the same time, you inevitably were cumming from the depths. The bed below you was a mess, Gyutaro was cumming a few seconds after you so you were both lying on a small sticky puddle of a mixture of your juices. One part soaked into the sheets and the other slid from your open pussy dripping down your thighs. You two were very wet and weak, with your bodies shaking. Gyutaro took to his mouth the fingers that he had inserted in your vagina and snapped out of you while he dropped onto your bed. You stayed seated for a few more seconds, your waist and legs ached so you waited until you were able to move without problem. After seeing your boyfriend behind you, you gently leaned over him to straddle him and kiss him. The kiss started passionately as if you were asking him for another round but then it became sweeter and more sensitive until the two of you separated and you laid your head on his chest.

Gyutaro caressed your head with his fingers while your face was slightly shaken up and down by his heavy breathing. You rested on top of him with your legs on each side of his hips, wetting the skin of his pelvis a little with your cunt. At that moment, your eyelids felt really heavy and sleep began to invade you again until Gyutaro's voice woke you up.

"Wait! Help me turn this damn thing off, it feels like a fucking oven in here." he said, desperately asking for your help to turn off the heating once and for all.

"Sure, plus I think I have to change the sheets." you told him.

You stood up to give Gyutaro some space to stand up as well. While you went to turn off the heating, he removed the wet sheets from the bed and placed some clean ones that he took from your closet so that when you returned, the bed would be ready to sleep.

"Ready." you told your boyfriend.

The cold had subsided so even if you two weren't wearing clothes there wouldn't be any problem. You took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and dry yourself a bit but even so you continued to feel very wet and slippery so you picked up your panties from the floor to put them back on.

"Are you gonna get dressed?" Gyutaro asked as he looked at you from the bed.

"Yes, why?" You didn't know why he was asking you that question.

"Nothin', forget it..."

"Do you want me to have no clothes on?...I still felt a little wet so I was going to put them on for that. Do you want me to sleep without clothes on?" you asked him.

Gyutaro seemed somewhat embarrassed but it was what he wanted. He had the look on his face of a child when his mother notices how much he stares at a piece of candy and then asks if he wants her to buy it for him. Gyutaro gave a slight nod, since he was without clothes too.

You smiled at him and took off your panties again. You walked over to the bed with Gyutaro to straddle him and lay your head on his chest like you did earlier. Gyutaro loved that after sex, you slept naked next to him. You used to put your panties and his sweatshirt back on sometimes but it didn't feel as good if he was naked. If both of you slept without any clothes on, he could still feel every part of you crashing against his skin as if you two were one and that unique and intimate closeness with you made him feel in heaven. As he thought of you, he could feel your fingers tracing the marks on his arm and chest.

"We can never sleep together without ending up fuckin' uncontrollably, have you noticed?" he asked, with a small smile.

"Now that I think about it, you're right" you replied with a blush. "I guess we are inevitable, you know."

Both of you laughed and continued to talk about anything until it was almost 2:00 a.m. Gyutaro felt how your body became heavier on top of him, he tilted his head a little to see your face and confirmed that you had fallen asleep. He pulled the sheets over you and gently pulled them over your shoulders, careful not to wake you, then he placed a small kiss on your head.

"I love you." he whispered.

Gyutaro continued awake for another half hour until exhaustion reached his body, he closed his eyes and slept calmly with you.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaroxfemreader #gyutaro smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #happy new year #happy 2023

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animehouse-moe · 11 months

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Chainsaw Man Chapter 131: Taste of Crap

An interesting chapter full of oddities and action. So basically, another Tuesday for Fujimoto. Really though, there's quite a bit that gets the gears turning thanks to this chapter, but just before you can figure it out, it makes a sharp turn elsewhere.

⚠️Warning: Spoilers Ahead⚠️

We all know how good Fujimoto's action and art is, so I'll skip over that to the latter half of the chapter where things go down, starting with the Falling Devil. The curtain gets pulled back rather quickly as the Falling Devil expresses regret for being unable to feed Asa properly to the diner.

From there, we get the reveal that Fami, of all people was behind this scheme. But before we get into that, I just wanted to explore a bit more in regards to this page. She undeniably has control over the Falling Devil, but what's more curious is that piece of the Falling Devil that she holds. What is it? She picked it up from beside of the Falling Devil, and it appears to be something like intertwined hands, but what purpose does it have? And why was it the only thing left behind aside from the head? Plenty of questions in regards to how moving between Hell and Earth is possible, and what the requirements of it are.

Moving forward though, we see that Nayuta is what stopped the devil from eating Asa and Denji, exerting some of her power as the Control Devil. Very interesting to see her show up so late to the party, especially considering the "dire" situation the pair were in. The faux Chainsaw Man said they had to evade the devils for a certain amount of time, but introducing another Horseman forced a stalemate.

Speaking of Faux Chainsaw Man.... if Fami is the one behind trying to stop the Nostradamus Prophecy, and she told Yoshida, it really feels like there's a shot at Yoshida being the imposter. Cleaning up Denji's mistakes, helping him when he needs it, but never divulging information or identity in the process. Similarly, it seems like the imposter Chainsaw Man knows a good deal about how devils work, potentially providing information (from prior chapters) that a devil can only be summoned to Earth for a specific amount of time. Past that, they must enter through the cycle of reincarnation. Otherwise, why else would they say Denji and Asa need to evade the devils for a certain amount of time? They wouldn't simply give up after 6 hours or something like that.

Anyways, the serious tone doesn't stick around for long, as both Fami and Nayuta engage in a bit of off topic conversation. I really enjoy Fami's character being so closely tied to food. Using the Falling Devil to turn Asa into a meal and be eaten, stuffing her face with everything at the cafe, and selfishly wanting to stop the prophecy because she likes pizza and Chinese food.

Similarly, Nayuta expresses equal selfishness in wanting to stop the prophecy, but goes the extra mile to refuse to assist in stopping it, all because she wants to go to school. Really fun little bit, and just a great piece to show how well Denji's done in raising Nayuta.

Another day, another Chainsaw Man chapter. Fujimoto's been all over the map with this Falling Devil arc, and it's been really enjoyable because of that. Kickass action and reveals, crazy powers and foreshadowing, impactful dialogue and interactions, and more than a bit of comedy and oddity. I'm really excited to see where we go next considering that there will effectively be 3 of the 4 horsemen teaming up with Denji. And on that note, the theories of Yoshida being the Death Devil are really starting to gain some credibility, but only time will tell.

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I had an idea for a Reddie Cinderella AU and I can't stop thinking about it

Eddie is the new kid in town, his mother constantly moves them around to intentionally isolate him from people, so he unfortunately has never had a real friend before.

Richie on the other hand is still friends with the rest of the losers club, but he's been feeling rather lonely as of late becaude all of his friends seem to have some one and he doesn't. Bill and Ben are constantly slobbering over Bev, and both Stan and Mike are starting to get some pretty serious crushes on their female classmates.

All and all this leaves Richie feeling a little left out, especially since their school is having a dance next week and his parents are practically forcing him to go.

Then Greta shows up, being uncharacteristically nice to him and asks if he would like to take her to the dance. Richie doesn't really like her but through his desperation to look like a cool ladies man, he says yes.

on the flip side of things, Eddie is still alone, but stumbles across the Bowers gang on his way to pick up his prescription at the pharmacy. They're smoking in the alley, and the moment they see Eddie they instantly try to kill him just because he's new and an easy target.

However, Eddie is able to talk his way out of it through bargaining with them. He tells them he has an account here that his mom regularly refills with out really checking, and if Henry lets him go he would be ""happy"" to hook them up with prescription drugs and medical supplies they can resell for pocket change.

Henry talks it over with his friends and they agree, but Eddie's duties to the Bower's gang get more and more ridiculous over time. It was bad enough basically being a drug mule, but now he's practically their slave. They make him do meaningless tasks, hurt him for a laugh, take his inhaler, and of course, get belch to set off his germaphobia. They don't even call him by his name anymore, just "Sissy", "Fag", "Pipsqueak", ect.

it's even worse because Henry basically uses Eddie as something he can take his frustrations about his own father out on. If Henry's dad humiliates him in front of his friends, Henry humiliates Eddie in front of them too, if Henry is forced to do a stupid chore for his dad (clean his gun, take out trash, pick up beer), Eddie will have to work his ass off.

He loathes doing all this stuff for them, but he has too or else Henry will kick his ass. Besides, anything's better than staying at home with his mother 24/7, and at least the Bowers gang are a "crowd", not a good crowd, but the first crowd Eddie's ever had.

With the dance coming up, Eddie is surprisingly dead set on going, but his mother obviously won't let him. Dances are riddled with disease, germs, and sweaty preteens grinding on each other. The last place she'd ever want Eddie to go.

Later that day, while cleaning a pair of boots that belong to Henry down at the quarry, he comes across Bev, Ben, and Bill taking a swim. They recognize him from school and ask what the heck he's doing cleaning Bowers shoes. Eddie, having had no one to really talk to at all before this, basically tells them his life story.

The three feel quite bad for never giving Eddie the time of day before noe, and ask if he wants to take a break and join them for a swim. He's naturally hesitant, but agrees and ends up having a really fun time with them. After they get out Bill even hands him his phone number and tells Eddie that if he needs anything, anything at all, he can just call them and they'd be happy to help. Eddie is utterly astonished to think he might actually have a shot at real friendship for once.

Even later on in the day, Henry, Belch, and Patrick are all tailgating in the woods while Eddie tries to get a fire going so he can cook them something.

Soon, their conversation turns to the upcoming dance where, although Henry and his friends are going, they're only doing it try and coerce girls into fucking them, which Eddie finds repulsive.

he's utterly disgusted by all this heteronormative sex talk, but keeps his mouth shut for the most part, until everything goes quiet and he offhandedly mentions how he might like to go too.

Henry spontaneously busts into laughter and uses it as an oppertunity to get up and humiliate him once more. He asks Eddie if he wants to wear one of his mom's dresses to the dance, if he's got a secret boyfriend he's been hiding from them, capping off with Henry telling Eddie he's a sorry little creep that nobody wants anywhere except for his nutcase mother. And then to add insult to injury, Patrick chimes in and asks how Eddie could ever expect to dance with his stupid asthma, followed by a really bad impression of him having an asthma attack.

Eddie feels pretty bad after that, but he feels even worse when Henry reveals he can't go to the dance anyways because Belch has a few missing assignments he doesn't wanna do himself, so Eddie has to do them for him.

But the day of the dance, despite Eddie not having anything to wear and Henry's warnings, he still tries his hardest to sneak out on his bike. However, Henry appearently expected this and was waiting just down the road in his car to jump him. He and his friends attack him and the bike, breaking the whole thing in half and leaving Eddie with a bunch of cuts and bruises on his body.

At first, Eddie thinks it's all over, and there's nothing left to do but go home and cry, but then he remembers what Bill said and decides to give him a call.

Bill takes him to Stan's house where they give him a tux Stan usually wears to the synagogue, and although pretty baggy since Eddie is quite small, he actually thinks he looks nice.

Ben and Mike begin tending to his injuries, while Berverly cuts his hair into something a little cleaner and "dashing", which Eddie also likes a lot. Bill even let's Eddie borrow his trusty bike so he can have a ride.

Eddie is supremely grateful and thanks all of them for being so nice to a stranger, but they all say it's not big deal because they're friends now.

At the dance, Richie is incredibly nervous, he's had like three cups of punch as he waits on Greta and his friends cause there's nothing else to occupy his shakey little hands. He doesn't really care about dancing with Greta, she's mean and kinda annoying, but he feels pressured to at least try and make a good impression on her due to comp het and stuff.

unfortunately, all those hopes are dashed when Greta does show up with her REAL date. When Richie asks what the hell is going on, Greta laughs at him and says "Oh come ON Richie, you didn't think I was serious, right? Look at yourself, you have buckteeth and coke bottle glasses, why the fuck would I ever like you.".

Richie tries to stand up for himself and tell Greta off but her date punches him in the face, breaking his glasses so much they're literally unusable.

Richie is so embarrassed about this he runs under the bleachers and hides, planning to stay there until his mom can come pick him up in an hour. He's mortified and doesn't even wanna let his friends see him since the last time he talked to them they all seemed pretty happy he got a date. He couldn't possibly tell them what happened now.

When the rest of the losers club finally arrives Eddie is very excited, but quickly gets overwhelmed at all the lights, sounds, and people walking around. He's able to put up with it for a while, but then he sees Bowers out of the corner of his eye and had to run and hide under the bleachers.

The losers are fairly concerned as to where Eddie and Richie are, having not seen them since they got here, but they decide not to investigate since they have their own dates to tend to.

Underneath the bleachers is where Eddie and Richie finally meet, Richie's glasses are totally busted and the bleachers are dark so he can't see his face at all, but they still manage to make pleasant conversation.

They tell each other why they're hiding and crack jokes about it, which gets the two of them laughing like mad. They have such a good time talking together that at one point Richie even asks if this is one of Henry's friends fucking with him cause he can't see, but Eddie assures him it isn't.

they spend practically the whole dance just sitting under the bleachers, talking, and when they get sick of it Richie asks if he would be oh so curteous as to accompany him to the parking lot.

when they get outside their conversation becomes more intimate, even downright flirtatious. They decide to play 20 questions with each other, but Eddie convinces Richie to knock it down to just 5 questions. They ask each other the usual, why haven't I seen you around, are you new, ect. and Eddie tries his best to answer them, while Richie gives mostly joke answers.

Anyone listening in on the conversation could tell right away Eddie and Richie are enamored with one another, but it takes them a hot minute to realize it themselves. Eddie's having the time of his life with Richie though, he's all he's ever wanted in a friend (or possibly more than that).

Eddie's heart is absolutely pounding out of his chest, he's feeling so flustered and excited he's gotta use his inhaler to calm his nerves. Richie asks what it is and then asks if he can try it too, since he is also super fucking nervous. Then, despite his overwhelming germaphobia, Eddie let's him. After he does it, he cracks a joke about how it tastes like battery acid, making Eddie laugh.

Suddenly, the music inside the gym switches from a shitty disco tune to some random slow dance song, and that makes Eddie even more flustered than he already was.

Everything is just so perfect, the stars, the moon, the slow music, it's all so beautiful that Richie simply just can't handle himself anymore and has to kiss him on the cheek.

At first Richie immediately wants to take it back cause he thinks he ruined it all because Eddie goes quiet, but he's actually just silent because he's so stunned (in a good way).

He tries to reciprocate Richie's advances and kiss him on the lips, but right before he can they are interuppted when he suddenly starts freaking the fuck out and asks what time it is.

Every night at exactly midnight his mom ALWAYS checks to see if Eddie's safe in bed, and if she finds out he's not there right now she's gonna fucking flip.

Panicked, Eddie asks what time it is and Richie says it's about ten til midnight. Fuck.

He scrambles to get on Bill's bike, and as if the time crunch wasn't already bad enough, Henry's throwing a hissy fit in the gym.

He grabs Bill and interrogates him, demanding he tell them where "that fucking queer is", but none of the losers club actually know.

Eddie attempts to reassure Richie that this has nothing to do with him and that he's a great guy and yadda yadda yadds but he's gotta go NOW, so he just says a jumbled mess of words and speeds off.

Richie tries to get him to stay but it's too late, and Eddie rides off into the night, but luckily for him he manages to get back just in the knick of time, hiding his clothes and bill's bike in a nearby bush to get in the morning.

However, it's only when he's in bed does he realize that in his hurry he accidentally left his inhaler with Richie, forgetting to take it back from him when he tried it.

The following day Richie is devastated but determined to find him, unfortunately though, he never got a name and was so blind he could barely make out the kid's face in the dark. All he has to go off of is an inhaler, and he doesn't really know how to use that to find this kid. He even stalks outside the pharmacy for a while, but manages to just BARELY miss Eddie when he walks away.

The rest of the losers club can't be much help either since, although they know Eddie, they don't know that's the guy that he's looking for. All while Eddie is terrified to come forward about it due to Henry's homophobic bullshit.

What will happen when Eddie inveitabley gets introduced to Richie and he's still searching for that mystery boy? How will he confront his fears and stand up to his mother and Henry? Will they find their happily ever after, or will this story take a grim turn? Idk. I'm tired and this post is already long as fuck.

Sorry if this is a lame or poorly written idea, this is my the Reddie thing i've ever made and i'm new to this ship.

#IT 2017 #Gay clown movie #IT Stephen King #Reddie #Richie Tozier #Eddie Kaspbrak #Richie x Eddie #Eddie x Richie #Reddie au #IT au #Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #IT chapter 1 #IT chapter 2 #Reddie fic #Reddie fluff

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Slashers and: Arm Wrestling

Rules are simple! You arm wrestle until you admit defeat. Also, no re-do’s.

Want arm wrestle them yourself? Check here!

💪 First of all- Chucky and Tiffany disqualify themselves. Sorry, but they're… you know… a lil diminutive in his preferred state. But that means they get to be the judges! They're short and so can stand on the table and get a good look at things XDD Tiff, give us the details please.

💪 Monty doesn’t really try and basically lets Thomas beat him (Not that he could have beta Thomas in the first place XD ) and then drops out, because he doesn’t wanna go against Hoyt… Can you blame him?? Last time he was on Hoyt’s murder side, he lost both his legs.

💪 Drayton… oh, this whole damn thing is his fault, in the first place XD He bet that Bubba could beat all their asses at arm wrestlin’, and then proceeded to get annoying about it, until Michael and Freddy had enough of it- which, admittedly, didn’t take much doing. He falls out next, though, losing to every single one of his opponents (Jason lays the older man’s hand down gently because he’s his pseudo-brother, Freddy tricks him into screaming at them about something and letting go, Chop natters on in his face until he just let’s go to get way from him before the count down even began, etc) until Luda crushes his knuckles and he’s gotta forfeit XD *Sweatdrop*

💪 Billy... oh, Billy. Come on- pfft, please. I have very little faith; I dunno.

💪 Nubbins is out next, though that really took some doing XD It wasn’t until he drew a straight razor on fucken Michael for not forfeiting if he’s too weak to even move him and Michael snaps it in half with his bare hand. Nubbins would rather record the action, anyway…

💪 Next to bow out (Gracefully, because all she wanted to do really was show she was a force not be fucked with- she couldn’t care less about being the ‘champ’. So she gets out while she’s ahead and unbeaten) is Luda Mae. Momma is strong, guys. She’s a cook, right? A home cook at least, so she’s always lifting heavy skillets and big ol bags of flour, whipping stuff (Especially since she doesn’t have access to an electric mixer!), and kneading dough?? She’s got great forearm strength and absolutely crushes Drayton’s knuckles XD She beats Drayton, obviously (My god, Hoyt and Monty were filled with so much pride XD They were so damn chuckly about it- and honestly Chucky laughed his ass off, too), Chop Top, Billy and Hoyt. Then she got up, and asked if anyone wanted any tea.

💪 Chop Top then got distracted by the tea… XDD He’s surprisingly strong, those wiry arms of his offering tough muscle rather than scrawniness, and he’s too stuck in his own head to care too much about whatever dirty trick the deep-fried Christmas tree thinks to throw at him. He beats Drayton, Stu, Nubbins, Hoyt and Freddy.

💪 Then Stu is in the same boat as Chop! They're both tall, and wiry- he lasts a little longer, though, cuz you know... obviously, he's got a few more sandwiches, at his picnic. He also enjoys tea, though, and watching the others as well cuz this is awesome! XD He first beats Billy, though XDDD

💪 Next is Hoyt! He, like Chop, also beat Freddy- but did it quite differently XD Freddy starts taunting him and then… suddenly… feels something? Prodding into his stomach? He looks down and its Hoyts fucken shot gun under the table, his finger on the trigger and a daring look in his scary mug. Say another damn word, you over-done grit. Anyway though- Hoyt’s pretty strong (I sure wouldn’t challenge him, he survived boot camp) but he’s only a man and could never beat Michael or Jason. He’s sure mad about it, but gives up.

💪 Okay now… Bubba is without a doubt the strongest mortal Slasher (Not including Thomas- they are the same person)… he’s always carrying that big ass chainsaw, and liftin’ stuff for Drayton ‘Noodle Arms’ Sawyer, too, like sacks of suspicious meat and a step stool… and he beats everyone (Apart from Michael 🙄. And he doesn’t go up against Jason)… until he gets to the cheating Bastard we call Freddy. Freddy basically… um… may have traumatised him a tad in order to win. ON THE BRIGT SIDE THO- Bubba totally broke Hoyt’s wrist :D :D :D

💪 Now we have Freddy. Okay so- Freddy knows he’s physically he’s not up to scratch, compared to some of the others (Jason, Bubba, Thomas- even Hoyt), and his strength is his brain… so he decides to play dirty. Yep? Shock horror, for who could have foreseen this coming? I know XD He taunts, he teases, he kicks under the table, he bribes Chucky to call him the winner when its close (Happened one time- with Hoyt), and he wore the glove when it came to Michael. Jason inevitably takes him down though after what happened with Bubba- the table actually smashed.

💪 Thomas on the opposite end of the spectrum plays nobly, and by a set of rules (LUDA RAISED HIM RIGHT)- and he’s an absolute monster of a man so he goes far of course XD Unfortunately, in the end, he got exasperated by Michael (Like Nubbins- and I’ll tell you why in a moment) and raises his hands in surrender. I’m out.

💪 Now, we don’t actually have a winner between our last two opponents… for one simple reason.

💪 Michael cannot lose… but he also can’t win, against Jason.

💪 See, where Michael lacks in physical structure- he makes up in sheer stubbornness. He refuses to lose. He will not move. Not even if Jason or Thomas absolutely crush his fingers like pipe cleaners, not even if Freddy slices them almost to smithereens. And he certainly wont move if Hoyt shoves a gun in his crotch (But he will give him a dirty look). So, he won’t be able to push Jason down (Bubba or Thomas or apparently Nubbins- either) as per arm wrestling rules… but they will never be able to push him down, either. So… stalemate.

💪 Jason on the other hand is the whole package XD He’s strong as an ox, like Bubba and Thomas (Living in the woods all those years really did wonders). But he’s also headstrong as hell- like Michael of course. And he can also be crafty like Fuckface Freddy.. In normal circumstances, he would be unstoppable ^^

💪 (So in my heart of hearts, Jason is the winner)

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'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter Three

Summary: As Nyssa becomes closer with a certain Australian, certain questions have started making themselves known. Everyone in the town seems to be aware of Nyssa's growing attraction to the Australian, except for Tegan herself. However, a trip up to London may just be the ticket for the two women growing closer still.

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As the meeting progressed, Nyssa found herself able to avoid thinking too much about the woman sat next to her. Granted, yes, Tegan did occasionally let out a chuckle at something and yes she did smell rather lovely, but Nyssa knew that it would take a while to gradually get used to these things. She’d had crushes before, and she’d gotten over them all fine.

Nevermind the fact that Nyssa’s heart was beating far faster around Tegan than it ever had around anyone else. That was irrelevant.

‘Michael,’ Barbara asked, balancing her laptop on her knees. ‘How is the planning for the Pride events going? You said at the last meeting that you were having issues obtaining gazebos.’

‘All sorted,’ Mike Yates replied, with a grin. Barbara seemed to be the only one present who referred to Mike by his full name; Nyssa guessed that Barbara had probably taught Mike when he was at school. ‘Benton’s been a great help.’

Nyssa shot a confused look at Tegan.

‘Benton,’ the Australian whispered, in an undertone to Nyssa. ‘He’s the local security expert; owns a small shop just off the high-street. I don’t think anyone knows his first name. Lovely bloke, though.’

‘And have all the stall-owners sent their insurance details?’ Barbara asked, to which Mike nodded.

‘We’ve basically all sorted now; it’s just getting all the decorations in place.’

‘What about security?’

‘Benton and Ace are both handling that,’ Mike explained. ‘The committee decided against asking the police.’

Barbara nodded, in agreement. Ace McShane, still seated next to Mel, grinned, miming swinging a baseball bat as the redhead gave a giggle.

‘Well, that’s almost everything,’ Barbara said, looking down at her laptop. ‘Except one last thing; we need volunteers for a presentation for the primary school tomorrow morning. On dental hygiene.’

Nyssa froze, as every pair of eyes in the room swivelled to look at her. Her palms started to get very sweaty.

No, -Nyssa gritted her teeth- I have to stop being so introverted!

‘I’ll do that,’ she said, quickly. ‘Dental health is very important for young children.’

‘Wonderful!’ Barbara said, smiling. ‘Although I couldn’t possibly ask you to do this all by yourself. Would anyone be able to give Nyssa a hand?’

Nyssa pointedly did not look around, but already she could see several pair of eyes moving to the Australian seated next to her. Dang it, did everyone know?

Apparently oblivious to all this, Tegan raised her hand.

‘I’ll help out,’ she said, turning to Nyssa. ‘Not sure how good I’ll be, but give me some direction and I’ll try my best.’

‘Great,’ Nyssa said. ‘I’ve got some materials back in the flat; I’ll bring them along.’

Tegan smiled, and Nyssa ignored the stifled giggle from Mel. She was never going to hear the end of this.

‘Nice outfit,’ Tegan said, as Nyssa approached the school gates.

Nyssa had chosen to wear a light rainbow-striped cardigan over a white blouse and beige capri trousers. Normally, she would have decided on a more formal way of dressing, but she didn’t want the children at the school to find her standoffish. Hence the cardigan.

‘Thanks,’ Nyssa replied, before giving Tegan a quick once-over with her eyes. ‘I see you decided to forsake the dungarees.’

Tegan chuckled, looking down at her chinos and button-up shirt.

‘Thought it might confuse the children otherwise,’ she said, before easing some of the materials out of Nyssa’s arms. ‘Do you need me to learn anything off by heart?’

‘Not really,’ Nyssa said, as the two of them headed across the playground. ‘Most of the facts are on these posters, but you can just direct any questions to me.’

‘Sure; whatever you need me to do, I’m your woman.’

Tegan seemed to suddenly realise the implications of what she had just said, and her cheeks flushed a delicate pink.

‘E-er…’ she stammered, looking rather flummoxed. ‘I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean…’

Nyssa took one look at Tegan’s expression, and promptly started giggling.

‘What?’ Tegan exclaimed, a little flummoxed.

‘Oh,’ Nyssa laughed. ‘You’re so cute when you’re flustered, Tegan!’

‘Am I?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, before grinning. ‘That’s… good. I trust you aren’t requiring a lot of acting from me during your presentation.’

‘No, just some slightly dorky dancing. Nothing else required.’

Tegan grinned.

‘Well, I am good at dorky dancing,’ she said, cheeks dimpling. ‘I just hope you can keep up, Nys.’

‘I’ll have you know I did a module in dorky dancing in my fourth year,’ Nyssa cheeked back, giggling. ‘Came top of my year.’

‘Oh, so you’re the top, then-’

‘Tegan!’

The two of them descended into giggles, as they headed through the main doors.

‘Does anyone have anything they’d like to ask?’ Nyssa said, staring down at the children.

Barbara was stood beside the teachers desk. Nyssa and Tegan had completed their presentation, with only a little dignity lost during the dancing. The class of five-year-olds had gotten their fill of dentist-related puns, humour and general dorkiness, which Nyssa was happy to provide as long as it made sure they brushed their teeth routinely.

One small girl raised her hand, looking between Nyssa and Tegan.

‘Yes?’

‘Are you two in love?’

Nyssa’s mouth fell open. She stood there, flummoxed for a second as her brain desperately tried to come up with an answer that made sense. She would have normally expected Tegan to say something off the cuff, but the Australian had also gone completely silent, mouth agape as she blinked quickly.

The class then took advantage of this silence to begin talking amongst themselves.

‘No, to be in love, people have to be married!’

‘Are you two married?’

‘They’re married!’

‘No, no…’ Nyssa said, waving her hands in an effort to get the situation back on track. ‘Any questions about cleaning your teeth-’

‘I didn’t know girls could marry other girls!’ exclaimed a little boy, grinning. ‘Does that mean I can marry Tom when we grow up?’

‘When did you get married?’

‘How long have you been in love?’

‘Do you have any kids together?’

‘Do you kiss like mummy and daddy do?’

Nyssa and Tegan looked at each other, utterly flummoxed as the children continuing to yell questions at them.

‘So, that… happened.’

Tegan and Nyssa were walking across the playground, carrying the posters and supplies in their arms. It was Tegan who had spoken, drawing Nyssa out of the flustered shock she had fallen into after the question-and-answer session. Her mind had been reeling, and her heart had not stopped pounding so loudly that she was sure Tegan could hear it.

Nyssa swallowed, and nodded.

‘Yes,’ she said, quietly. ‘It did.’

‘Kinda surprised me, to be honest.’

Nyssa’s head snapped round to stare at the Australian.

‘Surprised you?’

‘Yeah,’ Tegan replied, matter-of-factly. ‘I mean, me and you…’

‘Listen,’ Nyssa exclaimed, suddenly feeling rather upset. ‘I know I’m not exactly most women’s dream girl, but you don’t have to be-’

‘What? No, I meant that you’d be settling.’

Nyssa goggled at her.

‘Settling?’

‘Oh, come off it, Nys,’ Tegan said, with a roll of her eyes, as if her point was obvious. ‘You’re a super-smart scientist, and I’m a loud-mouthed Aussie who doesn’t have a real job. Clearly, you’re the one who’d be-’

‘Stop it!’

The supplies and posters fell out of Nyssa’s arms, as her hands curled into fists at her sides.

‘Don’t you dare say that about yourself!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘You’re amazing, Tegan! You’re qualified in every trade under the sun! You’re funny! You’re sweet! You don’t take any nonsense from people, and you… you…’

Nyssa trailed off, shocked to find her eyes tearing up. She quickly raised a hand to wipe the tears away.

‘Please… please don’t be dismissive of yourself,’ she sobbed. ‘I won’t hear of it, you understand?’

‘I…’ -Tegan’s face was the picture of shock through Nyssa’s distorted vision- ‘Nyssa, I’m… I’m sorry, please don’t be upset, I was just being stupid-’

‘Don’t put yourself down to make me feel better!’ Nyssa exclaimed, still not finished. ‘That’s not being stupid; that’s being hurtful against yourself! You hear me, Tegan Jovanka?’

Tegan nodded, dazed looking.

There was a few moments silence.

‘Sorry,’ Nyssa said, wiping her eyes, all fight gone. She began to pick up the things she had dropped. ‘I yelled at you.’

Tegan waved a hand airily, as she bent down to help.

‘No worries. It’s that… whatchamacallit… self-talk thing. I’ll try and cut down on the self-deprecating jokes, okay?’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘That’s good. You’re a lovely person, Tegan.’

Tegan blinked. Was it just Nyssa’s imagination, or were Tegan’s cheeks slightly flushed? She chided herself for a second; just because she was crushing on Tegan, that didn’t mean she should be reading into things. After all, Tegan was probably just happy for the compliment. Yes, people definitely got flustered after their platonic friends told them things like that, surely?

‘T-thanks,’ Tegan said, quickly. ‘You… you too.’

Nyssa definitely could feel her own cheeks flushing. She hoped that Tegan wouldn’t notice. The last thing she wanted was for Tegan to feel uncomfortable around her; after all, Nyssa wasn’t Tegan’s type in the slightest, and the Australian clearly saw her in a purely platonic. Which was fine as well, of course. Nyssa loved having Tegan as a friend. No matter how much she found herself pining for the woman currently stood barely a foot away from her. Whose cheeks were still flushing. And whose hair was pretty. And who-

No. She was not thinking in that way. She needed to get over herself and let this crush disappear as soon as possible, before Tegan suspected anything. It was bad enough that the children’s questions had brought this subject into the open.

‘Thank you.’

The two women headed out through the school gates, and down through the high-street. They deposited the posters and supplies in the surgery.

‘Walk you home?’ Tegan asked, as Nyssa was locking up the door.

‘Er… I suppose,’ Nyssa replied. ‘You sure you don’t anything important somewhere else?’

‘Nah; you’re important.’

‘O-oh,’ Nyssa said. ‘Well, if you insist…’

The two of them headed back towards Nyssa and Mel’s place. On the doorstep, Nyssa turned back to face the Australian.

‘Thank you for helping today,’ she said, smiling a little shyly.

‘My pleasure,’ grinned Tegan, cheeks dimpling. ‘We make a good team, Nyssa with a y.’

‘Are you really going to call me that?’

‘It suits you!’

‘How?’

‘I dunno,’ Tegan said, scratching the back of her neck with her finger. ‘It’s cute, you’re cute; it fits.’

Nyssa froze.

‘You… you think I’m cute?’

‘Duh,’ Tegan said, with a roll of her eyes. ‘C’mon, Nys; I thought it was obvious.’

‘Oh. Er… thank you, Tegan. I… I think you’re cute too.’

Tegan grinned.

‘See you around, Nys.’

Nyssa smiled, unable to stop herself giggling.

‘See you around.’

Nyssa threw down the wedding invitation onto the kitchen table.

‘Everyone there is going to be insufferable!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘I know what they’re like; they’ll be thinking I’ve thrown away my career and lost the plot entirely! It’s London-centric class nonsense!’

‘Geez, Nyssa,’ Mel said, munching on an apple. ‘Why are you even going to this thing, then?’

‘It’s the principle of the matter!’ Nyssa fumed, pacing. ‘Ben and Polly are lovely people; I owe it to them to be there for their wedding! It’s not their fault most of our classmates are elitist…’

Nyssa spat out a couple of Welsh swearwords, before storming off to her room. Behind her, she could hear Mel chuckling to herself in the kitchen.

Several hours later, Nyssa had formulated a plan of attack. She would not only make sure that no-one at the wedding was unpleasant about her new home, but would also give herself a bit of retail therapy into the bargain.

Well, as much retail therapy as Nyssa was happy to do; as in, a lot of craft supplies. She had drawn up a design for a new blouse, and a lightweight summer skirt and matching waistcoat (Nyssa did love her proper waistcoats, she had to admit). She already had a pair of Oxford shoes that would go with everything.

A few days later, the doorbell rang. Nyssa had just gotten a notification on her phone that her parcels were due to be delivered very shortly, so she hurried out of her room and along the hallway.

Nyssa opened the door, revealing what appeared to be a large stack of carboard boxes, with a pair of dungaree legs stood underneath them.

‘What do you want doing with this little lot?’ came Tegan’s annoyed voice from behind the teetering pile.

‘Oh, sorry, Tegan!’ Nyssa exclaimed, taking half of the parcels into her arms. ‘I was looking for crafting supplies and I got carried away.’

Tegan followed her into the flat, and they dumped the boxes onto the kitchen table.

Tegan was wearing her dungarees, of course, but -instead of a shirt- she was wearing a loose vest top, in a black that contrasted with the light blue denim. As the Australian gave a stretch, Nyssa found herself unable to look away. Good grief, those arms and those-

Nyssa swallowed, frantically looking away. Tegan was her friend! She shouldn’t be staring at her like this, no matter how attractive Tegan was!

And she sure was attractive, wasn’t she…

It really wasn’t fair. How was Nyssa supposed to get over this crush when Tegan was as lovely as she was?

‘So…’ Tegan said, looking down at the various parcels covering the table. ‘Crafting supplies?’

‘I make a lot of my clothes,’ Nyssa said, waving a hand absentmindedly as she begun to open the parcels. ‘I’ve got a wedding invite from an old university friend and… well, I decided that I needed to make something new for it. They’re all snobs at this wedding, and I don’t want to reflect badly on Tregonnereth.’

Tegan smiled.

‘We must be taking an impact, then.’

‘Oh, you are!’

Mel had appeared.

Nyssa gave a quick pointed look at the redhead, who promptly decided to ignore Nyssa’s hint.

‘Have you heard about this wedding, Tegan? Two weeks away on the Saturday; I’m sure Nyssa would love to have you go along with her-’

‘Mel!’ Nyssa exclaimed, feeling her own traitorous face turn red. ‘Tegan’s surely busy that day, the wedding itself is on the outskirts of London and, besides, the wedding is so packed that Polly couldn’t give me a plus-one option!’

‘Well, that’s a shame,’ Tegan said, apparently not noticing Nyssa’s flusteredness. ‘Because I’m going to be around there on that day, anyway.’

Nyssa did a double take.

‘Y-you’re going to London as well?’

Tegan rubbed the back of her neck.

‘Sort-of. Three of the old boys from the village are all heading to an old work friends retirement party. I was going to drive them to Plymouth Train Station, but the RMT’s just confirmed a strike for that day.’

Nyssa nodded. The rail companies were planning to close all ticket offices throughout the country, and the union had understandably taken a motion to strike.

‘I was hoping they could catch the bus up,’ Tegan continued. ‘But it’s not gonna be much fun for them, with so little legroom. So it looks like I’m gonna be driving them the whole way.’

‘Longer journey, too,’ Nyssa agreed, frowning. ‘Wait… why don’t I take you all up?’

Tegan stared at her.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course,’ Nyssa said, smiling. ‘I’ve got four spare seats.’

‘Thank you!’ Tegan exclaimed, cheeks dimpling as she returned the smile. ‘Nyssa Traken; you are an angel.’

Nyssa felt her stomach flip over.

‘Young lady, I am a hundred-and-three and I don’t appreciate your tone!’

Nyssa sighed. The three old boys were sat on the back seats of her car. The oldest, a man with long immaculately-combed white hair, was a doctor of some kind; presumably, the old village doctor? Nyssa wasn’t sure. Despite his advanced years, he seemed to be very much aware of his own faculties. Hence why he had kept up a running commentary of Nyssa’s driving ability for the past hour.

The car had passed Bristol a little while ago, and Nyssa had (rather testily, she admitted) responded that the doctor could drive them the rest of the way there if he disliked her driving so much.

‘Oh, calm down, old son,’ said Graham, frowning. ‘Miss Nyssa is very kindly driving us up.’

Graham O’Brien was the youngest of the three old boys. A cheerful cockney in his early retirement, he had moved down to Cornwall to be near his step-grandson, who worked in Plymouth.

Nyssa smiled gratefully at Graham, who smiled.

‘Cheers, love,’ said Wilf, kind eyes twinkling. ‘The Doc is all bark, but he means well.’

Wilfred Mott, the last of the three, was easily the sweetest of the bunch. Another Londoner, he had a grandfatherly presence that was immediately and disarmingly comforting, like a warm snuggly jumper in winter.

Tegan chuckled, flashing a quick grin at Wilf. The Australian was sat in the passenger seat next to Nyssa. She had spent most of the journey chatting cheerfully to the old gents, and the rest dozing in her seat. Nyssa would have woken up but, she had to admit, Tegan did look rather adorable whilst sleeping. Especially in those fetching chinos and shirt.

At that moment, however, the cars in front of Nyssa on the motorway slowed to a sudden stop. Nyssa immediately applied the brake. Everyone in the car startled, as they jolted forwards against their seatbelts.

Tegan looked down.

Nyssa’s arm was pressed against her stomach, preventing her from falling further forwards. Nyssa felt her cheeks flush, and she blinked. When had she done that?

‘Er… thanks,’ Tegan said.

‘No problem,’ Nyssa replied, quietly as she removed her hand.

The three old boys did not say anything.

Mel’s stomach gave an unpleasant growl, as she hurried up the high-street. Oh, this wasn’t good… she shouldn’t have had that two-day-old takeaway food…

She had been planning on having a quiet day to herself in the flat. What with Nyssa heading back to London with Tegan, she’d been hoping to catch up on some reading, do some yoga and mindful meditation, and then spend the evening knitting in front of the telly. She’d even gotten a brand new wool she was hoping to start using!

Of course, thanks to her stomach, she had instead spent most of the past few hours… well, she didn’t like thinking about it, to be honest.

Speeding up her pace, she headed through the pharmacy doors, and hurried towards the counter. Liz Shaw was standing behind it, her auburn hair tied back into its signature bun.

‘Hello, Mel,’ she said, as Mel came to a stop. ‘Good grief, you’re pale as a sheet! Everything alright?’

‘Food poisoning,’ Mel said, through gritted teeth.

‘Diarrhoea?’

Mel nodded.

Liz gave a sympathetic grimace.

‘Let me guess; you tried some takeaway food that was going off?’

‘Yep,’ Mel said, as her stomach gave another lurch. ‘Do you have anything for it? Anti-diarrheal?’

‘You don’t have any allergies to anything?’

Mel shook her head and Liz hurried into the storeroom behind her, the door closing smartly.

The redhead groaned, keeping a tight hold on her stomach. She was supposed to be sensible; why had she done this? If she remembered correctly, her thought pattern had been “oh, live a little and relax”.

Well, she didn’t feel very relaxed at the moment. Especially in her-

‘Mel!’

Mel froze.

Darn it, darn in, darn it-

‘What are you doing here?’ said Ace McShane, hurrying over and coming to stand beside her in front of the counter.

‘O-oh, well…’ Mel said, rubbing her forehead with a hand. ‘I’m feeling a little headachey, you see-’

‘Did you say anti-diarrheal?’ Liz said, bustling back through the door of the storeroom, with several boxes in her arms. ‘Is it serious? Watery?’

Mel bit back a groan, and squeezed her eyes tight, feeling mortification drip into her already-unsettled stomach.

‘Both,’ she whispered.

Liz nodded, before picking up some medication from the bunch she had brought with her. Mel avoided looking at Ace while she paid.

‘Takeaway food, eh?’ Ace said, cheerfully as she followed Mel through the pharmacy. ‘We’ve all been there.’

Mel nodded, dearly wishing she could sink into the earth beneath her feet. Ace gave a cheery wave and headed up the high street. Mel hurried home. Hopefully, once her stomach stopped rebelling, she’d be able to see the funny side.

Nyssa had found herself stuck amongst the Henrietta’s. There were four of them; all immensely posh, from filthy rich families, and with personalities that shuddered at the prospect of a universe beyond Central London. They had already complained enough about having to travel to the suburbs, so Nyssa shuddered to imagine the amount of arguments that might have been if Polly and Ben had gone with their original plan of having the wedding in Portsmouth.

Now, most people with the name “Henrietta” tended to prefer a nickname; Henny, perhaps, or Rita. But each of the Henrietta’s refused to have so much as a letter removed. Even amongst Nyssa’s cohort, they were especially old-fashioned. If Nyssa’s memory served her correctly, all four of the Henrietta’s were actually related, in some way, to the aristocracy.

Needless to say, Nyssa had never liked any of them.

But she wasn’t here for them. She was here for Polly and Ben.

After reaching the outskirts of London, Nyssa had dropped the old boys at their do. Tegan had then hopped out nearby the wedding reception, saying that she’d walk around the shops nearby and then meet Nyssa outside the reception later in the afternoon. Nyssa was hoping that would be sooner rather than later.

She was brought out of this happy memory by the sound of one of the Henrietta’s complaining loudly to a waitress over at the bar. Nyssa quickly left the table and headed over, deftly suggesting that Henrietta write a letter to The Times instead and herding her back to the table.

Nyssa gave an apologetic grimace to the waitress, when she went back to pass her empty glass over.

‘Sorry about her,’ she said, motioning to the Henrietta’s with a flick of her head. ‘They’re just irritable because they’re outside Kensington.’

The waitress sighed.

‘Sounds about right. We get their type all the time.’

Nyssa grimaced again, and was planning to head back over to the table. However, she was beset by the happy intrusion of Polly, looking resplendent in her wedding dress.

‘Nyssa!’ Polly exclaimed, quickly pulling her into a hug. ‘It’s good to see you; thank you so much for coming!’

‘It’s great to see you too,’ Nyssa replied, smiling as they broke apart. ‘Thank you for inviting me; congratulations to you both!’

‘Thank you!’ Polly enthused, face breaking into an enormous grin. ‘It’s been a wonderful day; Ben and I couldn’t be happier- oh, Ben; Nyssa’s here!’

Ben appeared, grinning widely. He was wearing a shirt, trousers and matching waistcoat, having left his suit jacket on his chair due to the summer warmth.

‘Alright, duchess,’ Ben chuckled, grinning. ‘No need to belabour the point. Great to see you again, Nyssa.’

Nyssa shook hands with him.

‘How’s it like in Cornwall?’ Ben asked. ‘We used to go on holidays there when I was a kid; lovely beaches.’

‘It’s fantastic,’ Nyssa replied. ‘All the locals are so sweet and, well, you know I was getting sick of dentistry in London.’

Ben and Polly both nodded.

‘Thanks for coming, Nyssa,’ Ben said. ‘I’d love to chat more, but I need to make sure my young cousins don’t steal the entirety of the buffet food.’

As Ben turned to leave, Polly reached down and squeezed his bum. The cockney gave a laugh and grinned at his wife.

Nyssa rolled her eyes fondly. These two really were adorable, even if they still acted like a pair of randy teenagers on occasion.

‘Sorry about you getting stuck with the Henrietta’s,’ Polly said, with a grimace. ‘Honestly, Ben and I both tried to have you seated on the main table, but the designers said they couldn’t fit you anywhere else.’

‘It’s fine,’ Nyssa replied, with a shrug. ‘I’m here to celebrate your day, don’t worry about things like that.’

‘You’re a sweetie,’ Polly said, before pulling Nyssa into another hug. ‘If you want me to switch with you, just say the word, okay?’

‘Thank you.’

Barely a few minutes later, Nyssa was already regretting not taking Polly up on her offer.

‘But it must be so dull!’ one of the Henrietta’s was exclaiming. ‘I mean, no tube, no theatres, no proper eateries!’

The other people on the table murmured in agreement. Nyssa bit the inside of her lip to stop herself from yelling. She was not making a scene in the middle of someone’s wedding reception.

‘Gosh, can you imagine living outside the M25? Nyssa, how do you cope?’

‘Very well,’ Nyssa said, testily. ‘Cornwall is lovely and the people there are just as lovely.’

‘But it’s in the middle of nowhere? I mean, you hear tales of what goes on in the country. Er, no offence, Nyssa.’

Nyssa was now practically biting her tongue off as she tried not to swear loudly in Welsh. However, something out of Nyssa’s eyeline seemed to have caught the Henrietta’s eyes.

‘Who’s that woman?’

‘Is she lost or something?’

‘Kinda hot, though. Love the hair.’

Nyssa felt her stomach flip over as she turned in her seat.

Of course, Tegan was standing nearby the entrance, looking absolutely beautiful and utterly disinterested in all the pomp happening around her.

‘I like the surfer-girl aesthetic…’ one of the Henrietta’s whispered. ‘Where do you think she gets her hair done?’

‘Cornwall, funnily enough,’ Nyssa said, picking up her bag and climbing to her feet. ‘Speaking of which; I’m heading back home.’

She ignored the astounded noises of her old course-mates (the Henrietta’s all looking various shades of shocked, confused and irritated), and headed quickly across the room to the entrance. As she neared, Tegan spotted her and smiled widely.

‘Alright, Nyssa with a y?’ Tegan cheeked. ‘Sorry; I didn’t mean to intrude.’

‘You didn’t,’ Nyssa said, grabbing Tegan gently by the arm and pulling her towards the door. ‘Come on; let’s get going.’

‘Already?’ Tegan replied. ‘Trying to get me out of the way before your friends ask who I am, eh?’

‘They’re not my friends,’ Nyssa said, as she gently guided Tegan through the door. ‘Although I think they did notice you.’

‘I did wonder why they were staring-’

‘Tegan!’

‘Well, now they’re jealous of you, aren’t they?’ Tegan chuckled. ‘Serves them right for being snobby.’

‘How did you-’

‘Saw how angry you were getting. Thought you might appreciate a distraction.’

Nyssa stared at the Australian, before letting out a laugh.

‘You’re incorrigible, Tegan Jovanka!’

‘I should think so,’ Tegan quipped, grinning lopsidedly. ‘I make a good distraction, if I do say so myself.’

‘Agreed,’ Nyssa giggled. ‘Come on; let’s get back to the car. We’ve got all that traffic to get through…’

Nyssa looked over. The lamplights above the motorway illuminated the woman next to her. The sun had dipped below the horizon an hour or so prior, and the only sounds were the noise of the road below the tyres, and the soft breathing of Tegan.

Tegan’s head was lolling slightly. The Australian must have dozed off at some point. Of course, she looked utterly adorable. However, she would also have a bad neck if she continued to sleep like that.

Nyssa silently pressed a button on the dashboard.

Tegan’s seat gently reclined, until her head was softly leaning against the rest behind it.

Nyssa smiled, before turning back to the road. A road sign ahead stated that the Cornish border was only a little while away. Home was not far away.

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'm not sure when I'll be updating next, as I'm going on holiday in a few days. Stay tuned!

#'glad all over (cake by the ocean)'#doctor who fanfiction #nyssa/tegan #tegan/nyssa #tegan x nyssa #nyssa x tegan #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tyssa #nyssa #nyssa of traken #tegan jovanka #ace/mel #mel/ace #mel bush #ace mcshane #doctor who

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I can’t believe I’m saying this but I do kind of understand what Harry Styles was saying about gay sex scenes because sex scenes with men are always so ROUGH 😭 With het and MLM scenes I typically have trouble believing that they actually have any feelings for each other beyond Horny because the whole time I’m just like damn dude are you even trying to make it good for them cause it’s not all about you!!!

And then like you said we get a hard cut to two girls doing nothing more than laying in bed holding the covers over their titties and I feel infinitely more chemistry and love between them than basically any sex scene with a man 😂 Have men in the industry not got the memo that sex doesn’t always have to be getting railed until you can’t walk but rather there are many ways to have sex and it can in fact often be a loving and dare I say cute experience??? If there’s gonna be a sex scene I want it to show something about the characters and their relationship, how they treat and care for each other (or not 😬) not… whatever tf the scene in TLFOAH was. Wasn’t sexy, didn’t contribute anything, super out of place… ugh

Well, respectfully idk about all that. I mean I think there have been sex scenes involving men that are perfectly lovely and loving in their depiction, it's just unfortunate that those don't tend to be the stories Hollywood dork ass loser execs want to portray 😒 they all want rough sex and violence and exploitation

And really I don't even necessarily blame the actors. I mean yes it's their performance, but I assume they're mostly being directed on how to shoot these scenes. I believe most, if not all, sex scenes these days have choreographers that break every movement and touch down beat by beat to try and do away with any variables that could mess up a shot or give opportunities to less savory actors trying to pull shit in scenes that make stuff weird.

And that's where my bitching and complaining comes in! Lol because now they have no excuse. There's no excuse for the bullshit that gets peddled and is so obviously made salacious on purpose rather than loving.

Like this scene for example.

It could have actually been worth a damn. A sex scene could have worked here, if they had not been thinking "hmmm ho how can we make this as sexy as possible so whoever's boyfriend that's being made to watch this with will get their dick hard", and actually used it as a vehicle for the plot and for character development. I would've been completely for it. If they had slowed down and taken a few beats to show him being sweet with her, show him lovingly kissing her, maybe a few smiles or intense looks while they slowly undressed each other, moments where he stops just to look into her eyes and build that connection. Have the rhythm of the sex be slow and sweet, as though he's giving her tenderness and caring that she hadn't had before - that she's so obviously been searching for in all her pain and trauma and abandonment. That would've been amazing! BECAUSE THEN! You jump forward to the beach scene only a few moments later, and you see that veneer crack. You see the beginnings of his ugliness and his abuse start to emerge.

How much more impactful would that have been?

That stark contrast. That immediate shift that would've felt like the rug was yanked right out from under the viewer and Alice both.

To move between these scenes of seeing her falling into him, thinking '*sigh* Finally. Finally, here's someone who cares about me. Here's someone who will be soft with me. Here's someone who will protect me, help me heal, give me the love that's been stolen from me over and over again in my life. Here's my safety.'

And then... you see him change.

That would've totally been so effective and speak to the characters and the blossoming of their relationship, and how someone can be so blinded by emotions that they don't see the danger signs right in front of them. It would've built such a more solid foundation for why Alice would make excuses and exceptions for him and his behavior, because we'd know that she'd already have this love story written in her head fROM THE SEX SCENE

But no.

Nope.

Uh uh.

Gratuitous boinking always wins and I just

#anon #TLFOAH

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Day 7: Weapon

Every day weaponry

Word count: 1247

Desc: When Danny is unavailable and a ghost targets the whole school, the others have to improvise. Really improvise.

~~~

Sam and Tucker dove into the next classroom, slamming the door shut behind them. They immediately locked eyes with a gang of their classmates bundled together in the corner of the room on full alert. Dash quickly tried to replace his nervous stare with his usual confident one, while Paulina and Star just seemed to become agitated.

"What are you losers doing in here, this is our hiding spot."

"Noone owns hiding spots!" Sam snapped back before turning her gaze back to the door to back away cautiously. They watched them both in uncertainty for a second before someone spoke.

"Did you lead the fucking ghost to us!?" One of the football players exclaimed. Half of the group held their breath at the sudden anticipation while the others glared daggers at the pair.

"Tucker, message him." Sam muttered through her teeth.

"But I thought-"

"Just do it."

Without another word Tucker pulled out his phone, immediately bumping into a desk as they were still backing up. He almost fell into the front of the huddle, three people trying to shove him away again.

Just as Dash finally regained enough composure to speak without giving away his nerves, the door burst open. Despite their ability to pass through anything, many of the ghosts seemed to like a dramatic entrance. A young adult spirit dressed like a teacher they'd never seen before marched inside smiling widely.

"Are the little kiddies playing hide and seek? How cute." She hummed, her smile seeming to grow brighter but eerily more threatening. "But it's time to come back to learning now."

She held up a hand and a mess of green string shot out towards them in an instant, breaking the quiet with a chorus of gasps and screams as everyone cowered. After most of them realised they weren't hurt, they slowly peeked up again to see that Star was now gripped tightly by the rope, pulled back towards the woman who held onto the other end tightly. Star was squirming as much as it'd let her, breathing frantically.

The fear in her eyes shook Paulina to her core.

"Get away from my bestie!" She screamed, barely thinking and grabbing the closest item to her.

"Hey what are you-"

She lobbed the item as fast as she could at the ghost, not really knowing or caring if it hit. She just felt like she had to do something in the moment.

"Ow! Shit!"

Star yelped as the ropes dissipated and she was dropped to the ground. She looked back at Paulina, who was just blinking bewildered at her.

"How did that-"

"Who cares why it worked, let's go!" Sam shouted, seeming to snap everyone back to reality. She and Tucker didn't hesitate to head for the exit behind the ghost, who was now bent over with a hand over its eye. Star did the same, first grabbing Paulina's wrist, who was basically running on all adrenaline no thoughts right now.

Everyone in the classroom followed, people dragging along anyone who seemed too frozen in place. Tucker went to grab his phone as they passed, Sam reprimanding him and yanking him back to his feet so they could keep moving. As the first few reached the door, a low growl echoed from behind them. Everyone got faster.

The door was too much of a chokepoint, and a few of the back were captured. Their sacrifice did however give everyone else the time, as rather than chase the escapees, she dragged her prey down the hall in the other direction, likely to wherever she had taken everyone else.

The new group made it all the way to the bend in the corridor where the main entrance would come into view. When they got there however, they were met with what can only be described as life sized ghostly wooden puppets, hung by green strings that faded into nothing in the air. A couple noticed them there and began hobbling towards them like zombies.

"Oh what the hell!" Dash exclaimed, turning around to run back.

"Wait!" Sam took charge again. Despite her 'loser' social status she could be quite authoritative when she wanted to be. "She's back that way remember! And don't you think the other exits will be guarded too?"

"How are we meant to get to it through them!" He gestured to the hoard that they were now having to swiftly back away from.

"Tucker, you haven't changed your phone since Technus last infected it right?"

"No, why?"

"It's contaminated. I think that's why it hurt the ghost despite being a normal object."

"There's no way no matter what happened to it that that thing hurt it that much!" Someone else interjected.

"It did hit it in the eye." Tucker pointed out.

"Then let's test it." Sam decided, speaking over him and yanking his phone.

The device smacked a puppet in the head, and the thing promptly stubbled backwards onto the floor, as if it had been hit with something far heavier.

"Not again…" Tucker complained quietly, "But hey, it works."

"Pretty well too." Sam observed proudly. "Does anyone have anything that a ghost has interacted with. Anything more than just holding it should do."

After a moment of no one moving, a few people made quiet theories or notes to themselves.

"Maybe…"

"Yeah I might do."

"Now that you mention it…"

"Oh that!"

"Well let's split into teams based on where your lockers are and go get your stuff, whatever it is." Sam explained

Dash inhaled as if he was about to object to following orders from her, but ultimately decided against it.

After sectioning people oft as best she could, she and Tucker set off quickly, seperating from the pack despite some of them heading in the same direction.

"Why don't we just use the weapons in our lockers?" He asked now he actually had the chance.

"We are doing. I don't want to deal with those idiots deciding that they also deserve ecto weapons just because we have some."

"Oh, good point."

Before they even got close, they found themselves abruptly stopped in place, bound in green strings.

"Now kiddos," a silky voice called from behind them, "What's the rules about running in the halls."

"Shit."

~~~

Danny took the spare thermos from Tucker and inspected it in disbelief.

"Let me get this straight. You guys got captured, so a bunch of regular teenagers broke everyone free using… a pair of trainers, a makeup kit, a regular thermos, a ruler, the torn off door of a locker, four mobile phones, and about twenty boxes?"

Sam and Tucker glanced at one another before Sam shrugged, smiling reluctantly.

"I don't really believe it either, but yeah. Other than the actual capturing part they did most of the work."

Danny chuckled "I guess everything can be a weapon if you use it wrong enough… maybe keep your actual weapons nearby next time though."

"But your weapons are regular objects now apparently." Danny noted, still amused by that. He was about to ask if they had any more details on it before Sam interjected.

"Hey, it's not like we can just take them to class with us." Tucker retorted, "Unlike you, our weapons aren't our hands."

"Speaking of, can you like leave my boots in the ghost zone for a day or something? I'd really enjoy getting to roundhouse kick a ghost for once."

"As much as I'd love to see that, I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"Damn."

~~~

I wrote this in one go and barely checked it so it might be a mess. Sorry I didn't actually include the rescue part, I wasn't sure exactly how to tackle that, but I will say I think they'd use any cardboard boxes as makeshift armour. Who knows how effective that'd be, even if contaminated, but it's funny.

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