#OH and I changed everyone’s names so they’re a little more unique

[toki-toro]

Is that the bite of 87

[writerpeach]

Overindulgent

IVE Jang Wonyoung x m!reader

14k+ words

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“Chocolate or strawberry?”

It should have been a simple question to answer.

As simple as naming a favorite color, most people would have no trouble answering without hesitation, based on preference or what one was in the mood for. Milkshakes were the perfect treat, universally loved and the best thing to have on a hot summer day, especially after a grueling two-hour, forgettable class.

But most people weren’t Jang Wonyoung. “Two flavors? That’s all?”

Around her, nothing would ever be simple. If you asked her to name two numbers, she would find some justification to add a third.

“Sorry, princess,” you said with obvious mockery in your tone. “That’s all there is. But you can add toppings.”

“If one of those toppings isn’t mint, then I don’t---ugh, fine. Strawberry.”

Wonyoung audibly sighed when she grabbed her pink milkshake, sitting down at one of the white leather booths in the farthest possible corner from everything as could be.

She looked unsatisfied even before her first sip, and lifelessly stirred the creamy concoction, hoping to somehow conjure up something more appealing. Wonyoung had very specific tastes, and didn’t particularly care for stepping out of her comfort zone.

Watching for her reaction, Wonyoung made a loud slurp through her long red straw set amidst a sea of sugar. “How is it?”

“It’s too sweet.”

Of all the possibilities in the world, nothing prepared you for that one.

“It’s a milkshake…” you said with a furrowed brow.

Yujin introduced you to this particular place. Two straws, one big chocolate milkshake, and an elated look of bliss on her face later, and she was slurping it down until nothing but air filled her straw. So it was only natural that you’d invite Wonyoung here with the same expectations. That was your first mistake.

“Well, it’s too sweet.”

Incredible.

Being seated across the booth from Wonyoung felt like you were part of a failed science experiment, because every sip taken came with a different reaction, like she expected her opinion to change. When she wiped bits of whipped cream from her glossy lips, the growing disdain on her face didn’t disappear with it.

Who knew you'd located the sole person in the entire universe who disliked milkshakes? That alone was an achievement worthy of a medal or plaque to proudly display on the fireplace for all to see.

“Here, you finish it,” Wonyoung said, verging on demand as she slid it across the table next to your half-finished chocolate shake.

“But I already have one. And this is plenty,” you replied, taking a long sip, and savoring the sugary bliss to help ease the pain of your astonishment.

“Ugh, fine. Just throw it away. I paid for them both, but I don’t even want to look at it anymore.”

“No---wait. I’ll save it for Yujin. She loves sweet things.”

“Fine. It’s a good thing I brought my car then. Wouldn’t want it to melt. I’ve seen how much she enjoys swallowing creamy thick liquids down her throat…”

Something so uncharacteristic caught you off-guard. Jang Wonyoung was many things: bossy, spoiled, infuriating more times than you could count, but lewd jokes that sprang from nowhere without so much as a smirk? Not what you expected today.

Wonyoung slid out of the booth and made for the exit. You followed behind, both milkshakes in hand, and took turns sipping from each one, enjoying the unique flavors each brought.

“I can’t believe anyone likes those things. They’re just sugar.”

“That’s why everyone likes them. But that would assume our little princess actually knew how to enjoy anything.” That remark caught you in her deadly gaze, but you didn’t hold back the smile on your face, perhaps to your detriment.

“Keep that up and you’re walking home.”

“Oh, come on, princess. We both know you enjoy my company too much. It’s not my fault you can’t take a little joke.”

“Is that so?” Wonyoung entered her black, two-door sports car and closed the door with yet another icy glare. Seconds after, you grabbed the cold metal handle and opened it, to no avail. Without success, you tried again---but the door didn’t budge an inch. Tapping on the window proved as pointless as offering Wonyoung another sip of milkshake.

“Wonyoung---“ Ignoring any attempt you made to grab her attention, she instead revved the engine in succession and avoided your gaze with every stomp on the pedal.

Surely, she wouldn’t---

“Come on, this isn’t funny. Just open the door.” The door handle might as well have been fashioned out of paper and glued on, for as useless as it now was. After trying one last time, Wonyoung cracked open the window just enough to speak.

“It’s not my fault you can’t take a little joke.” That was the last thing you heard before her tires squealed and she sped off without looking back.

…she would.

Guess you were walking off all that ice cream.

You still couldn’t believe it. Wonyoung wasn’t a stranger to your teasing, but never took it so seriously before. On the plus side, at least the ice cream shop wasn’t more than a twenty-minute walk from your place. Well, it wasn’t exactly your place, and you just had the privilege of living in a luxurious high-rise apartment that had Wonyoung and Yujin’s names on the dotted line.

Ten minutes from campus, the loft came fully furnished with an always stocked fridge, a gorgeous pool, spacious bedrooms, and one of the best views you could ask for, while also saving you from the nightmares of dorm life.

Quite contrary to your first year of college spent in a shoe-box sized room, an uncomfortable bed, and a quiet, messy roommate, always there when you needed just a minute to yourself. It taught you a valuable lesson to never underestimate the value of privacy.

Maybe a stroke of luck that at the end of that semester from hell came your first encounter with Yujin. Tucked away in a secluded corner at the library, she recognized you from class and offered to help study. One study session grew into two, which turned into three, then led into several sessions over coffee every week, until you were seeing each other virtually every day.

Over time, the two of you got closer, meeting without the pretense of studying. Then one day, the books got tossed aside, and the only thing being studied was how far Yujin could ram her tongue down your mouth.

You learned early on how difficult it was to say no to Yujin. Whether you were in the middle of the library, taking up spots on the packed couches, the always crowded student center, or right by the administration office, no place was off-limits for an impromptu make-out session. Eventually, those steamy make-out sessions migrated to Yujin’s place, where your first encounter with her younger roommate Wonyoung took place with your pants and underwear around your ankles.

You didn’t know what was more awkward, the act of being caught in the middle of Yujin blowing you on the couch, or that Wonyoung stayed for the entire show. And that was your first lesson about Wonyoung and her voyeuristic tendencies.

The two of them were the best of friends and never strayed far from one another outside of class. But Wonyoung loved to watch your sex-crazed moments with Yujin, insisting that she wouldn’t get in the way or be noticeable. Which, true or not, could never be something you grew used to---the younger of the two sitting silently inches away, lurking like a cat in the shadows when you ate her out on the kitchen counter, while Yujin rode you on the couch, or whatever other outcome that ended with the both of you covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Months later, you were moving in at their behest, which made sense when you spent most of your time there. Any offerings to pay your fair share of rent were denied, as both of your new roommates were very well off with no financial concerns. Nevertheless, your infinite methods of pleasuring Yujin more than made up for it.

So after settling in, (which took some time for you to grow accustomed to waking up surrounded by luxury), you couldn’t be more thankful, not only being freed from the burdens of rent but also from the tortures of dorm living, and the three of you grew inseparable.

Mostly. Because when Wonyoung was in a bad mood, the whole universe knew about it. Making her the butt of jokes was your way of chipping away at that stuck up attitude, but it had never backfired quite spectacularly like this.

As you neared your shared loft, a tremendous sense of relief filled your body, but did little to dissipate the anger that pumped through your veins. Overheated, sweaty, and stuck holding a milkshake that no longer met that definition, the only thing that cooled your temper (quite literally), was the frigid blasts of air-conditioning that hit you when you stepped through the front door.

“Oh, look who it is. Enjoy the sun?” asked Wonyoung when you stepped inside, lying at the end of the L-shaped gray couch. Sporting a smug smile on her face, she folded her arms, and leaned back into the cushions, completely oblivious to the daggers you stared in her direction.

“Daddy, you’re home. Where were you?” Yujin asked as she approached closer, embracing you in her arms, and planted a kiss on your cheek. “You’re all sweaty. And you’re burning up, too.”

“Maybe you should ask her.” With gritted teeth, you stared a hole into the petite woman sprawled out on the couch cushions, face buried in her phone without a single care in the world.

“Wonyoung?”

“Yes, unnie?” she asked, reluctant to look up for even a moment. Too obsessed with her phone, Wonyoung wouldn’t even notice if the house was on fire.

“Weren’t you two together? Why did you make it home first by yourself? And why does daddy look like he just ran a marathon?”

“Hold on, I almost have enough jades for another pull.”

“Jang Wonyoung! Answer me. You’ve already spent enough money on that stupid game.”

“It’s not stupid, you’re just bad at it. Don’t be jealous because I have better characters than you.”

Yujin let out a heavy sigh while a frown formed on her face, torn between scolding Wonyoung or ensuring you were alright.

Meanwhile, you hurried to the refrigerator out of fear of passing out and downed a bottle of water, but left just enough liquid to pour over your head, running your fingers through wet hair to cool yourself off more.

“Daddy, what happened? Why are you so tired?” Yujin asked, entering the kitchen as she turned her attention away from Wonyoung.

“Because this fucking brat ditched me.”

“Listen here, asshole---“ Wonyoung finally sat up from her phone, tossed it aside and clenched her fists, the swelling rage in her eyes overtaking her body.

“Hey, stop that. Both of you,” Yujin said, rapidly losing control of the situation. That sweet voice of hers could soothe an entire forest fire, but here, it held zero sway when your bickering became like two rams butting heads.

“What’s the matter, princess? Your servants haven’t arrived to cook your five star meal and clean your throne?”

“Daddy, that’s enough,” Yujin warned, trying to tug at your arm while making herself a barrier between the two of you.

“I don’t get what you’re upset about. Don’t you love the outdoors? Like when you made me walk in the woods for hours? I told you, I hate bugs.”

“What a shocker, you hate everything! Rain, milkshakes, anything that isn’t you being pampered---“

“Enough!” Yujin said as she slammed her fists on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake. “You’re both in university, aren’t you? Or did you suddenly enroll in preschool? Because you’re both acting like children.”

The house grew eerily silent. After getting a second bottle of water, you leaned against the refrigerator and sipped it silently as your body tensed up.

“Wonyoung, I want you to apologize,” Yujin said, lowering her voice as she tried to control the chaos.

“What?” she scoffed, sinking back into the couch as she squeezed her phone tight. “Why? I didn’t do anything.”

Yujin clenched her jaw as she took a deep breath. “Apologize. Now.”

“Of course, you always take sides with him. Just because daddy has a nice cock doesn’t mean you have to agree with everything he says.”

“This isn’t about sides. This is about resolving a situation that I wasn’t there to handle. I want both of you to apologize. You’ve both been living together far too long to have childish arguments like this.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t apologize when I haven’t done anything wrong,” Wonyoung murmured as she stormed towards her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Yujin rubbed her temple in frustration. “I can’t deal with this right now. I have class in thirty minutes and I haven’t even eaten lunch yet.”

Gathering her things up, Yujin stuffed them into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder. After giving you one last kiss on the forehead, she turned towards the door. “Sorry, daddy. I know it wasn’t your fault. She’s just like this sometimes. She’s still so young, it’s been one of her traits I thought she’d grow out of…”

“It’s fine, Yujin. I’ll let her calm down, then try to talk things out with her. I shouldn’t have pushed so many buttons.”

“Thanks, daddy. Just try not to kill each other while I’m gone, okay?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask.” Yujin’s radiating smile put out any last remnants of anger you had, with the door closing a signal of her departure. Seeking refuge on the couch, you plopped down, kicked your shoes off, and relaxed into the pillows, the first chance of relaxation since your alarm went off. If it wasn’t early afternoon and you didn't have any studying to do, you would open one of the more fancy bottles of wine that was calling your name from the kitchen cabinet.

Instead, you opted for something more mundane and grabbed the remote, accepting whatever suggestion the TV app doled out, even if you settled with background noise to help relax.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Wonyoung repeated louder and shook your shoulder, waking you up from an unexpected, unplanned nap that left you in a haze, unable to even discern what hour it was.

“What?” you sleepily asked, rubbing your eyes while you returned back to consciousness. The lack of proper sleep caught up with you, and the past hour didn’t help one bit.

“Can you turn it down a little? I’m trying to study, and you’re making that difficult.”

Not even fully awake, the last thing you wanted to hear was Wonyoung’s voice, let alone more complaints. It would be effortless to indulge what she asked, but you had no intentions to do anything about the noise. It was the last thing she deserved.

“And your loud voice is making it difficult for me to sleep,” you blurted out, unable to hide your annoyance. “I didn’t know you studied. I thought you just complained and bossed people around.”

Wonyoung maintained her steely gaze, tone calm and collected, a vast difference from before. “You have a bedroom, you know. Upstairs? Ugh, I’m not here to argue. I have a test on Friday that’s twenty percent, which is bullshit. I can’t fail it.”

“Then maybe you should go back to studying,” you said, disregarding her attempts to make eye contact.

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do?” Wonyoung asked, rolling her eyes. “How am I supposed to get any studying done if you keep interrupting with your---whatever the hell this is you’re watching…”

Ignoring her was the only suitable option. You shifted your body sideways with hopes to elude her, only allowing furtive glances while focused on the screen. No matter what, you could still feel her presence looming while doing everything to avoid another heated argument.

Unable to stand still for a moment, Wonyoung interrupted the silence with a huff, a sign of surrender as she joined you on the couch and tucked her long legs underneath her. Grabbing a pillow from behind, she squeezed it, using it as stress relief when pressed against her chest. “You know, sometimes you can be a bit of an ass.”

You found it impossible not to laugh and eventually gave her the attention she didn’t deserve. “I know I didn’t just hear a spoiled little brat tell me what type of person I am.”

“I’m not always the nicest person, I’ll admit that,” Wonyoung muttered, sinking her head back into the pillows. Finally, something you could both agree on. But it still didn’t excuse her earlier actions.

“Is this your way of apologizing?“ you asked, and the way she looked at you resembled like you had just asked her to strip naked in front of you.

“You think I’m going to apologize?”

“No, because I know you’re not capable of ever admitting you were wrong.”

“That’s because I’m never wrong.” Wonyoung took a deep breath and let it out slowly to bring her composure under control. “If you thought I was going to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, that’s not happening.”

Wonyoung might have had all the money in the world, but it couldn’t buy an apology. “But I’m sure you’re used to getting on your knees.”

Her mouth dropped open, and you almost had an immediate regret for delivering such a low blow---almost. Fueled by anger, Wonyoung flung a pillow at your head, but you dodged it with ease, laughing at what a pathetic throw it was.

“You really are an asshole sometimes.”

Who needed an apology when you could see such a pissed off look on Wonyoung’s pretty face? It was the most irate you had ever seen her, a pure ball of fury; trembling fists, clenched jaw, and a death stare that could cut through diamonds.

“Oh, did I upset the princess again?”

“Stop calling me th---you know what, you’re not worth my time,” Wonyoung breathed out, narrowing her eyes before rising to her feet.

“And that’s your problem, princess.”

“What?” she asked, taking a step forward and balled her fists as she pivoted to confront you, letting you see the rage up close on her features.

“Nobody is worth your time. You don’t care about anything or anyone but yourself, unless it benefits you some shape or fashion.”

“That’s not true, how the fuck would you know what I care about? Just because we’ve lived together for months doesn’t mean you know anything about me.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you princess. That’s not like you.”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“Or what?” Following suit, you stood up, matching her height and then some. “You’ll cry about it? Complain some more?”

Wonyoung didn’t utter a word. Her anger boiled over, and without warning, she smacked you across the face, leaving both a sting and a smile across your face.

“That’s it, princess, let it all out.” Without retaliation, you let her inch forward, backing you up until you were pressed up against the living room wall. Wonyoung was hardly a threat. Her tall, but petite figure wasn’t remotely intimidating, and the closer she got, the more anger you could see in her eyes. Your smile widened as she delivered a harsher slap to your face, but you seized her delicate wrist to prevent a third, until eventually you let go, which provoked her to strike your cheek once again.

Those slaps only had as much power as her anger, with no remorse behind them, and the only reason you didn’t stop her was the see the explosive wrath in her pretty round eyes. The option to defuse the situation existed whenever you deemed it necessary, as simple as either picking her slender body up to toss her on the couch, or escorting her back to her room, whatever made her stop acting like such a pedantic little brat.

But testing Wonyoung’s limited patience became a game to you, until it snapped like the flimsiest of threads, letting her pretend she had the upper hand. The sting on your cheek only encouraged you to toy with her, adding fuel to the fires of rage.

Her little chest heaved as she recovered from the barrage of slaps, heart beating loud enough for you to hear. “Feel better?”

“Not even close.”

“Then hit me again. Come on, princess, Yujin isn’t here to save you. Why don’t you give it your all and make them hurt?”

Upping the agitation by repeatedly pointing at your cheek, you could do this all day. Because, god she made things far too easy.

“No. Like I said, you’re not---worth---it.”

The more she repeated that, the more you doubted it. Because Wonyoung could have backed away, retreated to her bedroom, the kitchen, the pool, literally anywhere else. Yet, she kept her feet planted firmly where she was, face to face so close that you could see your own reflection in her eyes.

And while you were so near, you could map out her perfect features, from her pink glossy lips to her typically bright eyes filled with fury, and everything in between. “You know, you’re pretty when you’re angry.”

The corners of her mouth twitched. Contrary to what you expected, Wonyoung’s intense gaze softened, and her fists relaxed until her breathing began to stabilize. You knew how to strike her weakness, that a simple compliment would douse her red hot rage and stroke her ego, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

“D-don’t even start,” she said, but you could hear how flustered she became, how shaky her voice sounded. Another step and your foreheads would have touched, close enough already that you could smell the berries from her shampoo.

Wonyoung froze as a wave of emotions ran through her. You easily got lost in her lingering gaze, wondering what exactly went on behind those beautiful dark eyes. “That’s what you love, right? Being told how pretty you are?”

“Shut up. I don’t need compliments.”

Oh, but she did. Jang Wonyoung was a terrible liar and loved being showered in compliments almost as much as she loved arguing. You knew that vanity was her weak spot, and you planned to exploit that vulnerability.

“Answer me, princess. Do you like being called pretty?”

“I thought I told you to shut up, didn’t I?”

“What are you going to do if I---“

Before you could finish speaking, Wonyoung shoved you up against the wall and pressed her luscious lips against yours with surprising force. All that rage and resentment transformed into pure, unadulterated lust, which made you forget what you were even mad about in the first place.

The sweet taste of Wonyoung’s soft lips became the only thing that preoccupied your mind, alongside how your tongues danced in each other’s mouth, and how badly you wanted one thing---her.

With all rational thoughts and logic thrown out, you lifted Wonyoung’s petite frame up off the ground, snaked your arms around her tiny little waist and reclaimed control by press-ing her up against the wall. As the kiss kept going, Wonyoung tugged at your hair, trying to get any little advantage she could, but you didn’t let it distract you from exploring the soft curves of her tight body, and moved down to grab her ass, squeezing firmly as the both of you fought to deepen the kiss.

Breaking apart for air, you could see the rosy hues visible on her cheeks, those round eyes no longer filled with fury, but deep desire. And then you dove right back in for round two, lips parted once more, while hands roamed bodies and lips smacked, eager to keep her taste lingering in your mouth. When you kneaded Wonyoung’s ass harder, she moaned in your mouth, and you could feel every little touch making her tight body tremble.

She leaned forward to rest her forehead against yours, breath warm against your face. “God, you’re so annoying. I hate how good of a kisser you are.”

“And you’re such a brat.”

“But you like brats. Isn’t that right, daddy?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“Aw, is daddy getting mad again? Wait, where’s Yujin?” Wonyoung had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn’t even realized her closest friend and roommate hadn’t been there in hours.

“She went to class. Should probably be back soon.”

“Class? Yujin doesn’t have classes today.” Wonyoung raised her eyebrow, tilting her head in suspicion. “So that means…”

“She won’t be back for a while,” you said, putting the pieces together. Wonyoung giggled before leaning in once more to steal another kiss. You let her lead for a moment, and ran fingertips up the small of her back, tracing the hot skin while keeping her weight against the wall. Then, while those tiny gasps continued, you moved down her neck, kissing all the exposed skin you could find.

“Ah, that’s good, but---put me down.”

“Why?” Unfazed by the tone of voice, you continued to pepper her skin with kisses, motivated by the breathless moans she kept letting out.

“You really have to ask? Because I’m going to suck your dick, dummy.”

That sudden shift of mood could only make you grin from ear to ear. Clearly, Yujin must have been rubbing off on her, because something so blatant wasn’t like Wonyoung.

“You’re so demanding,” you said, taking one more chance to kiss and suck at her delicate neck. Biting lightly, that elicited another moan from her as her head fell back against the wall, long raven locks flowing down her shoulders.

“Do you want my mouth on your cock or not?”

“Did I say no, you fucking brat?” Pulling Wonyoung away from the wall, you set her back down in what wouldn’t fit any definition of gentle. Before you knew it, she dropped to her knees in front of you, and her hands began sliding up and down the legs of your pants.

Wonyoung looked nothing but eager on her knees as she bit on her bottom lip, and stared up through bright eyes that held lust, with her fluffy cheeks turning a lighter shade of pink. Before she did anything else, you tugged one strap of her dress as her eyes stayed stubbornly locked on yours. “Take this off first, princess.”

You weren’t so sure how compliant Wonyoung would be. The expectation would be not at all, but then she passed that first test, lowered each strap down her bare shoulders, and furled her dress down to her waist without breaking eye contact, which left her cute chest adorned by nothing but a candy pink bra.

In all of your time living together, you never saw that much of her creamy skin, usually covered up. That flat tummy, slender waist, and those small, perky tits only made you crave more, but you couldn’t let greed dictate your actions---at least not yet.

“Cute bra.”

“Thanks. But that’s all you get for now. Daddy.” The more Wonyoung used that word to annoy you, the more it seemed to fit, like it rolled off her tongue involuntarily and became less and less mocking with each usage.

Things moved too fast to comprehend. Moments ago, you were at each other’s throats, with your relationship being threatened. And now, Wonyoung proudly stayed on her knees, fingers playing with your zipper with a look of submission that promised something unforgettable. While she tugged your pants down, you saved time by discarding your shirt, smiling at how Wonyoung couldn’t take her eyes off your freshly exposed chest, palming your crotch while practically drooling over your body.

“You’re staring, princess.”

"Oh, I know," she replied, grazing your abdomen with her fingertips before kissing where she had been studying your torso, the softness of her lips on bare skin making your breath hitch. Her mouth left a trail of hot kisses along your stomach, and then licked a stripe up the crotch of your boxers just to make you twitch, building up more anticipation.

“You have such a nice body. I see why Yujin likes you so much.”

“Dashing good looks, charming personality, a high GPA, about two dozen other reasons…”

Wonyoung rolled her eyes and slipped her fingers into the waistband of your underwear, testing your patience, and didn’t dare let her eye contact drop. “Your dick is really hard, daddy. It looks so big, I can’t wait to see what Yujin has been keeping to herself.”

A quick tug later, and you were the first one naked in the open, standing in a heap of discarded clothes while your cock ached for attention. Wonyoung’s pretty eyes widened at the reveal of your cock, and she felt your erection spring to life the instant she grabbed it, forming a tight fist with all of her long, veiny fingers.

“Your dick feels so nice, daddy. You’re like, really hard. It’s like a fucking rock,” Wonyoung giggled when she stroked your length, running her icy hands across your swelling shaft, which instantly caused a bundle of soft moans at her touch. With her watching the spiraling pleasure in your eyes, every little stroke made you twitch between her nimble fingers, distracting you from anything else while she both pumped your shaft and gently caressed your balls.

“Fuck, you’re so huge. Look how small my hands look when I stroke your cock…” The way she said almost sounded like a whine, which given the source, wasn’t unexpected. As Wonyoung spent more time introducing herself to your cock, she planted a chaste kiss on your cockhead, earning herself another groan at your expense.

“I can’t believe you’ve both been hiding this dick from me.”

Wonyoung admired every aspect of your throbbing shaft, cupping your balls with her free hand while she kept a firm grip on whatever could fit in between her fingers. She tightened that grip and began to explore your length with her hungry tongue, mapping out your erection from base to tip just enough to get your cock wet, then took needy little licks against your swollen tip, claiming any drops that leaked from your slit.

“Such a beautiful cock. And now it’s all mine.’’ Then, without warning, Wonyoung parted her sultry, inviting lips, bringing your shaft into the warmth of her awaiting mouth and sealed them tight around your aching cock.

“Princess---“ you managed to groan out, toes curling into the rug underneath. The biggest spike of pleasure came when those glossy lips sealed around your cockhead, making your head tilt back in ecstasy as her warm, impatient mouth went to work. That lust-filled gaze kept you trapped as she sucked you off with her impossibly soft lips, slowly at first, drawing out every groan before bobbing her head faster, and focused on every reaction you made while her cheeks hollowed.

When Wonyoung felt your hips beginning to buck, she pulled you even further inside her throat, and her tongue began to playfully tease the underside of your shaft, driving you further down the edge of insanity. “Princess, my god---that feels incredible.”

“Of course it does. You’d think I’d ever be bad at something?” Wonyoung chuckled, flashing a confident smile as she painted your length with her tongue, then traced the veins of your shaft while enjoying the way you let out short gasps when she found your favorite spot. She flicked against it several times until returning you to her mouth, and you desperately tried to stop yourself from pushing into her throat---a losing battle before it started.

“You look so pretty sucking my dick, princess. That mouth feels---so---fucking---good,“ you groaned, and praise only had its benefits as Wonyoung reached for your balls once more, fondling them with the gentlest of touches and teased them with her slender fingers. Within moments, she found that sweet spot that you thought only Yujin knew about, which made every throb that much more overwhelming in its intensity.

“Your balls feel so heavy, daddy. Isn’t Yujin draining them enough?” Wonyoung asked, letting her enveloping lips slide with ease over your shaft, almost to the end of your base.

Quite the opposite, because while Wonyoung showered first thing in the morning, Yujin milked a massive load out of you, counting out every single time she edged you until you exploded in her hands. And then another one right before her first class, emptying you into her mouth while you ate her out.

“Do you really think that?”

“No, of course not,” Wonyoung said, shaking her head. “Pretty sure I could hear you moaning her name when I was in the shower. You’re cute when you beg.”

“I wasn’t beg---“ The warm mouth back on your cock shut you up when you hit the back of Wonyoung’s tightening throat for the first time, nearly toppling you over with pleasure. Your legs trembled as she worked her mouth with more fervor, keeping you buried down her throat just long enough to give you the satisfaction desired before coming up for air.

This girl knew just how to earn that praise. Her wet little tongue darted out from between her lips to swirl around the tip of your cock, flicking around in perfect circles around the delicate underside of your shaft, then combined it with tender kisses, soft licks, and hot breath to target that ultra-sensitive spot you knew she didn’t learn on her own. But fuck, it felt so good that you didn’t care how she found it. Not when Wonyoung kept you on edge and shifted her concentration to your balls that hadn’t been given nearly enough attention. She eagerly teased them with sloppy licks until she slipped them one at a time into her mouth, and kept a hand pumping your rock-hard cock, only to lick back up your length to swallow you up once more.

“Oh my god, princess. That pretty mouth does more than just complain,” you said, pushing your luck further than you had any right to, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Wonyoung left you in the middle of the living room with your pants around your ankles. Thankfully, she didn’t, and kept the train of bliss moving, determined to coat your cock with all of her spit and lip gloss.

“What do you think Yujin would say if she saw me on my knees blowing her daddy?”

“I think she’d say you should do a better job.”

“Asshole. You really want me to stop, don’t you?”

“No, but I can tell you’re not going to with how much you’re also enjoying this.” Wonyoung really couldn’t argue with that no matter how much she wanted to, and put that energy into keeping her lips down your cock, ensuring a constant, messy trail of saliva.

“I’ll enjoy it all day if it means you stay quiet.”

If that’s all it took, then she should have offered that from the very start. Because more than you liked to admit, her mouth drove you fucking crazy, like in a way you’d drop out of university and commit crimes to get a blowjob like this. Not quite like Yujin, who had a several page long resume of blowjob techniques that involved more than just her tongue and lips, but everything Wonyoung did was more than enough to keep you from thinking straight.

Your entire body jolted after every slurp and lick, and Wonyoung took advantage of how easy it was to tease you. Her magical hands explored your body, caressing your thighs, your ass, and anywhere else she could without losing her focus.

“Hmph. You really don’t think I’m as good as Yujin?”

That jealous trait of hers always liked to creep up, because Wonyoung couldn’t stand being second best at anything. You couldn’t lie to her either, because as good as she was at devouring your cock---Yujin would always be next level.

“No. Sorry, princess, but it’s not even close.”

You could see the disappointment in Wonyoung’s face, but she instead turned that discouragement into eagerness, moving her mouth down your length to swallow every last inch up. It only proved your point when she gagged after holding your cock down her throat for far longer than she was used to.

“For starters, you’re nowhere near sloppy enough.”

Wonyoung sighed through gritted teeth as she stroked you, placing wet kisses alongside your throbbing cock. “Then help me out. Make me sloppier.”

Letting out a devilish grin that plastered your face, you leaned closer and slid your hand through her raven black hair, yanking with enough force to tilt her head back, which gave easier access to that perfect mouth.

“It would be my pleasure, princess,” you said as you leisurely stroked your cock in front of Wonyoung’s angelic face, while her big doe eyes stared longingly up at you. It was enough to make you explode just by looking at those gorgeous features.

“Daddy---“ she whined as you relieved yourself by rubbing your swollen cockhead on those full red lips, using your pre-cum as a replacement lip gloss.

“Didn’t I say you don’t get to use that?”

“But daddy likes it when I call you that, don’t you? Daddy…” Always trying to get under your skin, even in a moment like this. But unexpectedly, that one word caused more damage than you thought, and Wonyoung had grown addicted to using it already, with no any pretense or hesitation.

“Want daddy to fuck my mouth. Come on, I know you wanna shove it down my throat and shut me up. I’ve been such a naughty little brat, won’t you do something about that?”

Wonyoung leaning into her brat persona was not something you predicted, but when she put it that way, what were brats if not something to be punished? It wouldn’t hurt to oblige her, given that she wouldn’t give up until she got her way regardless, but you at least needed something in return.

“I’ll make you gag on this dick, but let me see those cute tits, princess.”

An innocent smile overtook her face as she reached behind her back to comply, tugging on the clasp of her bra, heightening your expectations. “Okay, daddy.”

This iteration of Wonyoung, in this submissive and obedient state was far superior, and you’d expect her to do what you asked at this stage, devoid of any backtalk or snarky comments.

“Daddy, your cock,” Wonyoung pleaded, eyes narrowing while she gave the full reveal of her chest, letting her breasts free as you reached forward to touch them and squeezed each, flicking both pretty nipples as they hardened underneath your fingertips.

“This was what you wanted. Now give me what I want. Give me that cock, want it to fill my little mouth.“

“I didn’t hear a please. That’s what good girls use.”

“But I’m not a good girl. So give me what I want, daddy.“

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t resist Wonyoung anymore as she licked her lips in anticipation---how could you resist a beautiful girl on her knees, begging for your cock? When her pouty lips parted, ready to take in your cock again, you wasted no time and plunged deep down her throat, easily hitting the back of it in one swift motion.

Wonyoung immediately gagged on your length, but you didn’t allow her to adjust as you repeatedly bottomed out her throat before you pulled out, watching how her lips desperately chased your cock. “Daddy, no. Don’t hold back, I can take it. Use my mouth like a toy---please."

A request you would easily oblige, but first, you used your cock to slap her pretty face numerous times before turning her mouth into a helpless vessel for your pleasure. Indulging both of your desires, you began to slam your hips into her face with a harsh grip on her head, tangling your fingers up in her pretty locks.

“That’s it, princess, keep that fucking mouth open. You wanted daddy to fuck your throat like this, right? You wanted me to make you choke on this cock?”

She nodded best as she could, and you loved hearing her gag and struggle on your shaft, especially when her eyes begged for more as you kept the weight of your cock stuffed down Wonyoung’s throat, defiling such a pretty piece of artwork, a spoiled, rotten, defiant brat.

The entire day’s worth of frustrations channeled into your hips as you carried out your merciless facefuck, with every punishing thrust leaving your cock dripping wet with Wonyoung’s slippery drool. For once, you had peace---no complaining, no more whining, just loud gags and messy slurps filling the room.

If only Yujin could see you now---(she’d probably say you weren’t being rough enough).

Wonyoung’s divine mouth felt amazing before, but nowhere like this. It was as if her mouth was made to be used, a pretty plaything for your disposal, a sloppy wet hole designed for your pleasure that struggled to breathe. Her innocent, modelesque visuals that won the genetic lottery became sullied with saliva, ruining her perfectly applied makeup, and made its way down to her expensive necklace before sliding down her enticing cleavage.

You weren’t sure how you were ever intimidated by such a tall, leggy goddess, when all it took was a little praise and an offering between your legs for her to fold like a deck of cards. Even comical, you could call it, and you couldn’t imagine how needy she would get once you had your fingers in her cunt.

“My fucking god, Wonyoung,” you growled, palming her head tight, fucking her mouth into a frenzy of gags and spit that sent you deeper into an uncontained spiral of lust. “Your bratty fucking mouth feels too good.”

With her jaw overworked and tears streaming down her pale, flushed cheeks, Wonyoung could only respond by squeezing your thighs she held onto as you pounded into her throat relentlessly. No longer did she resemble the beautiful, innocent doll she presented herself to be, but instead a beautiful drooling mess of spit trying to fight through her gag reflex that kept your cock wet and warm.

After one more strong thrust from your hips, you held her gorgeous face down at your base, ensuring not a single inch of cock wasn’t held down her struggling throat balls deep. Your fingers dug into her scalp as her cute nose pressed against your abdomen, and you watched intently how her eyes watered more and more the longer you held her there, refusing to give a single ounce of mercy.

Wonyoung let out a gag so loud with her throat consuming your cock that you almost exploded then and there, but forced yourself to hold on. As much as you wanted, you couldn’t blow a load in her mouth without at least getting a chance to see that tight, impeccable body bare naked. Despite that, you pushed her firmly into your crotch just a little longer, making her mouth fill up with spit and her eyes water even more so until you pulled away.

When you withdrew your cock away from her wet, swollen lips, Wonyoung gasped for air as thin strings of saliva kept your shaft connected to her satisfied smile, tongue flicking at your cock with a whimper.

“Don’t stop on my account. I can take much more,” she said, those tear-filled eyes looking on with determination.

“Yeah, but---I can’t.” Wonyoung let out a giggle before grabbing your cock drenched with her saliva, and jerked you off, every pump threatening to send you past release.

“Are you going to paint my face then, daddy?” she asked, tempting fate by planting several kisses on the top of your cockhead.

“Not a chance, princess. My load belongs inside your cunt.”

Needing a moment, you stepped out of the pile of clothes underneath you and helped Wonyoung rise to her feet, taking her by the wrist to guide her towards the couch. Nothing about her resembled elegance any longer---disheveled hair, ruined makeup, and a face covered in saliva was the ideal formula to put her in her place. And all it took was a cock jammed down her throat.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” Wonyoung asked, still recuperating from having her throat fucked raw. She tried to find some comfort in your eyes, but all she saw was your stern expression, leaving her to wonder whether you would make her feel even more desperate than she already did.

“That all depends on you, princess. How about you finish taking that dress off for me?”

“Yes, daddy.” Again, Wonyoung was just concerned about following instructions at this point, and tugged that expensive dress down off her hips around her ankles, kicking it away. Your eyes watched every move she made with bated breath as she laid down on the couch, and every last inch of those slender legs that went on for days stretched across the cushions, leaving one final barricade between your desires.

“Your body is fucking perfect, princess,” you said, joining her on the couch with your eyes roaming a path of creamy skin from head to toe, and you took in the beauty of her flawless physique, unsure where was most deserving of your attention.

“Thank you, daddy. Do you want these off too?” Wonyoung asked as she slipped fingers into the waistband of her skimpy panties that matched her discarded bra.

“No, princess. That’s my job.”

Only that tiny piece of fabric separated you from seeing that tight naked body in its full splendor, but you were going to take your time savoring that reveal. Such an impeccable body like Wonyoung’s deserved to be worshiped from head to toe, so no better place to start than that as you grabbed one of her pristine feet and planted a kiss at the ball of it.

Spending as much time as you could without going overboard, you massaged her soft soles, then peppered them in kisses before you moved on to kiss her perfectly pedicured toes, each one painted with a black polish that contrasted the paleness of her skin.

“You’re kissing my feet?” Wonyoung asked, almost incredulous in her tone, but showed no signs of discomfort.

“Why wouldn’t I be? They’re very pretty. Just like the rest of you.”

“I…just didn’t know that was your thing. You know, I’ve had guys pay me to do this before. You’re much better at it.”

“Every part of you is my thing. I just wanna touch and taste your entire body.”

With a flushed glow returning back to her cheeks, you continued pressing kisses all over Wonyoung’s feet, and slid your lips into her delicate arches, not missing a spot. As you slowly worked your way up, you ran your hands up her creamy legs that could be considered a work of art on their own, and gave them the proper attention they deserved, kissing in between gentle caresses until you stopped just shy of her clothed center.

Wonyoung drew in a heavy breath as your fingers grazed over her panties, and whenever you pressed into her core, you could feel hints of wetness that she couldn’t hide. The gratification she craved wouldn’t be given easily however, and you planned on making her earn it as you gave her milky thighs a series of slow, deliberate kisses, making good on your word to taste all of her until they began to part like the gates of heaven, awaiting your touch.

You dragged out every moment, every chance to heighten Wonyoung’s arousal, which gave you all the time in the world to continue worshiping her body. One lick against the prominent damp spot at the center of her panties and she melted, begging for more when you licked a second and third time, the fabric darkening with every teasing lick.

“D-daddy,” Wonyoung gasped, but you ignored her and focused on tasting more sweet arousal through those thin panties, coming up with new ways to tease her while keeping a hand firmly stroking her soft thighs,

“Quiet, princess. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“But I want you to taste me. Need your mouth on me, daddy. Don’t tease me, I hate it.”

Wonyoung bit onto her bottom lip, knowing she made a mistake by showing too much vulnerability, which meant you would prolong her pleasure even further. Still, she didn’t seem to care, even while the wetter her pretty panties became, the more inclined you were to build up that frustration more and more.

“Needy fucking brat.”

You would tease her all day if you had to.

“Shut up, just---please.” Who could have imagined that Wonyoung would ever plead this much, and all it took was teasing your fingers dangerously close to her pussy. As much as you enjoyed encouraging the needy look on her face, you much preferred to get rid of those useless panties, so after giving them a quick tug down the never-ending runaway that made up her legs, you rewarded yourself with the priceless treasure of Wonyoung’s gorgeous, wet little pussy.

Never had you seen something so beautiful, almost as much Wonyoung herself. The exposure of her clean shaven cunt transcended your expectations, well worth every second of waiting. Her thighs led a path to nirvana that your fingertips traveled up to her wet, glistening slit, daring to slip in but backing out at the last moment.

“Your pussy is so fucking pretty, princess.”

The flustered blush on her face had never looked so vivid when you traced her folds, collecting her slick on your fingertips and kept her under your control. Wonyoung still tried to chase your fingers, displaying her desperation with her hips, while her body begged for more attention.

“Daddy, please,” she murmured, but you ignored her pleas, continuing to torment, bringing her already escalated arousal levels sky high. “Need your fingers in me. Need you to touch me, need you to taste me.”

“What’s wrong, princess?” you asked in a mocking tone. “You don’t like when daddy teases you like this?”

Wonyoung shook her head furiously at your question, but all you did was stall further to create more anticipation, letting the quiet linger, which worked wonders to turn her into a mess of frustrated desire.

“Daddy. Daddy---daddy, please.” That was all you needed to finally succumb, and slid two fingers deep inside of her hot, wet depths. Wonyoung let out a loud gasp of ecstasy, digging her nails into the fabric of the couch cushions beneath her.

With just enough room for two fingers, you pumped into her enticing wet heat and wondered how you'd ever be able to fit your cock inside of her. A good problem to have.

“Daddy!” she cried out, arching her back higher than expected, and clenched around your hilted fingers.

“Look at you, princess. So fucking wet, and all it takes is a couple fingers inside your pretty cunt for you to stop being a brat?”

You weren’t putting in the full effort to stretch her out, but you could hear how wet Wonyoung was, your fingers doused in slick within seconds as you steadily pumped inside.

“Sh-shut up, I’m not that needy.”

“Oh, really? I guess I’ll stop then.” You couldn’t help but laugh when you withdrew your fingers from her wetness, hearing cries of desperation from at the loss of your fingers that you sucked clean. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“D-daddy, no---” she said, as you made a show of slurping her juices off your fingers. “Please put your fingers back inside me. It feels good. N-need more.”

“But I thought you weren’t needy?”

“Shut up, just---please, do what you were doing.”

You should have made Wonyoung beg more given she was so adept at it before you shoved your fingers back inside her warm cunt, but it was hard to waste time on that when all you wanted was that delicious taste of hers, straight from the tap.

In no time flat, you plunged back in knuckle-deep, but didn’t dare dream of adding a third, when two fingers became a struggle as is. She groaned as her slick folds swallowed you up and emitted those sweet sounds of bliss when your fingers curled after the apex of every thrust. You couldn’t wait any longer, and made your first lick up Wonyoung's wet slit while you kept two fingers buried in her, looking up every so often to see the pure ecstasy written across her face, as you inhaled her unforgettable aroma.

“Fuck, eat me, daddy, please eat my pussy. I need that tongue, just---” Wonyoung’s pleas bordered on demand at this point, yet you were happy to oblige her, and licked long stripes up and down her pussy, savoring the unforgettable sweet taste of her cunt as you cleaned up her wet folds,

Your mouth on her wet cunt acted like a pendulum that kept her back and forth between needy and domineering, whining with one series of licks, then grabbing the back of your head with the next. Either way, you didn’t really care which side she landed on, as long as you could keep the sweet, decadent taste on your lips and you didn’t let a single part of her pussy remain unexplored.

“God, you’re so fucking delicious,” you said as you grabbed hold of her thighs to draw her lithe body closer, then flicked against her clit before sealing your lips around it just long enough to build up pleasure, until you were right back where you started, making her eager hips frantically chase your tongue.

Wonyoung tasted like the most intoxicating mix of tangy sweetness you ever had, and just a single drop of her nectar was enough to bring out the ravenous animal inside you. Insatiable for more, your tongue drowned in her sweet juices, and you drank it all up while you wandered through her drenched folds, and made sure to not let a single spot go to waste.

Once more, you aimed for her swollen clit and latched your lips around it, using as much suction as your mouth would allow, with no plans on stopping until your appetite was appeased. While you devoured Wonyoung’s juicy pussy, her long fingers tugged at your hair, returning the favor from earlier, and urged your mouth to stay on her, to maintain such harsh suction that ignited more of her cute, unceasing moans.

“Fuck, you’re good at that, keep eating my pussy,” she said, with unending demand in her voice, and you welcomed the pain that came from fingers pulling at your hair, keeping you buried between her legs. Her hips began to gyrate on your face as you kept her taste lingering on your tongue, and every lick and slurp against her needy clit brought a new set of noises, while the satisfaction multiplied on her face.

Still, you couldn’t believe how good she tasted, and how cute she sounded when you ate her out. Wonyoung’s cries became louder, much sharper, but you refused to relent, suckling on her clit with such harshness that made her thighs quiver around your head as she desperately yearned for release. You swore Wonyoung might pull out strands of your hair, though you wouldn’t care when all you could hear was her ragged breathing and needy whines from her mouth as you did everything to bring her over that edge, making her squirm underneath you, hips bucking in a pattern that followed your tongue.

“D-daddy, fuck, daddy,” Wonyoung moaned out, and when you looked up with your lips secured around her clit, you could see her pant harder and harder as you tried to expedite the inevitable.

Nothing compared to how Wonyoung looked moments before climax. Your tongue swirled and flicked over the sensitive nub, then sealed around it one more time, harshly sucking on it to bring her to that sweet, sweet nirvana.

“Gonna cum, fuck, daddy, gonna cum on your face. I’m close, so close, please don’t stop, please…“

With another deep, satisfying slurp, you had Wonyoung right where you wanted, on a road to bliss, as her hips moved like she had lost all semblance of control. Her tight frame writhed in ecstasy, and you took advantage to plunge your fingers into her slick wetness once more, giving an extra dose of bliss that fanned the unquenchable flames in her core.

“I’m gonna---”

And with that, Wonyoung would get what she wanted, what she deserved, as you helped release all that built-up tension, a giant knot untangling. Her thighs squeezed your head in an almost suffocating manner, and her pretty hands yanked at bundles of hair, making sure she had never looked so unprincess-like than in that moment. You kept your lips wrapped around Wonyoung’s clit, watching her fall apart as her delectable juices spilled into your mouth, toes curling as she came hard, eyes shutting tight with your only focus giving her the best orgasm of her life.

Wonyoung rode out her high and then some, yet even when the intensity of her trembling thighs around your head died down, you had no inclination to stop, nor could you calm your insatiable need to keep your mouth on her pretty pussy for as long as you pleased.

You’d make a mental note to get the couch deep cleaned after this.

“Daddy, please, fuck---“

Making Wonyoung cum only once wouldn’t be sufficient, so you doubled down your efforts and suckled on her clit with more ferocity, putting your all into it so much that you didn’t even hear a door being opened, or the footsteps heading towards your way.

“I’m back home, oh.”

Neither of you gave the friendly figure that entered the living room a passing glance, too caught up in the moment of bliss, too involved with feasting on Wonyoung, drawing out more of that delicious nectar that already stained your lips and chin.

“Well, well, well. Looks like you two made up.” Yujin didn’t even flinch at the sight of clothes sprawled on the floor, or her two roommates naked on the couch with your tongue buried inside Wonyoung’s cunt.

“How was class?” you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. You weren’t actually seeking an answer, annoyed at having your focus broken before you returned your attention back to overstimulating Wonyoung, thrusting your fingers inside at the same rough pace that matched your tongue.

“Class? Oh right, my class. I really learned a lot,” Yujin said, still keeping up her facade. Now wasn’t the time to question her motives, and if anything, you’d thank her later for giving you a chance to rectify things. If not for her, you wouldn’t have your face covered in Wonyoung.

“You two look busy, so I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Yujin scurried off with that puppy-like smile, nothing but a momentary distraction while you got back to work.

That blissful state didn't take long to return to when Wonyoung squirmed underneath your face, moaning incoherently as you brought her to a second devastating orgasm with ease. Like previously, when your mouth locked on her clit, her toes curled once again, and you lapped up her delicious juices as your mouth filled back up with her rich taste. You refused to stop devouring Wonyoung’s pussy, not until she rode out her second high, and only then did you give your lips a break,

instead giving your fingers a workout, a routine of unyielding pleasure that there wasn’t any escape from.

“T-too much, daddy! P-please, fuck, fuck---I'm so sensitive, I can't," Wonyoung begged you to stop, but you disregarded every word she said, concentrating solely on getting her to cum on your fingers this time.

“I don’t care. You can, cum again on my fingers and then I’ll fuck you.” A rare silence from Wonyoung that you’d savor, listening to only her whimpering moans and the sounds of her drenched cunt as you kept her filled with your fingers. Finding her sweet spot with such precision, it took only a matter of moments until she fell apart again, shuddering even more uncontrollably.

“C-cumming again, daddy, fuck!”

Looking on with pride, you brought Wonyoung to orgasm a third time, with her back arched high, head thrown back, and a different picture painted every time she came that you’d never be able to get it out of your head. You loved hearing the cries of pleasure she made as your fingers pumped into her wetness, taking advantage of all that sensitivity that made her pussy ache, unable to handle the overstimulation, but still dripped in a way that absolutely ruined the couch cushions.

“Oh god, daddy, no more. Please, no more, I c-can’t, I-I,” she whimpered with tears in her eyes, body shaking as your fingers kept pounding into her wet walls. You pulled away once you were satisfied, licking her folds clean and fluttered over her clit for one extra moment. As tempting as it would be to finger her to a fourth orgasm, it was time for your cock to get some much needed attention.

Pulling yourself up into the cushions for a more comfortable position, you didn’t even bother cleaning your slick covered fingers, admiring the breathtaking view that was her wet entrance, ready to claim your ultimate prize.

Wonyoung looked like a doll with her legs spread wide, so vulnerable and exposed as her small chest heaved while she recovered from her relentless orgasms. Her gorgeous bare pussy glistened, every bit of supple, warm flesh more than ready for your cock, and the notion of stretching her out set off every little twitch in your shaft.

When you lined up with her inviting entrance, there was a much needed moment of hesitation as you let the anticipation build much more than necessary. But when you rubbed your cockhead between her wet pussy lips, any urge to tease disappeared, heightening your arousal to unbearable levels.

“Put it inside me. Need it, want you to fuck me so bad,” Wonyoung begged once more, and you didn’t even make her wait any longer. One look into her eyes later, and you eased inside her slick pussy, letting out a guttural groan that wasn’t even recognizable. Despite all your expectations, the initial thrusts into her warm cunt squeezed your cock harder than you were prepared for, nearly making you double over.

Your hands gripped her tiny little waist, watching for every reaction while you plunged into her suffocating cunt that felt unlike anything else before. Wonyoung was a popular girl for sure, so this wouldn’t be her first time, as evidenced by how many times you heard her getting railed in her bedroom that you lost track, but god, it certainly felt like it.

After a considerable amount of thrusts inside that dripping heat that enveloped your cock, Wonyoung stayed unbearably tight. Your efforts did little to stretch her little pussy, and it seemed impossible to pull your shaft from her cunt whenever you pumped inside her clinging walls. You took it as a challenge to bottom her out, though it resulted in an almost instant failure, met with a harsh resistance gripping your cock that only added to your determination.

“Princess, I can barely fit inside you,” you said, making more lustful moans escape Wonyoung’s lips while you tried your hardest to fill her with your whole length. You had her stunning face cupped like you were holding onto some type of rare artifact one might be scared to drop, staring at those pretty eyes, and her pretty plump lips that let out a constant flurry of moans and gasps whenever you pulled out and sank back inside her incredible warmth.

“More, daddy.”

“More what, princess?”

“Want more of you. You feel so good inside me already, want more of that cock,” she said, and it put a smile on your features to turn Wonyoung into such a needy, insatiable girl, no longer capable of being coy with her words. With every dip inside her smothering heat, you could sense more desperation, how much she yearned to be stretched to the maximum and feel your entire length in her.

“Fuck me, daddy. You know I’m not a good girl, so don’t fuck me like one.”

Your hips sped up with that request, and Wonyoung adjusted to your pace as her wet, warm walls became easier and easier to fill up, further opening her up. “You really are spoiled, aren’t you? A spoiled little brat that takes this cock so well.”

“Spoiled for your cock. So just shut up and fuck me. Make me feel you in my guts.”

While you kept her sparkling eyes in line of sight, you pressed your forehead against hers, seeing the lust building that raced through her body as you pumped into her hard and fast, giving the intense gratification she craved.

“Daddy---“ she gasped out, one little word from that pretty voice held so much power, so much weight. “Deeper, daddy. Fuck me, deeper. You feel so big, stretch my tight little pussy. Need you to fill me with every inch.”

And if that wasn’t encouragement enough, Wonyoung started to wrap her absurdly long legs around your waist to draw you in deeper, clutching onto one of your biceps, and her skin felt so utterly hot against yours. “Ruin me, daddy. Come on, I can take it. Fuck the brat out of me.”

Even at her most desperate moments, she still had some dominance left in her words, but you had no qualms not to listen. Because while Wonyoung might have looked like something precious and priceless, you certainly wouldn’t treat her as such. So little by little, your hips snapped back, until you were fucking her like you should have done from the start.

Making every thrust count, you were finally able to fuck Wonyoung balls deep, and took advantage of the slickness from every orgasm as your cock slid inside her effortlessly.

“Fuck, daddy, yes!“ Wonyoung cried out, her walls trembling whenever you bottomed her out, which only added to the urges to seize complete control of her body. You dove into her neck, and could hear her breathing deepen as you tasted the hot skin found there, before tracing the outline of her jaw, which made her even more consumed by your lustful touches.

Now that you could comfortably bury your cock to the hilt inside her warmth without struggle, Wonyoung felt so utterly wet and unimaginably tight, while all that built up arousal drowning your cock really paid off, because now you were fucking her as deep as you wanted, rearranging her guts like no tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking deep, keep that up. Want you to keep fucking me like this, please---don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Wonyoung repeated, becoming more desperate by the syllable while you continued to feast on her body, eager to lick up all that porcelain skin. You couldn’t ignore your cravings and dragged your tongue across her sensitive neck, enjoying the way she moaned when you sucked on the delicate flesh before you moved to trace her earlobe, then nibbled on it, working her more into a frenzy.

“I need to taste all of you, princess," you said as you licked down her collarbone and down to the curve of her breasts, then climbed back up, lifted her slender arms, and buried your tongue in her armpit. You savored the taste as you greedily licked her up, tracing the surface to gather up Wonyoung’s delectable sweat, only rewarded with deeper moans while your tongue went wild. The salty taste of her skin tasted even better there, and to no surprise, it only added more to her arousal as you cleaned her up throughly, licking long stripes up one of your new favorite spots of her goddess-like body to devour.

“You’re so delicious, princess. I could just taste every inch of you for hours.”

Her cheeks reddened once more, and you were careful not to miss a solitary inch. Wonyoung kept her arms stretched up over her head, distracting you from the intense wetness and tightness of her cunt while you licked and sucked away at her flawless armpit, slobbering over it without respite.

Wonyoung gave no signs of anything but enjoyment of your tongue bath, even more so when you switched sides to devour her other smooth, milky underarm, as you peppered the flesh with little ticklish kisses, then gave an equal amount of wet, hungry licks. Truly a feast on their own, you lapped up the soft skin of her pits, nuzzling your nose in them to breathe in the unforgettable aroma. Your devotion to her body only made her squirm and whimper more, which only urged you to keep feasting on her delicious armpits, swapping your attention between the two, as you wanted as many different regions of her body on your tongue as possible.

Only after you thoroughly slathered both in saliva did you have your fill, and gave both one last lick while watching the aroused reaction in her eyes.

“D-daddy,” Wonyoung murmured, shaky and subdued, like she could barely pull the word out of her throat while your hips kept her pressed into the couch.

“Yes, princess?” you asked, planting rough kisses all over the untouched side of her neck that made her blush even deeper.

“Bedroom. Take me there.”

“Which one?”

“Don’t care.”

There was only one actual option, given that your bedroom involved a set of stairs and Wonyoung’s was just down the hall, so the choice was obvious. Although you’d love to see the look on Yujin’s face when you barged into her room, wanting to use her luxurious bed to plow her roommate on. Most likely, you’d be met with encouragement rather than being told to get out, but even then, you didn’t want to take the chance of disturbing her.

So down the hallway it was, catching Wonyoung off guard as you lifted her petite figure off the couch and into your arms as your cock remained buried inside. With her legs already locked around you tightly, her arms followed, wrapping around the back of your neck as you brought her towards the bedroom. Not wasting any chance to keep her bouncing on your shaft, you squeezed that tight little ass with every step, until you made it past the open bedroom door that neither of you bothered to fully close.

When you entered Wonyoung’s spacious bedroom, you had only one thing on your mind---the tight grip her slick pussy held around your cock. Now that all concerns had been set aside, you came close to knocking a framed poster off the wall with the force generated when you pinned her against it. But outside of moaning daddy uninterrupted, she became unable to concentrate on anything else but clinging to your body as you drilled her without zero intentions of slowing down.

Being careful wasn’t an option anymore. Wonyoung had you all wrapped up, with those long limbs coiled around you like a snake, but yet she was the prey. You kept her pinned up against the bedroom wall like a museum painting, and each thrust nailed her harder, keeping her begging for more, keeping her creaming on your cock as you rammed your length into the deepest parts of her cunt in succession, showing no mercy.

“Your pussy just feels incredible, princess,” you growled, as your fingers kneaded her asscheeks between each thrust, using the wall as a partner to help pound away and put this needy little princess in her place, fucking her harder than imaginable, knowing she could take it. Her back arched higher while every stroke intensified, and she used her moans to voice the insatiable hunger you could see in her eyes while you gave it your all.

“God, your cock---makes me feel so good, stretches me so well, it’s fucking perfect,” she said, as you shoved your hard cock into her without a care. You knew Wonyoung could take it, she could take every rough thrust, and she’d complain if you did anything less.

So your battering cock continued its assault on her warm little hole, pumping inside her while being squeezed so goddamn tight it drove you absolutely crazy, all part of the plan to ruin her perfect cunt the way she begged and begged for it.

"Daddy, fuck me, fuck me!" Wonyoung begged, but did nothing to silence herself, the repeated thuds her sweaty back made against the wall surely moving its way up the entire house. Without saying another word, you had her cumming on your cock, that slick honey dripping between her legs adding more fuel to your hips as you fucked her into a second, then a third orgasm, arms tightening while she held on for dear life, legs trembling underneath your fingers. “Oh my god, daddy.”

Like a delicate flower no more, Wonyoung endured your rough treatment with pride, and embraced the way you manhandled her body. With every pump of your cock into that engulfing wet heat, her cries of satisfaction grew deafeningly loud, and she became almost delirious from bliss, unable to keep her eyes open much longer. Not a single ounce of smugness remained left on her face, just pure desire and barrels of lust that increased the harder you fucked your aggression out, letting her ride through climax after climax until the harsh clenches became borderline unbearable to handle.

And you couldn’t help but be selfish, turning Wonyoung into an absolute mess, with no genuine need to use words anymore or anything but hot, needy kisses that did all the talking necessary as you absorbed yourself in the vigorous use of her body.

After every vigorous thrust, you could feel her hot breath in your ear, along with every whiny moan and desperate plea for you to fuck her even beyond your own limits. You poured your attention into how your cock felt whenever you speared her warm little cunt, and dug fingers deeper into the creamy flesh of her ass. But that wasn’t enough, as you spread her legs wider to take every inch of your cock deeper than you thought possible, all while every little gasp, moan, and repetitive thump of her back crashing against the wall became an intricate melody in your ears.

“Princess---“ you said, your voice lowering into nothing but a growl and drew another deep moan from Wonyoung’s lips following one more strong impale, then pulled her away from the wall as you held her up in the air, fucking her relentlessly while you enjoyed the overpowering smack of flesh on flesh by pounding into her desperate cunt.

“Need to fucking cum in you soon. Gonna fill your pretty little pussy all the way up.”

Waiting for a response wasn’t something you bothered with when you approached the side of Wonyoung’s enormous canopy bed with its pulled back curtains and abundant pillows, only fucking her petite body harder on your thick cock to elicit out more cries of nonstop pleasure.

From the start, the plan was always to defile her doll-like body, and while the idea of pounding her on the carpet with a fistful of hair crossed your mind---you’d have to tear your cock away for just a moment---an impossible task.

Overindulgent was the only thing that could describe how you were fucking Wonyoung, and even more overindulgent was how much she kept creaming on your cock. But you had no trouble keeping the motions uninterrupted, nor did you have any trouble supporting her weight, remaining face to face to kiss her lips as many times as you chose to until you laid her down onto the soft mattress in a not-so-gentle manner.

“W-wait,” Wonyoung said, before words turned back into moans once more. “You can cum inside me, but not here. Don’t ruin the sheets.”

You could barely mutter out a chuckle. “You can buy more, princess.”

“But I like thes---“

You didn’t allow any further objections. Instead, with your knees locked into the mattress, you drove Wonyoung’s legs up into the air until they neared both shoulders, feet left dangling, and folded her up like a chair, eager to sink in at a completely new intense angle. “You’re gonna need a whole new bed when I’m done with you.”

Now that you achieved the deepest penetration possible, you were testing the springs of her mattress without even giving a chance for her heart to beat, bottoming Wonyoung out into new depths never felt before. All that elegance shattered, left with nothing but the obscene view of those beautiful legs spread open so fucking wide you couldn’t believe this was the same proper girl you shared a roof with for months. Restraint lost every ounce of meaning when you kept up the relentless plunges into Wonyoung’s tight, tight cunt, pounding her into the mattress hard enough to make the creaking bed frame think twice about its existence.

“Daddy!” Wonyoung cried out, loud enough to echo throughout the entire house, no longer giving a damn about the soon-to-be-ruined sheets, just like that wet hot pussy that your cock pistoned into and demanded more unearthed pleasure from.

Taking full advantage of putting Wonyoung into this new position, you made a slight adjustment, lifted yourself into a squat in order to gain more leverage, then planted both feet on her silk sheets, holding her little waist with a bruising grip while fucking her so deep you were liable to explode at any second.

“God, princess, you take daddy’s cock so well. Such a good little fuckdoll, letting me use you, letting me destroy your warm little hole like this. Gonna fill you up so much, fuck!” You couldn’t help but let out loud, guttural groans at how good Wonyoung’s dripping pussy felt, throbbing wildly at how goddamn tight she clenched around your cock that ached for release.

“You feel so good inside me, so, so good, daddy. Can’t wait for you to cum in me. It’s going to feel so good, so warm. Just pump that hot load into my wet little pussy. Give me all your cum, give it all to me. Please, daddy---I need it right fucking now.”

Your heavy balls slapped against her puckered hole as you brutally impaled her pussy, and you could feel every little tremble in her legs, every last wet squelch as you kept Wonyoung pinned to the creaking mattress, making her desperate for one more greedy orgasm even before you even achieved your first.

“Fuck, fuck, princess, your pussy is just too good. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. Need to fucking breed you, need to just fuck my thick load into your womb and you’re gonna take it all, princess.”

“Yes, daddy, please! Fuck me, use me until you cum. Need your balls drained inside me, need you to explode.”

Scrambling for anything within reach, Wonyoung frantically dug her nails into her sheets, but you just kept plowing her into the mattress for as long as your body would allow, hitting her guts every single time with surgical precision. Her slick pussy lips gripped with violent, almost painful clenches, and the lewd expression etched on her face helped the inevitable arrive faster than expected.

Only a matter of time before you filled that perfect, warm little hole you mercilessly slammed your cock into, letting out more ragged breaths by the second. You kept your weight shifted to easily balance on the balls of your feet, and just stared at the deep pools of lust in Wonyoung’s eyes while she took it all, legs spread perfectly for breeding, anticipating your load with endless amounts of lust, begging, and cries for more.

“Daddy, breed me. Breed me like you breed Yujin. Empty those balls in me, fill me up. Daddy, please---just use me to dump your cum in, wanna feel it all in my pussy, please.”

The coils of her mattress screamed for relief, and the smack of your thrusts became deafening, mirroring the cries that escaped Wonyoung's mouth. No longer did you even bother to look forward, and instead guided your focus on how your cock pulverized Wonyoung’s insides, every strong clench a shove towards the finish line that she already had a rolling start towards. Your worn out hips were on fire, but it paled in comparison to the flames in your core, only able to be doused in one matter---and Wonyoung did just that when her wrecked cunt squeezed your cock in just the right way.

You throbbed inside Wonyoung like you hadn’t been drained in a month. With your entire length buried to the hilt and your balls firmly flush against her ass, you shared that final moment of relief, spilling cum into her pussy like you never had anyone else. Thick, hot spurts overflowed her cunt, setting off violent twitches, satisfied groans, and gasps of relief from your lips when you emptied every last drop into Wonyoung.

“Daddy, it feels so good. Empty it all, daddy, empty that cum inside me. It’s so warm, so thick, I can feel it dripping out of me, don’t stop…”

The tired demands from Wonyoung’s lips had you throbbing even more as you drove your creamy load deeper inside her, thrusting with your heavy hips with whatever energy left while you rode out the best orgasm of your life.

Nothing could compare to such bliss in its sweetest, purest, rawest form. Nor could anything compare to the satisfied smile Wonyoung gave when you pulled out, and your seed spilled down her sweaty thighs, making one more final attempt to ruin her sheets.

“No, daddy,” she whispered, making exhausted gasps while you took her small face in your hands, without enough energy to do anything but stare at the blissed out look in her eyes. When you collapsed, Wonyoung pivoted her body to the side, then grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her intense heat. “Keep it in me. Isn’t this what Yujin likes?”

You twitched the moment you felt that warmth wrapped around your shaft again, but embraced her naked body, resting your head against her bare shoulder. Trying not to make any sudden movements proved difficult.

“There we go, daddy. Stay inside me, just like this.”

“Didn’t you have to study?” you asked, remembering the thread that unraveled and started all this.

“What did I say? Stay inside me.”

“Fine, but don’t move too much. It’s still sensitive.”

Without even looking, you could see the smirk on Wonyoung’s lips as she did the opposite and rolled her hips, clenching around your cock to keep you from softening.

“Wonyoung---“ you hissed, and harshly dug your fingers into her hips to keep her from moving. “Stay. Still.”

“Or what? You’ll fuck my brains out again? Pump another thick load in me?”

“You think this is going to happen more than once? Not a chance, princess. I’m only staying here to stop that bratty mouth from talking.”

“You’re a bad liar, daddy. I know you love how my pussy keeps your cock all nice and warm. You’re addicted to it already. I bet you won’t even go back to Yujin anymore.”

“I think I fucked you a little too hard. Maybe knocked a few brain cells out.”

“Don’t worry, daddy. I won’t say a word. I’ll keep it our little secret that you like my pussy better.”

“Shut---up. Next time I fuck you it’s going up your ass.”

“Is that a promise? I’ve never done that before. But your cock is so big, I don’t even think it’ll fit there…”

“Then I’ll make it fit.”

And with that, Wonyoung grabbed your arm to swing it around her waist, finally letting you enjoy the sweet sounds of silence.

At least for a little bit.

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A/N: I dedicate my first Wonyoung fic to the great, amazing, wonderful @friskyriskywhisky . Didn't plan on taking so long to put out a new fic, nor did I plan on it being absurdly long. My longest fic to date, but I put a lot of heart into this and hopefully it shows.

During the course of these few months I've reached 12k followers which is still wild to me after all this time, so thanks to everyone who follows and reads, especially if you've been there since the beginning 💞💞

This was supposed to be out on the 31st for Wony day but I'm impatient, so enjoy this early gift. I've really enjoyed writing this version of Wonyoung and plan to do more with her.

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Celestial Crossing (A MoonStone, SWKxChang'e, ship fic): Chapter 4- Names and Changes

This chapter will not have any spoilers for the S4 Finale! Also... Hahahaha so… I forgot to update this… because I was in that car accident. I legitimately thought I had updated this long ago! I am so sorry fjgklfdj!

Hopefully this update makes up for the wait!

AO3 Link.

“It’s so odd to see them move when in sleep mode,” Chang’e said.

“But it’s so cuuuute.” Sun Wukong couldn’t help but coo out.

They’d eventually moved to their bedroom, the length of the day catching up to everyone once they had something to eat and everyone left them be (except Macaque, who insisted someone who could teleport be nearby in case something with wrong in the night). The little one, who’s name was still undecided, was resting almost soundly. One would think they were a powered off robot entirely were it not for the little twitches in their front paws and the soft kicks in their back legs.

“They need a name,” Chang'e mused.

“Sun W-”

“We’re not calling them Sun Wukong Jr.”

The quick deadpan rejection made the Sage laugh, softer than he wanted so he would not wake the baby but still honest and full of amusement. The smile on Chang'e’s face showed that she caught onto the joke faster than he could say it, already growing adept at curbing the dad jokes.

Neither of them could believe they were really here. Laying in their bed with a new little life form between them, tired from the small being siphoning little bits of their energy to sustain themselves.

It was a lot to take in and neither was certain they had really fully processed it all yet.

“Ok, well, Jr isn't really even a thing in China anyway. Hmn… how about Baobei?”

“Very cute,” Chang'e agreed with a nod. “They are a little treasure… But I was thinking something more… unique? Like Yuè Shí?”

“A little eclipse,” Sun Wukong mused softly. “I like it, but maybe something along the same lines would fit them a little better… Yuèbǐng?”

“I think we should save anything related to mooncakes to nicknames,” Chang'e replied with a laugh.

“Then we have a nickname for the little tyke!” Sun Wukong proclaimed proudly. “Since I picked that, do you still want to use your suggestion for their name?”

Chang'e paused for a moment, biting her lip as she thought. While Yuè Shí was a name she had thought of in the past, she wasn’t sure if the child’s given name and nickname should be that similar. And the meaning… it wasn’t really the most fitting for the little baby she had been looking at when she thought about it. Then…

“Jiǎo Lì-Yán,” she said suddenly. “The garden where we tried to rebuilt their original form, it had a lot of breccia in it. I used it to make some of the walkways.”

“Huh,” Sun Wukong said softly, sitting up a little more as he rubbed his chin in thought. “We could… call them Li-Yan as well, maybe? A group of different parts or things coming together… I don’t think anything else fits the little one better than that, given the circumstances of how they came to be.”

“Jiǎo Lì-Yán,” Chang’s said, once and then a few times more. “Yes. Yes, it’s a little odd and not a normal name, but… I think Li-Yan, Sun Jiǎo Lì-Yán, is perfect for them.”

“SUN Jiǎo Lì-Yán?” Sun Wukong asked in surprise. “Are… are you sure?”

They weren’t married. Oh, they wanted to be! How they wanted to be… but given their own circumstances, the fact Chang'e couldn’t leave the moon unless under certain circumstances, the way they worried about how the celestials would react to their union… they had no idea when or how that would happen. If it could happen.

So to hear his beloved, who he would happily call his wife despite this, immediately put his name on their child without question…

“I’m sure,” Chang'e said without hesitation either. “I’m more than sure. They’re OUR child, but they wouldn’t be here without you doing whatever it is Macaque said you did. I want them to have your name and be proud of that.”

He couldn’t help himself.

In an instant he reached out, wrapping his arms around Chang'e to pull her in closer. He rested his forehead against her own first, smiling softly before pressing his lips to her own. The kiss was as sweet as always, the taste of Chang'e blueberry flavored lip-balm stain lingering long after he pulled away just enough to leave their foreheads together.

“You’re wonderful,” he said, kissing her one more time to accentuate that point. “Wonderful-” a kiss" -and smart-“ another kiss ”-and so so amazing. What would I do without you?“ Chang'e didn’t have the chance to respond, Sun Wukong kissing her one final time with more gusto, the two of them slowly laying back on the bed next to Li-Yan. "I love you.”

“I love you too,” Chang'e said breathlessly, smiling for a moment before snickering softly. She leaned up, slowly wiping the little bit of blue that had transferred to her husband’s lips. “We should rest.”

“YOU should rest,” Sun Wukong said as he slowly climbed off her, gently and carefully scooping up Li-Yan in his arms. “You have to be up earlier than I do, and Macaque said one of us should be awake with them at all times for the first few nights. I’ll wake you when I am too tired, or we’ll trade off when you wake up. Ok?”

“OK,” Chang'e agreed with a nod. “I wonder if Li-Yan will like their name. I hope so.”

“I just wonder how long it will take them to respond to it. What do you think?“ Sun Wukong asked. The baby dozed happily in his arms, making soft little sounds in their slumber. ”How long will it take for this little one to get used to their new name?“

”Probably at least a few days,“ Chang'e said with a thoughtful nod. ”Maybe less, if their robotic processing isn’t too slowed down by the whole… babiness.“

”Babies are apparently little knowledge sponges so I doubt that will change much,“ Sun Wukong said with a laugh. ”But they’re also OUR kid. And you’re CHANG'E, you made everything here! You made this entire moon base all on your own! If anything they’ll be a little super genius because of you!“

”I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,“ Chang'e protested. Though Sun Wukong couldn’t help but notice how she ducked her head to hide her blushing. ”You’re the Intelligent Stone Monkey, that has to count for something at the very least.“

Now it was the sage’s turn to blush, tail coming up to hide the red of his cheeks that showed through his fur.

”Maybe we both will contribute then,“ he compromised. ”We’re both smart.“

"I’m glad you’ve learned to see reason, dear.”

The two of them broke out into laughter, Sun Wukong grabbing the phone MK got for him while Chang'e turned off the remaining lights in the room to prepare for sleep.

~

Macaque flicked his ears. He was honestly not trying to listen in on them intentionally… ok, maybe he was trying to listen in on them intentionally. But he hadn’t been at first! Cross his good eye and hope not to die again.

But he had been, intentionally or not, and… they already loved their child so much. He could hear it in their voices. He could hear how much they loved each other, but this wasn’t about them (and he wasn’t into the mushy stuff, even when he had partners in the past). This was about the kid. And…

This kid was going to be ok.

… but, deep down… he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of distant jealousy toward both parents and child.

He tried not to think about that.

~

Chang'e had woken only a little while before she had intended to. Sun Wukong had asked her, as politely as possible, if she could bring him a snack and then take over for the rest of the morning while he got some rest.

It turned out that Li-Yan woke up after about three hours of rest to “eat”, and while Sun Wukong wasn’t completely drained afterwards he was growing increasingly tired given he had fed them twice and not rested to regain his strength since, outside his impromptu nap on the garden floor. He’d stuck it out as much as he could, but it turned out that 2 hours past feeding without rest was his limit.

The fact he hadn’t woken her up immediately made her concerned, the desire to tell him that he could have woken her bubbling up immediately. But she pushed that aside. They could have that talk later, for right now? She would get him something to eat and let him rest. That was what was most important, and she knew that he would do the same for her if they had done things reversed that night.

Her thoughts were broken by a peculiar sound, however. One she didn’t get to hear often in her moon base home.

The sound of someone else rummaging through her kitchen and talking to themselves.

Though she couldn’t quite pick up the words at first it was clearly Macaque’s voice. She didn’t have to guess what he was doing. If he had stayed on watch overnight like he said he would he would definitely get hungry after a while. And the fact he was not currently stationed outside their bedroom door cemented this fact. That wasn’t odd at all.

What WAS odd was what he was muttering.

Something about how he “needed to double check his notes” and “wondered if other sources could be used” and “having to wait a bit longer to see”.

Very odd…

Almost as odd as seeing him standing in front of her microwave, door wide open and the light from inside being the only thing illuminating his face as he shoved a bao in his mouth.

“You know,” Chang'e said suddenly, leaning against the doorway. She watched as the shadow monkey jumped, whirling around to stare at her with wide eyes. “I really would have thought you’d hear me coming.”

“… I was too hungry to hear you?” Was the awkward answer, Macaque’s eyes darting from left to right before he shoved more bao into his mouth. “Youh heafth nofhing.”

“Macaque,” Chang’e said as she crossed her arms. “You’re not planning on doing something that might, possibly, be mistaken as a ‘impulse choice’ would you?”

“Abshowoutley no,” he replied, mouth still stuffed full of the bite of reheated bun.

“Oh my gosh you’re as bad as MK,” she continued, shaking her head as she closed the microwave. “Come on, if you’re that hungry we can make you something a little better than that.”

“… Uh… or I could just leave.”

“You won’t,“ Chang'e said. She didn’t explain how she knew, it was just a feeling. "I’ll make you some congee. Get me some bowls, please? Upper cabinet, right beside the fridge.”

When the other immortal didn’t run, instead looking at her strangely before doing as asked, Chang'e knew she was right on the mark.

~

“Is Macaque… normally like this?” Chang'e asked as she handed her tired love a glass of water. She set a tray down over his legs, holding up a hand as he reached for the bowl in front of him. “Let that cool for a minute.”

“Oh absolutely not,” Sun Wukong said, instantly drinking at least half of the glass. “He’s acting weird, and that’s saying a lot since he’s normally weird as heck.”

“What kind of weird stuff did he do before?”

“Have you SEEN MK’s recordings of his shadow plays?” Sun Wukong asked with a raised eyebrow. “The guy made a whole play about our friendship falling out.”

“And one about you beating Lady Bone Demon,” Chang'e offered quickly.

“Also, another totally made up one about a certain bird getting their ass kicked,” Sun Wukong said with a pause. “That one was pretty funny, though.”

“It was,” Chang'e agreed with a chuckle. “But back on topic… should we be worried about… you know, what I heard? You don’t think he’s going to do something?”

“I don’t think he’d do anything that would get his ass kicked,” Sun Wukong said with a shrug. “He’s… well, MK seems to think he really is trying to be better. And so far he’s done nothing to really make me think he’s going to do anything BAD. But I think it’s definitely related to Li-Yan. Maybe he’s just concerned.”

“You seem a lot less worried about this then I thought you would be,” Chang'e said in surprise.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you this,” Sun Wukong said with a shrug. “But… Macaque’s always had a soft spot for parents and kids. He’d never do anything to harm them, not intentionally anyway. As long as Li-Yan is a baby? He’s only gonna be helpful at this point. I think.”

“… you didn’t see his face,” Chang'e said. “I know what his expression was. I… saw it on my own face, before I took the immortality pills. That was the face of someone about to make a rash decision, and who knew they were.”

Sun Wukong hummed in thought, giving his wife’s words consideration before nodding.

“OK,” He agreed. “If you think he’s planning something? Then he is. I just… don’t know what it could be.”

“I can’t even begin to hazard a guess,” Chang'e said slowly. “I don’t think Li-Yan is in danger! I just… I dunno, I just think he’s going to do something wreckless.”

“Want me to have MK watch him?” Sun Wukong offered immediately. “That way, no matter what it is, someone will be there.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Chang'e said, relaxing slowly. “I know you two don’t have the best relationship anymore, and after all his help I am probably overthinking things, but…”

“You’re smart,” Sun Wukong said instantly. “You pick up on things. I trust your instincts.”

“Thank you,” Chang'e said with a relieved sigh.

“Speaking of, remember our convo last night? Do you think the kid is going to be smarter than we are?” Sun Wukong mused for a moment. “That’s possible, right?”

“I don’t know if you’re trying to butter me up or if you’re bragging,” Chang'e said as she gestured to his now cooler bowl of congee. “But probably. They are a robot and we will likely be the one to teach them.”

“Oh heck yeah,” Sun Wukong said through his first bite of food, tail curling in contentment. “This? May be the best congee I have ever had.”

Chang'e tried not to puff up in pride, remembering how Macaque had said the same thing when he had started to eat his bowl.

~

It was only half an hour later when they heard an unfamiliar ringtone in the kitchen.

Which was odd, the only person in here was…

“MORNING MR. MAC!” A familiar voice called over speakers, instantly giving the trio who entered the room the answer to who that ringtone belonged to before they even saw Macaque’s flustered and embarrassed expression. He had attempted to cover up a tablet, one that was clearly his based on the red and black cloud case it was housed in.

“Mr. Mac is having quite the morning, huh?” Sun Wukong said with a chuckle. He tried not to notice how the other turned to give him a snarky reply and then seemed to stop upon catching his gaze. Maybe he thought it wasn’t worth it, or… maybe the deep eye bags Chang'e pointed out were a lot more extreme then the immortal had thought. “Just helping Chang'e clean up, then I’m getting some rest.”

This was not a lie! H had insisted on at least getting up for just a while when Li-Yan woke mid-breakfast, not seeming to be hungry but just awake and looking at their surroundings in curiosity.

Though, in actuality, he probably should have just passed out after eating. It was just… Partly his own curiosity to see Macaque that morning that pushed him to venture out for a few minutes. And the desire to spend a little more time with their child while they were awake.

… Also, he may have wanted to swipe a peach from the kitchen while his wife wasn’t looking.

“Yeah yeah,” Macaque muttered with a wave of his hand. “What’s up, Half Pint? Something wrong?”

“Nooooo! I just wanted to talk to you, Mr. Macaque!” Bai He said with a wide smile that Sun Wukong could see over the other’s shoulder.

The couple made their way over, ignoring the shoulder slumping and soft growls of Macaque.

As did Li-Yan, who chirped in Chang'e’s arms.

“5 minutes!” A man’s voice sounded from far away over the video call. “You have school, young lady, and it’s a 15 minute walk.”

“Can’t Mr. Macaque just teleport me?” Bai He called back.

“I’m sure Mr. Macaque is busy,” the voice said, growing closer and closer until a face  only Chang’e had never seen before took up the half of the screen Bai He didn’t. “Sorry for the early morning c… call…” The man blinked, looking down at his daughter and then back up. “… is that Chang’e?”

“She’s Mr. Monkey King’s wife!”

“She…” The man, presumably Bai He’s dad, blinked as his mouth dropped open at the sight of not only the moon goddess but also the baby carefully held in her arms. “… you weren’t joking when you told me all that stuff last night, were you?”

“I told you, dad!” Bai He said with a pout. “Chang'e is Sun Wukong’s wife and they had a BABY. Seeeeee!”

“I… see,” the man said as he blinked, staring in shock for only a moment before snapping his mouth closed. “OH. I AM. SO SORRY. UH, we need to get ready, I didn’t mean to stare, I-”

“We can be properly introduced later,” Chang'e said with a soft chuckle. “It’s alright.”

“Ok, yes, uh, I’m Mr. Lin!” The man said, trying to cover his flushed face. “Honey, we need to get ready. Macaque, can you take her home for me again? I have to work late.”

“I’ll be there to walk her home from school, promise,” Macaque said in a surprisingly affirming tone. The entire call, as he watched the young girl and her father on screen, it was as if he… relaxed.

It was odd, Sun Wukong thought. He hadn’t seen the other immortal be this… SOFT in years. Had the young girl really changed him that much just by being determined to get to know the person who saved her from that fall?

“I really appreciate it,” Mr. Lin said with a chuckle. “Sometimes I forget you’re not like. Her second dad.”

There was a quick change in Macaque’s expression. Confusion? Fear? … no.

No, Sun Wukong knew that expression.

“Eh, I’m more of the estranged uncle who brings the FUN snacks at the reunion.”

“I guess that works,” Mr. Lin said as he grabbed the tablet from where it stood. “Ok, say bye so we can head out, please?”

“BYE BYE MR. MAC!” Bai He said, waving quickly to the screen before the call ended.

There was a long, extensive, moment of silence between the four people left in the room after that.

“I’m going to go die in your garden now,” Macaque exclaimed. “That was the most embarrassing call I have ever had.”

“Aw, I thought it was sweet,” Chang'e said with a chuckle.

“That makes it worse!” Macaque said with a groan. He laid his face down on the table, groaning again. “So… baby seems to be doing fine.

"Li-Yan,” Sun Wukong and Chang'e said in unison. “Sun Jiǎo Lì-Yán.” Chang'e added after a moment.

“You named them overnight?” Macaque asked as he sat back up. “Huh. Thought that would take at least a day.”

“What can I say,” Sun Wukong said with a proud shrug. “I have a very intuitive wife.”

“You definitely seem to,” the other muttered. “I’m gonna stick around for the day, but after tomorrow? You shouldn’t need my help if they’re holding steady like this.”

“Then you should have no problem if I borrow you for a moment,” Sun Wukong said with a smirk, wrapped one arm around Macaque’s neck and ignoring his protests as he dragged him from his chair.

He didn’t let go until they were in the doorway, just far enough for a semi-private convo but not so far Chang'e couldn’t see them.

“What the hell, Wukong!” Macaque hissed under his breathe.

“Macaque,” Sun Wukong whispered with a frown. “I know you. We were friends for years. I know the faces you make when you are planning something. What are you planning?”

“Me? Planning something?” Macaque called back with a gasp, putting a hand on his chest and wiping not existent tears from his eyes. “That hurts, Wukong. How could you think I could be planning something when I’ve been so forthcoming with information?”

“That’s exactly why I’m suspicious,” he answered.

“Ok, fair,” Macaque said with a chuckle and a shrug. “But it’s nothing that should affect you. I think. Probably not.”

“Now I’m more concerned.”

Li-Yan chirped, almost sounding like they were in agreement despite being on the other side of the room.

“Look,” Macaque said as he pulled out of the hold. “It’s just… I wasn’t entirely honest before.”

“You don’t say-”

“Let me finish!” Macaque said with a sigh before reaching into a pocket in his shirt. He pulled out the notepad that MK had given him the day before. “I… was hoping that I could use all this in what I’ve been writing for you and publish it?”

“That’s it?” Sun Wukong asked.

“That’s it,” Macaque answered with a nod. “I’ve looked into a lot of magic and, you know. Thought I may as well do SOMETHING with what I have in the old noggin. Make a little cash on the side of my plays.”

“… I am choosing to believe you,” Sun Wukong said as he turned around.

Macaque watched him leave, eyes wide in disbelief and shock as the sage called back a “I’m getting rest now!” back to his wife.

Which was wise.

Because Sun Wukong did not believe him at all.

Sun Wukong grabbed his phone, sending a text message as he walked.

SWK: Can you keep an eye on Macaque for me?

BH: Oh I already planned to. Mr. Macaque has been acting weird since you had your baby. Like he has baby fever.

SWK: I’m 98% sure he’s going to at least ‘forcibly babysit’ Li-Yan for a few hours one day. LOL. But not actual kidnap. If he does, blackmail him for ice cream before he returns them.

BH: Ice cream blackmail permission!!!!!! I’ll do the best job of watching him ever!

~

“Can you hold them for me for a moment?” Chang'e asked Macaque suddenly.

“UH,” Macaque asked in surprise. “You… sure you want me to? I mean, it-”

“Just for a second, please?” Chang'e asked again. “I want to trust you with them.”

The monkey demon froze, nodding for a moment before being carefully handed the little robotic bundle. Macaque looked down at the little robot that was not so suddenly in his arms, eyes wide as he looked at them looking at him.

“Hey… Li-Yan…” He said slowly.

The baby chirped at him, almost sounding like a laugh. 

Oh.

OH no.

He was doomed…. he had to go through with it after all.

[bananathebookworm]

TLOVM Season 2 Eps 7-9 Ramblings

EP. 7

- I love the Feywild design so much. In general, the distinct designs of each location in this show are amazing, but I really enjoy how well they convey the Fewwild’s unique atmosphere.

- Percy’s such a fucking dork oh my god...

- Oh good. The sword’s corruption is visible to the others now.

- Grog trying to keep the sword sounding a little like Travis’ own frustrations bleeding through. I know he hated not being able to use Kraven Edge to its full potential in game.

- I do not like these jumpscares I have anxiety fuck off

- Garmelie! 

- Scrawny Grog!

- Vax’s anger at Percy... understandable why he feels that way, but I don’t know that I like it. 

- I love hearing more of the cast singing this season. Also turning “Makin’ My Way” into a new song... fucking phenomenal. I need the album for all of the music this season with full versions of everything.

- Also appreciating Scanlan the caregiver. I remember Sam/Scanlan always made a point to make sure everyone else was healed before accepting any himself.

- Garmelie fucking with Percy is my favourite thing.

- Feywild acid trip... I don’t know if this is amazing or terrifying.

- These fights are so fun. I love seeing their more creative battle tactics come to life.

- Percy letting Vax know he has his back even if Vax wants nothing to do with Percy... 

- I also love seeing these villain conversations that we never got to see in the campaign.

- Scrawny Grog is reminding me of Fjord losing his powers and Travis’ struggle feeling useless in the fights they had before he got them back. 

- Syngorn! Time for more Twins backstory.

- Wait, that’s the end of the episode already? Fuck these are too short.

EP. 8 

- Again loving the designs of this place.

- Velora! She’s so cute!

- Ugh. Syldor. Fuck off. Stay on the cute sibling bonding.

- Wilhand! Let’s stay with the Trickfoots for a bit.

- Can we throw Syldor out that window behind him. I hate him so much. (Kudos to Liam, Laura, Matt, and Troy for creating and bringing this character to life in all his despicableness.)

- Was not expecting to see Scanlan shoving something up Grog’s ass... but here we are...

- Percy telling off Syldor and standing up for Vex. And Vex telling him off immediately after.

- “What does fuck you mean?” I wish they had kept the entire sequence of Velora picking up phrases from Scanlan.

- The lighting in this series is so well done.

- I hate watching villains exploit a characters’ insecurities... poor Vex.

- “I can fix you.” SHE’S NOT BROKEN FUCK OFF.

- “My heart is someone else’s.” HELL YES.

- I love fire elemental Keyleth. And also just Keyleth.

- “The Fey Realm is definitely better in the books.” Okay nerd.

- ARTIE REVEAL! Also love that Matt is voicing him. I couldn’t imagine anyone else doing it. 

- “He killed me with them.” Grog backstory next! 

EP. 9

- Boulder, parchment, shears! I love how many inside jokes they work into the show while still making them make sense.

- Scanlan’s red beret! I love the little hat on the little dragonfly.

- Kaylie!

- Grog’s backstory is another reminder of the stark difference between hearing the backstories on stream and actually seeing them brought to life.

- Dark-haired Pike! I wonder if they’re ever going to explain that change now that they’ve shown it.

- “No one wants your damn autograph!” followed by an immediate zoom out to Dr. Dranzel tucking a piece of paper into his jacket. Brilliant.

- Also changing Scanlan’s story a bit so that he was never a part of Dr. Dranzel’s group, but Kaylie is.

- Oh good. Ripley and Umbrasyl are here. This is good. Everything’s great.

- Once again the dragon designs this season are terrifying

- Kevdak’s death is going to be the most satisfying one this season holy fuck.

- I love that Pike pluralizes “Buddies” every time.

- The Tabaxi mother with her baby... my heart...

- Ending on Grog screaming Kevdak’s name. Ugh. Chills. This fight is one of my favourites

-----

GENERAL

- I can’t believe there are only three episodes left and they haven’t taken down a single dragon yet. And yet so. much. has happened.

- Also can’t help but wonder how the two groups are going to reconnect. One of my favourite parts of the Kevdak fight is the use of the locket and Vex isn’t with Grog right now. There’s also a key Scanlan and Vax conversation after this fight that I hope they kept, but could easily be moved to a different time.

- I like the idea of splitting the party for these episodes. I didn’t think I would, but it really helped to get some important parts of the story told concurrently and concisely instead of spread out over the entire season. 

[charcoalhawk]

A flight without feathers

A persons wings can change any number of times throughout their life, some keep the same wings they were born with, some people change over a dozen times throughout their life.

Fourth fic for the 2023 Phic Phight. Prompt was from @seaglass-skies: Everyone is born with wings unique to them, a reflection of themselves. But that means the wings all have one thing in common - they disappear when a person dies.

Grandpa Walter loves rules.

“No dessert before dinner”, “no flying after dark”, “no roughhousing near the fine china”. He had a whole whole whole lot of em. But they mostly made sense. Danny remembers sneaking out to fly after dark back home once, and almost hitting a power line because he couldn’t see it in the dark.

Grandpa Walter also let them have the most fun. He’d take him and Jazz way way way up high with his giant eagle wings and let them glide back down.

His wings are so big, he remembers one night they had all been visiting aunt Alicia and Dad had been able to hide completely behind grandpa when Aunty had chased him around trying to preen his feathers.

Danny’s wings are still pretty small, and he still needs help to actually get in the air. Jazz had just had her first solo flight on her sixth birthday, and not two weeks later Danny had got to see someone’s wings change.

Danny remembers the day his sister’s wings changed. As long as he could remember they had been these pretty red wings, almost the color of her hair, but those last few weeks after cleanings there had been these darker feathers appearing in their place.

Mom called them iridescent, Danny just thought they were shiny.

Danny liked Jazz’s new wings, and he could tell she did too.

Finally, they went up for their weekly visit to their grandpa, and he helped Jazz finally clean her primaries and the last bit of her molt, leaving these beautiful dark blue-green feathers in their place.

“Let’s fly, let's fly!” Danny cheered, hopping around the circle of feathers on the ground.

“Maybe later,” grandpa carded a careful hand through Jazz’s new primaries, “now come on little blue-jay, little red, let’s head inside, if your hands are washed in three minutes maybe we can have some ice cream.”

“But that name doesn’t fit me anymore!”

“Oh you're right! Maybe over ice cream we can look up your new wings and find a new nickname.”

———

Danny knows grandpa is old, he sees it in the way he sits down and in the gray in his hair in feathers.

But, his mom and dad are old! He doesn’t get why sometimes his parents keep telling him and Jazz to remember how old grandpa is. When he asks Jazz she tells him it’s because grandpa isn’t the healthiest, so they might only have a few more years with him.

For a long time Danny doesn’t understand, he sees his grandpa every week and he always is the same. Maybe as the months go on he has to fly less because he can’t carry them both, but then mom can’t carry them both either anymore, so he can’t see what the big deal is.

But, all feathers fall, eventually.

—————

His mom gets the call right as they’re about to leave for school. Danny is glaring at Jazz because she stole his last pancake while Dad tries to clean the toaster oven on ectoplasm after he accidentally knocked a can of it over with his wings.

Mom reaches for the landline as Danny snatches Jazz’s last piece of bacon in retaliation.

“Oh” Mom’s voice cracks. Her wings droop like they’re full of water.

“Maddie?” Dad looks up from the toaster, his wings starting to fluff up.

She ignores him.

“Yes, yes absolutely.” His Mom seems almost transfixed with whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying, “Do you need help with-? No, no yes I understand. Send me the address and we’ll be there.”

With that Danny can hear the phone go dead, and for a second the kitchen is filled with the sound of ruffling feathers.

Mom finally looks to his Dad.

“It’s, my dad passed away last night, Alicia found out when he didn’t call her this morning.”

“Grandpa’s, he’s gone?” Jazz asks, pushing her chair back to stand up.

“Yes.” Danny can start to see tears in his mom’s eyes, “I’m- Alicia said he,” she can’t finish.

With two large steps his Dad is completely covering her with his wings as he hugs her, but Danny and Jazz can still hear her muffled sobs.

His Mom almost never cries. Danny can remember her crying when he flew for the first time or when Jazz’s wings changed, but whenever they got hurt she would always be strong.

Oh, Danny realizes. His Grandpa is gone.

They don’t end up going to school that day.

————

The church they arrive at is huge.

Mom looks uncomfortable as they walk inside, shifting with her pressed shirt as they walk down the entrance.

Danny has only been inside churches a few times, mostly when extended family visit for a holiday. Mom says they’re going to meet with the person in charge of Grandpa's memorial service because aunt Alicia needed to do some last minute things.

Dad had gone to get Jazz from a friend’s house so it was just him and mom there with the person who was in charge.

The woman waiting for them seems very nice. She smiles at both of them, and doesn’t get angry when mom can’t smile back.

Mom asks him to stay in the main hall, but the woman had said that Grandpa was in the main room, and Danny just has to see him.

The door isn’t locked, and when he peeked inside the room was empty except for the chairs and the box, the coffin, on the other side of the room.

Grandpa’s coffin is so small.

Mom had told him not to touch anything, but Danny just had to look. The last time he saw Grandpa he had been just fine.

As he approaches he sees that the top of the coffin is off, but he still can see inside because of the elevated platform it’s on.

After a moment's consideration he hauls one of the chairs, and uses it to look into where his grandpa is.

He doesn’t know what he expects to see, but one thing becomes very clear as he looks down at his Grandpa’s still form. Because now Danny understands why they could make the coffin so small, it’s because his wings are gone.

He remembers mom saying that when you died you lost your wings, but to him it always sounded like it was something that took a lot of time, like how mummy’s didn’t have noses because over the million billion years it took for them to find them their wings had slowly gone away.

The only thing that makes sense is if someone stole his wings.

Danny remembers a movie he saw, very late one night after his Grandpa had thought he had gone to bed. In the movie the police had found someone murdered in their own home, body completely unharmed, but the second they saw the body they knew the person was dead because someone had taken their wings.

Danny busts out of the room and runs towards the woman his mom and now dad are talking to. As he gets closer he can see the woman is still smiling, which only makes him madder.

As he finally reaches the group he hears his dad start to ask where he was, but Danny has something important to do.

He winds up his foot, just like Jazz taught him, and crashes his foot into the woman’s shin.

He pours all the rage and grief his little body can handle into the kick, and then he can’t say anything because his throat closes up around his tears.

“You- you stole Grandpa’s wings!”

“Danny, what on earth are you talking about?” His mom has crouched down to him, as his dad apologizes to the woman and Jazz looks towards the room Danny came from.

“”Honey,” mom’s voice catches like when she first told them that Grandpa had died. “A person’s wings disappear when they die, once the heart stops and the brain stops thinking a person's wings fade away in a matter of minutes.”

“But that doesn’t make sense! Grandpa’s wings were real! My wings are real! They can’t just disappear! They’d have to decam- decome- rot for them to disappear!”

“I’m so sorry kiddo,” his dad’s large hand rests against his still ruffled feathers. “We should have explained it to you better after it happened. We thought we had prepared you for what your grandpa was going to look like, but we should have made sure you really heard what we were saying.”

Things calm down after that. The woman doesn’t seem mad that Danny kicked her, which only makes him feel worse. When they enter the room properly as guests start to arrive Danny can’t bring himself to look at the other end of the room.

The entire service Danny has to sit in the back of the room with his head buried in Jazz’s shoulder. He can’t stand to look at that tiny box that is supposed to hold his grandpa.

————

Danny finds out dying sucks.

He can still hear the whine of the portal powering up every night. There are times he can’t concentrate because his limbs hum like they’re connected to a live wire.

And that’s not even getting into the fact that he can somehow become a ghost at will.

The worst thing though, is the fact that he lost his wings.

At least, they disappear when he’s Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom, on the other hand, is a ghost with wings.

When he first wakes up it’s to his parents' horrified screams. He’s rushed off to the hospital, and doctors do just about every test under the sun to try and figure out what happened to him.

He finds out that it’s very rare to lose one's wings and survive. Usually whatever let’s wings manifest is pretty good at judging what’s alive and dead, seeing as coma patients never lose their wings even without brain activity.

But it is possible.

He meets Vlad, an old family friend who also now lives without wings.

Of course, the guy also turns out to blame his dad entirely for the accident and tries to get Danny to be ‘his son’ because he’ll understand him so much better than his dad and mom ever will now. So, he doesn’t think they’ll be bonding any time soon.

The first time he transforms, the first thing he notices is the familiar weight of wings on his back.

They’re not his dark raven wings, at least not fully. Some of them look like they have molted back into his childhood blue, which makes no sense in Danny’s opinion.

He finds he can make them intangible with minimal effort, because the last thing he needs is to give his parents another target when shooting at his ghost form. While around other ghosts he tries his best to play it off as a ghostly mutation, but none of them are fooled. Not even Plasmius has wings, so he knows it isn’t a halfa thing, just another thing that makes him a freak to both sides.

At least his wings are useful in a fight, letting him fly faster.

Most ghosts are at least indifferent to his wings, having been dead so long they seem to have lost how it connected them to life. Some do care, Skulker has made it no secret that he’d like to pin his wings on his wall along with his pelt, which still makes Danny queasy.

It’s as he’s releasing the annoying hunter into the zone for the nth time that he senses a new ghost approaching.

Most ghosts only hang around the portal when they want to try and cause havoc in the human realm, so Danny already doesn’t have a good feeling about this.

The ghost is moving towards him at a leisurely pace, but even from this distance Danny knows they’re strong.

His wings itch from having been kept intangible for so long, he might have to use them to make a quick getaway if the ghost tries to attack while they’re all still in the zone.

The ghost looms. Danny knows he isn’t the tallest guy, but the other ghost has him beat by at least four feet.

“What are you doing here, boy.” The ghost’s voice is very monotone, “according to section 23G subsection 122-456A you are in violation of zone haunts and will need to-“

Yep, definitely getting out of here. With a flick of his wings he zips back towards the portal entrance, wings flared in an attempt to deter the other ghost from following him.

But then the ghost stops dead, staring at Danny intently.

“Little Blue-Jay?”

[inkandpaintleopard]

Dude do not get me STARTED on the Soft boys

I get that their purpose is to serve as a little breather (until Monster, anyway), but I feel like there could have been more done with that? Like dude this is one of the few mods that even ALLUDES to Frank, it would have been really unique (especially for the time) if Ben and Pico actually got to meet him; it'd even fit into the story because they're trying to go somewhere and "Frank lets us ride in his van all the time, we will ask him for you!"

Also I have just found out that Father Fairest's first name is actually Frank so uh. That could be fun (/s) for Ben

(also I feel like whatever SM Frank is doing in this universe he'd sympathize with both Ben's and Pico's plights, but that's besides the point)

Also just. I say this with a heavy heart but I do not like their designs. I get what they were going for but it feels... kind of cluttered? I think they would have looked better without their costumes on, give Pump some face stickers too to make up him not having spots

If anything I feel like leaning into that "creative" angle would have made for better designs, show them covered in paint and glitter or something because they're trying to make things, maybe even a little dirt because they love to explore just as much as the OG Spookeez, but their clothes show stains way more because they're not pure black

OH AND ON THAT-

It's just kind of a personal gripe but I wish their colors were closer to the originals too. Ben, Pico, and Grace all have the same color schemes as their original counterparts, just muted/pastel with a few changes, but instead of pastel purples and oranges Skid and Pump have completely different colors. I do like how the color of Skid's clothes mirror Pump and vice versa, but it's just weird looking at those three and then these two

Also again a minor gripe in the grand scheme of things but instead of removing the mic entirely they should have had a toy microphone, it still fits with their theme AND the context that they like Father Fairest's music

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, I get all that… before I even played the mod I just thought “Well their designs need work but hopefully their character is good.” Like dude they don’t even get an original song. I like the way they’re introduced but other than that they have nothing going for them.

I hadn’t even considered the whole Frank thing, that would’ve been nice.

I have such weird opinions on their designs; I think my biggest issue with them is that they don’t seem coherent. Why would Pump wear blue? Why do they look like they’re wearing jumpsuits? Are they? Why would they be? And yeah how are they that clean? And where’s the spookyness in it? I think about this for a lot of Skid designs specifically, because I feel like you wouldn’t know he was a skeleton if you didn’t already know what he came from, which is fine for all of us, but I feel like it doesn’t make sense in universe.

I was planning on redesigning them when I finally played the mod, but every time I think about redesigning/stylizing a character, I realize it goes against the way I come up with stories and stuff. For the Soft Spookeez specifically, every bit of dislike I may have for them gets added to whatever story I have in mind. Like oh, one finds their appearance underwhelming and annoying? So does every other Skid and Pump. I can’t get any personality from them? Their character is now that they have no character; everyone else is baffled that they came out of the Soft mod and are completely trauma-free. So on and so forth, help I don’t remember how to stylize.

Wait yeah them having a toy mic would be nice; I find them feeling weirdly detached without it.

[sumiblue]

(pictured: HE <3)

I bought a little aloe plant today.

Every place we lived in when I was growing up had aloe plants, so it seemed a natural and easy choice for my first houseplant in my first flat. The plant display in the Co-Op is right next to the door, so I picked it up, chunky green arms trailing over the pot, and placed it in my basket, carrying it with me while I got my other lumpy, hefty items. Do you see what Problems May Arise from this course of action. Me too, but I did it anyway because I was simply too nervous to do the unthinkable; shattering checkout line normalcy to go, “Oh, one moment” and dashing to get it then. My timidness cost my juicy friend a couple of his limbs, but he’s home now, on my rather bare bookshelf, green and alive. I love him to bits (...of aloe in my shopping bag) and he’s only been here for 10 hours. I keep going over to his corner, introducing him to his new environment and telling him how lovely he his. So far it had been amusing to verbally greet my living room furniture every morning, but it’s a different delight to now natter on about any and everything to this living being who might be hearing me. It scratches that itch to use one’s voice for connection. I have to keep reminding myself, though, that he’s not a new interlocutor, and my search for fulfilling connections should continue.

Loneliness, like aloe plants, has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, though living on my own for the past 3 months has definitely given it a different texture. Not worse, not better, just different. It’s probably due to an amalgamation of a few things. Moving across the Atlantic. The accumulated lessons learned and experiences from 30 years of being alive. Probably not the multi-year worldwide health emergency though...Oh wait.

I imagine most of us have seen article after article about how extended self-isolation during the pandemic has shone a light on how lonely a lot of us are, if it hadn’t caused it in itself. My mum shared an article with me this week, which talks about the fact that, for the very lonely, the solution may not be finding company with other people.

Loneliness isn't just about not being around people. It's been said numerous times that the pandemic and lockdown gave many of us the chance to really examine our relationships. We were forced to be still and listen to ourselves for once, and became more aware of what we were (or weren't) getting out of the socializing we habitually engaged in. I think, in many cases, we realized that while we had company, we weren’t experiencing connection. We started to crave it deeply, and were stymied in our attempts to fill that void because oops, outside could kill you. However, going out to find connections isn’t the solution for everyone, like the article says. Maybe in your stillness you discovered that spending time alone was precisely what you needed, and you started learning how to connect with your Self. Filling your own void. Self-love is healthy! We each have to figure out what fills that gap for our individual puzzles, whether it's solitude, company, a different type of company, etc.

I wonder also if this massive awareness of our own loneliness is sometimes misconstrued with the feeling of grief. Change leads to loss, and if we’ve experienced changing perceptions of our relationships, our selves and our social fulfilment needs, we’re bound to be thrown into a turbulent twisting uncomfortable storm of emotions. And here we’re back to sitting in self reflection innit, asking ourselves, is the name for this storm loneliness? Grief? Both? I don’t think they’re entirely separate, but it may help to identify where you are so you can figure out where to go.

Personally, I do think that my puzzle piece is painted with other people, particularly with shiny deeper connections. Having been isolated for a few years, I’ve found I do need that external input from even light interaction to remember that I am not uniquely horrible but am in fact, in a human general sense, pretty okay! I feel it in the shared frustration with the pensioners at the bus stop because the big blue bastard (affectionate) is 20 minutes late again. I feel it when the cashier wags their finger at me and says “Silly little girl, you must have confused this Appleton’s Rum for apple juice. ID please and thank you.”* In these brief little moments, I get reminded that people Exist. We just Are. We are all complicated and flawed and still wonderful. Not gonna lie though, finding and making those rare closer connections would be fucking fantastic. People around whom I can feel like I’m not the Only One. Unmask with me baybee.

But as a very temporary stop-gap measure, my darling precious aloe boy suits me fine.

*An exaggeration but it fuckin’ felt like this

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Thai QL Favorites Tag game

Aw, @plantsarepeopletoo, I think you are the first person to tag me on here, thanks for that! Also, I adore your name.

Favorites are a tricky thing for me, I tend to love a lot of things, and am not big into ranking...so these answers might change depending on the day.

Favorite Thai QL: Until We Meet Again was one of the first I watched, and it hit me deeply. There is something about the beginning with Dean & Pharm, and how they know they’re connected, but unsure why. Total chills. I know some people find it slow, but I never felt like that. Just really good storytelling. And I also have to say Not Me. It’s just so unique in terms of BL. I love a good secret twin story, but also the incredible acting and social commentary really took a hold of my heart.

Favorite Pairing: I’m someone who doesn’t really like fanservice or people being trapped into one pairing (I love First & Khaotung together, but they have too much charisma with literally everyone to be permanently a pair). That being said, gotta give it to MaxTul. And I am a little bummed we won’t get just one more series from them.

Most underrated actor: Ooh, this is a tough one. I can’t think of anyone I feel is really underrated, but I do wish actors were given more of a chance to break free of some of their typecast roles. I feel like some of them are underestimated in what they could do if offered the right material. Like everyone knows Fluke Natouch and Earth Katsamonnat are incredible actors, but I’d love to see them do something where they get to play more confident and assertive, not to mention morally dubious. In real life Earth is always looking so fierce! I want him to be sassy and fashionable in a show.

Favorite Character: Yok, from Not Me. I can’t explain fully why, just love that man so damn much.

Favorite Side Character: Nam, Chon’s mom from Tonhon Chontalee. I didn’t really like the show, but I love and her fire so much. May we all have someone in our lives who would love us and fight for us so fiercely.

Favorite scene in a QL: Oof...there are so many good ones! The Pride flag scene in Not Me is an amazing one. I like the rooftop scenes in both Bad Buddy & Why R U. I’m sure I could come up with more, but we’ll stick with that for now.

Favorite line in a QL: I’m terrible at remembering to write down lines I enjoy. I’ll add if I think of one later!

Most Anticipated QL (& why): I really like Perth Tanapon, so I’m interested to see what he does with Dangerous Romance. Honestly, I’m just happy we’re starting to see more BLs that are playing around with genres like historical or thriller. Give us all the types of BL!

Healthiest relationship in a QL: This is tricky, because of how many couples have that random miscommunication that should be solved in 5 minutes, but has to take that extra episode. Maybe Le Jian and Amber from DNA Says Love You? I don’t remember perfectly, but they were very sweet. Also, I think I gotta say Phayu & Rain from LITA are pretty strong. I know not everyone vibes with their dynamic, but they’re both good at understanding what the other needs from them.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: Oh, that one from Love by Chance, with Techno...and that other guy I can’t remember. Gross & creepy.

Guilty pleasure series: The first half of Love in the Air, and History 1: Obsessed. Obsessed has so many tropes I should hate, but it somehow works in a “I know how this is supposed to go in another universe and I’m losing my mind here because I know I got you killed with my stupidity” kind of way.

Most Underrated Series: I think I have to go with Ghost Host, Ghost House. I almost never see people mention it, but I flipping adored it. 

Apologies that I have no idea who hasn’t done this yet... but if you want to jump on, consider yourself tagged!

[nickgerlich]

Boxed In

I am a confessed roadside junkie. I stop to photograph old signs, unique architecture, anything that hearkens back to a different era, typically the 1960s or earlier. Basically, I am documenting the past in the present, so it can be enjoyed in the future. I am not one of those people who lives in the past, though. Truly, I am a futurist at heart—otherwise I would never have dived into this subject area—but I do love the past.



Maybe it was all those Back To The Future movies I watched last century.

A story making the rounds these days on a slew of media outlets, and spread all over social media, is about the slow but steady disappearance of distinctive fast food building designs, and implicitly their signs. It is becoming harder and harder to find such displays of whimsy and artistry that each beckoned customers come hither.

Some even went so far as to use programmatic architecture years ago, and long before fast food took hold, meaning the building is shaped like the product being sold or serviced. Think of a giant coffee pot on the Lincoln Highway in Pennsylvania, or The Big Shoe shoe repair in Bakersfield California. There is little doubt what goes on there.

Mid-century saw the rise of Google architecture, a very imaginative design theme that arose from that great incubator of pop culture, California. This produced McDonald’s with the huge swooping golden arches over the building, the batwing Denny’s restaurants designed by Armet & Davis, and the original Arby’s Roast Beef outlets shaped like a covered wagon, with the memorable tall hat neon sign. Oh, and Jack In The Box, whose restaurants in the 60s looked just like the toy whose name they co-opted. Fond memories there.



Then there is the distinctive architectural style utilized by McDonald’s in the 1970s, with their mansard roofed buildings, as well as Wendy’s with their solariums. Remember those? Anyone? They’re hard to find these days, and were actually ditched years ago, long before the current trend to be even more bland and generic.



In fact, it is almost like everyone pooled their resources recently and hired one architect to design the fast food joint of the 21C, a cubic rectangle that typically is smaller than those of restaurants past. Aside from trim and color splashes, there is little to separate one from the other.

Let’s face it. Between delivery, drive-thru, and curbside pickup, there just isn’t much need for in-store dining these days, unless you’re just rocking it old school. And COVID pretty well settled everything when it comes to ball pits, tube slides, and the like. Can anyone say Petri dish full of germs?

Maybe now you can understand why I love finding these vestiges of the past. Today’s architecture and presentation is just boring. I sincerely doubt that people of the future will yearn for those banal days of the 2020s.

It’s just that everything has changed, which, of course, is an underlying theme in all of my classes. Whereas restaurants of old had to shout in a non-verbal way at every motorist going by, today we either know where these places are, or we are listening to mapping guidance. We don’t need distinctives to sway us. And all of that DoorDashing means we really couldn’t care less about anything other than the food.

Factor in some communities battling what they saw as visual pollution, going so far as to ban neon signs all together, as well as regulating sign height and building aesthetics, and you wind up with an increasingly sterile era. 

All we have to do to get a sensory overload, at least for the sake of comparison, is go to Las Vegas. Sin City is perhaps the only place left in the US, aside from Time Square, where there are few if any limits on spectaculars, because the whole city is built on gaudiness. If your eyes feel tired after just one evening walking The Strip, I understand. Been there, done that too many times. It is visually loud, to the point of violating our modern sensibilities.

Put this all together, and we find ourselves in an increasingly homogenized world. Although I cannot say that the digital age is the only cause, or even a primary one, it has certainly played a big role. I realize that people still go out to eat, but as for me, I find myself doing it a lot less, especially in-store. I know my oldest daughter and her hubs find it agonizingly slow and tedious. They would rather be sitting on their sofa, eating a DoorDashed delivery while watching Shrinking on Apple+.

And given the rise of ghost kitchens we discussed last week, it all begins to make a lot of sense. Who would have thought that all of these changes would have an impact on architecture? 



Meanwhile, I have made a note to photograph the Wendy’s here in Canyon Texas before they close it for a major remodel. The design of the 90s—post-solarium—will be replaced with the new boxy motif. I can only imagine the carnage that will happen to that building as they scrape away the years, one brick at a time, and replace them with color panels, faux wood, and other impotent design flourishes.



My work never ends, at least for now. There are still enough reminders of the past to make this a serious endeavor. But in another 20 years? I have my doubts.

Dr “I’m Going Back“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

[evandarya]

Family

{Read on AO3}{Part 2}

"So," Dani said, slipping into the hotel room, arms loaded with food from the complimentary breakfast in the lobby.

Danny looked up from his phone and sat up on the bed. "So?" 

"Do you think Bruce Wayne will show up at the convention today? I've heard rumors that he was in town." Dani said conspiratorially, handing him a muffin.

"Using your invisibility to eavesdrop on the housekeepers is rude and a misuse of your powers." Jazz said, stepping out of the bathroom and combing some mousse into her hair.

"You know he owns the penthouse, right?" Danny said. "We could go up and see if he's here."

"No, absolutely not." Jazz said.

"Come on, Jazz, live a little," Danny said.

"That's trespassing," Jazz said.

 "If Jason suggested it, you'd do it," Dani said. 

Jazz blushed, but held her ground. "You two are absolutely not going anywhere near Bruce Wayne or his penthouse." She said before grabbing her hairdryer and heading back into the bathroom. 

"We're going up to the penthouse, right?" Dani asked once the drone of the hairdryer started.

"Oh, absolutely, we are,” Danny said. Both of them changed to their ghost form and flew invisibly up to the top floor. 

The penthouse was decorated sleek and modern, far removed from the gaudy green and gold of Vlad’s Wisconsin castle. Danny looked around the living room and found evidence of people staying there. There were shoes set by the door and bathing suits thrown over the balcony railing to dry. Stashed on the balcony was a familiar inflatable unicorn. 

“Shit,” Danny whispered.

“What?” Dani asked quietly.

“What’s Damian’s last name?” he asked. Tim’s last name was Drake, he knew. Tim had explained about Damian’s propensity to use people’s last names unless he was particularly fond of them.

“Um. I don’t know, I never asked, why?” Dani asked before spotting the unicorn. “Oh. You think they’re Wayne’s kids?” 

Before Danny could answer Damian’s voice called from one of the rooms in the back. “Drake, do you have my pomade?” 

“Why would I have it? I don’t use pomade.” Tim’s voice was getting closer so Danny and Dani made sure they were invisible and floated up near the ceiling. “Check with Jason.” 

“I already asked Todd and Richard and they don't have it, so you must have taken it.” the two brothers came out into the living room and Danny felt himself blush. Tim wasn’t wearing a shirt and Danny could see leaned toned muscle and scars. More scars than the son of the CEO of a Fortune 500 company should have. 

Dani caught his eye and mouthed “We should go.” Danny nodded and the two left the same way they came. 

***

Dick loved his family. He did. When he was a kid in the circus everyone was like his family. He still keeps in touch with them. When Bruce took him in he missed having a large family. It was just him, Alfred, and Bruce for a long time. Then he formed the Titans and it was like having a big family again. Still, having a big family came with its own unique challenges. 

“Damian put the knife away. Did you check your beach bag for your pomade? You brought it to the beach house yesterday.” 

Tim snickered. “He had to make sure he looked good for his girlfriend.” 

“Shut your mouth, Drake! At least I wasn’t hanging all over Danielle.” Damian said, stomping out of the room.

“We were stargazing!” Tim defended. 

Jason chucked from where he was making pancakes at the stove. “You two were cuddled awfully close for stargazing.” 

“I know, they were so cute!” Dick said. “I took pictures.”

“Oh, my gods! Delete them now, Dick!” Tim said, leaping over the table towards his brother. 

Yes, Dick loved his family, he wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

***

Danny, Jazz, and Dani were walking around the mall when Danny felt the prickle on the back of his neck like someone was watching him. He glanced around but didn’t see anyone suspicious. Years of fighting ghosts who liked to stalk and then ambush him taught him to trust his gut instincts, so he kept an eye out. He tried not to let the paranoia interfere with spending time with his sisters, but every now and then he would see movement out of the corner of his eye. 

“Danny, check out this shirt!” Danny glanced at the shirt Dani was holding. It was black with a picture of the old comic hero, Space Ghost, and said ‘Space Ghost is ***king Dead’ in block letters underneath.

“I need that immediately,” he said, making grabbing hands towards the shirt. Dani tossed the shirt to him. When he turned back toward a display of pins he saw a familiar mop of black and white curly hair. “Hey, Jazz,” he called to his sister who was inspecting a display of Disney merchandise. 

“I saw the Space Ghost shirt, Danny.” She said, inspecting a Mulan purse. 

“Okay, but did you see your boyfriend?” He asked. Danny could tell by the way Jason’s shoulders tensed that the other man was listening. 

“Jason is not my boyfriend he’s–” Jazz cut herself off when she turned and spotted Jason. “Jason, hi, what are you doing here?” she smiled and blushed when she caught sight of him. Danny smirked. 

“Yes, Jason. What are you doing here?” he asked. Danny couldn’t shake the feeling of wrongness from Jason, but the man wasn’t giving off anything like hostility so Danny was just going to keep an eye on him. 

“Dick dragged us here for some brotherly bonding. He’s over there with Damian and Tim getting boba.” Jason said, waving toward the boba stand. Dani came up holding a purple and blue Axolotl stuffed animal.

“What’s boba?” she asked. Jason blinked once before explaining. 

“It’s milk tea with chewy tapioca balls. It's not to my taste, but Dick and Damian like it." Jason glanced at Danny and Jazz before asking "would you like some?" 

"Yes, can we, Jazz?" 

"Alright, we'll pay for this stuff and head over there next," Jazz said. 

"I'll just text Dick to get three more on his order so we don't have to wait in line," Jason said, already sending a message. 

"Oh, you didn't have to do that." Jazz said, but she was smiling. 

Danny rolled his eyes and went to the register to pay for his shirt and Dani's stuffed axolotl.

***

Danny looked at Jason across the food court table and sipped his boba. Damian had gone off with Dani to find some vegetarian food and Jazz, Tim, and Dick were getting food for everyone else, leaving Jason and Danny to secure a table for everyone. “So,”

“So?” Jason asked, leaning back in the seat.

“Are you and Jazz dating?” Danny asked. He enjoyed the way Jason’s eyes got wide as a blush crept up his neck. 

“We haven't talked about that yet.” He hedged. “Are you dating Tim?” 

“Tim and I are friends,” Danny said quickly. “Do you want to date Jazz?” 

“Yes. I’d love to date her. She’s smart, kind, and beautiful.” Jason said, a soft look on his face. 

Danny watched Jason as he found Jazz across the food court. He seemed sincere, but Danny had to make sure his sister was safe.

"Jason, I love my sisters, and I would do anything to keep them safe." Danny was watching Jason's face and waited until the man's attention was back on him before flashing his scary eyes. "Anything."

Jason didn't say anything for a second before laughing. Danny scowled at him. "Sorry, I know you're being serious, but you look like a kitten." That only made Danny scowl harder. "I'm not going to hurt your sister. She may not even want to see me after you leave." 

"Did she give you her number?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Then she's going to want to keep in touch with you." He said, going back to his boba.

***

After lunch Dani wanted to go back to the beach, so Dani, Jazz, and Danny headed back to the hotel. In the lobby, they were surprised to be greeted by their parents and Vlad. “Oh, there you are!” Maddie said, hugging Danny and Jazz. “We have some exciting news.”

“I want to tell them!” Jack said. “Vlad has offered to fund an exclusive year-long ghost hunting trip to Peru!” 

“Peru?” Danny exclaimed. “We can’t move to Peru, Jazz and I have school and jobs.” 

“Jazz is starting college soon. She’ll be staying in the dorms next year, and it’s not like we’re selling the house, Danny. You can still live there.” Maddie said.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Vlad asked, his voice dripping with sickly sweet honey. “You know how much trouble Daniel can get himself into, even with the two of you there to watch him." Vlad's eyes fell on Dani and it took everything in Danny not to punch the man right then and there. "And with him and Danielle becoming such good friends, it would only make sense for them to come to stay with me." 

"I'm not coming to stay with you," Danny said, just barely keeping the venom from his voice. "And neither is Dani."

"Danny, be nice," Maddie said.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Madeline," Vlad said, leaning down into Danny's space. "I'm sure Daniel and I will come to an understanding. A year is a long time." 

Danny could feel his eyes burning and his fists clenching. He wanted so badly to punch Vlad in the face, and he might have if Jazz hadn't put her hand on his shoulder and stepped between him and Vlad. 

"Mom, Dad, maybe we can talk about this later when we aren't in the hotel lobby? We were wanting to go to the beach this afternoon." 

"Well, alright. We can talk after the convention is over." Maddie said. "We don't leave for Peru for a few weeks, so there is time to make plans." 

"Okay, great." Jazz said, pushing Danny and Dani toward the elevators. Once the doors closed Danny groaned in frustration. 

"I'm not going back to him," Dani said, hugging her stuffed axolotl to her chest. "I’ve disappeared before and I'll do it again." 

“It won’t come to that,” Danny said. “But if it does, you won’t go alone.” 

“Maybe we can talk some sense into them.” Jazz said, but she didn’t sound hopeful. Danny hated to admit it, but he was starting to give up on his parents ever seeing reason and he could tell that Jazz was feeling the same way.

“Let’s just go to the beach.” 

***

“I don’t think I have ever seen someone so grumpy at a beach,” Tim said, flopping down next to Danny. He handed Danny a can and Danny popped it open and took a sip without looking at it. “What’s on your mind?”

“My parents are going on a trip to Peru in a few weeks. They want me to stay with our uncle Vlad,” Danny said. 

“And you don’t want to?”

“He’s a fruit loop. He’s in love with my mom and obsessed with me. He wants an heir or something, but he’s really creepy about it.” Danny said. “One time, he tricked my mom and me to fly out to Colorado. He had sabotaged the plane so we had to bail right over his hunting lodge. That was a weird weekend.” 

“And your mom wants you to stay with this creep?” Tim sounded just as disgusted as Danny felt.

“He technically saved my life once, so he’s redeemed himself in her eyes. I know he hasn’t changed, but try convincing her of that.” 

“If there was another option. If you didn’t have to stay with Vlad for a year–”

“I’d take it, no question.” 

The smile Tim sent him loosened the coil of anxiety in Danny’s stomach just a little.

“Tim, are you seeing anyone?” Danny asked. The anxiety had lessened, but now his heart was pounding. He knew, though, that if he didn’t ask he’d always regret it.

“No, not right now.” Tim was leaning back on his arms and giving Danny such a soft smile that he had to look away.

“Oh. Would you. I mean, I know we just met like three days ago, but would you like to maybe–” Danny didn’t get to finish his sentence because Tim’s lips were on his, soft and sweet. When he pulled away his blue eyes were sparkling like sunlight off the waves. 

“I’d love to go out with you, Danny.” 

Danny smiled and pulled Tim into another kiss.

***

Danny and Tim entered the lobby of the hotel holding hands. Danny couldn't get over the fact that he had a boyfriend. That Tim had agreed to go out with him, even if it may have to be long distance. 

"Hey, Danny, if you were offered a scholarship to Gotham Academy, would you take it?" 

"Yeah, but my grades suck, I wouldn't qualify." 

"Didn't you say last night that you were in an astronomy club and discovered a new moon of Saturn and figured out its composition?" Tim asked. "That could qualify you even with a low GPA." 

"But that's just a hobby," Danny said, waving the comment off.

"Danny," Tim said, pulling him to a stop. "Your discovery is published in a scientific article, that's incredible." The intense sincerity in Tim's eyes threw Danny off. If he wasn't careful he could get lost in those slate blue eyes. "I'm going to send you a form, fill it out, and send it in before the third. Do one for Dani-with-an-I, too." Tim said before going back to his phone. 

Danny felt the tension leave his shoulders for the first time since he heard about his parents trip to Peru. Maybe this wouldn't be a complete disaster.

***

Bruce had expected a few things from this trip. He expected his sons to bond, check. He expected a few new contracts from the engineering convention, check. He expected at least one of his sons to get a bad sunburn and was glad to not have to check that box. 

He did not expect three of his sons to meet someone, but when he walked into the penthouse and Damian was teaching a black-haired blue-eyed girl how to escape a chokehold, a rare smile on his face, it was unexpected to be sure.

"Father!" Damian said, looking sheepish. "We did not expect you back until this evening." 

"I decided to come home early. Who's your friend?" He asked, shedding his tie and suit jacket. 

"This is Danielle, we met her and her siblings at the beach," Damian said, relaxing a little. 

"It's nice to meet you, Danielle." He said, offering a hand to the girl who was eyeing him suspiciously, but she took it anyway.

"Nice to meet you, too." 

"Father, Drake wanted to speak with you when you got in. He and his new boyfriend are in the media room."

"Boyfriend?" He asked, receiving only a solemn nod.

Bruce made his way toward the media room and found Tim and a boy who looked very similar to the girl he just met sitting close together, pouring over a laptop.

"Tim, I heard you have a boyfriend?" Tim and the boy's heads shot up in unison and a blush crept up their cheeks. Bruce had to admit they made a cute couple. 

"Hi, Bruce. This is Danny," Tim said. Bruce opened his mouth but the boy, Danny, cut him off before he could ask the question. 

"She's Dani-with-an-I, I'm Danny-with-a-Y, it's a family name."

"Alright, it's nice to meet you. Damian said you needed to see me, Tim."

"Yeah," Tim said, "I'm sending you some files on Vlad Masters. It may be something to look into tonight." 

That caught Bruce's attention, looking into something at night' was code for getting Batman involved. "Alright, I'll look into it. Have you seen Dick or Jason?" 

"They're on the roof with Jazz. Jason wanted to grill dinner tonight." Tim said, going back to his laptop. 

Bruce made his way to the roof and found his two oldest boys and a redhead girl who he could only assume was Jazz sitting around an empty fire pit. Jason had his arm around Jazz's shoulder and was laughing at something she had said. He loved the sound of his son's laughter. 

Bruce shut the door and headed to the master bedroom to get a shower. He'd have to look into these Fenton kids, but they seem to make his children happy. As long as Bruce's family is happy, he's happy.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Welcome back, my lovelies~! We’ve got another story on our hands, and I’m glad to share it with you all. Joining us today is a certain android deity: Ortho! Say hi, Ortho!

[Greetings, everyone! Fauna Taleweaver was so kind to invite me to share a few stories with you all.]

“Eh? Hey, are you really a god? You’re more…metal-y than any of the ones I’ve seen so far.”

[Oh? Why, yes, I am a god. According to my historical records, there have been several deities in the ancient times that wore grant metal armor to war and even in peace. What’s so unusual about the fact that I am made of metal? Even Deuce Spade wears his armor with pride.]

I guess every deity is unique in their own way.

“Hrm…so what’s this story you’re gonna tell us, huh?”

[It’s one of my favorite memories with my big brother and younger sibling.]

Huh?! Wait, Ortho…what do you mean ‘younger sibling’? I thought Idia was your only brother?

[Well, you see Fauna Taleweaver, that was the case…for a long while anyway. But centuries ago, that changed. In fact, I’ve gotten big brother’s permission to share his side of the story!]

“Really? That recluse???”

[Believe it or not, my big brother was the one who put everything into motion, and…he even made me see my duties in a new light and change the way I rehabilitate broken souls! You see…]

WARNING: Implied character death but nothing descriptive; tagged just in case. I wasn't sure what else to tag it under, but please let me know if I need to add another tag and I will do so as soon as I can! Story under a readmore for length, but mostly focusing on the wholesome character growth!

////

“Greetings, number 5294831! Your colors are looking brighter by approximately fifteen percent–an improvement compared to last week’s scans. Oh? Number 1574, you’re looking rather dim according to my current data. My brother upgraded my systems and functions just this morning, so let’s see what options are available to assist you.”

Idia watched in silence as Ortho worked, observing the younger deity floating about Limbo as he checked on his wards. Everything seemed to be going according to design–not that he doubted his skills of course. And yet, he couldn’t help but gaze at the vast cavern, a soft frown on his face. ‘There are far more souls here than normal,’ he thought.

Everywhere he looked there were souls, each one in a deplorable condition. Most had arrived in varying shades of gray, some barely clinging to a hint of the once vibrant colors they were meant to have. Some he could see even from afar the cracks in their core, looking like fragile glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Others…they were so far faded that he almost missed one that floated by in front of his face.

Lost…fragile…broken…these were the souls that Ortho focused on the most, working around the clock to restore the bright hues they once held. It seemed a Herculean task, for every soul he saved, two arrived in danger of fading away forever. Even though this part of the job wasn’t in his lane, Idia could see how distressed his little brother was to see these souls vanish, too weak to survive…

What in Seven’s name was even going on in the mortal realm that so many souls come to them practically taped and glued together?

Sighing, Idia uttered, “What a drag…being a mortal should be easy mode compared to the nightmare god mode we deities have, even when they’re not fighting lame wars. At least it should be way easier than getting an uber deluxe limited edition Hizu Matsune figure…”

[:...Hi…zu…?:]

“Eep!?” he squeaked, staring at the tiny humanoid shape hiding in the nook near the entrance. “D-Don’t do that!”

The tiny body quickly retreated, huddling into a nook in the stone wall with a whimper. It was then that he realized it was a mortal soul–or rather, a child’s mortal soul. What were they even doing here?! There’s only ever been adult or elderly souls here in Limbo…maybe there has been an uptick in teenagers and young adult souls, but…children??? That shouldn’t happen…

[:...s…orr…y…don…hurt me,:] the little soul whispered quietly, their transparent ‘body’ flickering like a flashlight’s failing battery. [:P…lease…:]

Realizing that they were scared of him, he hesitantly knelt down and–in as calm a voice as he could muster–he spoke softly and said, “I-It’s okay…I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t have to be scared…” Oh Sevens, he wasn’t good with children–well, people in general anyway, but still! Taking a breath, he asked, “How uh…how did you get here? Shouldn’t you be over in the fields of Purga…tory…”

As soon as the words left his mouth it finally sank in the condition of the soul itself: dark cracks creating a spider web effect across its surface, black-violet ooze staining the inner core, and the color…the original color of the soul had all but completely faded from existence. It was impossible to tell what color it originally was, just like the other broken souls.

[:I…don’t…remember,:] the soul said, its voice distorted as they covered their head in their hands. [:It’s dark…and scary…mama…papa…where are you? You…you promised…you would come get me before…:]

“Before…what?” Idia asked, voice quiet.

[:...the monsters…:]

He felt a chill go down his spine at this, though he couldn’t quite place why as he asked, “What monsters?”

[:Monster…the monsters…! They’re coming! The monsters are coming!! AAAAAA-!!!:]

The soul–though it had no lungs–unleashed a haunting wail so shrill that Idia’s blood ran cold and his ears began ringing, forcing him to cover them. Before he could even think of calling for help, a blur of black and blue appeared next to him and a gentle lullaby began to play from the speakers built into his frame. Idia could hear Ortho’s muffled voice as he said, “Please settle down, number 429754. Your core is in critical condition and cannot take much more stress. Please don’t worry–there are no monsters here. You’re safe now.”

Whether it was the music or his words, the ghostly wails died down to quiet whimpers, the corporeal form curled into a tight ball before fading away and leaving behind a faintly glowing glass orb. As Ortho picked up the core and held it close, Idia saw the black-violet ooze spread further and recognized the all too familiar material.

Blot…

“...how did this happen?” Idia asked.

Ortho seemed to hesitate, looking unsure of what to say before looking down. “I found this one in the remains of a small town,” he finally said. “It was overrun by a pack of Soulless Ones. Deuce Spade and Rook Hunt managed to stop them from escaping to the next mortal settlement, but…there were only five survivors out of a roster of three hundred mortals.”

Soulless Ones…mortals whose souls were corrupted by blot, leaving behind a hollow shell of their mortal bodies to become twisted and mangled amalgamations of corruption. These abominations become little more than zombies, seeking out uncorrupted mortals in search of their own lost soul until nothing is left. He’d heard from Azul how the other deities were struggling to contain the spread, but…he never imagined it could ever get this bad.

“How did you manage to save this soul?” he asked. “I thought mortals attacked by those things had an instant-KO?”

“According to my scans of the mortal shell, they possessed DNA from a deity relative–inconclusive if parent or a distant. By my calculations, this was the only thing that kept their soul safe long enough for me to slow the spread of blot. Now, however…their core is unstable.” Though his eyes closed in a smile, Idia could see that it didn’t quite reach the same way it normally would. “Once I take them to the Stardust River for their first cleansing, we may begin tailoring a proper recovery plan to mend the cracks and heal their light.”

“Eh? You haven’t taken them to the river yet?”

“No. My simulation program indicates that a full submersion in its current state would cause unnecessary stress on the soul, accelerating the spread of blot. I’ve been applying drops from the vial that Lilia Vanrouge gifted me to help with mending some of the cracks. Once the soul is sufficiently calm, I will take them to the Stardust River.”

He felt a pang of guilt that refused to leave him be, taking his focus away even from his gaming match later that night. As the God of Death, Idia rarely interfered with the lives of mortals, let alone interacted with them. Yet seeing his younger brother struggle to understand how to soothe such a young soul traumatized by creatures that were never meant to exist…

Then, he remembered the sadness in Ortho’s eyes, the sheer worry in his voice as he gently tended to the fragile soul. With a deep breath, he released it in a nervous sigh and uttered, “Why am I doing this to myself…?” before pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

—----------

“Good morning, number 429754! How are you to…huh? Big brother? What are you doing here?”

Turning to face the small android, Idia crunched down on the snack he’d been munching on and said, “Watching Hizu Matsune music videos before we watch the series Shimmer Heart Sugar Stars. There’s a new season that just released today, and we already finished the first two seasons last night.”

“Huh?” Ortho uttered in confusion, shaking his head in disbelief. “But…you’re never here in Limbo unless I am, and you’ve rarely shown any interest in interacting with mortal souls for very long.”

Idia shrugged and said, “After what happened yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. So…I figured I’d try something different.”

Looking in the direction that he pointed, he gasped in amazement and said, “You managed to get them back into their corporeal form! How did you-??”

“Well…you said you couldn’t start the recovery plan until they were calm enough to take a dip in the river, right? After everything they’ve been through…I reached out to Lilia for a few cheat codes.”

“Cheat codes?”

“Yeah. Compared to us, he’s boss level in terms of kids and childcare, so he’d know a few strategies to calm one down, right? He said to find something that interests them, so…” With a wide, toothy grin, he gestured to the screen displaying bright and colorful characters singing and dancing together as he said, “After remembering how they reacted when I mentioned Hizu Matsune, I came up with the ultimate gaming strategy! Using top notch music videos and anime shows with the perfect amount of cheerful and sappy cuteness, it’s the perfect plan to calm them and catch up on my backlog, sending them on the path to a visit in the Stardust River! Pretty clever if I do say so myself. Sound good, Shims?”

“Huh? Shims??”

The soul looked up at him, a flash of pink-red light flaring within as they smiled and nodded. [:Can we…watch more, please?:] they asked, pointing to the screen.

“Sure, Shims.” Tapping away at his keyboard, the screen changed to an opening theme song with a peppy beat, the soul swaying and bouncing happily to the music. “We should be done with this season within a few hours if we don’t take breaks.”

Ortho, despite having a mask covering his mouth, looked gobsmacked as he stared at the two. A moment later he shook his head, activating his scanners and examining them closely. “Oh! Readings indicate that the soul’s color’s are showing a twenty percent increase! They’re still faint, but by comparison to the five percent it was yesterday it is still an improvement.” Looking up at Idia, he said, “At this rate…we should be able to take number 429754 to the Stardust River in less than a month! You’re a genius, big brother!”

[:Shims…:]

“Huh?”

[:Shims…my name is Shims,:] the soul said, pointing at the screen again. [:Shimmer…makes me happy. Call me Shims…please?:]

“Oh…of course, Shims!” Giggling, Ortho said, “Perhaps we can find more fun things to help with your recovery plan. And perhaps I can incorporate this method to ensure the recovery of the other souls! May I join?”

“Sure,” Idia said as he and Shims moved over so he could have a seat. “Should we start from the opening again?”

“Yes!”/[:Yes!:]

—--------

Every day afterwards Idia made time to enter Limbo with Ortho with a new series in hand, finding that Shims enjoyed listening to him ramble for hours on end about his favorite shows and games and manga. With each storyline he told and the characters that brought the story to life, he could see the enchantment on their transparent face grow and the color blossoming brighter. There were times he was forced to ease back when the core reacted to the blot, which had slowed its spread yet still remained present. Ortho kept reassuring him that they were making good progress and that the stardust drops were helping, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious each time he saw the pain on their face.

Finally–after what seemed like an eternity–Ortho deemed them ready for the journey. Only…

“It’s okay, Shims. We need to make our way to the Stardust River if we are to begin your recovery program.”

[:No! Don’t want to leave!:]

“But don’t you want to feel better?”

[:Noooo…the monsters are out there! Please don’t leave me!:]

Ortho sighed as he moved back, hovering near the crevice that Shims had hidden themselves in. “What am I going to do with you?” he wondered aloud. “This has never happened before. What protocol should I follow…?”

Idia watched as Ortho pondered over what to do, frowning in concern. Sure, Shims had gotten better at speaking and had come out of their shell more, but now it seemed like they had reverted to their terrified self again. By now the blot had spread farther than it had in the beginning, consuming more than half of their core and ooze starting to seep out. What were they going to do? Even if their soul was part deity, it could only preserve their core for so long before it was consumed…

“Big brother, what are we going to do?” Ortho asked, snapping him out of his thoughts as he noticed how bothered his younger brother was at this situation. “We can’t leave them here for much longer, and we’re running out of time.”

“I…don’t know,” he uttered, looking back at his phone at the messages he’d gotten. “Lilia mentioned that some kids could be stubborn, but he never said what to do in this case. I don’t have a cheat code for this and they don’t want to watch or play anything…”

“...you were able to connect with them, big brother.”

“Eh?”

“You were the one who managed to help heal Shims’ soul core so we could even make it to this point.” Gesturing to the hiding soul, Ortho said, “They might listen to you if you speak to them.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling a surge of anxiety in his chest. It was one thing to chat with them about different characters and storylines, but to try and talk to them about normie stuff?! That was hard enough the first time around! How was he supposed to do this?! He didn’t have time to prepare a strategy or-

[:...big brother…:]

He froze, staring at the soul as they stared up at him. “What…did you call me?” he mumbled.

[:Big brother…:] Shims repeated, looking ready to cry despite not having the capability to do so. [:I don’t want to go…I don’t…want to be alone again…:]

“...you…won’t be alone, Shims.” Crouching down so he was sitting back on his heels, Idia watched them for a moment before he said, “I know you’re scared, but…there’s a whole world of fun things and friends to find back in the mortal realm. Don’t you want to go and see it all again? Discover something new?”

[:But…the monsters…:] Shims’ colors began to dim again, curling into an even tighter ball than he’d seen before. [:The monsters are still out there…what if they find me again?:]

He didn’t know how to respond. ‘I always thought mortals had a permanent easy mode compared to the nightmare levels,’ he thought to himself. Looking up at the souls floating around them, something finally clicked in his mind. “...they might be there, Shims. But…if you keep hiding away, worrying about what kind of crazy scary mobs are out there…you’ll miss out on the chance to build the life you want to live.”

[:Huh…?:]

“I understand now…it doesn’t matter whether you think someone is playing on safe or easy mode–your idea of an easy playthrough may be someone else’s nightmare difficulty. And that’s okay.” Thinking back on the games he introduced to them, he said, “The point of every game is that–no matter how many times you get knocked down–you get up and try again no matter how many times it takes to reach the final boss. The journey would be long and difficult, but you’ll always find companions to help you through each level until you can beat the game and move on to the next campaign. Life may be tough, but–” glancing up at Ortho–who gave him a smile–he said, “with the right NPCs by your side, even the scariest monsters can be defeated.”

Was it his imagination, or had some of the other fragile souls drifted closer…?

[:...I…I’m scared,:] Shims said softly. [:What if…what if I can’t get back up?:]

“Then…Ortho will be there to pick you up.” Holding his hand out to them, he said, “And then when we meet again, we can play games and trade stories–just like we have been doing.” With a genuine smile, he said, “No matter how much of a normie you become, I want to hear how your campaign goes…okay?”

Shims looked from his hand to his face, slowly reaching out to rest their hand into his palm and allowing him to pull them out of their hiding place. Then, in a quiet voice, they asked, [:Will you…come with me, big brother?:]

A warm feeling spread in his chest, and he nodded as he said, “Sure…if you’re okay with having two brothers now.”

The smile on their face grew so wide he couldn’t help but grin back, Ortho happily moving over to hold their free hand in his. “Let’s go,” Ortho said. “The Stardust River awaits!”

////

[...and after the blot was cleansed from their core, we were able to restore their light to the point they could safely be reborn. Due to the nature of their heritage though, not all of their memories were cleared to allow a clean slate.]

Oh no! Were…were they okay?

[Of course, Fauna Taleweaver! In fact, they were able to live very well in several life cycles before choosing to stay with us as a new minor deity. By my calculations, they should find their calling within the next few centuries–I can’t wait!]

“Fynaaah…Faun, are you tryin’ to make me cry with all these stories?!”

Awww, you really are just a softie on the inside, huh, Grim~?

“I’m not soft! S-Stop laughing at your future god!!”

Heehee…anyway, thanks for sharing that story with us, Ortho. Oh, and thank Idia for us too!

[Absolutely! If any of your followers have any further questions about souls or the Underworld, I am happy to oblige!]

[mizutori-heiko]

Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous! 

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?) 

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors. 

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

[bithegai]

since people seemed interested, here’s that essay about false, cub, and ren’s vibes in mcc, as inspired by the brilliant @riacte

So what makes this trio special is that they’re the epitome of the “Happy to be Here” players. Since they joined, they’ve always been cheery, open-minded participants, and that hasn’t changed a bit.

Btw from here on I’m going to be referring to this trio as “the Hermits”. I know there’s still Grian, Pearl, and potentially now Gem as MCC regulars, but there’s something different about the S1 trio. As long-standing members of Hermitcraft, their behavior and attitudes are very distinctive from other MCYTs, in a way that uniquely embodies their server.

False, Ren, and Cub have participated in MCC for quite some time and witnessed first-hand the tournament’s evolution. Like most other newbies, they came in wide-eyed with no expectations, eager to get involved with the up-and-coming thing. And again, like everyone else: they fell in love. MCC continues to be such a unique, perfectly organized event, unlike ANYTHING done before in the Minecraft community. From the stunning maps to the thrilling game modes, everything about MCC is just so beautifully put together. And as people who’ve been playing for around a decade, OF COURSE the Hermits recognize this. Before the event even starts, False immediately takes to the practice areas in the lobby. And for the entirety of MCC4, Ren’s just repeatedly going “Oh this is so cool!” “Look at how gorgeous this map is!” and just gushing Noxcrew’s praises. Right from the start, they recognize how amazing the tournament and agree to be as involved as possible. In MCC5, this trio- and Iskall- make a pact to return next event, marking the start of their journey as MCC regulars.

But as sweet as their beginnings are, they’re not necessarily unique. Like I said before, everyone’s been entranced by MCC. It’s how the tournament grew so popular so quickly. Yet as much as we’ve seen the games and the players and the scoring get changed, the optimism of the Hermits has never faltered.

Unlike other casual MCC participants, the Hermits continue to be as excitable and open-minded, as when they first joined. They still enter each event hopeful and eager to play, ready to have a good time. And it’s this enduring positive attitude that is so meaningful, especially with the changes in Season 2. Overall I think it’s clear by now that MCC S2 is notably different from Season 1. With more experience and more eyes watching, everyone’s gotten more competitive this time around. The MCC subreddit is now constantly spewing tier lists and analyzing the participants’ every move, putting immense pressure on them. By now, I think I’ve heard EVERY MCC regular talk about the subreddit. Regardless of whether or not they actually care, they’re still aware of its presence. Meaning that they still see- or at the very least know of- all the comments and analyses of their performances. And for some, namely the original “for fun” players, it starts wearing on them. Of course everyone starts out by just wanting to have a good time. But as the months go by, and you see more and more people saying “you’ll never be that good”: wouldn’t you get a little competitive? In S2, we’ve already seen how the predictions are affecting the teams’ attitudes going into the event. For example right now, I’d argue the running joke for most participants is just “Let’s prove the Reddit wrong!”. The outside pressure compels them to be more competitive and (for lack of a better term) try hard. Even if they don’t believe in these analyses, it’s clear that it still affects their behavior.

But... we haven’t seen this happen to the Hermits. I’m not saying that they haven’t changed or are entirely innocent. (I mean we’ve SEEN False go on the subreddit multiple times). It just hasn’t changed their attitude. Even with the intensive scrutiny and constant dismissal of their skills, they still remain as upbeat and relaxed as they were before. Not because of naivety or unawareness, but because of something special to the Hermits.

Another thing I’ve been thinking about, is the nickname of Hermitcraft players (the SMP members, not just MCC participants) as “hermits”. While logically, it’s just an extension of the server name, it’s still interesting to consider whether they fit under the label of “hermit”. ‘Cause with all the group interactions and activities in Season 8, it seems to be inaccurate. Yet when you look at them from the grand landscape of MCYT as a whole, it makes sense. Compared to other creators, the Hermitcraft members are a LOT more limited as to who they interact with. Not that they’re picky or judgemental of others, it’s just that they like to keep tight, intimate circles. And we see that even in the growing number of collabs with non-servermates. Last Life SMP. Among Us. Vault Hunters. There’s a very specific group of people that the Hermitcraft members are comfortable interacting with, and it’s clear they like keeping this community small.

So how does this factor into MCC? Well there’s two parts to it. The first is that: it likely explains how Cub, Ren, and False can keep their distance from the analyses and scrutiny. Since the Hermits are so separated from most of the MCC community- outside of the event- they aren’t as affected or involved in the discourse. Again, not that they aren’t aware of the comments or controversies. But that it barely reaches their realm. As Hermitcraft members- and likely because they’re smaller creators- they’re very invested in their own community. False, Cub, and Ren are all extremely dedicated content creators, focused on providing the best for their audiences. So naturally, most of their attention is on Hermitcraft videos and other series, the main content for a majority of their fans. Combined with how they don’t really interact with others outside of Hermitcraft-adjacent spaces, the Hermits aren’t really involved in what goes on with MCYT, specifically for those that are MCC regulars. There’s this layer of separation that keeps them from being bombarded with negativity. Their distance from the tournament prevents the Hermits from being consumed by its surrounding atmosphere and attitude.

The second part of the Hermits’ seclusion in MCC is then: it allows them to maintain and spread their genuine good nature. Although I’ve been talking about how the Hermits haven’t interacted with other participants, that’s only somewhat true. After competing regularly for over a year, of course they’ve gotten to meet other creators. But they still generally stick with the same people. A lot of people joke about participants being “adopted by the Hermits”, but it’s true! On average, everyone that’s teamed with the Hermits has been with them at least twice. 'Cause even though they keep to themselves, once the Hermits adopt someone, they’re adopted. By now, Pete, Fruity B, and HMama are all basically, unofficial Hermits, and it’s abundantly clear how much the Hermits ADORE them. Regardless of whether they’re teamed, mentions of Fruit are pretty much guaranteed during every game of To Get To The Other Side. And there’s always a shout out to Pete or H, whenever they do well in a game. Interactions in MCC have also led to other collabs. For example, after meeting in the event, Hbomb and Pete were both later invited to Vault Hunters. Whenever the Hermits connect with new players, outside of their circle, they build sincere, lasting friendships. And the best evidence? The reciprocity of this admiration. Because the respect and adoration the Hermits have for these creators is 100% mutual. Both Pete and Hbomb have openly and repeatedly said how much they love the Hermits, and Fruit’s pretty much accepted he’s a Hermit at this point. The sincerity and longevity of these friendships the Hermits build is so special and something so unique to the Hermits, especially given the way MCC is.

Because one of the biggest parts of MCC is it’s brevity. At the end of the day, MCC really is just a one-day event. Some people try to stretch out the hype by doing practice streams, but even then it’s usually only for, maybe a week? Given that most teams are made up of FOUR different players that don’t usually interact as a group, we really don’t see them together for long. No matter how long they spend practicing, teams disappear after the three hours of the event. It’s why so many people still obsess over former MCC teams (you never really see them again). Yet somehow in this limited time, the Hermits STILL make friends. Without spending much time on the practice server, they’re able to form close bonds with the other participants. And this isn’t just friendliness for the event, but a lasting connection. ‘Cause it’s one thing to get along for a few hours. It’s another to build a genuine support system that keeps you coming back. You can tell from the way the Hermits and their “adopted” teammates interact that they genuinely admire each other. There’s a shared respect and appreciation for one another. And these are people who don’t even interact much! Because a lot of cherished MCC duos and teams are people who’ve collabed previously. Fruitninja. MCC4 Purple Pandas. MCC11 Fuschia Frankensteins. These are all groups with an established history. Yet the Hermits never see their MCC friends outside the event! To build such great friendships in such a short timespan is just... so sweet.

But isn’t that just the way the Hermits are? ‘Cause at the end of the day, what else are they here for, other than having a good time? The Hermits came to have some laughs and make some friends, and that’s exactly what they did. When the Hermits joined MCC, they saw it as something fun. A way to try new things and make more friends. They had a great time going through all the minigames and exploring the various maps. And THAT’S what’s motivated them to return. Not to get the coin. Or to make it on stage. But because they wanted to continue playing the games and having a blast with everyone. They want to be a part of something so beautifully and so whole-heartedly fun. While yes, they’ve gotten slightly more competitive with time. It’s only because, in the words of Ren from MCC4: “We gotta make it to Dodgebolt! It looks so fun!” The Hermits are the epitome of “for fun” players and they’ve never lost sight of what made them fall in love with MCC.

And you can see their love for the tournament is embedded in every little thing they do. That their adoration for MCC and all its players bleed into their words and actions. It’s in the way Ren gave a whole speech about the brilliance of NoxCrew right after their MCC9 win. It’s in the way False’s immediate response to being praised as the FIRST back-to-back winner is: “Couldn’t have done it without you guys!”. It’s how Cub always supports other MCC creators by lurking in their streams or raiding. The Hermits have consistently stayed true to this goal of having fun and making friends. Even months later. We saw so much of the Hermits’ wholesome-ness in MCC17. With Ren and False IMMEDIATELY teasing each other, slightly upset over not being able to enjoy the event together for the first time. With Cub always recognizing how much the Orange Ocelots were popping off, and typing “False Supremacy!” in game during Dodgebolt. With False noticing the Hermit teams in top 3, and putting “hermit supremacy” in chat.

The Hermits were never here for the crown, but each other. Their victories don’t lie in the coins or the Hall of Fame, but in the friendships they formed with other creators. They’re a testament to who they are and what they came to do. Even though they may not be the most statistically consistent in scores, the Hermits are always reliable sources of positivity and good fun. And that’s what made them one of the most wholesome groups in MCC.

[kangtaebins]

hi, I’m just curious—why do you like taebin? I also like them but would like to hear your thoughts! ( ✌︎'ω')✌︎

Oh man, anon you opened Pandora’s Box 💀

Well ok so here’s a long-winded description:

Back in 2020, when my friend started to get me into TXT, the first person I took notice of in performances and videos was Taehyun (and Yeonjun but I digress). I took notice of his vocal ability and his stage presence. He stood out among the rest to me when it came to the way he danced, the facial expressions he made, and his overall energy about performing.

But as I learned their names and attached the faces to the names, I found myself most attracted to Soobin. Truly the way I remembered their names was from scrolling through their twitter photos- and we all know that Soobin has a lot (lmao).

I started to watch more content and listen to more of their b-sides and found that I related to Soobin as a person a lot. I found it interesting that he’s the only member in the group that’s labeled introverted via his MBTI. Seeing how calm he is, seeing how he’s very go with the flow, how he is as a leader, everything was so interesting to me.

He’s different than most leaders. He doesn’t lead from a place of strictness and structure as the forefront (not that there isn’t structure, it’s just not his main priority all of the time as some others). He really knows all of his members so well. He knows the things they like and don’t like, he knows their little quirks and how they respond to certain behaviors. He leads from a place of care. He wants to make sure than everyone is aware that they’re doing well (with the addition of some friendly banter), and that they know that they’re free to provide as much input as they want. Seeing how he criticized himself for the way he leads made me feel sad. I don’t know if he thought that because he isn’t super authoritative that he doesn’t make a good leader,, but if that’s the case then he stands corrected. The members have openly expressed how great he is with them and how much he means to them. They wouldn’t have it any other way, and I found it really admirable.

Soobin and I are both rather quiet individuals, until we’re around our best friends. When he’s around the members, he can get quite hyper and rowdy sometimes. But generally, he observes and joins in on the fun but still maintains his stable energy. He radiates a warmth and comfortability that I noticed most in his VLIVES. He’s just such a genuine person, you can tell that his kindness is real. His compassion for others and his openness about society and willingness to learn new things is such a wonderful quality. (Not to mention, great music taste).

I find his clumsiness cute, like a giant toddler unaware of their surroundings at times. I mean honestly who wouldn’t find him cute, the man is objectively attractive. His lil round nose, his soft bone structure, being as tall as a damn tree, need I go on? He’s handsome AND respectful AND talented? An all rounder for sure. Let him rap in the next cb !!

Hes so cute in general like his dimples and his smile and laugh and uGh. Hes such a sweet soul I can’t express that enough.

The way he likes to bake 🥺 and take care of plants.

Not to mention- hes a Sagittarius sun with a Pisces moon, and I’m a Pisces sun with a Sagittarius moon…

Which all of the above along with many others are the reasons that I love Soobin so much.

Now as for Taehyun- maaaaaan. I’m so attracted to that man fr it’s like,, not even funny anymore bsbdjdjfk

In so many ways too like- his eyes? Stunning. His dimples, his smile, the way his eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, the way he scrunches his nose, the way he carries himself, it’s all so easy on the eyes I can’t lie,, like y’all know exactly what I’m saying too you can’t deny how attractive his energy is.

His voice is so unique in the way that it changes depending on what he’s singing, while at the same time being completely distinctive amongst the rest. I could pick his voice out among a lineup of 50 other vocalists so easily. He’s able to work with all genres and styles.

His cover of “idontwannabeyouanymore” shows his falsetto in a beautiful relaxed way. His cover of “Over And Over Again” shows how beautifully he can sing a ballad with the passion and emotion it requires. “0X1 = LOVESONG” shared his voice to us in a way we hadn’t heard it before, rough and gritty- yet still structured. He can belt, he has a beautiful falsetto, his lower register is so calming (e.g. PS5). When he sings, he sings every word with intent. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.

Now back to what I was saying earlier about stage presence and dance ability. Taehyun is my personal favorite dancer in TXT,, and let me tell you why.

All of them are great dancers no doubt, but Taehyun? He puts a little extra something in each dance he does. The way he moves is fluid, but he always hits every beat. He treats every move with the same importance as the previous one. He keeps the same energy and passion throughout the entire song (even while singing on top of it). I admire the way he dances,, my eyes always always drift to him in their dance practices and I don’t think people express appreciation for his dance abilities enough. Its always vocals, which yes of course- but don’t sleep on his dancing guys.

As for him as a person,, I adore him. He’s so fucking funny. He’s got a quick wit that is just so effortless. Not everyone can do that. He’s a bit sarcastic, can easily laugh at himself, etc. On top of that, the man is so intelligent. Like we talk about how smart he is a lot but like truly he’s so smart it’s wild. The way his mind works is so interesting to me. He’s so quick, he’s a master at problem solving and finding solutions when theres obstacles in front of him. You see it a lot in games that require mental strength, he always gets done fast and does it correctly. When the others are struggling to find an answer he steps in and has it within seconds. I’m like damn bitch save some brain for the rest of us.

I feel like he’d stay up late and talk about society and conspiracies if you initiated it. Bc truly he’s so self aware and aware of his surroundings.

He’s also quiet, but not in an introverted way- it’s in an observant way. It’s also in a “If I don’t have anything of value to say I don’t think it’s necessary to talk yet,” kind of way. But that being said, he also gets hyper around the others. I adore his little screeches and noises that he makes when he’s excited :( Don’t get me started on how adorable his laugh is either- and dabbing when he sneezes.

This is getting so long jfc..

Im convinced he and I have the same music taste too bc that man is such a girl group stan (Soobin too!). Seeing him dance to Twice, Brave Girls, LE SSERAFIM, etc. I’m like aaaaa! His love for Chungha- me too. Him being a SHINee ult?? ME TOO. Im like wow I feel seen.

Last but not least, the way he interacts with us. The way they all interact with us but specifically Taehyun rn. He says we’re his best friends,, seeing him cry over MOAs comments on the Blue Hour Comeback Show with Yeonjun really tore me up to be honest. He was really touched by the comment about youth. The Troye Sivan quote, that he then sang in an interview and connects us to. He is our youth, and we are his. We mean as much to them as they mean to us and he’s very vocal about it.

Taebin as a friendship? Lovely. They’ve both talked about how Soobin goes to Taehyun when he has concerns. Taehyun is a good listener and an objective source most of the time I feel like. But the fact that Soobin goes to him really says a lot considering they’ve said he doesn’t really go to anyone. They’re really close. Ill spare you another long paragraph but at the end of the day, they’re brothers.

I hope this answers your question! Though considering the length I don’t see how it couldn’t 💀

[notstilinski]

Shit I Heard At College Starters!

Taken from things that I have heard around campus within the last semester. Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“I know. I’ve seen the tweets.”

“I’m already a pain in the ass. I didn’t want to be a bigger pain in the ass.”

“I just saw the spinning wheels of an invisible entity.”

“This taffy don’t feel laughy.”

“R.L Stone is probably in purgatory, oh god!”

“I didn’t have any trauma, so I have to make my own.”

“I met a stripper, her name's Coco, we bonded.”

“The one thing that got me sober: Child death.”

“Can you bring a raccoon back? I want a pet.”

“If you see a guy who’s way too happy to be sober. Don’t worry, he’s definitely sober. He’s a good kid.”

“I’m here to wreck your home. Your kitchen? Gone. Family room? Gone.”

“See, I respect crazy but only if it’s done correctly.”

“Biologically? They’re twenty-five, but spiritually they are eight thousand.”

“Oh my god, I am a switch. You don’t have to keep bringing it up.”

“How fucking dare you imply it’s the gay one? I would never disrespect it with heteronormative sex.”

“Cover your ears. I don’t want you to hear the gay.”

“We don’t know that those slushies didn’t have vodka in it!”

“Maybe you should put on your toe-toe socks while you’re wearing your little fancy shoes.”

“ *random seal noises while clapping* “

“Oh, you’re really drawing. Okay, Papa Ross.”

“I got roasted last time, so I’m just listening to other people now.”

“Diagnosis me, Babey!”

“Can’t be anxious if you befriend everyone in the classroom.”

“She confessed her overwhelming love for me and then stabbed me with a violin bow. She stabbed me because I rejected her.”

“Have a good walk home! Hopefully, nobody follows you.”

“What makes me unique is that I crack my body every time that I move.”

“I evaluate your taste in music and then base your letter grade on it.”

“I’m sure it will be a good memory, but it’s still too fresh right now.”

“He’s smart but not, like, school smart.”

“We need to get you off the cocaine, mister. This is not good, these drugs, I tell ya.”

“I need to make sure to take a shit before classes.”

“Hi, king! Stay toxic!”

“Oh, these titties? Why yes they’re all-natural.”

“Is this reminiscent of the fact that you haven’t felt love in ten years?”

“I don’t need to eat water anyway.”

“I like how we’re just sitting here, calmly doing our homework while brutal murder plays on our television.”

“That can only exist on an album cover for Mumford and Sons and nothing else.”

“We did not have sex with (Name), this comes more from word of mouth.”

“He says it’s because I cripple my family.”

“Wholesome, but make it sexy.”

“He protecc, but he doesn’t attac. He has anxiety.”

“I don’t study dicks!”

“I got called an alcoholic baby.”

“The Lord giveth, and he gives us alcohol in celebration.”

“Just bash his head in, babe.”

“Homie, we’re all gay. Do you see all the flannels and cardigans?”

“It was hotter than a witch’s tit in there.”

“Mistake number one of true crime. Be a happy and normal family.”

“If you ever get down on yourself for not being accepted by anything, know that you’re accepted by this.”

“I’ll force you to socialize for seven hours with no breaks. You’d be dead on the spot.”

“I’m stressed, but we’re vibing, I guess.”

“Remember, if you don’t set up any goals, you can’t not reach them.”

“Naked and afraid in a Target bathroom.”

“I can’t believe you keep pulling your cock out while playing Clue.”

“Don’t you remember when you first came in and went, “you’re no longer gay?”

“You just need to give yourself the grace of being shitty.”

“Everyone’s sick right now, so they’re calling it the Frat Flu.”

“Because that’s what we want, our son staring at his mother’s titties.”

“A girl at work showed me a picture of her boyfriend and, without thinking, I went ‘aw! Charity work!”

“Don’t you start with me, Christian Samantha.”

“Pussygetter3000. My first Gmail account.”

“Everybody loves grandma.”

“Yeah, I was a terrible child.”

“Did you just say crying sesh?”

“How are we doing over here, guys? A little dead on the inside?”

“Virgin Mary, but make it STD.”

“The biggest fuck you — Our religious trauma inviting us to a chapel.”

“I once had a dream that I fucked my grandma.”

“If it’s not at least a little bit criminally illegal, we don’t want it.”

“Do you think that if I hugged my computer hard enough, it’ll transfer the information to it?”

“I wanna draw her like one of my French girls.”

“Grandpa died in me.”

“My brother is being shady. He’s being nice to me.”

“A stranger asked: Male or female? I said MF. Motherfucker.”

“I look eye so hard.”

“Not everyone has the same feeling in the butt.”

“I can’t have my happiness rely on anyone, much less a 21-year-old white man.”

“That seems awfully suspicious that a grown man is showing you his cockpit.”

“Sometimes… My mind is a prison.”

“This can also go the other way. I can also psychologically damage.”

“It’s just going to get harder. I don’t know why I’m assuming that this is the worst.”

“If you’re sad and you know it, clap your hands.” *clap, clap*

“Mother of Propaganda.”

“Goodnight. I hope you have night terrors.”

“I never met someone who could make a stomach ache a personality trait.”

“(Name) is my permanent bed buddy.”

“Straight out of Mr. Starbucks himself, she’ll drink his pee.”

“Bitch, it’s not a hoe phase. You’re just sad, and a slut.”

“Wow, I didn’t know Pixar did Texas Chainsaw Massacre.”

"I am not feared enough in my lifetime, so I shall be feared in my afterlife."

“Existence is pain.”

“They absolutely destroyed me. I am no longer in one piece down there.”

“You were also once a crying, screaming mucus.”

“Police? They’re here for you.”

“Wow, you’re just an evil slut.”

“POV: I’m breaking into your apartment.”

“Yeah. Eighteen minutes of unconsciousness.”

“I know. I’m not dead. Just on the inside.”

“Zero dollars is acceptable, but more than zero dollars is greatly appreciated.”

“He is, uh, an incest baby."

“I’m helping our child commit his first kill!”

“I like beating (Name).”

“I’m sorry. I’m still dying.”

“Hi. I’m Mommy, nice to meet you.”

“Huh. That’s interesting — That doesn’t look very wholesome.”

“Just because I’m dreary doesn’t mean the weather needs to be dreary.”

“He cries every night because he can’t be Mistletoe Daddy.”

“You’re gonna shoot him with a gun?!”

“She said that she would shoot him, put the gun in the hole and push it until it's in there.”

“Similar to Pitbull, “Already been there, done that.”

“No idea. Because I have no perception of time.”

“It’s fun to mess with (Name) because you mess with them, and they just sort of buffer.”

“You’re nerds (derogatory).”

“Once, we were playing Uno, and it was not looking good for him, so he goes, “This has to be a race thing.”

“No. I cannot be responsible for another living thing.”

“The Vietnam war could have been an email.”

“I like the idea of maybe falling to my death.”

“Is it when I sell my toe pics, and they don’t tax me?”

“A bridge. Throw yourself.”

“Grandmommy? Grandmommy.”

“If she doesn’t bust her hip during sex, she’s too young for me.”

“Didn’t get a birthday card in the mail this morning. I’m a little hurt. But it’s okay.”

“What do you think Mickey Mouse sounds like when he’s getting pegged?”

“I laughed so hard that I grew abs.”

“Another day, another painkiller.”

“I’m desensitized to people being mad at me, so I’m like fuck it!”

“I’m more than just… A nine-year-old's body.”

“Coochie out on a Tuesday afternoon.”

“I spill water, I spill alcoholic beverages, and I’m going to spill myself.”

“Hated a strong word. I highly dislike her person.”

“At least I’m better than Ted Bundy.”

“We will allow incest on this occasion.”

“It was extremely mildly uncomfortable.”

“You just want to get laid out by a female so bad.”

“I want to kick him into the sewer, starve him of water and watch him cripple away.”

“Someone asked if they were Christmas tears.”

“Okay. I’m just going to go drink water and pray for attention.”

[kravkalackin]

“Could I perhaps ask you something? I don’t want to be rude, I’ve just been beyond curious all night,” Kravitz said, and he genuinely could not remember the last time he enjoyed himself so much. It was a little frustrating if he was being honest. 

He just wasn’t a fan of their typical galas and balls. Everyone trying to vie for his attention, having to put on a show all night, knowing that he couldn’t trust anything someone said as a genuine compliment or desire to get to know him. It was all a careful dance for power. 

His mother had suggested the masquerade idea, just to give him a night where he could have some fun and not have to worry about all those things. He really hadn’t thought it would work, that people would just be able to sense it was him or something. There was certainly a lot of talk about where the prince was all night, but Kravitz really wasn’t paying much mind to it. 

Sure, the accent was a little silly, but most people seemed to have no idea it was him under all the feathers and gems. His current companion seemed none the wiser, at least.

“Shoot, can’t promise I’ll answer though,” he said, and Kravitz could just make out a wink through the eyehole of the rather peculiar mask he wore. 

“Fair enough,” he said, smiling despite himself. “I was just wondering what exactly is your mask?” he asked, and the other man laughed. It was a louder laugh than was typically considered polite at these things, and Kravitz noticed several people look their way. He found he didn’t much care though. “I just, I can’t tell if it’s a weasel or a rat or, well whatever it is it’s certainly cute,” he added quickly. 

“Mongoose my man,” his companion said confidently. Kravitz raised an eyebrow at that, but it probably remained unseen under his own mask. 

“Certainly a unique choice. Why did you go with a mongoose?” he asked, because it was simply interesting. This man was so interesting, Kravitz couldn’t remember the last time he just talked to someone for so long, and he wasn’t anywhere near bored. 

“They have specialized acetylcholine receptors that make them impervious to venom,” he answered breezily, which wasn’t the answer Kravitz expected. “Very surprisingly dangerous, they’re known for killing snakes,” he continued. 

“What about birds?” Kravitz asked, the other man pausing for a moment as he gave him a look over, clearly taking in the black feathered mask of his before chuckling. 

“I don’t think you gotta worry your pretty little head there babe,” he said, and Kravitz was thankful for the mask in an all new way now. No one could see his embarrassment. Before he could think of some way to respond his companion was changing the subject. “So, you ever been to one of these shindigs before?” he asked. Kravitz chuckled a bit as he nodded. 

“A few, yes. And you?” he asked, and it felt a little like cheating, but he’d been trying to place the man all night. Certainly if they’d met before he would have remembered someone like him, but there were so many people at these things, and Kravitz was a bit of a recluse. 

“No, first time actually. Was kind of hoping to meet the prince,” he said, and Kravitz was trying to remember if there was anyone of note they had invited this time. He had not been paying attention to the guest list though, he never did. 

“Oh, I doubt anyone’ll see him. From what I hear he’s not much of a fan of the big parties,” he said, hoping it came off as casual. His new friend didn’t seem suspicious, shrugging without much care.

“I guess I can get that. I mean to be fair, when I came to this thing I expected to do a lot more dancing than walking around a garden,” he said, and they had been out in the garden for a while. Most of the night, if he was being honest. “Can’t say I’m complaining though,” he added. His voice sounded genuine, and taking a deep breath Kravitz steeled his nerves. 

“Would you care for a dance?” he managed to get up the courage to ask, holding out a hand. The other man seemed surprised, glancing down at his hand for a moment before nodding and taking it. The music was quieter out here, but they could still hear it just fine. 

“Sure, wouldn’t mind knocking another thing off the ol’ bucket list,” he said, moving in closer. Kravitz fell into leading with ease, and it was honestly a little funny as his companion tried to follow. He was clumsier than expected, but it didn’t take too long for them to get into a rhythm. Slower than Kravitz was used to to compensate, but yeah he certainly couldn’t complain. 

They kept talking as they danced, and Kravitz had no idea how long they kept like that for. He did know that he was gripped with the desire to pull up this endlessly intriguing man’s strange adorable mask just enough to be able to kiss him more times than he would care to admit. 

The clock charmed for midnight, and he was very disappointed when the man in his arms pulled away. 

“Shit, is it that late already? I should... probably be heading out,” he said, and Kravitz wasn’t able to hide his disappointment at that. 

“These tend to go well into two or three in the morning. Perhaps you could stay another hour?” he offered. The man looked conflicted before eventually shaking his head. 

“Nah, I’d love to, but I’ve got a shift in the morning. It’s already gonna be hell waking up after all this,” he said, and Kravitz cocked his head to the side curiously at that. 

“A shift?” he asked, and ask soon as the question left him the other man froze. He could see his eyes go wide inside the mask, an obviously caught red handed look on his face. 

“Y-yeah, that’ll just be our little secret, alright babe?” he asked, trying to sound confident but not quite managing to capture the same ease as before. Kravitz probably would have brushed it off, but from that reaction, combined with so many other little idiosyncrasies from the night that did nothing but charm him, one thing was obvious. 

Whoever this was, he wasn’t supposed to be here. 

“I really should head out,” he continued, and Kravitz wanted to keep protesting. The words got stuck in his throat when suddenly this man closed the distance between them again. He couldn’t see when his mask was pushed up just enough to expose his lips, but he didn’t hesitate to respond when the stranger gave him an all too short kiss. 

“But thanks, it was, ya know, a regular fucking fairytale of a night,” he said once he pulled away. 

“Wait-” he tried, but his companion was already dashing off between some of the large bushes and topiaries. He went after him, because he had to get his name. There was no way Kravitz would be able to find him again if he lost him now, not if he wasn’t even on any official guest list. 

Whoever he was though, he was fast. 

And apparently sneaky. None of the guards reported seeing a man in a mongoose mask leaving through the front exits.  

It didn’t make any sense. It was strange and inscrutable and utterly fascinating. 

And Kravitz was utterly in love.