#Boop me so hard you punch me in the face

[susivoi]

Boop

[icyminghao]

(pretty) hungry

pairing: minghao x gn!reader genre: fluff, drabble, established relationship word count: 0.6k warning(s): mentions of food

summary: minghao attempts to flirt with you in chinese, but ends up getting extremely shy when you confront him to translate whatever he said for you.

from the universe of i don’t understand (but i love you), you nailed it! and a little sweet, but can be read as a standalone.

inspired by jem carstairs from the infernal devices by cassandra clare!

“Baobei*, ni hao piao liang**,” Minghao randomly pipes up, breaking the silence that loomed over the both of you in your weekly reading session.

You look up from your book, ears perking up at the sound of Minghao speaking in his native tongue. “What does that mean?”

There’s a pause. Minghao seems taken aback. You quirk a curious brow at him.

“It means I’m hungry. Let’s go get some food,” Minghao places the book he was reading down on the coffee table before getting up and walking towards you.

You would have believed his translation, if not for the fact that his ears were tinged with the deepest shade of red you’ve ever seen.

Minghao extends his hands for you to grab onto to get up, and you withhold a giggle at how hard he’s trying to hide the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks. You willingly grab onto his hands and lift yourself up, a teasing smile appearing on your endeared expression.

“It means ‘I’m hungry’? I could use it on Junhui the next time we meet, show him how good of a teacher you are,” you smile, eyes focused on his reaction. “Baobei, ni hao piao liang.”

“You can’t tell Junhui that.” Minghao replies immediately. You don’t know how it’s possible, but Minghao only gets redder as he practically squirms under your gaze, looking down at his feet to avoid your eyes. You simply grin wider at how cute he’s being, all because of a few simple words from his native language that he’s refusing to translate for you.

“Why not?” you feign innocence, lowering yourself a little so you could make eye contact with his lowered head. “It’s a pretty useful phrase, isn’t it?”

Minghao sighs, lifting his head up. His face is completely red now. “Well, yes, but it can only be used in specific contexts.”

“Specific contexts?” you raise a brow at Minghao, leaning closer to him. “Do enlighten me, Hao.”

“You can just Google it, y/n,” Minghao presses his lips into a thin line, obviously trying to avoid the topic, “what do you feel like eating?”

Unfortunately for him, you do not give in easily.

“But Hao,” you whine, removing your hands from his to shake his shoulders for dramatic effect, “why would I need to ask Google when I’ve got you?”

You stop shaking his shoulders after a while, moving to cup his face in your hands instead. “What does it really mean? I promise I won’t laugh.”

Minghao’s eyes widen. “How did you know it doesn’t mean ‘I’m hungry’?”

“That’s because you taught me that phrase before, silly. Your excuse sucked from the beginning,” you giggle, booping his nose with your finger before going back to rest your hand on his cheek.

Minghao sighs, reaching up to rest one hand over yours, resigning himself to his fate. “It means you’re really pretty, love.”

Now it was your turn to be flustered. Your hands on his cheek stiffened just a little bit, clearly not expecting the words that came out of Minghao’s mouth so easily. Your gaze fell on everything else but Minghao, and he chuckles in amusement.

“What’s wrong, Baobei?” Minghao teases, leaning closer towards you.

You lightly punch his chest in mock frustration. “You can’t just say stuff like that out of the blue!”

“Well, you were the one who pushed for me to tell you what it meant,” Minghao retorts playfully, smile growing impossibly wider. You huff, and Minghao reaches to take your hand in his.

“Okay, let’s finally go eat, hm?” Minghao smiles softly, turning to lead you towards the front door.

“Wait!” you call after Minghao, and he stops in his tracks before turning to you with a confused expression.

“Ni hao piao liang.”

Oh, if only you took a picture of his stunned, absolutely flustered expression to keep forever (and maybe use as blackmail). You guess you’d just have to keep the image in your memory.

*: Baobei (宝贝) — Chinese term of endearment for “baby” or “love”.

**: Ni hao piao liang (你好漂亮) — “you’re really beautiful/pretty”.

a/n: i love hao sm can u tell (also i may or may not have written this bc of that weibo live earlier omg minghao needs to stop like rn.)

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[teddybeartoji]

a heavy sigh falls from your lips.

"i'm jus' having a day."

satoru huffs. "you're telling me... that you're having a day... aaaaaaall by yourself, handsome?"

you don't need to look at him to know that he's wiggling his eyebrows. dummy. faintly shaking your head, you try to brush his stupid comment off but your lips have a mind of their own, so used to a smile that they're already twitching upward. and satoru being satoru, he takes it as a very good sign to continue. "i can't believe the love of my life is having a day – without me. betrayal, i tell you, absolute betrayal."

he throws himself onto the couch right next to you, thighs touching. no inches between you.

"stop..." you whine. "let me have my day..."

"no way, baby. we're having a day." tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and he whispers — "together."

when you turn to face him, your noses touch. he never did know what personal space is but it's not like you mind (you love it). he looks into your weary eyes, hiding his frown. he nudges his nose against yours and presses a quick kiss to it.

"so is it a 'quiet' day or a 'sleep' day or a 'bath' day or a 'film' day or a 'park' day or....?" his voice is so soft and sugary and warm and caring and you immediately get lost in your thoughts. he's so sweet. you're so grateful for him. if you told him to be quiet for the rest of his life, he'd do it. it'd be very fucking hard but for you – he'd do it without a second thought. and now he's here, asking you what kind of a day you're having. he would've probably wanted to play video games or make-out or go bully suguru but he won't even bring it up because he can see that it's not the right time for that. and you're so grateful. what did you do to deserve a boyfriend like this? a boyfriend who's so ready to put your needs above his, always and forever.

he observes you in your little mind palace, your eyes are little zoned out and it just might be the cutest thing. he places his hand on your thigh, gently pulling you back to him. he doesn't say anything, only giving you a reassuring smile. you love him.

"a 'quiet' day, i think." your head falls against his shoulder with a soft thump.

"okay."

pressing his soft lips to your forehead, he draws hearts on your back.

a quiet 'sorry' tries to hide inside the crook of his neck, burrowing itself into his hoodie. he catches it, though. like always.

"sorry for what?"

"this."

a rumble in his chest, you feel it so clearly.

"you're sorry for having a day?"

an incoherent mumble is his answer.

craning his neck, he tries to look down on you. a finger finds your nose and boops! it, making you sink deeper into him.

"my baby."

it's like honey – the sweetest coo in the whole wide world. he pours it all over you, covering you in his love, sticking you to him. you don't mind (you love it).

"never ever ever ever apologize for that stupid shit again, though."

...

and there it is — a snicker. not a full laugh but it's enough.

"like - damn, you really are dense sometimes, baby." he whistles, earning him a punch to his chest. and a smile. he's getting there.

"what the fuck is wrong with you, satoru?" sitting up straight, you force your lips into a thin line (it's so hard to not smile around him). "i'm over here begging for mercy for being, oh, i don't know, vulnerable, and you tell me that i'm dense?"

hastily you stand from the couch, leaving satoru staring up at you with a big grin. "what a good boyfriend." you scoff. but your words mean absolute jack shit to him, it's like water off a goose. he's never been more in love. he sees another twitch of your lips and he knows he has you.

turning away, you're ready to make a bit of a scene, ready to stomp your feet, ready to forget everything about your day but you can't. an ungodly strength has you glued to your spot because satoru has other plans. his fingers wrap around your wrist, easily pulling you straight down onto his lap. he mumbles a quick 'the best boyfriend' before attacking you with a quick press of his lips to yours and a smirk and you know you're fucked. this wasn't your plan. this is bad. this is extremely bad. you know what he's gonna do and you can't do anything about it. no, no, no. you were supposed to stomp away and wait for him to come hug you from the back, being all cuddly and cute — this was not the plan.

it's his ultimate power move. tickles.

you hate him.

(you love him so much that you fear your heart will literally explode every time you're around him).

and then his fingers are running all over your sides, laughter bubbling from your throat, no matter how hard you try to hold it back. he manages to hold you down and torture you at the same time, it's unforgiving (and impressive but you won't tell him that). tears brim in your eyes and he can't stop looking at you.

this is how you should look all the time. not the tears in your eyes, of course, but the smile. oh, the smile. from one ear all the way to the other. the corners of your eyes crinkling. he can't wait to grow old with you and see the smile wrinkles, these'll definitely be one of his greatest achievements. he's so serious about it.

luckily, he doesn't keep it up for too long, letting you catch your breath – your head falling back onto his chest, right above his heart.

"you're such a dick."

"you love me so much, i'm surprised you haven't proposed yet."

another weak slap against his chest and he laughs. loud and full of love.

a comfortable silence. his hands rest on your waist, soaking in the feeling of your skin, the feeling of you on him, your heart so near his. you trying to get a grip and he's enjoying his time with you. he could be watching paint dry with you and he'd love it. he hopes you know that (he needs you to know that).

"we can still do a crying party... if you want." his breath tickles your ear. "i'll cry with you."

you're so grateful.

snaking your hands behind his neck, you pull him close. "thank you."

"anything for you. everything for you."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How would the main 10 react if they were sleeping in the same bed as an S/O who had a nightmare, and when they woke up was scared of the skelly for just a moment? Like who would be offended vs. just concerned? Sorry if this has been asked before! I thought I looked hard enough.

Undertale Sans - Definitely concerned. He knows what bad nightmares are. He waits for you to calm down before slowly asking if you want to discuss it. Sans is good at finding words to comfort you so you two can go back to sleep.

Undertale Papyrus - He's very concerned. He lived this scenario a lot with Sans already, so he doesn't mind you being a bit scared. He pats your back until you feel better then starts to talk about random things to change your ideas.

Underswap Sans - He jumps a little at your stare but doesn't take offense more than that. He's just relieved you're ok. Now, he's not the best at comforting people, but he tries some bad jokes to change your ideas.

Underswap Papyrus - He hugs his S/O tight until they're fine again. Honey is a bit concerned, but he knows how bad nightmares can be. He shows he's there for you and will keep you in his arms until you fall back asleep.

Underfell Sans - It hurts a bit, but it's not important. Red can tell you're not ok right now and he prefers to focus on that. He asks you if you're ok, and then awkwardly pets your back or your head to comfort you. He's not sure he's doing it right, but he's trying.

Underfell Papyrus - It definitely hurts. He was about to hug you but he freezes at your reaction and then decides to give you some space. He's unsure what to do or say as he's not sure if he did something wrong. He simply stays in bed, sitting next to you, waiting to see if you're going to reject him or accept his help. You decide.

Horrortale Sans - He's not awakened enough to notice honestly. Eye sockets half closed, he grabs your arm and kinda yanks you against him. He then starts to purr to soothe you while he falls back asleep, hugging you tightly.

Horrortale Papyrus - He acts like nothing happened because you're clearly distressed and simply comforts you like usual. You understand at his stress baking the rest of the day that he actually noticed a lot and that it made him very insecure about himself. Willow doesn't want to bother you by talking about it so he kinda bottled his feelings.

Swapfell Sans - You getting spooked of him actually spooked him and he punched you in the face instinctively as a defense mechanism lol. Well, at least you're back asleep very fast. You're a bit confused when you wake up with a headache a few hours later.

Swapfell Papyrus - Uh. He's a bit nervous and just boops your nose hoping to stop that scared expression in your eyes. Come on, bud, it's just little old' him, nothing to be scared about. Rus is strangely a little more silent than usual that day.

Fellswap Gold Sans - "Are you going to stop staring at me like that tonight or tomorrow?" Ah... Wine and his legendary compassion. He's a bit grumpy that you woke him up and just turned his back on you to go back to sleep lol. Go see Coffee if you want comfort, he's not helping for sure.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He looks behind him in fear, thinking you saw a monster behind him or something and just... stares in confusion. As there's nothing there. Uh. Ok. Now he's scared to. So how about you two hug until you both forget what just happened?

[asukiess]

why the kuro neko salters were right

between boops today, I decided to rewatch relevant episodes for fic writing purposes, and I started off with a strong, principled Adrien episode: Kuro Neko.

I feel that I defended this episode for a long, long time, when in reality my rewatch illuminated a lot of its flaws: Marinette's continued mistreatment of Chat Noir for no reason (and frankly, her bitchy tone when snapping at him in the beginning); the unhealthy ardency for which Chat Noir goes crawling back to her, reenforcing a harmful message to young viewers about love and partnerships; and finally, with everything else that happened in Season 4, why did the writers waste a WHOLE episode on ???? a character who only shows up once ???? Adrien never even MENTIONS being Cat Walker again in Season 5????

I unfortunately feel like writing a s6 fic meant evaluating things in a new light, but I'll keep it under a read more so those who don't want to see this meta, especially from me, can easily scroll past.

(I still like Loveywalker, but to me it feels more like... two OCs rather than having to be bound by a canon that doesn't even respect its own story?)

Let's start with my first point, the mistreatment of Chat Noir.

"What was that?"

Ladybug's left hand retreated back, her right still lightly resting in his grasp. Her face was set with a small smile, more than he'd seen these days. His lips were still pouting, as his respectful kissing of her hand had been interrupted by something...familiar.

"I thought you said you liked cats, Velours," she teased, tilting her head. "You've never done that to a cat?"

Patte de Velours's nose still tingled. He dropped her hand and coughed behind his own, averting his gaze. "Cats are...fickle pets. I try not to disturb them too much."

Ladybug considered this with a hum, hiding her hands behind her back. "That might be right, but it's still fun to do that every now and again." Her eyes too fell on the roof below them. "I haven't done that in a long time."

Velours thought her words over carefully, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe she'd had a pet cat that wasn't around anymore. He had never had a pet himself, never being allowed, but the thought of losing something without being able to properly express to them how much they'd meant to you felt like a punch to the gut.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he said finally, with measure and compassion. A little uncouth, he scratched his nose.

She waved him off with an airy laugh. "No, don't be! It's not your fault." She rubbed one eye with her knuckle. "Allergies, actually---can't be around each other without issues!" She sighed. "Back to the shelter."

His heart fell. Somehow, that seemed even worse, having a pet and needing to give it up.

"Cats are really funny, though," she began again, and both of their heads raised, eyes catching. "Sometimes when you do that, they do it back."

Velours couldn't help but smile, and he wanted to see hers again, too. Reaching out with his index finger, he lightly tapped her nose, trying not to laugh at the way her eyes crossed when she followed the movement. "Like that?"

Her lips, pressed into a straight line, wobbled out into a grin. "You're close, but it's a little more like..." She repeated the action, tapping his harder than before, flicking her wrist for extra flair. "Like that?"

He nodded with all the feigned seriousness he could muster. Like he was truly taking notes on this. "I see. So maybe like---" he quickly tapped hers with precision, and she scrunched her nose in a giggle. "Did I do it right that time?"

She shook her head and his mouth dropped open in actual surprise. "Not even close." She booped his nose again, and before her hand was back in her lap he was already returning the gesture, and quickly the two of them devolved into a flurry of taps and laughter, the push and pull of their bodies swaying them as they weaved like boxers in a fight.

It only stopped when her hands accidentally smushed his nose so hard, his eyes immediately stung with tears.

"Oops!" Ladybug cringed behind the offending hand, head ducking between her shoulders. "I'm sorry!"

"It's all right," he said, rubbing his nose with a smile. "You obviously won with the finishing blow. I was no match for the Ladybug."

Her eyes softened as she studied him, and he smiled again to show her he was really okay.

"Still," she crooned, reaching out again. Her finger came to rest on his chin, tilting his face down, which he followed without question. "I'm sorry," she said, and leaned in close, placing a small kiss on his nose. "I hope you can forgive me."

"I already have," Velours managed through a renewed wave of tears and a hot blush.

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

On My Mama Pt. 7 (Things I Hate About You)

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“Not gonna lie… I can’t fault you for fucking the OG. She fine af.” Riri whispered to Shuri as they watched You and your mother stare each other down. You’d walked up to the door, pushing Riri out of the way and had been staring your mother down for what felt like hours but was mere minutes.

“Riri, shut the fuck up.” Shuri hissed, irritated that all her effort was going to be demolished by this one moment.

“Ion know why you mad for, you got to fuck on the OG and you fucking on Y/n now. You greedy bitch.” Riri rolled her eyes. Not that she wanted to mess with your mother. She was aware the woman was attractive but she had nothing on you. You were gorgeous, smart, opinionated as hell and kind even though you tried to pretend you weren’t and that you didn’t care about anything or anyone.

“Are you not going to invite me in?” Your mother asked, her tone was sickly sweet. A tone you knew all too well. It was her nice nasty tone.

“No.” You finally spoke.

“No?” She repeated as if shocked.

“No!” You hissed, and slammed the door in her face.

“Oh shit.” Riri laughed in disbelief. She didn’t know what to expect but that surely wasn’t it.

“Y/n…” Shuri called but you ignored her as you opened the door to see your mother still standing there with a shocked look on her face.

“The nerve you have to come here is astounding!” You snap. Months of ignoring her and trying to pretend she didn’t exist hadn’t prepared you for the rage you felt at seeing her again. “You’re nothing but a selfish bitch! Never in your life have you ever been a decent person! You come here and for what? To make amends so that you feel better about yourself?! Fuck you! I told you I never wanted to see you again and you seem to think what? That I misspoke ? My DAD is DEAD, and I wish it were YOU! You are not a mother! You don’t know the first thing about being a mother! And if you think I’m being emotional or that I don’t mean what I’m saying hear me when I say… I FUCKING HATE YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE! DAD IS THE ONLY REASON I EVER RESPECTED YOU EVEN WHEN YOU TREATED ME AS IF I WERE MERELY THE SHIT ON THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOES YOU HOMOPHOBIC HYPOCRITE WHORE !”

Shuri and Riri shared a look of astonishment as they watched you crash out. You were visibly shaking, your eyes narrowed and your words emphasized with great contempt. Neither knew what to say or do as they’d never seen you this angry.

Your mother said nothing as she took in your words. Her jaw clenched and her eyes tightened as she stared at you in utter disbelief.

“Get the fuck away from my apartment and slither back to whatever fucking gutter you crawled out from!” You spoke again, wanting her to get just how much you wanted her to leave.

* WHAP *

You stare at your mother in shock as she slapped you so hard, you bit your tongue.

“You clearly have lost your mind! You do NOT talk to me like that!” She shouted.

“Fuc—“

* WHAP *

You grinded your teeth to keep from hitting her back, as she glared at you. She’d never put her hands on you before, she’d never dare with the way your father was about you.

“I’ve given you more than enough time to get your act together. I am your mother and you will respect me! I brought your ungrateful, spoiled and entitled ass into this world.” She eyes you, her mouth setting in a line.

“Entitled? Me? Clearly being a whore and a hypocrite isn’t enough. You had to add delusional to the list as well.” You spat, furious at her words.

“Y/n, I’m trying not to put my hands on you. I did not come here for this. Your father would be so disappointed with —“

* BOOP *

“Don’t talk about my fucking dad!” You punched her straight in the nose, hearing the crack.

Shuri quickly moved to grab you as Riri grabbed your mother as the two of you moved to hit each other. You had no love lost for the woman. That died when your dad died. You tried to be cordial and respectful and perfect for her and all she ever did was shit on it. Your dad pushed you to respect her, to love her even when she made it hard for you to.

“YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. MOTHER. YOU. DON’T. KNOW. HOW. TO. BE. ONE!!!!!” You screamed, fighting against Shuri’s hold.

“You excel at playing a victim, Y/n.” Your mother shakes her head. “Everything isn’t always about you. You’re angry because your little childhood crush fucked me? Baby girl, I am everyone’s childhood crush. Grow up and stop with this nonsense.”

Riri’s eyes widened as she stared at Shuri. She was shocked at the audacity your mother had. The whole argument between the two of you was absolutely absurd and it was getting more ridiculous with every rebuttal.

Shuri simply raised a brow. She had known absolutely nothing of your mother until she threw herself at her the night at the club. While she could admit your mother was gorgeous, she was no different from the many women that tried to get her attention. You were the only one besides Riri that showed her that you were more than just your looks.

She actually respected you and Riri. Something she couldn’t say for the plethora of women she’d fucked or whom had tried to throw themselves at her unsuccessfully.

Shuri was unsure where your mother got the idea that she was such hot shit. She literally fucked her in that club and walked away like it was nothing. In fact she took a completely different woman home the same night.

While she could admit your mother was good, and very attractive. Shuri remembered how much she hated how the woman ran her mouth. She literally fucked her from the back and choked her to get her to shut the fuck up. She’d fucked her several times in an hour after she’d finally shut her mouth.

The woman was a functioning drunk that talked a little too much about shit no stranger should have been privy to. Many things she felt you should have been aware of but it wasn’t her place to speak on anything. Let alone try to mend fences especially considering you were just getting on good terms with her.

“You’re bragging about being fucked like a two dollar whore in a club bathroom?!” You laughed, not even able to be angry at her words.

Weird flex but ok….

“Did you not fuck that girl in a car in middle school?” Your mother reminded you, a smirk on her lips. “You were always to fast for your age and yet here you are trying to shame me? I am grown.”

“Well it takes a whore to know one. As you said, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You returned her smirk. You were far from a whore but if she thought that would hurt you, she was sadly mistaken.

“You fucked up a good thing with a good man and yet here you stand with no remorse. Talking about being fucked by the same person you cheated with. You’re literal garbage. Not even worth my time. Get out and don’t come back.” You relaxed in Shuri’s hold, not even willing to continue with whatever this was.

“Y—“

You cut her off by holding up a hand. “Leave!”

Riri forces her towards the door and slams the door, locking it. She didn’t like the fact you both were disrespecting each other but even less that she as the mother was egging the situation on rather than trying to stop it.

Her mother would never act like that. She would never talk to her mother like that either but she also knew everybody was different and circumstances were different for everyone. The whole situation made her feel the ick. She felt like your mother was weird for fucking with anyone her daughter’s age, just off how she’d feel if that were her mother.

Then add to it how she was acting and what she was saying. The mere thought of her and her mother in a similar situation made her feel sick. She didn’t know who to side with as far as she saw it in her mind you both were wrong. Your mother for talking to you crazy and even more so for hitting you in the face. There was never any need for a parent to hit a child in the face. She’d never get behind that.

You were wrong in her eyes for disrespecting your mother. It didn’t matter what your mother did in her relationship with your father, it was between them not you. She could understand your loyalty to your father but it had nothing to do with you beyond how he died. You had every right to be upset but disrespecting her was wrong.

You both clearly needed A LOT of therapy in her opinion but she wouldn’t hold her breath on that happening anytime soon, if at all. For it to get physical like it did made it clear that reconciliation was far out of reach.

-

A few hours later You, Shuri and Riri are lounging on Shuri’s California King Bed. Shuri thought it was a good idea to smoke the bad day away. So you all were getting high and drinking. A bad combo, but one you needed.

“Why do you hate yo ma dukes so much? It’s gotta be more than just the cheating and the death of your pops.” Riri says, blowing smoke out as she stared at you.

“She’s not what she portrays herself to be. She’s homophobic, emotionally and verbally abusive. She belittles me any chance she got. My father was the buffer between us, she was always on her best behavior around him.” You roll your eyes as you take the blunt from Riri and take a long hit.

“You know today’s the first time she ever put her hands on me?” You laugh hysterically. “The scary bitch would have never if my dad was still here.”

“I’m sorry.” Shuri says, as she rubs your back. She took the blunt from you and took a hit, fighting the urge to ask the many questions she had on her mind. She hated when people tried to get deep with her so she’d be a hypocrite to do it to you.

“I don’t know what I did to make her hate me so much.” You teared up. You’d always thought it might have been the gay thing but when she fucked Shuri you knew it wasn’t that. “But I’m past the point of caring. I hate her just as much as she hates me so we’re even.”

“She could die tomorrow and I’d be like ‘She died? Hope that bitch is dead as hell!” You continued ranting, taking a huge swig of the Wakandan alcohol Shuri had.

Riri frowned but said nothing. She didn’t like that but if that was how you felt then that’s how you felt. She could see now that you had a lot of rage and resentment build inside of you towards your mother. If you couldn’t forgive your mother, how could you ever forgive her?

“Shuri, I wanna fuck.” You whined, climbing on her lap and straddling her legs.

Riri looked at the two of you in jealousy. She hated how things had taken a turn for the worse. She really liked you and she felt sick at how she fucked up. She still couldn’t get the look on your face out of her head.

You leaned up to whisper in her ear. “I wanna fuck Riri too.” You giggled at the look on her face.

“Y/n, you sure ?” She asked.

“I don’t have to like the bitch to fuck her.” You shrugged, you didn’t like Riri. You were sticking to that, even if you didn’t entirely believe that.

You climbed off of Shuri’s lap and started to strip, watching the way Riri’s hooded eyes followed your movements.

“Everyone’s doing reckless and trifling shit and I believe in that saying ‘if you can’t beat em, join em’ so, why not fuck you both.” You said, nonchalantly.

You were attracted to them both, and you were in the mood for some reckless behavior.

“Of course you don’t have to.” You give them both the option but you knew they wouldn’t deny you. They fucked each other many times before, and you were sure while they both wanted to fuck you; this was more exhilarating.

“You need therapy.” Riri shook her head, looking away from you.

She wanted you badly but not this way. If it was purely about sex she would have taken you up on the offer. She honestly could have pressed you harder and had your legs opened back when you didn’t hate her. She actually liked you, and she knew deep down you were still angry and hurt at her actions.

Fucking you wouldn’t change anything and she refused to be involved in toxicity. While her previous actions were toxic, she knew she was wrong immediately after and sought out her old therapist to gain some help and to take accountability for her wrongdoing.

She could see that you were in a downward spiral of self destruction and despite how much Shuri may like you. She was enabling the bad behavior. You used sex as a way to gain affection and hide your pain, it was easy to see and she was not willing to contribute to it.

When she’d initially made the bet with Shuri on who would be the first to have you, she had no real intention of going through with it. She’d merely wanted Shuri to stop the drunken whoring she was prone to.

And like she figured. Shuri stopped fucking random women and focused solely on getting your attention. She may have flirted with other women to get under your skin but she hadn’t touched another woman since the day you’d met.

Going back to therapy unleashed a bunch of things she hadn’t fully thought about. Like what led to her immature and petty actions. Or why she tried her best to look out for Shuri and be her stress relief when things got too much and she got sick of other people. Or why she was willing to sacrifice any relationship with you if it meant Shuri being happy.

She was still dealing with unresolved guilt from when she had unwillingly unleashed that psycho fish man on Wakanda. The Queen’s death still weighed on her, despite her trying to bury the feelings and thoughts that sometimes plagued her.

Therapy showed that she purposely sabotaged her relationship with you because she didn’t feel she deserved you. She felt she owed it to Shuri to help you open up and heal so the two of you could be together, even if it killed her inside.

It also unearthed her loyalty to Shuri in a way that her therapist said worried her. Riri spent every waking minute of the day focused on how she could better your day or Shuri’s. Her projects and vigilante work suffered, though her therapist knew nothing of her secret identity.

She felt slightly burnt out but it still didn’t compare to the guilt she felt at what Shuri had lost due to her. Nothing would ever make them even but Riri had vowed to always try to make things better for Shuri no matter what.

“I didn’t ask for Dr Phil.” You level her with a glare. There was no way she was denying you after all the ass kissing she’d done.

“Look, you can accept that fact or not but the truth remains the same. You need help, and I just want to be your friend. I care about you Y/n. Whether you believe that or not.” Riri sighs, before heading out of Shuri’s room and closing the door.

“Do you think I need help?” You ask, climbing back on top of Shuri.

“Absolutely.” Shuri nods, placing a kiss on your neck. “And I’m just the person to give it to you.”

You squeal as she flips you over so she is hovering over you.

[bel1ewrites]

The Alcohol Helped (Tara Carpenter x Reader)

a/n: sorry about the drought.

Description: It's too hard to stay away.

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: sorority setting, mentions of drugs and alcohol (underage drinking), drunk Sam and Tara, idiot reader with top energy, I changed the ages of Sam (22) and Tara (19) to fit the narrative better

COLLEGE parties are never as fun as you think they’ll be. Maybe it’s the lack of alcohol in your system, possibly the absence of mind bending drugs that makes them seem kind of, well, lame. Being the designated driver always reminds you of the pure stupidity that flows through sweaty, half clothed twenty-somethings with a knack for getting themselves into trouble. 

“Oh president!” slurs your new assistant. Sam had secured her position after being one of the least insufferable people you’d ever known. Her first night in the house was spent drinking and watching all of the Pitch Perfect movies with you well into the early morning, and her second night was spent signing all of the new members up for random websites after acquiring their emails. 

“Hello, Samantha.” 

She giggles at the formality, drunkenly mocking the way you said her name and gripping your shoulders, looking into your eyes with serious intensity. “My sister loooves you.”

Tara. A new addition to the sorority. She didn’t even really have to rush due to her sister being your second in command. She was all doe-eyes and sickeningly sweet smiles, raven black hair and the kind of face that had recently begun to creep into your dreams. Truly the picture perfect active. 

“Does she?” you’re smirking a little, arms crossed and back pressed against the cool, probably germ infested wall. Vibrations run through you with each pump of the bass in some mind-numbing song. 

“Mhm,” she hums, a dopey look on her flushed face. She lifts her hand from your shoulder and boops you on the nose. “We were dancing with Chad, and Chad was all,” her voice deepens in an attempt to recreate his, “‘You’re soo beautiful Tara blah, blah, blah, we should blah, blah, blah’ but then Tara was all,” this time her pitch rises, “‘No, Chad. I’m totally… no you’re like my brother blah, blah, I’d never do that with you blah, blah, blah I wish Y/N would blah, blah, until I blah, blah, blah.”

“First of all, stop saying ‘blah, blah, blah’ before I punch you, and second of all, what did Tara-”

Speak of the devil, she’s stumbling towards you, drink sloshing around and spilling over the sides of her cup. Her cheeks are red, her eyes wide and sparkling. 

“Sam, come do another shot with me,” she’s begging, tugging on her sister’s arm. It’s a weak tug, fueled by her foggy mind. She hasn’t noticed you standing there, too preoccupied with her mission to get more alcohol in her system. 

“I don’t think you need another shot,” you cut in. Typically, you didn’t really care what the members of your sorority did in their spare time, so long as it didn’t interfere with their performance. Tara was nineteen. She was old enough to do as she pleased for the most part, and even if she technically wasn’t old enough to drink, she was still an adult who could make her own decisions. That being said, you couldn’t help but feel protective over her, brushing it off with some half-assed excuse about how she’s Sam’s sister. 

Round, brown eyes blink up at you as she processes your presence. 

“I mean,” she stutters, “let’s go uh… form meaningful connections?” 

“Nice one,” you’re running a hand through your hair, slightly damp with the perspiration that comes with a night full of standing and watching. 

“Well,” Sam starts with a little laugh, “I’m gonna go somewhere else.” Her figure retreats, blocked soon by the current of shifting bodies. 

Tara sways lightly on her feet. Midnight black strands of hair fall from her ponytail, framing her face with a flaw free air of carelessness. She’s wearing a cropped tank top and baggy jeans that make her look shorter than normal and sit perfectly on her hips, smudged eyeliner resulting in a strenuous difficulty for you to keep your hands in your pockets. 

“You know what we should do?” she’s grinning, eyes droopy. “We should dance.” Her hands reach for yours as you attempt to maneuver out of her range, aware of what a bad idea this is. 

You tell yourself you tried, but ultimately you fail to keep her off of you when she grabs your forearms and places them on her shoulders, backing up and effectively pulling you away from the comfort of your wall. With your arms resting casually over her shoulders, hands limp and unmoving, she sighs happily and clings to your torso. 

“You’re the perfect hug shape,” she mumbles, words muffled with her face against your ribbed tank. She’s breathing you in and humming.

“What does that mean?” Your voice is low and what the two of you are doing couldn’t possibly be defined as dancing. She’s hugging you tight, hands around your waist, and you’re holding her to you, one arm curved around the back of her neck and the other still hanging off her shoulder. There’s a comforting sway, the both of you rocking side to side soothingly. 

“I mean,” her hands are moving on your back, “You have such a sturdy body,” fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, “muscular and soft. Tall-” (“Everyone’s tall to you,” you interject.) “-and you smell so good all the time. It’s like some sort of sorcery. You’re like a hot, good smelling witch or something.” She’s fumbling over her words but you’re barely listening, focused intensely on the way her nails run over your bare back from under your shirt. 

Tara Carpenter has her hands under your shirt and it’s so hot where you stand but you’re shivering and pulling her closer. Tara Carpenter is scratching your back and you're stone cold sober but you can’t think through the fog in your mind.  

“I love this shirt on you,” she groans. She’s groaning and her hands are on your naked back and you’re holding her to you and all you can think about is her.  

“Yeah?” your voice shakes a little.

“Mm,” she nods against you. “It’s sexy.” 

It’s your turn to groan. It’s too much and you’re dangerously close to cracking under the sexual tension. 

“I’m gonna go get Sam.” you gently nudge her off of you. “I think you’re both in need of a glass of water and a bed. “

She’s frowning when you walk off. 

—-----

By the time you manage to drag Sam away from her game of beer pong and into the car, Tara still hasn’t spoken more than two words to you. She sits silently in the backseat and picks at her hands with intent whilst her sister insists on taking aux to listen to the Tangled soundtrack the whole way home. Every once in a while you glance in the rear view mirror and catch her eyes before she looks somewhere else again. 

As soon as the three of you clamber out of the vehicle and through the door, Sam heads for the leather couch in the common area and falls face first into it. You hang up your keys and watch Tara stumble slightly as she makes her way to her room. 

It’s silent, the sound of the heater kicking on fills the space around you along with your racing mind. Had you taken it too far with Tara? Did you make her uncomfortable? Maybe you should bring her some water and leave her an Advil for the morning. 

“Tara?” you call from outside her room, water and medicine in hand. She’s still awake, light on and soft music playing, muffled by the shut door. Beneath the light thrum of the melodies you can hear soft sniffles and little whimpers that make your heart drop in your chest. 

Tucking the pill bottle beneath your arm, you turn the knob and slowly crack open the barrier between you and her, still not peeking inside. “Tara?”

A pause. “What?” her voice is watery and you finally gain the courage to step inside. 

Her room is so impossibly her that it’s shocking. Soft white walls covered in bulletin boards, a few shirts scattered around the floor in a mess that seems intentional. It’s contrasting with the current state of her. Her eyes are puffy, cheeks still flushed from earlier, deeper now with the addition of tears. With the comforter pulled up over her neck all you can see is her face.

“Tara,” her lip quivers, face crumpling. “What’s wrong, baby?” Placing the things on her dresser, you rush to sit on her bed and rest a comforting hand on her forehead, moving the hair stuck there out of her face. She only cries harder.

“I’m sorry,” the bed shifts as she turns to lay on her side and face away from you.

“For what?” Confusion filters through you. If anything, it’s you who should apologize. 

“Making you uncomfortable with everything I said earlier,” she replies, body curled into a ball beneath her blankets. “It was really inappropriate of me.” 

Uncomfortable? The only thing that was uncomfortable was the metaphorical boner you got every time you were in her general vicinity, and that had nothing to do with anything she’d said. 

“Wait,” it clicks in your mind, “when we were dancing?”

She nods. 

“Tara, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you rub circles on her upper back through the layers, “Hell, I was too comfortable.”

The gears in her mind turn weakly and she turns to look at you with wet eyes; asking, “What’s that mean?” with a sniffle.

“It means we were swaying and you were rubbing my back and calling me hot and I had to step away before I did anything irrational.” She’s on her back now, staring up at the ceiling fan silently. “Not because I don’t want to do… irrational things with you- it’s just that you’re Sam’s sister and I don’t want to complicate anyth-”

“-Sam’s the one who told me to go for it,” Tara informs you. Her tears are gone, their pathways dry on her face. “Said she’d had enough of our eye-fucking back before she’d even had her first shot.”

Agape. Your jaw is agape and you close it before opening it again like a fish out of water, struggling to find a response. Sam was the reason you’d tried to keep your distance; stuck to admiring from afar and aspiring to be close. Was the attraction that obvious?

“I only got the courage tonight because I’d caught you staring at me all week,” she finally smiles, “But the alcohol helped I guess.”

A noise of pure embarrassment emerges from your throat and you fall back against her mattress, crossing your forearms over your blushing face. Clearly you needed to work on your stealth abilities. 

The surface you lay on dips with movement. Tara’s warm hands wrap around your forearms as she struggles to pull them away. It’s truly laughable how little she moves them. She manages to uncover your eyes, her own sparkling with unknown emotions, a warm smile on her lips. You peer up at her with a hidden grin on your face. 

“So,” you start, “a hot, good smelling witch, huh?”

[crazyk-imagine]

Being Luffy's Stray (Version A)

After finishing this and editing it, I don't entirely find it cringey and I don't regret making the other version

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- Luffy found you asleep on the deck of his ship, he was happy to have a friend

- But then when he found himself needing to fight for his life in the Marines bar, that’s when he realized how cool you really were

- You shifted and everyone’s mood changed, whispers coming from every corner

“Who’s ready to rumble?” You purr, intimidating marines always gave you a sense of satisfaction.

“It’s the fearless shifting pirate.”

- You stand before Luffy and grab the man before he could get hurt, reminding him of someone he used to know

"Come on, kid."

"I'm not a kid." He pouts but follows after you

"You wouldn’t be a kid if you didn’t stop and pick a fight with everyone you meet."

"How'd you do that?" He asks, ignoring the question.

"How are you a rubber man?"

"I ate a devil fruit."

You raise a brow waiting for him to understand what you’re talking about. "And?"

"Oh. You ate one too."

You pat his shoulder, "now he gets it."

- Nami and Zoro had no idea who you were or what you do until you were dealing with Buggy

- He held you up by the back of your neck, laughing until he got a foot in his face

- You immediately turn and find your friend trapped in a glass case before running to him and start punching the glass as hard as you can, blood smearing across the front in the process from your knuckles

- You're pulled back by a floating hand. "What the hell?"

"What? You didn't realize I could- oh, right. You were still in your little burlap sack," and he laughs in your face

- You’ve never wanted to beat a clown before and you’re ready to start now

- Luckily, you’re able to him lock up in the random collection of unused treasure chests he had lying around

- Luffy immediately runs to you and hugs you

- You groan and stand still, patting him on his back every few seconds

- He steps back from you and you two stare at Nami and Zoro

- They have no idea what’s happened and are naturally, confused

"What was that?"

"A magic trick, what do you think, Orangie?"

She narrows her eyes at you

"Keep staring at me like that and I might cough up a hairball."

Nami shutters, "gross."

You smirk, "yep so, don't mess with me." Your tail flicks. "I play dirty."

Zoro raises a brow, "weren’t you gonna jump in sooner?"

You shrug, "I don't know. The clown literally threw me in a sack. He's lucky I didn't scratch an eye out."

- Finding a new ship was... annoying to say the least

- You're just happy none of your crew got injured too badly

- Luffy's happy you weren’t awake for the battle, otherwise it would have been a real catfight (he got a chuckle out of everyone but you when he made the joke)

- Usopp freaked out the first time he saw you turn

- Your ears flicked as you chuckled at him

- He always makes sure to have someone near him when he sees you

- His fear makes you feel a little bad but then you get over it when he plays with you (his slingshot also makes for a great exercise, what can you say)

- You scare him but annoy Zoro more than anything

- You cackle every time he sees you because of how much he dislikes cats (more so after dealing with Klahadore)

- You don't blame him, Klahadore has always been a pain along with his sidekicks

- Now you don't know how you got to the restaurant but you're happy Luffy grabbed you (this time) before walking in

- You woke up just before your waiter exited the kitchen, or more like, you were startled awake because the idiot you call a captain dropped you

- You shifted in time to land on your ass and narrow your eyes at him, ears drawn back as if you'll attack

- The captain boops your nose and you don't attack him, deciding to give him dirty looks instead

"Was that really necessary?"

"You got a problem with me, Orangie?"

"Yes. If you're not going to act like a civilized person, you're going back on the ship."

"Make me," you hiss

"I'm dealing with children," she mumbles.

- The commotion from the table closest to the kitchen hurts your ears, you lower your head and cover them, praying for someone to stop it all

"Welcome to the shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. My name is Sanji, what can I get you?"

- You sigh at the sound of the waiter’s voice, finding it pleasant

- Usopp orders drinks while Luffy wants one of everything

"And for the madam?"

"Water."

"And would the madam like stilled, sparkling, mineral? With ice or without? Cubed or crushed?"

"Just regular water in a regular glass," Nami immediately stops his flirting.

"And a milk," Luffy turns to you (whose dying with all the sounds). "Make it two."

- When Luffy made the dumbest mistake of trying to do an IOU for the bill, you decided to not leave and wandered by his side as he did the dishes

- The chef stares at you as wander around the kitchen, he grabs a piece of meat and starts cutting it, holding out the first piece out for you to take

- You slip through Luffy's legs and slowly walk towards the blond, sniffing the fish as if he was going to poison you

"What are you doing here?"

You narrow your eyes to him.

"You speak to it as if you know the cat?"

"Who says I don't?"

The chef raises a brow at the rubber man's odd behavior.

- You sit by his feet, tail flicking against his shoe as a sign of contentment which Luffy knows you only do with the crew

- You hiss at him periodically, especially when he flicks water at you when you meow at the chef for more food

- The real kicker was when Arlong and his fishmen came, now that's when you impressed the blond

- You jumped into action when Luffy was pushed away, crashing into a table, you shifted mid-air and kicked him in his abdomen

"Nobody messes with him but me."

"Oh? And, what's a little kitten like yourself doing here?" He chuckles, "you gonna cough up a hairball?"

"Worse."

- You don't know when you got separated but by the time you made sure Sanji and Usopp were okay, you ran outside to see his body land in the water

- You’re pulled back by the storyteller before you could throw yourself into the water which would essentially make the situation worse

- Sanji pants watching Usopp help the captain

- You walk back to the ship with your tail tucked between your legs, not letting anyone find you because you hid in a barrel

- Everyone was worried especially since you were down a few crew members

- The only reason you were found was because you were panicking as you tried to get out

- Sanji found you and you launched yourself onto him (in cat form of course)

- He cooed at you and pet the special spot on your head which eased you into a calmer state

"It's going to be okay." He holds you closer to his chest. "Now, let's go inside and find you something to eat. It's dark out."

- He didn't let you out of his sight until Zoro woke up

- The green haired man never thought he'd like cats as much as he did after that

- The fight between Arlong's fishmen and the crew was intense, although the guys and Nami had everything handled

- There was just one fishman who decided to mess with you

- And it all started when you got in your cat headspace and stared into the pond

- He popped up and you swatted his nose which pissed him off, so he held you up by your scruff

- You manage to escape and claw him, whining as he chucks you across the way, shifting in time to kick the fishman off Sanji

"Thanks." He smiles at you.

You flip away as Zoro involves himself, trying to use his katana to do some damage.

- After defeating all of them and getting a hug from Nami (expect for the now depressed chef), you all watch as Luffy rises from the ashes of the collapsed building

- You don’t have the energy to shift back into a cat and lay in a tree, listening to everyone enjoying themselves now that the battle is over

- Until Luffy had to deal with his grandpa

- Then you all shifted into high gear when Luffy showed you his second most favorite thing ever, his wanted poster which only left the Straw Hat crew with one option, leave before the marines could catch you

[lonely-eli]

Trippin' On Hallucinogenics - Chapter 7

Barty was frozen, his limbs stuck together. His father’s face hovered above his, his wand drawn and at Barty’s throat.

“Filthy,” his father hissed, digging the wand further into Barty’s throat. Barty let out a strangled cry as a flash of pain passed over his body, his father continued to dig the wand into flesh until Barty felt it pierce right through his throat.

Barty’s eyes rolled back in his head as he collapsed backwards, his limbs suddenly free, though he struggled to breath with the wand in his throat.

“Help,” Barty screamed.

Evan pushed Barty off of him, “Get off of me, Crouch!”

Barty gasped and tried to claw at Evan, “Help… help!”

Evan looked at him then made a decision and pulled the wand clean out of Barty’s throat. Barty started to murmur his thanks, breathing in deeply.

When he looked back at Evan, Pandora was looking at him concerned.

“Where’s Evan?” he asked her, looking around.

“Who?” Pandora asked with the slight tilt of her head. 

“Your brother,” Barty reminded her, “He was just here.”

“I don’t have a brother,” Pandora snapped. “Yes you do.”

“No I don’t.”

Barty walked forward and shook Pandora by her shoulders.

“Your brother, Evan Rosier!”

“My traitor brother?” Regulus asked. Barty punched him, “Ow, what the hell, Crouch?”

Suddenly, Sirius was the one who was being held by the shoulders. His eyes are missing, and his fingers are just slightly too long. Barty flinched away from him. 

“MOONY,” Sirius laughed, “Jesus, Prongs!”

Sirius grabbed Barty’s wrist and tightened his grip till it started to hurt. Then his father was standing in front of Barty again, his wand raised.

“Filthy.”

He plunged the wand downwards.

***

Barty woke in a cool sweat, his breath coming in hard, uneven gasps. He opened his curtain slowly to look around the room and found that all of his roommates were still asleep. He sighed gratefully and fell back on the bed with a groan.

The nightmares, if that’s what they could be called, had been coming ever since Christmas. It had already been weeks since then, but they persisted strongly, the feeling of dread in his stomach getting worse and worse the closer that they got to summer.

“Maybe I could just live with you,” Barty had suggested. Both Pandora and Evan got a dark look in their eyes before shaking their heads. Evan patted Barty on the back though.

“I promise we’ll write, Bart,” Evan said. 

“Sure, Rosie,” Barty replied immediately, the nickname bouncing off of his tongue easily. Evan smiled and looked down at the grass, picking some up in his fingers before letting them drift away in the wind.

Barty ran his fingers through his hair and slowly stood up. The hallway was cool and dark as he wandered into the commons room. Emmeline was there, quietly reading and twisting her hoodie strings.

He didn’t say anything, just sat in the seat next to her. She smiled at him for a moment before going back to her book.

“Why are you up this late?” Barty asked.

“Felt like it,” Emmeline muttered, “You?”

“Nightmares,” Barty said, “I know that sounds—”

“Reasonable,” Emmeline said.

“Reasonable,” Barty repeated.

Emmeline smiled again, and Barty rested his head on the chair’s arm before slowly drifting back to sleep.

“BEE, WAKE UP,” Pandora shouted in his ear. Barty startled awake and headbutted her, “OW.”

“PANDORA,” Barty complained as she grabbed her nose, “WHAT TIME IS IT?”

“It’s seven forty-five,” Pandora said, “You missed breakfast.”

Barty looked around at an empty commons room, “Why did no one wake me up?”

“You’re so cute when you sleep,” Panda booped Barty on the nose then giggled when he glared at her.

“I am not cute,” Barty said, “I am adorable.”

Pandora rolled her eyes at him, “Mhm, sure, buddy.”

“It’s true, ask Regulus.”

Pandora gave him a hard stare then shook her head, “Regulus doesn’t think you’re cute.”

Barty grinned, “I’ll ask him next time we see him.”

“10 Galleons the answer is no.”

“I’ll take that bet.”

“We do have to get to class—”

“OH SHIT,” Barty exclaimed, something he had learned from Evan, looking at the clock, he ran to his room to get ready in five minutes.

They were down to Defense Against the Dark Arts in seven minutes.

Defense Against the Dark Arts or DADA as all of the Ravenclaws liked to call it, was a class that Barty hated. Everytime they stepped into the classroom it was like he was inside one of his father’s stories. With counters and how to avoid certain things running around his head.

He excelled in it of course, that was no surprise. He was a Crouch, but part of him hated excelling in it while another was thankful because then it might make his father pay attention to him. If he followed down the same path then surely his father would see him as his son, right?

Evan was struggling at both DADA and History of Magic, he seemed bored by charms. Regulus was of course succeeding in all of his subjects, while Pandora was doing it effortlessly.

Barty sighed as he entered the classroom and saw that his defense against the arts teacher was standing there with her arms crossed.

“Today we’re learning about…”

It was the knockback jinx, Flipendo. Barty sat forward slightly. The teacher assigned them into pairs, Barty grabbed Pandora.

“Flipendo!” he cast, Pandora seemed a bit unsteady on her feet.

“Woah,” she said, catching her balance, then she grinned, “My turn. Flipendo!”

Barty magic rush at him and hit him in the chest, it wasn’t powerful enough to send him flying back just yet though. Barty adjusted his stance slightly and forced as much magic as he could out.

Pandora went flying backwards, landing on the table, she grunted in pain as it hit her in the side. Barty smiled happily, he was the only one who’d been able to properly cast it so far.

“Ms. Rosier, do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?” the teacher asked, wandering over to Pandora. Pandora shook her head and grabbed at her side.

“I’m good,” she squeaked.

“Well done, Mr. Crouch, ten points to Ravenclaw.”

Barty smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Professor.”

He didn’t think that she was that good a teacher. 

***

That night, Barty stood in the commons room once everyone had gone to sleep. He waved his wand in two straight connected lines, then cast the charm. Magic washed over his body in cool waves, making him nearly invisible.

Barty pushed the door to the commons open and walked into the halls, nervously checking around each corner, before pushing past. He didn’t even run into any patrolling teachers on his way down to the Slytherin’s Dungeon.

“What’s the password?” Barty had asked Regulus one day. Regulus shrugged and just told him. 

“It’s Slithery Snake.”

Barty wasn’t sure if he was joking or not, but he still tried it.

“Slithery Snake.”

The door to the Slytherin Commons opened, Barty stared for a second, reveling in the simpleness of it. Then he walked inside.

Evan and Regulus looked up from where they were sitting on the couch, they were surrounded by a bunch of other Slytherins. Including one of the second years that Barty recognized from Quidditch. They all turned to stare at him.

“What the fuck?” Evan asked.

“It’s meeeeeee,” Barty said, adding jazz hands.

“Who?” asked one of the Slytherins.

“You’re not supposed to be here, Crouch,” Snape said, squinting his eyes.

“Yet, I am, for those who don’t know me, I am BARTY… CROUCH… junior,” Barty said, punctuating each word of his name. He gave a bow. 

“You’re an idiot is what you are,” Evan snapped, “You should be with the other nerds.”

“That hurts, Rosie,” Barty said, clutching at his heart. Barty looked at Regulus who was red in the face.

The second year looked him up and down, “I’m going to have to go with Evan on this one.”

“I don’t even know you?” Barty said.

“Name’s Dorcas,” she said. Barty held out his hand, to which she stared at it, “You are adorable.”

“Where did you learn a disillusionment spell?” Regulus asked.

Barty went to sit between him and Evan, which led to the three of them being squished on the couch. Snape looked like he was going to say something, but a sharp look from Regulus shut him up.

“That’s boring, why didn’t you bring Panda?” Evan asked before Barty could respond.

“Because it’s a secret?” “I should have known better than to give you the password,” Regulus muttered. Evan let out a sharp laugh.

“So what’re we doing?” Barty asked after a moment, “Playing truth or dare?”

“No—”

“Dorcas, truth or dare,” Barty asked.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to—” Barty got up and wandered around the Slytherin Common room, then came across what looked to be a communal snack table, “Holy crapoly, you have a snack table?”

“Yeah,” Dorcas said, “We all chip in.”

“Well I dare you to eat 8 beans,” Barty said, finding the box and dumping the Every Flavour beans into his hands. He held them out to Dorcas, who scooped them up and downed them. She made a face.

“Ew, booger, anyway, Black, truth or dare?”

Regulus sighed, “Truth.”

“Do you—”

“No.”

“Alright,” Dorcas said, sitting back.

Snape left.

They played a few more rounds, with Evan choosing Dare each time and Regulus barely participating before Dorcas went to bed for the night. She didn’t say anything, just got up and left. Barty looked between Evan and Regulus who both still looked alert.

“So— I probably need to get going,” Barty lamented, falling across Evan’s lap. Evan pushed him off.

“Goodnight, Crouch,” Regulus said, getting up.

“Night, Bart,” Evan said, then he waited by the door to his dorm, “This was fun. Thanks.” “No problem.” Barty winked at him. Evan laughed and winked back.

Barty liked tired Evan, he decided. Not that he didn’t like awake Evan, but tired Evan was nice. Barty smiled to himself as he left the commons room and walked back to his own.

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Greetings Traveler! I saw you reblog Moon from Security Breach art and I was wondering if you can maybe do some HCs about em :] Mayhaps some pre SB stuff?

Yeah was in the FNAF fandom back in the days, lord knows it's been far too long for me to remember my old FNAF acc.

Tw: im horny for robots aka him but also I divided it into parts so you can skip it ifyw.

Moon sometimes forgets his hat and gets called a baldie by the kids he has too take care of. Speaking of the kids he loves them sometimes the way a mother would but also sometimes in the way a older brother would.

Like sure he's going to take care of their daily needs and so and so but also that's sun's job. Unironically tells them to ask sun for anything just so he doesn't have to deal with it.

"Moon can I have a water bottle?"

Also moon: sees that his time is almost up, "go ask sun, little one. I am not well equipped enough to be waterproof."

They share the same components and literal body. Excuses excuses. Sun is also not waterproof but moreso than him because his rays block out the revealed spaces of moon's disk face.

Romantically?

Face plants and hugs. Also. Gives you his hat whenever he has to switch with sun for safe keeping. Trusts you with the location of his off switch if you ever need it. Especially since he's heard some of the other animatronics have been glitching out from viruses. They share a revealed communication system so that shouldn't be good.

He's usually touchy with you after the daycares been all cleaned up and he's been wiped down head to toe. Lord knows how dirty those kids are. But that doesn't mean he won't at least give you a quick head boop where he's sure the kids haven't touched whenever you come in. As much as he needs to keep it professional, he won't outright abandon you full on.

Cuddles you after work if you have time to stay or if you're staying over. Makes sure to walk you to the door every time and walk you in if he has the time. Some of the kids would call you Mrs moon :3.

Sexually?

He's a robot babe. Of course he can do it. Fucks you better with his fingers than anyone with a dick ever has. Sure he can't feel anything sexually nor does he ever want to but oh just the sight of you all splayed out and relaxed just for him is a memory he's preserving and making extra copies of in his hard drive.

Have you seen how big this man's fingers are? Yeah. Never pushes in hard enough to make you uncomfortable. Just a wince and he's pulling his punches. Doesn't mean he won't make you scream though. He's still going to try to make you feel great.

He makes sure his whole body is disinfected before and after he does anything with you. Doing intensive research on anything you need of him. Probably doesn't enjoy doing anything that could hurt you unless you explicitly ask for him. Pre virus ofc.

Post virus? Violent but never mean to you. Sure he's a bit rougher, much more careless with his touches now that he's no longer on children duty. Still somewhat gentle with you in the ways that he makes sure to stop at any major red flags. As in. Safewords. And he immediately stops as if he coded himself just for that.

Spends most of his time cuddling your exhausted body rather than actually wandering the franchise because he has cameras now. Also. Human body warm. Also because it's his coping method for the virus that's slowly making him go insane I mean what. :3

[cyberbeast99]

Wolf in the City Part 2

I make it halfway across the street before I get hit by an eighteen-wheeler.

Pain shoots through my body as I’m knocked back onto the sidewalk. I lay there, completely dazed as the car slows to a stop

“Hey kid, what the hell do you think you’re do-“ begins the driver. Then his eyes widen as he realized what he just hit. He speeds away, leaving me lying there.

Am I hurt? Am I dying? It’s hard to tell. I feel no pain. You’d think being hit by a truck would at least sting a bit, but I don’t feel anything.

Unless….

I sit up, expecting a flash of pain. Nothing. I stand up. I brush the gravel out of my fur and examine myself for injuries. My clothes are in tatters from both the transformation and the crash, but I can’t find any bruises or blood.

Holy crow, I’m invincible!

Okay… now I just need to get home. 

Oh shit….

I had originally planned to call an Uber, but that was when I was in human form. That’s off the table. But I still need a ride home. I text my friends in the hope that someone’s in the city and can give me a ride.

CyberBeast: Guys, is anyone in Hyper City RN? I shifted at the grocery store and had a panic attack. Long story short, I’m stranded.

CandyRocks: Sorry man, out of town

HyacinthDoll: Same here :(

CyberBeast: Oh jeez… what should I do then?

CandyRocks: If I were you I’d call Erian. He should be able to explain why you’re randomly shifting all the sudden

CyberBeast: No way I’m trusting that fraud again. Remember what he did to Tanja?

CandyRocks: Touché

HyacinthDoll: If I may, why not ask your girlfriend for help? Isn’t she in the city?

My pulse quickens. Ask Roxanne? She doesn’t even know I’m a werewolf. I’ve been avoiding my girlfriend recently specifically because of that. She’s asked me to move in with her and I keep trying to skirt around the question. I know I have to tell her eventually but I’m just not ready.

CyberBeast: Uhhhh

CandyRocks: Yeah, what about Roxanne?

CyberBeast: Guys-

HyacinthDoll: Wait… does your girlfriend know about the treatment?

CyberBeast: About that…

CandyRocks: 🤦‍��️

HyacinthDoll: Oh man…

CandyRocks: Just gimme a sec. I’ll call her. Stay right where you are.

CyberBeast: Candy, please don’t

CandyRocks: Stay where you are

I try to type up something quick but Candy logs off. Dammit. I can feel my heart racing, my breathing speeding up. The urge to start running again resurfaces. Just as I feel like I can’t take it anymore, I hear a female voice with a British accent.

“Babe?”

It’s my girlfriend. 

Roxanne works as a mechanic and it’s pretty obvious that she just came from work. Her dark hair is slick with sweat and the stench of oil and grease is almost unbearable to my canine senses. She’s wearing a navy blue uniform emblazoned with the words WHITEPAW AUTOMOTIVE and the logo: a smiling cartoon border collie with a wrench in its mouth. 

“Rox, I can explain-“ I begin but that’s when she runs up to me and wraps her arms around my furry neck.

Huh?

“Oh my gosh you’re so cute!” she gushes. “So furry!” She boops me on my snout.

“Y-you don’t care that I’m a werewolf?” I ask.

“Babe, I’m just glad that you’re finally comfortable in your skin.” she says. Then she punches me in the arm. “But you should have told me, you wanker.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry… I just didn’t want to scare you”

“It’s okay, Eric. I’m not mad. Is that why you’ve been writing me off though?” she asks?

“Yeah. Again I’m really sor-“

“Stop apologizing babe. It’s okay. I understand why you did it.” She smiles. “Just please don’t do it again, okay?”

“I promise I won’t.”

“Okay,” she says. “I got the rest of the day off: Mae’s covering my shift. Now Candy said something about groceries?” 

“Yeah, I kinda left them in the store when I… umm… shifted.”

“That’s okay! We’ll go pick them up together!” says Roxanne. The two of us head towards the grocery store. A tomboy mechanic and a wolf creature. Both of us have wide smiles on our faces.

[sparxaf]

PLEASEEEE TELL ME RATMELIA GETS PUNCHED IN THE FACE PLS PLS PLS

😂 Thank you for being so passionate about this. Poor Amelia. I really went all out making her the worst. Because I think it's important to manage expectations, I have to honestly (and sadly) tell you that she will probably not get punched in the face. As satisfying as it would be in the moment, Amelia LIVES to have a reason to act victimized. If you booped her on the nose she'd cry and say you broke it. The cruelest thing you can do is ignore people like her, because they only thrive on attention. Take it away and she'll fall apart faster than a hard shell taco.

But if you want to read Amelia getting her just desserts, I highly recommend Amelia Can't Win. It's so fun and well-written and Marshall is very hot dickhead and @longbobmckenzie assures me that Amelia will be getting a very satisfying comeuppance.

[kingsofneon]

tagged by @xamaxenta

amazing to make fun of xam's fic titles but also be incomprehensible lol (i normally just access them via links lol)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have

31-ish kinktober reqs

45 general writing reqs

5 writing trades or smth

Maracebo + exhibitionism 

Marco/ace + loving bdsm

Cobydrake + fake aphrodisiac 

Sabolucci hate fucking

boop le boop

kiss n tell

Play this my way

prince charming in your mind's eye

put on a show for me

teacher's pet

when you have teeth and claws (be prepared to bleed for it)

dragonfucking au

cobyshanks fake aphrodisiac

Acebo + giving Marco nipple piercings

silvertongue!sabo

zoro/law/luffy demon law getting dicked down, dicking down?, his boys.

below the cut is literally just copy-pasted asks lolol

im sure i have more but i confess my docs are a messs so. god knows where anything else is. also soz but i dont want to tag anyone, if u want me to tag you just pretend i did cackles

everyone in the revo wants a piece of their chief

Haunted or Not, Here I Cum - Ace's porn reality show 

Fuck the Truth + Sabo asking why Ace came to watch

Acebo + giving Marco nipple piercings

Zolu + Zoro waking up hard and cuddly luffy doesn't help

+ cat!sanji Sanji + praise + Luffy getting Sanji a collar

servant tashigi and pirate princess nami / royalty/servant + library + angry

NamTash + FWB + Nightclub + quickie sex

NaVi + needy, clingy sex + dirty talk/spanking

Marco/Shanks + dirty talk/spanking

DraSabo + Sabo regaining his memories

Zolu + post workout sex in the crow's nest

MAS + wedding night

"Owner" Ace + MarSabo who are competitive and he has to teach them to be nice

Sabo/Ace + "Beg for it"

Marco's foot kink

Sabo asking Ace to tie him up

Ace + Marco or Sabo + "Don't come until I tell you to." + Ace has been teased all day but mar/sab like seeing him fucked up

Troublemaker Ace + Marco teaching him a lesson

Sabo waking up to Koala fucking him + ""aw nice of you to join us".

Saboala + bondage/muzzle/obedience bc Sabo fucks up

kinktober day #1 I'm just gonna be the 4th person who asks for Sabo being spanked until he begs 😂 (MAS, Marco does the spanking and Ace comforts him and encourages him to beg already)

may i ask for sabo with pussy and huge tits - double penetration and overstimulation, shanks and ace having their way with him, humiliating and fucking our pretty boy till he's a crying mess? pull his nipple piercings because fun? hmmm

somno with saboala cause sabo getting ridden within an inch of his life while sleeping sounds so good. just like koala being a bit of a shit and sabo getting all red faced and squirmy in his sleep, dreaming about being buried in warmth

marshanks oral/training mmmm. A little cockwarming vibe? Shanks "training" Marco to properly service him and just keeps Marco's mouth around his dick for ages. OH and if it's an exasperated "when will you learn?" moment, maybe also a ring gag? just, mouth open, warm hole, constantly available, good birdie

katalu, belly bulge. ., stretchy boys, but how does he make luffy actually *feel* it, seastone?? haki dick??? luffy being so used to his stretchiness that he's completely caught off-guard and punched out by getting stuffed like this *~*

NAMI/CONIS CHASTITY??? i'm imagining very bad girl/good girl temptation vibes, Conis kind of desperate to give it up but Nami playing it slick and cooing about how she knows the importance of chastity to Conis, so don't worry about it, you can sit this one out while I have all the fun....

forced to beg with sabo -////- pretty please. and koala?

ZoLu, exhibitionism: Luffy just can’t stay quiet so the whole crew can hear them fucking.

Zoro is amazed that Luffy can fit all three of his sabers.(It’s most probably been done before, but I haven’t read it so far!)

ZoLu Orgasm denial and Luffy is the one being denied~ Zoro being soft and horny because Luffy is someone that not even the world can deny anything from, yet he hands over that control to Zoro freely and I just cant stop thinking bout these boys since your tweet >0<

CNC with marsab? where Marco is trying to make him submit and sabo is a mouthy brat, but Marco will have to fuck out the anger out of him. feat sabo begging to be let go and Marco won't, sabo tearing up and Marco complimenting him how pretty he looks. mm

“I think you need to be spanked.” marcosabo if u r ok with it and has inspiration <333

“I wanna fuck you hard, right up against the window.” “Damn, if I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited them sooner.” “That’s right, put your chest against the window and spread your legs, arch your back, and beg me to fuck you.” Marco fucking Sabo and Ace walking into and joining please

“oh please continue on my lap.” or “beg for it.” (with Marco saying beg for it. embarrassed / ashamed ace?) 👌 👌 👌

sabo is spanked by marco after losing a bet 😏

but no really he has too much pride to back out and marco is all too happy to have him over his knees willingly, maybe make him bend over the table and bring out a paddle 🤤 his ass is red nd bruised and he has to wear a short skirt for the rest of the day

[blueikeproductions]

-Dead Girl Walking gag-

Veronica, climbing up a tree in what she thinks is JD’s back yard because she saw what looked like his motorbike: I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walkin’~

Veronica: -humming the song in a low whisper- Before they punch my clock, I’m breakin’ off your window lock~

-She gets up to the top window, and snaps off the window lock, and begins to open the window-

Veronica: Got no time t’talk, I’m a dead girl walkin’~! -opens the window, but the light clicks on to the connecting room-

-A slightly bemused pajamas wearing Dan is staring back at her, holding a confused Liam, who makes baby noises and makes grabby motions to Veronica-

-The lust drains out of Veronica and is replaced by embarrassment-

Dan: Whatcha doin’, Ronnie?

Veronica: Oh my goooood, Dan! I’m soooooo sorry! -buries her red face in her hands- I saw the motorbike out front and thought this was JD’s house…!

Dan: Nah that’s Ma’s. She’s got a bit of a wild streak. Used to be part of a biker gang before I was born. Apparently Ma and Jason have the same taste in motorcycles, ain’t that funny. -shifts the fidgety Liam in his arms-

Veronica: -still buried in her hands in embarrassment- -takes a deep breath- Oh god, I feel so stupid. -feels Liam tug at her hair- Ow! Way to rub it in… Wait, baby? You have a baby?! Dan: I’ve been in a couple rodeos, (Veronica: Wait, YOU have?!) but it’s not mine, this is my baby brother, Liam! He, let’s just say, squeaked through last year.

Veronica: Aawww. Why didn’t you tell me? He’s a cutie. -hair gets pulled again- Ok maybe not THAT cute. -blows a raspberry in Liam’s face who just giggles-

Dan: You were… really busy with Getalong Gang stuff at the time. I tried mentioning it to Gold Heather to pass it on to you, but I imagine ol’ Backdraft told her to shaddup.

Veronica: Now I’m embarrassed in a different way… But I got to meet him now, so that’s the important thing~ -boops Liam’s nose, who giggles-

Dan: Anyhoo, if you’re looking for JD, he’s down in Slater Apartments, West End Room 89. It’s actually a hop, skip and jump from here that away. -points right-

Veronica: Eh… -cradles herself a bit on the roof- Moment’s past…. Dan’s mom walks in: Daniel, honey, what’s going o-? …Veronica? What’re you doing on the roof, darlin’?

Veronica: H-hi, Miss Braverman…! Oh just making an ass out of myself apparently, I’ll just be going now. -shuffles awkwardly and tries to start climbing down-

Dan’s mom: Hold on, Veronica. You already made the the climb up here, darlin’, you wanna come inside? You look like you need a pick me up; I got a mean hot chocolate recipe that’ll make your head spin~!

Veronica: -lingers on it- …Ok, sure! -Dan helps her in- What a way for me to come visit, huh…?

[ancient-cats-unite]

Piledriving Trouble

Corrupted Psychocat got his Zombie Talent!

Corrupted Psychocat got a recent request to join the Zombie hunters. They only knew some, like Cataur and Thaumaturge (ironically, both hate his guts.) Also Inspector Gabriel was there! Maybe they could talk more detective stuff!!

Psychocat ate his warped cereal and got to meeting them. They were cleaning up Into The Future Outbreaks for Catfood. Inside the trailer transporting them, there was Housewife, Shigong, Musashi, and Gabriel. A stake was driven behind him, ripping his cloak.

"Hey!"

A vehicle driven by a gruffy cat in a dusty cockpit backed up. Her paws were callused and she had a death glare.

"OI! Get the hell outta my way! I drive my stakes wherever I DAMN PLEASE!"

"Piledriver, its eight in the morning, loosen up dearie. Hey, Psychocat."

Housewife Cat was tying her apron behind her. Shigong and Ectoweight Cat were sparring. Piledriver scoffed, scaring Lil' Flying Cat half to death with a stake driving straight up them.

"Hi Housewife! Whats up with her?"

"Piledriver is a bit cranky in the morning. Welcome!"

Seafarer was at the way back with Catarzan, fishing up some mackarel.

"So you add a little garlic and.. voila."

"Thanks Seafarer. Barely got to eat. My wife is a black hole."

Catarzan munched on the fish. Thaumaturge and Gabriel sat next to Musashi, talking about nothing in particular. Extra Life Cat was playing with Musashi's spectral cat. Psychocat slid next to Gabriel, much to the demon's dismay.

"Heeeeeeeeeey Gabe! Hows my favourite detective doing?"

Psychocat stimmed, making a mini blackhole. They grinned while the detective sighed.

"Hello Psychocat. I didn't know you were here."

"Well I got my Zombie talent soooo I get to see you more! Boop!"

Psychocat poked Gabriel in the cheek.

"Oh joy. Did Piledriver give you a hard time?"

Thaumaturge said, noticing her come aboard.

"Yeah! Whats her problem? Grandon Corps has tons of money, get her something to manage that anger!"

Piledriver Cat got out, parking her piledriver at the edge of the trailer.

"Must be a good time at parties, eh? Probably doesn't go to them, she's got no friends?"

"Uh.. Psychocat?"

Piledriver Cat walked over. Chills ran throughout the trailer.

"Bitch could put R.Ost to shame! She's that much of a pain! How does Miter Saw deal?"

"Psychocat?"

Piledriver was above him. Thaumaturge could see her baleful glare.

"She should shove those stakes up her dumb, brute a-"

"PSYCHOCAT!"

Psychocat was expecting Piledriver to get riled up, but didn't expect her to punch him smack dab in the face.

"Oh shit!"

Psychocat was knocked to the floor. In a desperate attempt, he opened up a portal to teleport away. The malovent force threatened to suck the two up. The trailer moving was no help, sucking up poor Extra Life Cat.

"Language! Someone stop them!"

Housewife cried. Ectoweight yanked Psychocat away and Gabriel held Piledriver. He had to use two hands, Piledriver was a relentless one. After a while, they quit squirming.

"The minute we're done this, you're dead meat."

Piledriver Cat casted daggers at him. Psychocat gulped.

"Piledriver sweetie, come sit with me. Psychocat, go sit with Inspector Gabriel please. I want peace and quiet, even if I have to tie you up!"

Piledriver Cat sat next to Housewife, sulking. Psychocat grumbled. The ride there was less hectic than normal. Gabriel and Musashi managed to rescue Extra Life Cat from the vast expanse of space.

The gang stopped at Greece. Either Piledriver's punch screwed him up or his portals aren't working, but Psychocat couldn't get a single slow proc on Cavadear Bear. Luckily Shigong managed to Zombie Kill it before it could cause trouble. After that was over, they set up camp so they could head over to the next outbreak in a couple hours.

Psychocat should probably sleep with one eye open, especially with a pissed off Piledriver.

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//Hallo! I finished up ITF outbreaks! I probably should have done them earlier to be honest. Have a funny little drabble of Psychocat and some Zombie Killers!//

[finemeal]

It's April Fools and I've booped all my boops so here's the other three Poké's I promised I'd explain today. Also! Some bonus honorable mentions to the Poké's I considered but ended up not having on his main team. Definitely possible he's had those on his team before, though!

Gliscor: I knew I wanted Jason to have a bat Poké' because ... look Batman? Bat Poké? It just felt like it fit, ya know? When discussing it with a friend, I debated between SOO many bat Poké's (Crobat, Swoobat, & Noivern) but decided Gliscor felt like the right choice.

First of all, Gliscor LOOKS tough. Like, if I saw that Poké in the real world I'd think that Poké was gonna punch me. Or use it's claws to pinch me REAL hard. And the FANGS! Please I was WAITING for someone to hear me talk about the fangs. Just ... MAN it fits that a crime lord would have a bat Pokémon that has fangs.

Speaking of fangs, Gliscor is the "Fang Scorpion Pokémon." I already know what you're gonna ask. Scorpion? When I've been referring to Gliscor as a bat? Gliscor's both, as a treat, it's okay.

But focusing on the "Fang Scorpion" part, a scorpion that bites people feels like something Jason would resonate with. Gliscor isn't a poison type! It can learn poison moves, but is not inherently a poison type. Again, I think Jason would resonate with poison types a lot. Especially a Poké who looks like it deals poison and then throws you for a loop when it doesn't deal poison (typically). Exactly the kinda shit Jason would love.

Onto abilities. Hyper Cutter which prevents other Poké's from lowering its Attack stat. Are you KIDDING me??? That's such a badass ability that fits Jason SO much. Jason wouldn't be intimidated or cowed by other's, and neither would his Poké.

Sand Veil (i.e. raises Poké's evasion slightly in a sandstorm and immune to sandstorm damage). Listen ... this one doesn't necessarily fit Jason a lot but not all the abilities have to perfectly fit Jason. It is a kickass ability though!

Hidden ability Poison Heal is what it says on the tin (mostly), the Poké heals when dealt poison damage. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Jason would fucking LOVE a Poké who when poisoned, when it should be damaged and continue to take damage continuously is instead healed he would resonate with that SO hard. I mean just look at Jason! He's waded through so much shit and kept fucking going. So does Gliscor.

Now we make our way down to the Pokédex. The Pokédex discusses how silent Gliscor is while it snatches up its prey. How it utilizes its fangs to quickly ... neutralize its prey. I've mentioned it before but Jason is big and fast and sneaky.

Jason for sure saw this Poké who waited for just the right moment before leaping and probably thought, "That reminds me of Batman ... I need 'im on my time." I don't know, I just feel a certain way about all the Batkids looking at bat Poké's and seeing themselves and their dad and wanting to have him along with them on their journey.

It's definitely possible that Jason evolved Gliscor from a Gilgar. Personally, I think he caught a Gliscor but if he had evolved it from a Gilgar? I mean that lil guy jumps onto its prey's FACES and injects poison that way. I'm just imaging a Gilgar jumping on Jason's face to poison him and Jason being like, "Yes, this is the Pokémon for me." And that? Makes me laugh. (Hey maybe he did find a Gilgar first, who knows. I haven't expanded on this too much yet XD)

Haxorus: Knew I wanted Jason to have a dragon Poké, and as SOON as I saw Haxorus something in my brain just clicked. JUST LOOK AT THAT JAW!! Look at the red accents. Look at this dragon Pokémon and just tell me Jason wouldn't think it was a badass Pokémon who belonged on his team??? (Although I do think Jason would've evolved Haxorus from Axew but we'll get into that in a bit).

The "Axe Jaw Pokémon" just makes me feel a type of WAY about how Jason would feel about this Poké okay? Like DAMN that is SO badass and you cannot tell me Jason, theater/literature kid Jason, did not debate using an axe at one point in a confrontation with Joker & Bruce? Just at least a little bit.

One of Haxorus' abilities is Rivalry (i.e. deals more damage to Poké's of the same gender). Rivalry? Jason? No that'd be soooo silly. Our boy? Our competitive boy? Our guy who will get into fights with so many people and who is a goddamn crime lord? Him having rivalry's? That'd be sooo silly. (I hope the sarcasm is ... clear here)

Then, we have Mold Breaker (i.e. prevents targets ability from affecting moves the Poké uses with some more nuance to it). Jason is for SURE a mold breaker in the Batfam. He was the second Robin, he had as major issues as Bruce does, and he is the first Batkid to die. Then? He comes back and becomes a goddamn crime lord. Just !!! Jason's a Mold Breaker and so is Haxorus. Brother's in arms and all that.

Finally, hidden ability Unnerve (foes too scared to eat berries). I touched on why this fit Jason when I talked about Houndoom so I won't discuss it again XD

If you go on further, we can take a look at Pokédex. I am SO normal about this one particular entry that sold this Poké for me on Jason's team: "They are kind but can be relentless when defending territory. They challenge foes with tusks that can cut steel." A KINDHEARTED 'MON THAT WILL DEFEND IT'S TERRITORY RUTHLESSLY IS UGH. It's perfect. That is so Jason coded I don't even need to say more.

Okay, but back to what I mentioned before. I TRULY believe Jason would've evolved Haxorus all the way up from Axew. Why? I don't know, I just truly believe Jason would see an Axew marking it's territory with its tusks, getting into little friendly scraps, and it would remind him of himself.

Maybe Axew reminded him of when he would have to fight for any place to belong in Crime Alley. Claiming small territories that he could. He most likely got into a lot of unfriendly scraps, but seeing Axew get into scraps probably reminded him of when he'd spar with Dick. I don't know, I just feel like he sees a small guy who has the potential to be so much more and resonates with that a lot.

Feraligatr: I pondered over MANY Poké's that would be a good starter for Jason. Debated which Poké out of ALL of them he would've had from the very start. I threw out a lot of ideas to my friend, and when they pointed out Feraligatr's mohawk and I was sold.

Feraligatr's the "Big Jaw Pokémon" which like ... I don't know why but I saw that and was like, "Like Jason!" Which isn't true. But I think I thought that because of his helmet? I don't know, it just felt like it fit Jason's vibe to have a Poké who had a BIG ASS JAW for no reason in particular. I don't know, the vibes of this Poké just fits Jason so much.

The main Ability is Torrent (which increases power of water-moves when the Poké has a low enough HP). A Poké that get stronger the more it gets hurt??? Yeah that's Jason. That just fits that dude SO much. I've said it before but Jason gets hit over and over again and keeps going.

It's Hidden Ability is Sheer Force (i.e. increases power of moves that have a beneficial secondary effect but removes the additional effects ... it's a whole thing). I don't know, but this just feels like it fits how Jason would battle? I can't really explain it (also I'm so tired) but it just feels like it fits Jason.

Now let's scooch on down to the Pokédex and look at the fact that it tears its victims apart with it's strong jaws. It also touches on even though he's big he's fast and ... well I've already talked about how fast Jason is for his size. Also, Jason just feels like he for sure bit people as a kid. I don't know, sometimes about him fits the vibes.

Now, Feraligatr evolves all the way from Totodile (a starter Poké from Gen 2). I feel like Jason looked at all the Poké's he had to choose from (the other two being Chikorita & Cyndaquil) and saw something in Totodile. Cuz, again, this little guy is small but he is tough. Jason was for sure, at the time, small but tough!

When given these options I feel like Jason would choose the Poké that wouldn't hesitate to bite the shit out of him and know that he was the perfect Poké for his team.

Honorable mentions:

Crobat: Liked the Poké, but Jason already had a flying AND poison type so didn't feel like he'd have a balanced team with 'im. Still, if didn't have Gengar would've had a Crobat (one type crossover is fine, but 2 is pushing it ... not always but ya know).

Swoobat: A good bat Poké that felt like a 'mon that others would underestimate and then could kick your ass. Just a Poké that could've been a good fit for Jason, but not my favorite choice.

Noivern: Noivern is SUCH a great Poké, one of my favorite's, but something about Noivern made me think that this wouldn't be a dragon Poké Jason would have on his main team. Maybe he has Noivern in his boxes but ... yeah I don't know didn't feel like it was the best fit.

Hisuan Decidueye: Listen, look at that dude! Felt like a good Jason Poké, grass fighting just UGH beautiful. I think I ended up not going with Hisuan Decidueye because it didn't ended up feeling like it'd fit the way I wanted 'im to in Jason's team.

Empoleon: Water/Steel just felt like it would fit Jason so much. This Poké does kick ass but in the end didn't fit the vibe I was aiming for. Looking back, I think this Poké would probably be on Nightwing's team than Jason's.

Swampert: I did like Swampert, but I already had Gliscor as a flying/ground type and ... Gliscor already has one type similar with another Poké which I think was already pushing it for a Champion team (not that I think it's bad to have the same type when you play, but didn't fit the vibes I was going for, ya know?).

Title: Champion

I'm gonna post these separately because I know people who like DC don't necessarily like DPxDC SO! This is my DC Pokémon AU piece I did for a game in the @haunting-heroes-creative-games server! Hosted by @artdecielle, we played Guess the Artist: Through the Screen. I had so much fun drawing Jason with all these poke's, and it took me a total of 9 hours and 37 minutes.

The Pokémon shown on the left from bottom to top:

Houndoom

Feraligatr

Staraptor

The Pokémon shown on the right from bottom to top:

Gengar

Haxorus

Gliscor

I imagine Jason is a Pokémon trainer who has become Champion at this point. Trained by the Chairman of their region: Bruce Wayne (who has trained many Pokémon Champions). Eventually, Jason will become a Gym Leader when the next protégé becomes Champion, but right now he's holding it!

Tried to add the Red Hood symbol on his shirt and make him feel very Jason. I excluded his white tuft cuz I felt it would give me away in the game, but I do generally imagine him with it! I'm just so proud of this piece and had so much fun making it <3