#This book made me laugh so fricken hard it hurt

[susivoi]

As the artist of these drawings (having a seperate tumblr for art is a pain in my butt lol) and as someone who likes to talk on social media I should probably share my opinion on the book. I'm not going to go into supreme detail about things. I mainly want to go into detail with the Cocoa Puffs cuz this post is a Cocoa Puff post lol. If I feel the need to, I may go into more detail about the rest of the book in the future.

Spoilers under the read more.

As a middle schooler, I adored this book. It was everything I wanted. As an adult with a job, I liked it and admit that there are some flaws.

I didn't expect the Cocoa Puffs to grab my heart as quickly as they did. When they first appeared my only thought was "Okay? So they're Nico's inner demons... I guess they exist now?" But as the book finished up I grew to love em. The only gripe that I have with the scene where they appear is Nyx referring to them as "[Nico's] children". It rubbed me the wrong way. Now it would've been cooler or ever better if she had said, "These are your internal demons." Or even more simply put, "These are your demons." Or EVEN "These are your pets." Even though calling them pets is also weird, it's not as weird as calling them kids. I'm not going to get into the idea that that insinuates a weird relationship between Nyx and Nico because I don't even want to get into that.

Now in the future if Nico says "These are my children" in a joking manner, then I accept that. Most people call their dogs or cats 'children'. I know I do. But hearing an old crazy void lady say it is just plain strange.

I do hope that Will accepts the role of Step-Dad for these blobs of chaos. They need another father figure lol.

Overall, my basic opinion of the book.

It was good. The writting could be better. The pacing could be better. But for a middle grade book, it was pretty good. Nico using actual LGBTQ+ terms made me melt. I literally squealed when he referred to himself as Gay. Will is also Bi which is a major win in my book. Also glad to get some Non-binary attention. As half of the intended audience (LGBTQ+ peeps), I adore how LGBTQ+ it is. Really my only major gripe was Nyx in the Cacodemon scene. The rest of it ranged from Okay to Amazing.

Shame my beloved

I finished this book in a day. Help.

[turquoise-stones]

Watch Me.

Bakugou x MidoriyaSister!reader

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Request: Could you by any chance do one where the reader is midoriya's sister (who is not quirkless) and bakugo asks her out but she says no because she hasn't forgiven him for all the misery he put her brother through growing upI don't know if I explained that well sorry . But I feel like the more angsty the better

A/N: Your quirk is telekinesis, like a stronger version of Midoriya's mom's. And I made you and Izuku twins so that you'd be in the same year. There’s swearing, as per bakugou cause that’s how that boi rolls

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Your very first memory was not a happy one.

You were sitting in a hospital room, watching through your own tears as your brother cried. The doctor had dispassionately announced that Izuku was quirkless. Something about percentages and bones in your toe, you were too young to understand what it meant back then, after all, your own quirk hadn't emerged either, but you knew that something terribly unlucky had befallen your brother. That night, he had clung onto you and cried until he fell asleep.

Your second memory was not much better.

You were staring at the juicebox in your hand, which had miraculously flown towards you when Izuku asked you for it. You had turned to him in wonder and shock, seeing the same gleeful face beaming back at you. Your mother had congratulated you on your quirk and the whole family was brimming with pride and happiness, but that night, Izuku sobbed again. He had hoped, selfishly, that you were quirkless too, just so he wouldn't be alone in this quirk dominated world. But after the initial joy had subsided, he was reminded that he was in that 20%, and you were very resolutely in the 80%.

Your third memory came a few months later.

. . .

"Play with me, (y/n)-chan."

You looked up from your coloring book of heroes to meet red eyes. Bakugou stood in front of you, hands on his hips and a fake sword held jauntily in his hand.

"I don't wanna." You said, scooting away with him to sit closer to your brother, who looked up from his All Might drawing to eye the two of you nervously. "I'm busy."

"No you're not! Let's play heroes!" He brandished his sword at you. At the word 'heroes', your face lit up, all apprehension disappearing almost entirely. There was nothing in the world you and your brother loved more than heroes: literally gods among men in your young, impressionable eyes.

"Okay! Izu-chan lets go!" You said happily, standing up and tugging at the fabric of your brother's shirt. His eyes widened and he sputtered something out frantically that you didn't quite catch.

"No! Not Deku, just you!" Bakugou said grumpily, small hand reaching out to grab your wrist. You looked at him in confusion, still not letting go of your brother's shirt.

"What? No we're all gonna be heroes!" You argued, confused why you couldn't all play together. Looking at the expression on Izuku's face though, you couldn't help but think you were missing something.

"He doesn't even have a quirk! He can't be a hero!" Bakugou argued back, pulling your wrist hard enough to jerk you away from Izuku.

"I-I-I..." Were the only words your brother could muster out, big tears already starting to form. Having just found out he was quirkless a couple months ago, the wound was still far too fresh. You gasped upon seeing the wetness on his cheeks, and wrenched yourself out of Bakugou's grip to dash to your brothers side.

"Kacchan don't say that!" You said angrily, hugging the sobbing boy tightly against you. You didn't understand. It seemed like so recently the three of you were happily role-playing as your favorite heroes together, but like a switch, Bakugou has decided to push your brother out of his life.

"Come on (y/n)-chan! You actually have a quirk so why are you hanging around that dork all the time!"

"He's not a dork! He's my brother!"

Bakugou let out a loud frustrated huff, stomping his feet. "I don't care!"

"If Izu-chan isn't playing then I'm not playing." You said resolutely, glaring at the angry boy in front of you.

"Why're you being so lame!? Fricken Deku is so damn weak!"

Your brother was starting to cry harder. You didn't understand why Bakugou hated Izuku suddenly, you didn't know why quirks mattered to much to him, you didn't know why Bakugou was so adamant about playing with you. All you knew was that he had made your brother cry, and that as absolutely unacceptable.

"We don't want to be friends with you anymore! Go away!!" You yelled at him.

You could practically feel waves of rage rolling off of him as he threw the toy sword onto the ground with a loud smack.

"Fine!"

Turning around, he stomped off.

. . .

As the three of you grew older, you began to realize the reasoning behind the sudden strained relationship between Izuku and Bakugou. You realized the utter distaste for weakness Bakugou felt, and the embarrassment and frustration he felt when he was rescued from drowning by your brother when you all were little. You understood the yearning your brother felt for a quirk, the shame and sadness he felt when he was around Bakugou. It hurt you beyond measure to see this rift between previous best friends grow wider with every passing year.

It seemed as if Bakugou's cruelty worsened with age. As kids, it was harmless things, like not wanting to play with Izuku. Then it led to name-calling and making fun of him. Despite your best efforts to stand up for your brother, the misery snowballed into verbal and even physical abuse. Far too many times during middle school did you have to wipe away Izuku's tears and bandage his scraped knees. Every other day did you find yourself yelling at Bakugou, only for him to laugh in that infuriating way of his. You were so sick of it.

It didn't help at all either, how he still had the nerve to talk to you as if nothing was wrong. In elementary school it was small, like demanding you play with him or making you sleep next to him during nap time, but much like his tormenting of your brother, it worsened. Despite your numerous attempts to tell him to go away, he was always there to harasses you, and glower and anybody who tried to talk to you, even if it was just your brother.

But finally, things took a turn for the better. It was the last year of middle school, very late at night, when Izuku woke you up to tell you a secret: that he had met All Might, and that the hero was going to bestow an unimaginably strong power onto him, and that he was going to be a hero. It was like you discovering your quirk all over again. You had to keep it a secret from your mother of course, but that night the two of you hardly slept. The pure joy and happiness you felt for him could barely be contained by your shared bedroom.

With your brother's new quirk-to-be came a spurt of motivation for you too. While he spent his summer building muscle on the beach, you honed your own quirk. Much like your mother's, it was not very strong, but you pushed past your quirk fatigue, Izuku pushed past the strain of his muscles, and within a couple of brutally tough months, the two of you found yourselves in front of U.A highschool, hand in hand. It was a childhood dream come true.

. . .

"Oi. (y/n)-chan."

You physically cringed when you heard Bakugou address you like that. It was fine when you were younger, but every random once in a while, even as teenagers, he added the 'chan' at the end. It always embarrassed you to no end. Only two people in the world dared call you that, Izuku and him.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing." He smirked, looking away. He really just wanted to see the angry (it was nothing but cute in his eyes) expression that crossed your face upon hearing the 'chan'. You glared daggers at him, eyes shifting back to your textbook as you angrily tried to focus on the words in front of you. You failed to notice the frown that crossed his face as troubling thoughts resurfaced in his head. Bakugou was not one to feel nervous, but today the anxiety fogged his head. After all, he had a plan for today, a plan involving you.

Going to highschool had definitely lightened the bullying on Izuku's end, but it seemed to heighten the awkward tension on your side. The memories of your past friendship with him never faded, but the torment he put your brother through was still fresh in your mind. While you could not deny the fact that Bakugou had grown rather handsome over the years, you couldn't bring yourself to look past his... well, his shit personality.

When class was over, you excused yourself to the bathroom, telling Izuku to wait for you outside because after-school bathroom lines were not to be taken lightly.

Wiping your hands and pushing the door open, you barely made a couple steps out before a hand darted out and snagged your forearm. Instinctively, you activated your quirk in self defense. But upon seeing it was Bakugou who dared grab your arm, your self defense turned to annoyance and you sent a nearby water bottle hurtling towards him.

"Don't touch me Bakugou." You said angrily as he nimbly dodged your attack. You tried pulling your arm free but his grip was unyielding.

"Bakugou? What happened to Kacchan?" He questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Yo-"

Before you could sputter out a response, his face turned serious. "I need to talk to you, now. Let's go."

Pulling none too gently on your arm, he led you away from the bathrooms and back to your classroom. Despite your protests, your feet slid along behind him no matter how hard you struggled.

"Stop wriggling." He growled. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Your eyes narrowed and you eyed him with distaste as he slid the now empty classroom's door open and pulled you in, closing it behind you.

"Well," you glowered, finally managing to wrench you arm free and pulling your sleeve up, revealing red indentations. "I think you did already."

"If you just follo-"

"Shut up. I don't care." You said angrily, and now that his hands were off you, you took the opportunity to walk right back out the door. Whatever he needed to tell you wasn't nearly as important as the fact that Izuku was still waiting for you outside.

"Just listen!" He yelled, the hint of desperation in his voice causing you to pause. "Fuck, I know you hate me (y/n)-chan. But just fucking listen."

You cringed again at his casual mentioning of your name again. How did he expect you to listen to him when he couldn't even oblige to your simple request of addressing you by you last name like literally everyone else did?

"Don't call me (y/n)-chan! we're not kids anymore!"

"Fucking Deku calls you that doesn't he!?"

"Izuku actually cares about me!"

"You think I don't!?"

"No you fucking don't!!"

Not one minute had passed since the two of you were alone and already you were practically nose to nose, glowering at each other. He was the one to break away, letting out a long exhale and dragging a hand over his face in frustration.

"This is exactly what I mean. This is fucking stupid. I want us to start over."

"What?" You were taken aback, not only because of his words, but because you realized he backed down for once. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again.

"I don't want us to be like this every time we talk. I don't want you to hate me."

Your eyebrows raised, surprise evident on your face. "That's what you wanted to say to me?" You let out a short derisive laugh. "Stop wasting my time."

"I'm serious." He growled.

You let out a huff. "Fine. I do hate you. If you think talking to me like this is going to change that then..." you let out another short laugh. "Then oh boy are you wrong."

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for being such an asshole." He looked almost in pain when he said it, hand reaching up to tug at the hairs at the base of his neck. It didn't seem sincere enough.

"Great. How eloquent of you. Can I go now?" You said coldly.

"No!" He almost shouted, reaching out to grab you again but stopping himself. He knew he would't get anywhere with you if he pissed you off again. "Listen- I've acted so damn shitty to you for so long. I... I miss being around you."

You let out a quiet breath.

"The older we get the harder it is for me to ignore it. So give me a chance to start over."

For a moment, you almost wanted to let him. But that thought was pushed out by guilt--where you really going to betray your brother just because Bakugou decided to act sweet for a moment?

"Hell no. Don't be so full of yourself."

"Fuck. (Y/n) you aren't making this any easier."

Your heart pounded at those words and you practically saw red.

"Excuse me? Are you actually kidding me? Easier? How can you be so... so... entitled?  You think I'm just gonna drop down and forgive you for literal years of bullying just because you said sorry once?"

You saw him open his mouth to protest but you raised a hand to shut him up.

"Because that's what you are, Bakugou. You're a bully. You're abusive and violent, and well... I feel like I barely have any memories of you where I'm not fighting with you."

Every word leaving your mouth was like a stab in his heart. Hearing you call him those words made his heart ache with guilt. All those years, he had acted that way to win you away from your brother, to prove that he was better. And without realizing it, the jealousy had spiraled endlessly out of control.

"Listen, I get it... you've been handed literally everything from the day you were born. So you think you just deserve an apology because you asked nicely. But do you even know how many times you made Izuku cry? For fucks sake! You should be begging Izuku for forgiveness, not me!"

You were breathless as all those pent up angers spilled out of you. Yet for some reason, it didn't feel good to scream at him like this, and it hurt to see him flinch at your words. If anything, it worsened the frustration and sadness you've come to associate with you childhood friend...

"This isn't about Deku!"

"Maybe not to you, Bakugou!" You yelled. "You've never been able to accept him! And I only hate you because of how you treat him!"

The two of you fell silent, with you still huffing angrily. Bakugou's fists were clenched at his sides. It was becoming painfully obvious to him that the conversation would not end in the direction he had hoped.

"Bakugou, tell me straight, because after all these years I've never understood. What's the difference between Izuku and me? We look the same. Is it cause I'm a girl? His quirk? It just 'showed up late'. Why do you hate him so damn much, yet care enough to apologize to me?"

"...because you were never weak. You stick to what you know it right. All Deku would do is sit back and let you defend him."

You seethed. "We both know there's more to it then that."

He stopped, opening his mouth and closing it as he fought to pull out the right words.

"You're... I don't fucking know. You're more."

You were getting tired of his vagueness. "If you have something to say then say it!

"Fucking fine!" He roared. "Do you need me spell it out for you? Why are you so goddamn dense!? You're special. You're beautiful. You're strong. I fucking like you (y/n), is that good enough!?"

Gritting his teeth, he turned away in embarrassment, the tips of his ears reddening. It wasn't as if he were shy about admitting it, he had just hoped it would come out when the two of you weren't in the midst of an argument.

Your jaw almost hit the ground as all the anger drained away from the shock. You couldn't quite believe it. The tension between you two was obvious but you never thought it was rooted in actual affection. It would be a lie to say that your feelings were completely opposite, but any attraction you had felt for him in the past was so deeply buried under years of anger and frustration that they didn't override your current emotions. You wanted to like him. You wanted to forgive him. But when you thought about your brother, you just couldn't. A quiet and awkward moment passed.

"Do you think saying that will excuse everything you've done?" You asked softly. You watched as his eyes softened with unbridled disappointment.

"No." He admitted. "I know it won't."

"What did you expect me to say?"

"Tsch..." He let out a quiet curse, lips twisting in bitterness. You let out a sigh, letting your shoulders slump.

"I don't want it to be like this (y/n)."

"Me neither."

Silence settled into the room as you absorbed his confession. Without a doubt, what he did was wrong. But it would also be wrong to completely disregard him when he was obviously trying to change for the better. And your childhood friend, the Kacchan version of Bakugou, must still be somewhere within the boy standing in front of you.

"I won't... I won't walk away from you completely, Bakugou... or I suppose... Katsuki. I'm glad you've shown me remorse today. But I don't forgive you yet."

"I'll change." He said gruffly, finally meeting your eyes with a piercing stare.

"Then show me. Prove to me that you can grow up. Because right now, I still can't see past the way you were when we were kids."

"How?" He asked, voice softening to match your tone.

"Treat Izuku as an equal. That's a start. You have all of highschool. Show me, show Izuku that you've grown. Maybe then."

You waited for a response and when you didn't get one, you turned to leave.

"Watch me."

"I will." .

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Masterlist

[thegc4life]

Do you any other Hawks fic ideas you'd like to write? Or is Hawks-sensei all you've got on your mind right now?

Wyv. You know not what you ask. I have to put them in categories, Wyv. Categories.

Kid!Hawks:

-Kid!Hawks growing up with the LOV (both as a permanent thing and various ridiculous drabbles) This involves Unwilling Big Brother Shigaraki, scarily willing Big SisterToga who knows all the coolest knife tricks, Best Uncle Twice who sometimes on his real good days doubles as temporary Dad, the Dad who teaches you how to hot wire cars and laugh people’s money straight out of their wallets Compress, mother-henning can-not-leave-you-alone-for-one-god-damn-minute Spinner, True Mom Kurogiri, Big Sis Mag who seems to be the only actual one that realizes that children need to sleep at some point for the love of god, extremely confused but horrifically soft Dabi who may or may not eventually turn his whole life around because of this feathered idiot that needs someone to make sure he lives a happy life whether it be a permanent shrinking or not. Oh, and Machia. The best Mountain Monster Dog brother (?) a boy could ask for.

-Kid!Hawks with UA (staff edition) also both in temporary and permanent circumstances. Temporary is already in progress. Permanent? Oh boy, permanent world. They raise him within UA so as to keep him from the Commission. Hawks often sits in on their classes with coloring books, picture books, or just to sit there and watch them. He is very smart. He picks up on things, but mostly he just likes being around all the staff. He picks a new person to sleep with every week because some of them have really shitty sleep schedules and even as a kid he knows they would feel bad keeping him up, thus forcing them to go to bed through good-person guilt so he tragets the sleepiest looking people for the week (hint: Aizawa gets picked a lot, and even if he’s not sleep deprived Hawks would pick him because he adores his grumpy cat Dad). Thirteen does crafts with him all the time. She watches every kid show and gets really into it with him. Hawks and Mic make the meals and they sing the entire time. They sing together throughout the day. Hawks will chirp out a line of notes and out of nowhere Hizashi will burst in to sing the lyrics. Midnight reads him bedtime stories cause her voices are the best. She does his nails and lets him do hers. He practices on the UA students to surprise her with new designs (the students fall over their own feet to offer to be his test subject). Snipe does little challenges with him. Things that, while technically helping him get used to controlling his quirk, are more fun than anything else because Hawks enjoys using his feathers in games. Hawks dresses up like a cowboy for an entire month, quoting old western movies and driving everyone but a very proud Snipe up the wall. Hound Dog and Hawks go on walks together ALL THE TIME. They explore the woods around UA and Hound Dog tells Cementoss to change up the geography every once in a while so they have something new to explore. He teaches Hawks how to go camping and Hawks fricken adores him and is always on his shoulders just kicking his feet or napping in Hound Dogs hair. Ectoplasm is Hawks favorite person to play any kind of tag based game because the others are too easy to catch with his feathers. But with Ectoplasm and all his clones? hawks goes nuts. Ectoplasm cried once when Hawks asked Aizawa for peg legs for Halloween and when someone asks him if he wants to be a pirate he says no because he wants to be a super cool hero like Ecto for Halloween. No one will be as cool as him. Hawks fricken loves Vlad. Like, adores him. Whenever Vlad is in the room Hawks will just go hang off his shoulders, or tuck under his arms with a book to read, or just lean against him. He has a little stuffed bull dog that has Vlad’s exact resting bitch face and carries it with him every time he leaves the dorm because he feels safer with it. He goes to Vlad when he’s injured because Vlad just takes care of it, gives him a hug, and doesn’t tell him to be more careful. Just asks if Hawks learned something and moves on. Hawks and Nezu are penpals. They see eachother every single day, but they are penpals. Hawks grows up with the most beautiful calligraphy handwriting because he keeps trying to out-do Nezu’s. He absolutely tattles on every single teacher in these letters, giving Nezu years worth of blackmail. Hawks thinks Nezu is a stuffed animal until he is fourteen because Nezu never fesses up. He just thinks the staff is even cooler for letting a stuffed animal run the place. He only ever cries around Nezu.

-Kid!Hawks UA(Student edition): So many. There’s lines I’ve written where they’re still in school when Hawks is kidified. When they’re already pros. In Canon, in Hawks-sensei, I even a small blurb sentence of Deku running a preschool that Hawks gets put into in an AU with quirks still. I can’t even... there’s too many students, cause I’d do all 1-A and 1-B. My favorite one to randomly wake up in a panick and write about though is the one where it’s Hawks-sensei verse based and Kid!Hawks gets taken in by the Monoma family. Rui and Eiko are older and Monoma is a pro-hero by then. The pure amount of fluff, sass, and Hawks spoiling that will happen. Big Brother Rui and Bigger Sister Eiko.  I think about this one a lot.

-I’m currently (slowly but progressing) writing a gift for @saltwater-sweets where Kid!Hawks is taken in by the Uraraka family. Like, he’s not even shrunk in this one. Uraraka’s newlywed parents were involved in the accident he first saved people in and they found him before the Commission. They realized his homelife situation and opened their home to him and now he is Uraraka’s big brother and that one line I threw out there? About him being a global superpower in household moving? Teaming up with Uraraka for that? Yeah.

-Kid!League of Villains and adult Hawks. Yeah, you heard me. They all get shrunk instead of him. And he can’t just... turn them in. They’re kids. They haven’t done any of the crimes their older counterparts have. And if it’s a permanent thing? They stay kids? Then he has a chance to really, truly save them. To give them the happy lives stolen from them. The Commission doesn’t like that. So Hawks takes them and runs. Dabi can be an adult too, I guess, if that’s the ship or something, but I just really wanna write Kid!LOV and Dad!Hawks.

-Kid!Aizawa. Dad!Hawks. Same concept. Beautiful dream. Need I say more.

-Kid!Hawks, Best Jeanist

-Kid!Hawks Gang Orca

-Kid!Hawks RUMI!!

Vigilante Hawks:

- Raven was born and I dived down that rabbit hole so fast I went back in time. Raven. But from a way earlier age. Those guys mugging Hawks when he was fifteen? The spark. Hawks stayed on the streets, he never went back, and he learned some things. He got some freedom, learned some shit, and realized that hero society was pretty fucked up. Shigaraki starts the LOV up and realizes there’s this whole underground community he was never aware of that Hawks has been building for years. It’s great.

-Hawks was never found by the Commission so he was never ‘Hawks’. His Dad raised him as a criminal but Hawks, with his little heart of gold, took every chance he could to make something good out of the bad deeds. Then he got old enough and he took full control. You ever seen the Levi OVA’s of Attack on Titan? Where he’s walking down the stairs and you realize every single person there is part of a huge ass gang of awesome with Levi at the head? That. THAT.

-Hawks loses his shit in Canon and goes completely AWOL. full Feral. He sees the problems, and he is prepared to do whatever it takes get rid of them. Whatever it takes.

AU Hawks

-Horribly injured, recently retired at the ripe old age of 23, and looking for something to save him from depression. Hawks meets Todoroki Fuyumi who gets him a job at her school. This one makes my brain happy.

-Takami Keigo and Todoroki Natsuo meet in college, graduate together, join the same hospital, and open one as partners as soon as they can. Ship or no ship, they go through their entire lives together. (I just... I really like the Todoroki sibs, okay?)

-Takami Keigo was born a lot earlier. So much, earlier, in fact that he is classmates with this overly optimistic ball of light named Yagi Toshinori and the grumpy ball of flame Todoroki Enji. Big Three anyone? Also, everyone needs a dumb smart birb to keep them sane. Hawks loves his friends, and he’ll kick anyone’s ass that tries to hurt them be it physically, mentally, or emotionally. Also, he meets Nana. 

-I LOVE THE IMAGINARY KAMAKIRI FAMILY DYNAMIC OKAY?! literally anything with Hawks involved in their lives, okay?! I did not expect to spiral so hard when I made up Hideo and his relationship with Kamakiri but my god did I spiral! I just really love them!

-I’m a sucker for the classics. Tattoo/flower. Coffee shop. College. Roommates. Love. 

- (she made me write this) a story surrounding the amazing love story of my sister and Iida Tenya with Aizawa crashes the wedding even though he was invited and Mirio is her maid of honor, with Eri as the ring bearer, and All Might is the flower girl. Twice is the officiator. Uraraka releases a flock of fake pigeons (not real ones cause they don’t deserve that). Oh, and everyone else is there too, I guess. Except for Mineta. Cause he’s in jail.

Right now, at this very moment, I can not for the life of me think of any others but I KNOW there’s at least seven more that I just can’t remember because my brain is work dead. Wyv. @wyvernspirit do you see what you’ve opened here? Close the box! Close it before it’s too late! There is always more! I am never without MORE ideas!

[zambie-trashart]

Volpina: Rewritten Series

And now.... the moment you’ve all been waiting for...

Some goddamn Lila salt.

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Summary: A new classmate with a crush on Jon sets the Jon Protection Squad in motions trying to prove that she’s a liar. Jon being blinded by making a new friend doesn’t see through her lies at first until she talks about something personal to him. What about the book though? What about Damian? What about Jon dangling off the fricken Eiffel Tower? What about Chat’s crush? (Just read)

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Adrien walked into the school to see Damian staring up the the outdoor hallways. Adrien had had a very eventful morning stealing from his father’s safe. Marinette and Alya walked up as well and looked up so Adrien did too. The sight was horrifying, Jon was being willingly dragged to the library by a girl.

“Who is she?” Damian, Adrien, and Marinette all asked at the same time. Alya laughed at the protective behavior and ranted about a new girl named Lila who was friends with famous people and was saved by her new bestie Chat Noir.

This girl was not going to get away with this.

The three walked up to the library to spy and Plagg teased Adrien from his pocket about loosing his “boyfriend” on the way. They sat at a table across from Lila and Jon who were talking about Ladybug. Jon looked uninterested. Adrien pulled out his father’s book to use as cover and Tikki looked up and saw the cover and gasped. She needed to get that book.

Marinette tried texting Jon to get him away from the liar but wen his phone went off, Lila saw that he had a picture of Chat Noir as his screen saver.

“You know, Chat has personally saved me before. We’re practically attached at the hip,” Lila said and Jon’s eyes lit up.

Damian rolled his eyes and looked at Jon in disappointment. He had trained him better than to believe such simple lies.

“We can’t talk here though, we could go to the park,” Lila offered and Jon’s phone went off with a text from his Aunt Sabine telling him to come home after school to help her with something. If there was one thing that Jon had learned about his aunt, it’s to never make her mad. 

“Maybe later, my aunt needs me for something,” Jon said going to get up.

“Text me when we can meet!” Lila yelled as Jon left the table. Adrien grabbed his bag and ran after Jon leaving the book on the table. Damian had let too so Marinette grabbed the book and put it in her bag for Tikki.

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Jon eventually did meet up with Lila in the park and Adrien was watching.

“Chat and I are very close because we have something in common, I’m the descendant of one of the rulers of Argo one of the lost cities of Krypton. My mother and I came here on a vacation and ended up loving it so we never went back and I became a superhero like my great grandmother, Volpina,” Lila said and Jon’s eyes started to narrow. “Just between you and me, Chat doesn’t even make the top ten on the heroes list.”

Adrien was pissed and if Superboy were there, he would be pissed too at this liar’s words about his home planet. Adrien transformed and jumped down in front of two.

“Oh, hey Lila, I saw your interview on the Ladyblog great job by the way. I especially liked the part where you said that we are besties and how you claimed to be a kryptonian which isn’t possible since the planet died over a dozen years ago. You know, people always tell me to never trust a girl with sausage hair and I never thought I would say this, but they were right!” Chat said hands on his hips. Lila got up and ran away crying. Jon looked over at Chat with hurt in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on her, I get that she lied but I wanted to give her a chance to explain herself and to make it right,” Jon said crossing his arms and walking away from Chat who looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Chat whispered.

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Lila stomped angrily around the town. “My chances with Jon, ruined! I hate you Chat Noir!” Lila screamed before a butterfly flew into her necklace.

Lila created a meteor that fell from the sky that she was going to stop all on her own. Chat looked up from across town and ran meeting up with Robin halfway there.

Marinette yelled at a sulking Jon to rush to downtown and stop a meteor pointing to it but Jon didn’t see a meteor there was only a clear sky. They flew over to the Louvre and Jon still couldn’t see anything.

“What meteor!” Superboy yelled and the other three just looked at him like he was crazy. Ladybug smacked him across the face. A girl in a fox costume threw the meteor back up into the sky and made an announcement to all of Paris that Jon couldn’t see or hear. 

On a nearby rooftop the real Volpina showed up and put her hand on Superboy’s shoulder. “Did you get stage fright Superboy? I hope I didn’t show you up too much,” Volpina said putting a hand on Superboy’s shoulder. Robin reached for his sword and Ladybug looked at him and Robin reluctantly released the hilt. 

Robin grabbed Superboy when he saw that his eyes were starting to dull. Robin dialed Superman.

“Hey, you guys on a mission or something?” Clark asked walking through his office.

“Yes, Superboy here couldn’t see a giant meteor falling and when the girl that stopped it touched his shoulder, something weird happened,” Robin said feeling his partner’s head.

“Magic, there are few things that can hurt a kryptonian but magic is one of them, keep him as far away from this girl as possible,” Clark said, “I have to go to a meeting, good luck Damian.”

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Apparently the others figured out the truth too when a fake Hawkmoth showed up. 

“She’s going to the bakery after Jon!” Chat yelled and Superboy flew back to his house and waited for her to show up.

Volpina jumped through the window and stood in front of Jon.

“Jon, I wanted to wait to show you but things got a little complicated,” Volpina said.

“Lila?” Jon asked backing up. Chat jumped through the window. Robin and Ladybug stood outside waiting for Chat to finish up.

“Alright liar, let’s wrap this up!” Chat said and Volpina stood in front of Jon holding his hands.

“He’s just jealous cause he’ll never have what we have, the love that we share,” Volpina said getting a wolfish grin on her face squeezing Jon’s hands tighter.

“Um, sorry but I don’t really count that as a date,” Jon said pulling his hands back and kicking Volpina in the chest back toward Chat. She created illusions of herself as Jon ran out of the room to change back into Superboy.

Volpina took “Jon” away to the Eiffel Tower and Chat jumped down next to Ladybug, Robin, and Superboy. 

“She’s taking Jon!” Chat yelled getting ready to jump after them.

“That’s not Jon!” the other three yelled at the same time.

“How are you so sure?” Chat asked before going to look back in Jon’s room again.

“I can’t see the illusions, there’s no way that’s Jon out there,” Superboy said and after Chat went through Jon’s room, he looked up.

“Really, cause Jon’s gone!” Chat said jumping off the the Eiffel Tower. 

Superboy stood there facepalming. “I’m not even going to try to get out of this one.” 

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Volpina stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower dangling Jon over the edge. She demanded that they give up their miraculous to save Jon. Chat went to reach for his ring but Ladybug threw her yoyo at the illusion.

She used her lucky charm to save the day and Chat walked over to Lila and offered her his hand.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier and I’d like to get to know the real you if you would give me a chance,” Chat said.

“You’re right Chat, we’ll never be friends,” Lila said slapping his hand and walking away.

“Harsh,” Superboy said with a hand of Chat’s shoulder.

“Wait, where’s Jon!” Chat asked before going to jump of the edge of the Eiffel Tower to go to the bakery. 

Superboy flew after him arriving there around a minute before him. Jon jumped into the shower wetting himself to make it look like he had just taken a shower and grabbed some pants and a towel. Jon heard a knock on his window and ran over to open it shirtless with a towel wrapped around his face. 

Chat looked at Jon and almost fell off of the windowsill. Jon realized that he didn’t have on glasses and pulled the towel down further running over to grab his glasses. 

“Oh, hey Chat,” Jon said placing his glasses on and looking over at the blonde boy. Chat was still staring at Jon’s lean body and four pack.

“H-hi, I j-just came over to see h-how you were doing and clearly you’re fine so...”Chat said turning to leave but Jon grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

“Thanks for saving me or at least protecting me. I’m happy to have someone looking out for me,” Jon said hugging Chat and smiling up at him blue eyes glowing through his black lashes. Chat’s vision almost goes black again.

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“You’re sure this is the book Tikki?” Marinette asked.

“Yes, and I think it’s time or you to meet someone, the Great Guardian,” Tikki said clapping her hands together.

They arrived at a massage parlor. Damian just happened to be walking across the street with a swooning Jon.

“Your cousin is going somewhere strange Jon,” Damian said and Jon just ignored him and got back to talking about Chat.

 Marinette entered and saw an old man sitting there.

“Hello Ladybug.”

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SEASON ONE IS OVER!!!!! WOOT WOOT! Special thanks to @loveswifi to sitting there with me over google hangouts and talking out the whole episode with me and giving me tons of ideas! She really helped me with the entire series and we are up to Riposte talking it out so you guys can expect those soon.

@loveswifi @ash-amg @mochegato @wannajointhecrabcult 

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FIC: Annabelle’s Homework

So... have I been largely ignoring the ol’ inbox today? Yep. 

But it’s because I’ve been working on an actual fic!! (*gasps, clutches pearls*)

Anyway, you guys know how much I adore Alec Benjamin, yes? When I heard this song, I knew it had Peter Parker written all over it.

So without further adieu:

FIC: Annabelle’s Homework

Summary: Peter is so in love with Annabelle Stephens, he thinks nothing of doing her homework for her. The reader is upset by this. Mostly because Annabelle isn’t in love with Peter... she is.

Tagged: @flokidottir-imagines-br @babyplutoszx2 @musiclover1263 @judemoos  @drxgxnslxyer @hollanderheart @thequeensardine @ive-got-some-lies-to-tell @captainbuckyy @xxtomxo @deleteidentity

**

(y/n) did not hate many people. Hate was a waste of time and energy, as far as she was concerned. So many of the world’s problems revolve around hate, and she did not want to contribute to that negative energy.

That being said, (y/n) hated Annabelle Stephens.

Not just hated, if we’re being honest. She fucking hated Annabelle Stephens with every fiber of her being.

Annabelle was the head cheerleader at Midtown. She had straight blonde hair that hung just past her shoulders; sparkling blue eyes; a smattering of freckles across her perfectly straight nose.

Too bad that nose was permanently stuck in the air.

Annabelle thinks she’s better than you. She’s beautiful and she knows it, using this to her advantage. She’s not the smartest - makes one wonder how she got into Midtown in the first place (*coughcoughsizabledonationfromherparentscoughcough*). She is shrewd and manipulative, she knows which boys are in love with her and uses them to do her homework for her.

Her latest victim: Peter Parker.

Which, for (y/n), is incredibly frustrating. Because Peter is in love with Annabelle, but Annabelle isn’t in love with Peter.

(y/n) is.

**

“Again?” (y/n) groaned, her head falling back onto her pillow. She was hosting their friend group’s weekly study session. Ned insisted on calling them the Study Buddies, which (y/n) loved; Michelle thought this was a stupid name. Peter didn’t care, as long as he got to hang out with his friends and get to pig out on junk food while they worked.

“Yeah, again.” Peter shot a cursory glance over the work, then carefully wrote a name in the upper right-hand corner: Annabelle Stephens. 

“Why, though?” (y/n) asked.  

“Because, God, (y/n). Annabelle is so pretty. And she’s really nice, for a cheerleader-”

“Bullshit,” (y/n) said, doing that thing where she tried to mask the word with a cough.

“And maybe she likes me too. If I do her homework for her a few times, maybe… you know, maybe she’ll go out with me sometime.”

“Every night for the last two and a half weeks is a few times?” (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “You’re fooling yourself, Peter. She doesn’t like you, she likes your brain. She’s just using you so she doesn’t have to do any actual work.”

“What do you care, anyway?” Peter barked angrily.

(y/n) sighed deeply. “I don’t, I guess. I just hate seeing my friends get hurt, that’s all. I know that this is the path she’s leading you down, and I don’t want to see you go through it.”

Peter narrowed his eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Of who, Annabelle?” (y/n) scoffed. “Yeah, right. Because I totally want to be scraping by at a school I’m only at because of Daddy’s money. Because I totally want my life to revolve around how popular I am. Because-”

“Tell Ned and Michelle I’ll call them later.” Peter gathered up his books, stuffed them into his backpack, and marched toward the door. “As for you… I think it’s better if we don’t talk for a few days.”

(y/n) sprang from her seat, suddenly remorseful. “No, Peter, look. I’m sorry, okay? I-I went too far, I know that. I just-”

Peter shook his head. “I don’t want to hear it right now. See you tomorrow.” He left, slamming the door behind himself.

(y/n) stood in the middle of her bedroom, stunned. “The real reason I’m upset,” she said quietly, “is because I’m in love with you.”

“Hey, where’d Pete get off to in such a hurry?” Ned asked, moments later; Michelle walked in behind him.

“We had a fight,” (Y/n) sighed. “He’s been doing Annabelle Stephens’ homework.”

Ned’s jaw dropped; Michelle just rolled her eyes and muttered, “great, now it’s Peter. I thought he was smarter than that.”

“What do you mean, now it’s Peter?”

“This is sort of her modus operandi, you know.” Michelle sighed, pulling her Latin textbook out of her backpack. “She hooks her claws into some poor dumbass, gets him to do her homework for her for a few weeks, then she kicks him to the curb and finds some new sucker. Never pegged Parker to be that guy, though.”

“Do the teachers know about this?”

“I suspect they do.” Michelle pulled out some index cards, opened her textbook, and began writing. “Don’t ask me why nobody said anything to the principal, though.”

“Oh, I know.” Ned pulled a package of Twizzlers out of his backpack; he offered one to (y/n), who took it. “He said without definite proof he couldn’t do anything.”

“But,” (y/n) said, “now he’s mad at me and said to tell you he’d call you guys later.”

“Had to drive him away, huh?” Ned shook his head. “I was really hoping he’d help me with Physics.”

“Thanks for not picking sides, Ned.” (y/n) reached over and grabbed a handful of Twizzlers.

“I’m not picking sides, I’m just having a hard time with…”

(y/n) tossed a Twizzler at Ned. “I’m teasing. Now come on, let’s get to work.”

They started to get to work on their respective assignments, but suddenly Michelle’s head popped up.

“You in love with him or something?” She asked.

Ned scoffed rather loudly. “Uh, no. That’s stupid, why-”

“Not you, nincompoop. (y/n).”

(y/n) raised her eyebrows. “What? Why?”

“Because you care an awful lot about whether or not Peter does Annabelle’s homework for her.”

“Peter’s my friend,” (y/n) insisted, although her voice faltered a bit. “And I don’t want to see my friends get hurt.”

“Really.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Michelle was good at doing that, as a means of getting people to talk.

“Yes, really.”

Michelle raised one eyebrow - just one - and (y/n) felt her resolve crumbling.

“Oh, fine. Yes, I’m in love with Peter Parker. Okay?” “How long?”

“Why does that matter?”

Michelle raised the other eyebrow.

(y/n) sighed. “Two years.”

“And do you know why Peter’s in love with Annabelle Stephens?”

“Because he’s a moron?”

“Because he was in love with you for the last year and a half, but he finally decided you didn’t see him that way. So… he moved on.”

(y/n) felt like she’d just been punched in the gut. Repeatedly. By the Hulk.

“Peter’s in love with me?” she asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Was.” Michelle scribbled something onto the flashcards she was making for herself. “Who the hell knows, might be present tense too. You never know with him.”

“Why didn’t he say anything?”

“Why didn’t you?” Michelle finally looked up from her textbook. 

“I asked you first,” (y/n) replied, voice now full-on shaking.

Michelle rolled her eyes. “It’s so cliche, you know? It’s the same tired excuse everyone involved in the friends-to-lovers trope uses. Oh, ooh, we’ve been friends for so long, what if they don’t feel the same? Then we’ll just magically stop being friends… boo-fricken-hoo. If you’re truly friends, you’ll talk it out. Might be awkward for a while afterward, but a true friendship can survive all that.”

“You’re tall enough without that soapbox,” Ned called from his corner, mouth full of Twizzlers.

“I like it up here.” Michelle tossed a pillow at him; it bounced off of his face and he tried very hard not to choke on his snack. “So why didn’t you say anything?”

(y/n) groaned loudly. “The same tired excuse.”

“Well, now he’s not talking to you because neither one of you would grow a pair and talk about it. Think about that, (y/n). If you’d said something, he’d be with you and not on Annabelle Stephens’ hook.”

The thing (y/n) liked best about Michelle was also the thing she liked the least: She did not sugar-coat anything. She preferred to be blunt, get straight to the point.

And boy… she sure made hers.

She was right: If only (y/n) had said something, anything, Peter wouldn’t be slaving away doing homework for a pretty but vapid girl who surely wouldn’t appreciate his efforts. He might be there, in (y/n)’s bedroom, laughing at something Ned had said or arguing with Michelle about whatever point Nietzche was trying to make. He might be smiling shyly at her, slight freckles standing out against his pink-tinged cheeks. He might be holding her hand in the hallways, wrapping his arm around her shoulders at lunch, stealing a quick kiss between classes.

But, both of them were too chicken to say anything, so now she’s miserable and Peter’s doing someone else’s homework.

“You okay?” Ned asked quietly.

(y/n) shook her head. “Uh, yeah, I will be. Now, what did I do with that Trigonometry worksheet?”

**

It had been a week since (y/n) and Peter’s argument. He’d managed to avoid her the entire time. He volunteered in the library over lunch so they wouldn’t have to sit together. He sat in the back of the classroom in the one class they shared (Spanish), making sure to get there just before the beginning bell rang and slipping out while the end bell sounded.  

He didn’t even attempt to come to Michelle’s for Study Buddies.

(y/n) was resigned to the fact that their friendship was, for all intents and purposes, over.

But then, on what would have been the 22nd straight day Peter did Annabelle’s homework, something happened.

(y/n) and Michelle had gone to the library over lunch, to get in some extra research for their American History project. (y/n) was in one of the aisles looking for a book, when she overheard Peter and Annabelle talking.

“Thanks for the Geography homework, Petey,” Annabelle said, voice sickeningly-sweet. 

(y/n) could have thrown up right then and there. If there was one name Peter hated being called, even more than Penis Parker, it was Petey. But, since it’s Annabelle, he’d probably let it slide.

“Yeah, anytime,” Peter replied. “Hey, um… I was wondering. You know, Homecoming is coming up and I was wondering…”

“Oh, Petey. Do you really think I like you like that? You’re smart and everything, but you’re too much of a dork. I mean, think of what that would look like for me! Besides, I was just going to tell you that I don’t need you anymore. Brad Davis is doing my homework now.”

“But… I thought you...you know, liked me.”

“You thought wrong. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find Brad.” (y/n) heard a few footsteps. “Oh, and Petey? Delete my number.”

(y/n) stood frozen in the aisle for a few moments. She was right: Annabelle was using him. She was sure Peter was devastated; did Annabelle really have to be such a bitch about it?

She didn’t know what to do. Should she go comfort him? Should she just give him space? 

Then, she remembered what Michelle had said about “growing a pair” and… grew a pair.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the end of the aisle, rounding the corner to the one Peter was standing in.

“Peter?” she said softly.

“(y/n), hey.” Peter tried to sound casual. But his voice faltered slightly and his big brown eyes were glassy and red-rimmed. “Um, you were right, you know?”

“About what?”

“Annabelle. She was just using me, she didn’t like me at all.” Peter quickly wiped away a tear that was threatening to spill down his cheek. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you last week. I should’ve seen this coming a mile away, but I was too stupid to-”

“Peter, I like you.”

Peter stopped his rambling, eyes growing wide. “You… you what?”

“I like you, Peter. And I have, for a long time. But I never said anything because… what did Michelle call it…”

“That same tired excuse and something about the friends-to-lovers trope?”

“Yeah. That. And I only got mad last week because I like you and I didn’t want to see you get hurt. I should have said something sooner, if I had she never would have done this to you and you wouldn’t be mad at me and-”

Peter suddenly leaned over, softly pecking her lips and effectively ending her rambling.

“That was… you… um, kissed me,” (Y/n) said, as she mentally kicked herself in the crotch. That was the best she could come up with?!

“I really like you too, (y/n),” Peter replied. “I should have listened to you, yeah. But I should have said something sooner too. But maybe we can forget about that, and… and I could take you to Homecoming?”

“Can I take you out for a cup of coffee first?”

Peter smiled, that blush creeping over his cheeks; (y/n) thought he’d never looked more adorable. “Yeah, I-I think I’d really like that. You doing anything after school?”

“Nothing,” (y/n) said, “except for going on a coffee date with a cute boy.”

Peter laughed quietly. “Yeah, that. Hey, can we kiss again?”

“Of course.”

**

“Guys!” The next day, Ned practically flew to their usual table in the lunchroom, nearly knocking over a gaggle of hapless freshman girls in the process. “Guys, did you hear about… wait, what?”

The what he was referring to was Peter and (y/n), seated next to each other; when he’d run up to the table Peter’s arm was around (y/n)’s shoulders and he was kissing her cheek.

“Oh, yeah.” (y/n) smiled up at him. “Peter and I made up -”

“Obviously.” Ned rolled his eyes.

“And we’re dating now,” Peter added. “We finally talked about it. Anyway, what’s up?”

Ned started giggling uncontrollably. “I’m so happy for you guys! That is great! Michelle and I were wondering if you’d ever-”

“Ned,” (y/n) said, exasperated. “What were you going to tell us?”

“Hey, guys,” Michelle said casually, sliding in across from Peter and (y/n). “Oh, good, you two got over yourselves. Anyway, did you guys hear about Annabelle Stephens?”

“I was just getting ready to tell them!” Ned exclaimed.

(y/n) furrowed her brow. “What about Annabelle?”

“Well, apparently she was trying to get Brad Davis to do her homework for her. She asked him, you know, like she usually does.” Michelle, who barely ever cracked a smile, was practically overrun with glee at this point. “But Brad was recording her, went straight to the principal. She’s been kicked off the cheerleading squad and she’s suspended indefinitely. School board’s going to vote on expulsion at next week’s board meeting.”

Peter’s eyes grew wide. “Did she-”

“Wouldn’t give up who was doing her work for her. Guess she has some sort of moral compass after all.” Michelle shrugged as she bit into the sandwich she’d brought from home. “I don’t think they’d get into trouble, though. But still, probably a good chance this is that last we’ve seen of Annabelle Stephens.”

“I certainly hope so,” (y/n) said, tucking into her bean burrito. 

Although, she thought to herself, if it weren’t for Annabelle… maybe Peter and I would’ve never gotten together.

“Who knew,” Peter whispered in her ear, “that we’re together because of an argument about Annabelle.”

“It’s like you read my mind, Pete.” (y/n) laughed as she grabbed her can of soda. “Let’s make a toast. “To Annabelle Stephens, the cause of and solution to all of our problems.”

“Here, here,” Peter replied as he clinked his can against hers, ignoring the odd looks Ned and Michelle were giving them.

“Those two are such dorks,” Michelle grumbled.

“Yeah, they’re perfect for each other,” Ned added.

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Disguises

Prompter: @all-hail-trash-prince

Prompt: Danny gets stuck in human form, but can still use his ghost powers. Now he has to find a way to disguise himself while still protecting his town.

Words: 1016

Warnings: Unedited, 

Danny could not believe his rotten luck.

The day had been disastrous from the beginning. He had been picked on by Dash, Sam and Tucker had both ended up sick, he did badly on a test from Mr. Lancer and Ms. Tetslaff had given him a detention. If he had known what his parents had invented, Danny would have suffered through the whole day again. His parents; inventions were almost always bad news.

“So, what does this do?” Danny asked poking the small bracelet-like thing. From the outside it looked like one of his parent’s previous inventions, the wrist-ray. The green circle in the middle sort of reminded Danny of a Specter Deflector. “Is it some kind of gun?”

“Well son, would you like to test it?” Jack asked excitedly. Danny contemplated his response. On the one hand, the bracelet could be harmless or really useful. The other side was the invention could seriously hurt him. The ecto-dejecto had been really useful a week ago. The pattern was that after a useful invention was created, the next would be harmful. Danny was about to reply the negative before his father gave him ‘the puppy eyes’

“Fine” Danny relented.

Jack nearly bounced with joy as he picked up the bracelet. He grabbed Danny’s left wrist and put the bracelet on. Danny felt strange as soon as the bracelet clicked shut. It felt like a part of him was missing or a friend had died.

“Dad, what exactly does this thing do?” Danny asked, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.

The man beamed down at his son, proud to brag about his new invention, “Why Danny-boy, I’ve been combining three inventions into one awesome single ghost hunting weapon. With this baby ghosts will think twice before attacking innocent civilians.

“What will it do to ghosts?” Danny asked a little more forcibly.

If Jack Fenton saw any tension on his son’s face, he didn’t say it. Instead, the always jovial man smiled, “With humans, the Fenton Repressor works like the Specter Deflector. It keeps ghosts from possessing the wearer. On ghosts it’s a little more fun. Just like the peeler, it forces a ghost into its weakest form.

Danny paled

Jack continued, “We took the shock factor out of the delfector than shrunk it down. It’s hard to study ghosts when their bodies are messed up from the electricity. Jazzy-pants can come up with some good ideas.

“This was Jazz’s idea!” Danny exclaimed, “Never mind, it’s getting a bit tight. Can you please take this thing off?”

Jack laughed good-naturedly. “Okay son let me just get the key. Maddie where did we put the repressor’s key?”

“We gave the key and a copy of our proto type to Vlad, remember?” called Danny’s mother from upstairs.

“Sorry son, it looks like you’re going to wear that for week. It isn’t so bad; it was designed to go unnoticeable!” Jack looked at his son apologetically.

Danny wasn’t even paying attention to his father anymore. His eyes were focused on the metal cuff around his wrist. His parents had finally caught him. If his guess was right, he wouldn’t be able to transform into Phantom! Danny wondered if any of his powers still worked. If none of them did, he was totally screwed.

“Okay dad, I’m going to go up to my room. Don’t want to get trapped in another machine!” If it were anyone else besides Jack Fenton, they would have heard the fear behind the joke. But Jack Fenton was clueless, and only thought his son was kidding.

“Alright! See you at Dinner son!” Don’t worry, we’ll get that off you soon!”

Danny plastered a smile as he excited the lab. Once he had finished climbing the stairs to the kitchen, Danny snuck past his mother. Then he rushed to his bedroom.

Jazz was gone for the day, so that meant Danny couldn’t yell at her for another bad idea or ask her for any help. He was on his own. The only thing worse about today would be…

“Of fricken course,” Danny growled as he felt a chill go up his spine. A ghost was nearby and that didn’t bode well for anyone, especially Danny.

“If my sense still works than my ghost ice still works,” Danny muttered to himself, “But I can’t go fighting outside like this!”

Danny looked around his room for anything that could disguise himself. He found a balaclava, but it only covered his head and not his body. Tucker bought Danny his very own cheaply made Danny Phantom costume. Of course, he couldn’t wear a costume if he didn’t have all his powers... Danny noticed the final costume Tucker  had bought Danny when they were both going to Comic Con. Danny frowned as he picked it up. If anyone caught him, he would be laughed at for weeks.

Danny put on the costume then attempted to go invisible. To his delight, that power still worked. Danny invisibly exited his house.

The news went around the school that a new hero was in town. Sam and Tucker tried to ask him about it. Jazz stayed far away as she knew exactly who the new hero was.

“I can’t believe it! I knew she was real!” Paulina squealed while talking to her best friend.

“I know right? She is the cutest thing ever!” Star agreed, “I wonder if Phantom will partner up with her?”

Paulina looked like she was about to burst with happiness, “That would be the best thing ever! I’d marry him on the spot!”

“And she could be your flower girl!” Star giggled.

From a couple lockers down, Danny’s face turned beat red. He focused on getting his notebooks for the next class. Sam and Tucker shared a look.

“So what happened yesterday. Why did Amity park get saved by Paulina’s favourite mascot?” Sam asked. Her secret crush didn’t respond. He grabbed his books and raced to the next class.

Danny didn’t want to have to explain to Sam that he had been the one dressed up like Hello Kitty.

[fly-like-a-grayson]

Connor Murphy x Cheerleader!Reader hcs

- Connor met you for the first time because you’re friends with Zoe and he had to drive you, Alana, and Zoe to the mall

- Connor really didn’t want to, but he had to

- His parents weren’t able to and he needed the car after, so here he was driving down the highway with 3 teenage girls laughing in the back seat

- Well Zoe was sitting shotgun, but she kept talking to the two girls behind him

- He was trying not to lash out, he wanted to though

- The laughter was like needles on a chalkboard to him

- Occasionally he’d look in the rearview mirror, he’d see your smile and kind of scoff

- But he doesn't do it cause he's like ew smiles

- He does it because he thinks you're beautiful, but doesn't want to accept that

- When you guys get to the mall, be breaks away from you quickly

- He spends most of his time in Hot Topic or the food court

- The only bad thing about Hot Topic is that some of the employees are dead set on talking to him

- That's when he retreats to Chick Fil A to get a milkshake

- He sits alone and looks around at all the people

- Then you, Zoe, and Alana decided to ruin his good ole me time and sat near him

- Zoe and Alana went to get food and you kept glancing at Connor

- Not in a bad way, but you were interested in him and you thought he was a little cute whoops

- But Connor took it as you staring at him because he was a freak and weird

- “Take a picture, it will last longer” he barked at you

- you looked away quickly and your cheeks flushed

- after a few awkward moments, you moved to sit across from him

- “I didn't mean to stare, well. I didn't mean for you to take it in a bad way. I just wanna get to know you, that's all. I don't think you're a freak”

- Connor nodded in response

- After that minute interaction, you started talking to him more and more

- and badabing badaboom, two months later you two started dating

- When you were nearing the end of your school year, the cheer captain came up to you and asked you to try out to be on the squad next year

- You were confused because you weren't super athletic, but that doesn't mean you weren't excited

- Then, you grew worried because cheerleaders were seen as prissy and you knew how Connor felt about “popular” people

- But still, you hoped Connor would see past the standard stereotypes and support you

- At lunch, you asked him how he felt about cheerleaders, to test the waters

- “You know how u feel. Most of them are just stuck up girls who have no sense got others feelings.”

- “But have you ever actually talked to any of them?”, you retorted

- “No I haven't. Why do you care?”

- you looked at him angrily, “I just don't think you should judge people you don't know. You didn't like it when people did that to you.”

- Connor felt a flash of guilt, you were right

- “I'm going to try out.”, you said to him

- He was shocked, “Wait, what?”

- “They want me to, so I will. I would like your support on this.”

- Connors attitude took an 180, “Yeah, I'll support you. I promise.”

- “Wait what?”

- Connor repeated himself

- You smiled brightly and gave him a big ole hug, “Thank you!”

- When it came time for you to try out, you were beyond nervous

- You had been practicing ever since you got asked, much to Connor’s dismay

- He wanted you to pay attention to him and do the things you two normally did when you hung out

- Ex: watch Twilight Zone, read poetry books, make out

- But now almost all your attention was on your routine

- But being near you was good enough for Connor

- When you actually tried out, Connor waited for you outside the gym

- He was nervous for you, not because he didn't think you wouldn't make it

- You were in there for like 20 minutes and that made him worried because you said it would only be like 10 minutes

- Then when you came out you had a beaming smile

- You gave him a massive hug

- He hugged back, “Did you make it?”

- “Well, I won't know for sure for like a week but I think I did!”

- Connor was at an emotional crossover

- On one hand, he was happy and excited for you because you really wanted to be on the squad

- But he was also scared because he didn't want you to be introduced to this new life and leave him behind

- When you got the results back, you were on cloud fricken 9

- Connor tried to mimic your happiness, but it was hard to

- You could see how sullen he looked after you told him the news

- But, you reassured him that you loved him and you weren't ever going to leave him

- That settled him for a while

- Sometimes when you had to leave a date early by like 10 minutes, he felt like cheerleading would take over your life

- But he sucked it up and supported you every step of the way

- He even went to the first game you cheered at

- He clapped, while Zoe yelled, “THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND”

- lol she had no fear in expressing how proud of you she is 

- ANYWHO after the game some of the cheerleaders wanted you to go to some party and you are like nah I wanna hang out with my boyfriend

- And Connor felt really happy

- He was so giddy because you wanted to be with him

- What??? Did??? He??? Do??? To??? Deserve??? You???

- That night was just cuddles and sci-fi movies

- He was v proud of you

- NOW TO MORE BROAD HEADCANONS (does that make sense)

- Connor is like really jealous of the other cheerleaders

- Because they spend so much time with you

- And he also his very suspicious of the football players because he sees them all as sleazy

- When he's around the football players and you (which is every seldom) he's like physical in the sense that he's holding your hand, or has an arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist

- Like a subtle way of being like back off they're mine

- tbh he never saw the appeal of the cheerleader uniforms until he saw you in yours for the first time

- he immediately thought you looked smokin’

- he made sure what you knew that (if ya catch my drift lmao)

- Plus he also thought you just looked so adorable when you were cheering with the squad

- just looking like you were having the time of your life

- his heart just swelled with immense love

- he got very worried when you had to do any flips and stuff

- when he heard of it, he wouldn’t stop being paranoid that you’d get hurt

- he’d be on the edge of his seat when you were doing your routine

- when you succeed, he’d let out a breath and smile

- golly gee he loves you and is proud of you for doing what you love and not succumbing to the stereotypes

[keezree]

okay here i am with more wizardmon head cannons because why the hell not amirite?some are NSFW ish?? but tame enough i guess?

-Wizardmon canonically can preform simple sleight of hand tricks (rabbit out of a hat, paper into doves etc.) So he sometimes will approach you at random with a cough to get your attention then he’ll do a fucking BOW, FLIP OFF HIS HAT WITH FLAIR AND THEN PULL OUT A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FOR YOU HOLY SHIT! -(he will always pull out your favourite flowers, he asked you a while back but you forgot and to this day you still think he just magically knows what sorts of flowers you like. he insists it IS just magic) - he WILL say “ta-dah!” The goof. -he will also do card tricks with you amongst other magic tricks. Some of them are actual magic because there’s no way he could have hidden that coin in your pocket. he was nowhere near you, he didn’t even touch you gosh! -He believes that this sort of “show” magic is just as important as magicky magic -He has a bit of a prankster side to him according to the wiki so he’ll do little pranks and things, nothing dangerous but just really silly things that he knows he can get away with. he doesn’t want to upset you and knows you wouldn’t get upset with him really but he wouldn’t want to risk it.  -you wake up one day and open your fridge and all the words on the packaging of things has been charmed to read “Hello there :D” -if he draws or writes the :D face then it always has little stitches on it somehow even if he types it electronically. 

- When he learns about april fools day he loses it and now it’s his favourite day besides halloween because you’re SUPPOSED TO PRANK PEOPLE WHAT A CONCEPT!

- He also canonically can read minds and so when you’re together or you look at him and a lewd thought crosses your mind he sort of just turns to you with this awful smug grin with this “really?” look in his eyes. - He will tease you about these things by feigning intimacy. he’ll pretend like he’s going to caress your leg or butt but then he’ll go to grab something else, a book behind you perhaps? (reaching towards your posterior) “well now, here’s something i’d love to get my hands on...This pencil, luckily it was right there behind you!” he sometimes magically makes an item behind you, sometimes impossibly large, how was that giant tome behind you??? it wasn’t there before? He’s doing on purpose! the goof! -when it comes to actual intimacy he’s such a shy mon! he’s interested but he gets so flustered!  -Is unaware what intercourse is for humans and so you have to explain it and you get flustered and OH! You little goof ball you know what it is you’re just trying to tease me again! His grin is too big to hide.  - You ask one day to hold his ungloved hand and it’s probably the most intimate thing he’ll do without being too shy.  -Digimon supposedly have no reproductive organs however Wizardmon can learn transformation magic so he could give himself bits! Or perhaps because of Wizardmons unique nature he may have them already? Or this is an alternate universe where they do have genitals and ??? I don’t know i just like the idea of Wizardong being able to be a thing! -Never in a million years call it wizardong because he will either completely lose it laughing or he will never want to expose it again because he’ll never get the word out of his head. -He finds it hilarious if you call them bits because that is a currency in the digital world. -Despite how hard he tries it still has stitches on it ( if he uses magic to form genitals) -You have to take it sloooow with him. You must woo this mon with romance and candles and maybe incense and soft pillows.  -Treat him gentle! soft kisses! cuddles! praise and hugs! He’s nervous and shy and he never, NEVER shows himself to anybody but he cares for you and wants to be close to you in any way and every way and wants to be a part of you so much but goodness! He so shy it’s so adorable. -He trusts you completely, you’d never hurt him or take advantage of him and that makes him love you all the more. -He’s not really the type to pussyfoot around things. if he has to say something he will. Like if someone is a cruel being or if he notices that there’s something wrong and you need help but good grief this guy has the hardest time saying sweet things to you.  -The day he says “i love you” is such a big moment and he’s maybe shaking a little? though not enough for you to see, he grips his staff tightly to hide his hands trembling. he either looks anywhere but your face or looks directly into your eyes because if he chooses neither of these things to focus on he knows that the words won’t escape his mouth.  -It has taken him weeks to work up the courage to say it because it feels so FINAL and he’s worried perhaps you’ll go seperate ways one day? (you won’t) and what if he’s only a crush to you? (he’s not) and all of these things whirl around inside his head but damn it if the world is going to end one day and he has found you in this lifetime then that MEANS something and he’s going to ACT on those feelings. enough is enough. he’s done arguing with himself. -The day he does say it seems all planned out. you know something is up but you’re not quite sure what. You trust that if he needs to say something or if he’s doing something then it’s probably best just to play along.  -He knows you know, or maybe it’s just his nerves. Now he HAS to say it, there’s no backing out. -when you say it back there’s this huge weight lifted off his shoulders and that’s that. you say it to each other almost every morning and every night now. but in whispers. No one else hears because he wants only your ears to hear it. (help my heart! fuck what am i doing to myself) -he really likes onesies, like adult onesies that can be animal forms with hoods or high collars on them because they are like his suit but some of them are fleece? and you buy one for him one day when he gets uncomfortable being outside his suit when it’s being washed and he LOVES IT AND ITS SO SOFT AND NOW MAYBE HE WON’T TAKE IT OFF AND WEAR THIS INSTEAD OF HIS SUIT! GOSH DANG IT!  -It has stars or moons or both and he ?????? It’s bLUEEE?? He can change it’s colour too if he wants woah!!!  -He charms the moons and stars to shift around sometimes just for fun or practice or to see if you notice and when you do you’re enthralled and he’s happy he was able to make you smile gosh! DANG IT GOSH! -It’s so soft on him and you want to hug him all the time now. Well you did before but now he’s extra cuddly. -He is so smooool. he’s officially 4′9′’ I believe? -you can pick him up -you do pick him up! -He hates it, how embarrassing! -He loves it, you can carry him bridal style and he SHY??? -”Do you really have to keep picking me up? sigh... Well I suppose I’m in no position to stop you. If this is what you want.” he tilts his hats brim down to hide his smile -He can heal himself by stitching himself up? -If you know how to sew you will help him with places he can’t reach well, like his back.  -He’s a bit embarrassed that you want to help him and if he has to take off any part of his suit to let you then he demands a blanket or uses his cape to cover himself. Even if you have been intimate or have seen his bare form before he will still always cover up.  -He will never go swimming with you because he can’t. however if you take him to the beach and you’re in your swimwear he is completely torn between being unable to look away while at the same time he’s frustrated with himself that he’s ogling you. “Get it together mon! Geez! they’re not some piece of meat to be stared down hungrily. but...their butt is really nic-NO STOP!”  -If and only if you were ever somehow alone swimming, maybe perhaps might maybe perchance he would TRY swimming but. BUT.  he.would.wear.FLOATIES! those arm floaties that go around your biceps and he’d be a wretch about it the whole time, staring at them. no, glaring at them but you can’t help but think it’s cute and he KNOWS you think its cute and he’s “okay no that’s it I’m getting out of the water now. I’m perfectly fine over here on the towel.” -he gets back in because you’re there and jeez help your little heart he’s so fricken cute.  -He needs five towels to dry off because he absorbed some of the water because he is made of fabric poor thing. Lord help him if he ever spills any sort of dark pigmented liquid on himself. -luckily he can use his magic to remove the stains. he’s had practice taking care of his plush doll body. -you want to call him nicknames and sweet endearing names but the only one you can think of is DOLL AND IS THAT VERY APPROPRIATE MAYBE JUST STICK WITH WIZZ??? he might get MAD or worse SAAAD! oh no! AHHH that’s it for now i need to go eat food and I have so many more but this is it for the second episode of mel rambles about plush wizard boy. tune in next time for another exciting episode of god damn it help my little heart this stitched little wizard fella gives me such complex feelings that it hurts but i love it anywaaaay okay byeeeee i love you  and SEND ME YOUR HEAD CANNONS IF YOU HAVE ANY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! i need to hear about him all the time forever this is so unhealthy but i don’t caaaare he is my fuel that keeps my spirits fire ignited! He is like the night skyyyyy every time you look up at the stars each night it’s almost like you’re seeing it for the first time no matter how many times you look at it, it always feels new and magical and he gives me that exact same feeeeeling! hELP ME!  i would use that line on him! For real i would nd i would WIN HIS HEART...CORE???YeAH! stop it mel fuck ok bye  

[sincerlyyme-blog]

Knots (Evan Hansen x Reader)

TW: SMUT, a lil bit of swearing, really fricken smutty

Words: 1,675          

Requested: anon:  Hi!!! Loooooove your fics so so so much! Like I know you've only posted a few fics but seriously you're like the best DEH writer on here! Could I please request number 28 with Evan - maybe he gives the reader a massage and then it gets smutty because Evan gets turned on by the noises she makes?

Disclaimer: I’m sorry that I’ve been writing a lot of smut, lately. It’s just what is mostly requested! I will be writing fluff very soon. <3

 You’ve always been called an old soul. Whether it was when you were caught drinking tea, reading classic novels, or even giving wise advice; that was the first thing anyone said about you. Sometimes it seemed like your brain was 70 years older than the rest of your body. The only physical part of yourself that synced up with your thoughts was your back.

           Your back felt like it could have been old enough to have experienced the Cold War. Every twist, turn, and bend would send thousands of cracks down your spine. Sometimes kinks would appear out of the dust. The worst pain would come when you would sit with no support for a long period of time.

           It was Friday night, and you were at your boyfriend’s house. His mom wasn’t home, and was not going to be until the end of the night. Your boyfriend, Evan, was trying to help you study for your philosophy test. After the first or second hour of sitting on his bed, you felt a familiar pain in your lower back. After the twelfth question answered from your textbook, you felt your shoulders begin to lock. As Evan read another question, you tried to twist your joints in order to feel some relief.

           Evan didn’t notice until he looked at you. Your face was cursed with discomfort. He looked at you with sympathy.

           “A-Are you alright?”

           “Yeah… it’s just my back,” you sighed, still attempting to crack something for a quick relief.

           Evan nodded softly, thinking to himself. He watched you as you squirmed around, placing your hands all over your own back; pressing and massaging it yourself.

           “When I was little, I-I had really bad growing pains. So, uh, my mom would massage my legs with cream. W-Would that help?” he asked nervously, biting onto his bottom lip.

           Your eyes grew wide, “wait are you offering me a massage?”

           “W-Well, yeah, I-I have had a lot of practice?”

           “Evan, you are my HERO!” you exclaimed, throwing your head back. “I don’t remember a time where my spine wasn’t in pain.”

           “I’ll go get some cream, and uh, you can, uh, get yourself ready?” he spoke nervously, walking quickly out of the room, biting his nails.

             You set your books on the floor, tucking your loose papers into your bookbag. Laying on Evan’s bed, you put your head on his pillow. Evan soon came back into his room, shutting the door.

           “Oh, um, you’re gonna need to take your shirt off. Only if you want to- it’s ok if you don’t-“

           You laughed, shaking your head. “Evan, it’s okay.” You sat up, taking off the sweater you had been wearing. Well, really, it was Evan’s sweater. You had stolen it months ago. You had been meaning to give it back, as it didn’t hold the scent that it used to.

           Evan turned around to give you privacy as you stripped down. While you were at it, you took your bra off so it wouldn’t be in the way. You laid back down on his bed, burying your face into the mattress.

           “Ok, Ev, I’m ready,” you spoke, muffled into the pillow.

           You heard Evan’s sock feet patter over to you. He climbed onto his double bed and straddled your bum. He was a bit shaky, but focused. He put a dollop of body cream onto his hands, and started to work on your shoulders. He gasped when he could feel the intense knots.

           “D-Doesn’t this hurt?” he asked, in disbelief.

           “Yeah,” you groaned out. “But, like, the good hurt.”

           “T-Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?”

           You nodded, focusing on the feeling of his hands working on your back. You tried to picture it in your head. His long, bony fingers applying pressure to your soft skin as he straddled you. You giggled at the thought. Just last month, you two had sex for the first time. No matter what the circumstance was, Evan always made sure that you were at maximum comfort.

           Evan’s fingers dug into the painful areas of your spine. You winced, biting the insides of your cheek. As his fingertips continued the same motion, it started to feel the slightest bit better. His fingertip pushed into the knot in a circular motion. After he had gotten it out, he would palm the area to soothe it. Every time he would, a small sigh or whimper would escape from your lips.

           After Evan got the biggest knot out, he palmed it with the flats of his hands. The feeling was so relieving that you let out a moan.

           Evan gulped, staring down at you. You were bare, moaning, and underneath him. The last time that happened was a month ago. Your string of moans were like a symphony to him.

Whenever you couldn’t make it over to his house, to relieve his stress, Evan would have to do it on his own. He was never comfortable with touching himself until you taught him how. On his nights alone, he thought of your moans to bring him to the edge. Of course, he never told you that. 

You continued to whither underneath his touch. Every sigh and sound that escaped your body, made it harder for Evan to focus. He felt the tent in his khakis begin to form. He tried to lift his torso off of you in an attempt to hide it. But it didn’t do anything, when he watched as the silhouette of your naked body lifted to follow his touch. 

He jumped off of you, grabbing your sweatshirt from his bedroom floor. He held it in front of his crotch. 

You looked up from your pillow, pouting in confusion. When you looked at your boyfriend, his cheeks were red and blotchy. His fists clenching the sweater as if his life depended on it

“D-Did you hear the phone ring? I, uh, I think I heard the phone ring,” he stammered, about to run out of the room. You sat up, stopping him.

“Ev, are you...” you began to catch on.

“I, um, yeah,” he gritted his teeth in embarrassment. His eyes darted down to your breasts, that were now on full display. He swallowed hard. 

You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. 

“Do you want some...help?” you looked up into his eyes, searching for any sign of interest. 

“I, uh, um,” he stammered, getting even more embarrassed. 

“It’s ok, Ev,” you smiled softly, and reassuringly. “This isn’t a new thing to us. And it’s okay that you feel this way. It’s normal,” you tried to comfort him, placing one of your hands on his arm. 

Evan nodded, slowly lowering the sweater that he held to the ground. You removed your arms from your chest, placing your hands on his face, pulling him in for a sweet kiss. You pulled his body against yours, feeling his excitement press against your stomach.

Taking an initiative, you lowered your hand down to his crotch. You set your hand down where he needed you the most, applying pressure. You watched his face as you palmed him through the material of his pants. His eyes fluttered closed. His mouth opened agape as if he was going to say something. He let out a throaty moan. You felt his hands get tangled into your hair, pulling from the new sensation. 

Slowly, you removed your hand from his length. You began to take off his shirt, then removed the khaki coloured pant than caged him. He did the same, removing your leggings, staring at you in wonder. 

“What?” you smiled, looking into his eyes. 

“It’s just that- I don’t know, I-I never thought that I would ever get a girlfriend... let alone being doing this,” he giggled softly, his face turning a soft shade of pink. 

“Me neither,” you admitted, letting out a tiny laugh. 

You guided Evan back to his bed, laying him down. You straddled him, placing his hands gingerly on your waist. He watched you through hooded eyelids, taking in every second of your presence. Reaching down to his chest, your trailed your fingertips all the way down to the hem of his underwear. He was beautiful. You loved his physique. The tiny outlines of his ribs, the small freckles on his biceps, and the tiny bit of pudge beneath his belly button. 

Using your right hand, you pulled down his boxers, revealing the rest of your boyfriend. He sucked in a deep breath, watching you intently. With your left hand, you stretched to the drawer of his bedside table. Opening it, you grabbed a condom. 

“Take them off,” you whispered to your boyfriend, referring to the last bit of material you were wearing. 

He nodded quickly, lowering the silk article, mesmerized by the parts of you that only he would see. You opened the condom, rolling it on to his length. 

“A-Are you sure you want to do it like this?” Evan asked, referring to you being on top. 

“I-I want to try it out,” you admitted sheepishly. Evan smiled shyly, giving you a nod to go further. 

You sunk onto him, letting out a gasp. Evan’s eyes rolled back, his mouth falling wide open. 

“Oh my god,” he spoke loudly. 

You started to move in rhythm. Gliding your hips in a circle, you placed your hands on his chest to stabilize yourself. Evan bucked his hips to meet yours. Sweat collected on his forehead, as he watched you. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chanted over and over, clearly making his way to his orgasm.

You felt a familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach. You began to move faster, watching Evan barely holding it together. You told him to wait for a few seconds more. Your moans matched his, your final breaths only lasting seconds. You both reached and came down from your high in unison. 

Climbing off of him, you smiled, out of breath. 

“I think my back feels better.”

[theawkwardathlete]

Tagged By My Few Friends...

Rules: Write 92 rules about yourself, then tag 25 people. (I have no friends but I’ll try)

LAST ____:

Drink: Lemonade Phone Call: My mom to find her on the beach Text message: Discussing puns with my besties Song you listened to: Before You Start Your Day by Twenty One Pilots Time you cried: I don’t cry I’m hardcore baby(jk I do I just don’t remember)

HAVE YOU EVER ____: Dated someone twice: I am forever alone(don’t tell my books plz) Been cheated on: I regect guys, not date them Kissed someone and then regretted it: Ewwwww Lost someone special: My Aunt Been depressed: I have depression off and on and I get really angry at everyone and hurt the ones I love Gotten drunk and thrown up: Does food count?

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: Every shade of green, blue, and black like my soul

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU _____: Made new friends: I’ve made a few because I am not a social butterfly but I’ve grown close with them Fallen out of love: What is that supposed to mean? Laughed until you cried: Every fricken day Found out someone was talking about you: Yup Met someone who changed you: I’m thinking of two lovely girls that I met that brought out who I really am Found out who your true friends are: If they are fake I typically sniff them out in the first day or so Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t have facebook or a boyfriend

GENERAL: How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: No facebook, remember??? Do you have any pets: A boy siemese cat named Chulin(chew-leen), a girl black cat named shadow, and an adorable boy rascal of a kitten named Oreo Do you want to change your name: Nope What did you do for your last birthday: I was at a swim meet with a whole bunch of older kids... What time did you wake up: 4:00 for swim, 5:00 for cross country, 6:00 for school, and when ever I wake up on the weekends What were you doing at midnight last night: Yelling at the wifi because it shuts off at 10:00 and my data doesn’t work past 10:00 anyways

Name something you cannot wait for: The day I finally get recognized for having two school track records/the day I can drive When was the last time you saw your mother: 30 seconds ago when she was yelling at me for yard work What is something you wish you could change about your life: I’d want some time to myself at home instead of only being home for breakfast, dinner, and sleeping What are you listening to right now: My mentally challenged mind Have you ever talked to a person named tom: My uncle who walked out on my aunt not too long ago Something that is getting on your nerves: School and my ablility to not be able to make anyone happy Most visited website: Youtube, pinterest, or tumblr Elementary: Lakewood High school: Tomball Memorial College: Currently looking at UT but I’m not set on it Hair color: brown Long or short hair: Long Do you have a crush on someone: Books or real life I’m not telling What do you like about yourself: I look fabulous as a trash can Piercings: None Blood type: B+(why) Nickname: I have a ton of nicknames but I’ll list a few: Chrisi, Pocket Rocket, Little Leprecaun, Princess C, Lightning McQueen, Speedy...(you get the point) Relationship status: Single Zodiac sign: Saggitarius Pronouns: she/her Favorite TV show: Currently Miraculous Ladybug Tattoos: NO Right or left hand: Ambidextrous fight me

FIRST ____: Surgery: Never Piercing: Best friend: @just-gimme-a-sec, @hufflepuff-dalek, @purplezeuspandas,  Sport: Well in total I’ve done 5 sports but I ditched soccer and gymnastics and currently do cross country, track, and swimming Vacation: I have no clue but I’m pretty sure that it was to colorado Pair of trainers: Pair of what???

RIGHT NOW ___: Eating: Mod Pizza

Drinking: LemonadeAbout to: Work on world geography maps

Listening to: Christina’s Favorite Artists Waiting for: My learners permit Want: Miraculous Season Two Get married: Sure? Career: I want to work as a director in film

WHICH IS BETTER ____: Hugs or kisses: Hugs for sure Lips or eyes: Eyes Shorter or taller: I’m short fight me Older or younger: Younger? Nice arms or nice stomach: Where is this going? Sensitive or loud: I’m a very noisy person Hook up or relationship: I want to be in control of my own life but I’ve currently regected every boy who has asked me out which is quite a few so leave me alone Troublemaker or hesitant: Ok stop

HAVE YOU EVER ____: Kissed a stranger: No Drank hard liquor: No  Lost glasses/contact lenses: No Turned someone down: As previously mentioned several Sex on first date: I’ve never been on a date back off you perv Broken someone’s heart: I’ve broken my own Had your own heart broken: As stated above Been arrested: No  Cried when someone died: Totally Fallen for a friend: Why would I tell you?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ____: Yourself: What ever you say Miracles: Me still being alive is a miracle Love at first sight: It can happen but idk Santa Claus: My cousins ruined my childhood Kiss on the first date: Take it easy Jimmy Angels: Am I one?(I do know a few kids named Angel)

OTHER ____: Current best friend’s name: Shout out to my Chemistry Clique but my besties are Rylan, Sabrina, and Vanessa Eye color: Boring brown Movie: I’ve never had a favorite just no scary movies plz

Well now you all can stalk me. Please don’t kill me. I’m going to go off and attemt to stop procrastinating now but it’s not going to work. All my friends have tagged me in this because I’m forever alone so I’m just going to tag @the-underdog-city @silvyyy28 and @alexjsb and who ever else is down

[bookreadalongs]

It Ends with Us

6/15 Sat I’m pissed I accidentally deleted all my thoughts yet again.

I talked about how it would be great around page 85 if the boy was Atlas at the party. I talked about the socioeconomic juxtaposition between the two guys and Lily are foils. I talked about cute thoughtful things.

102. Ellis. This was just the right book for me at the right time. Oh! I also talked about how I thought of course she’d end up with Ryle, and how it reminded me of the ask Reddit thread “Widows, if your spouse came back to life, would you leave your current SO”? Then, how the responses varied, but what I got out of it was that everyone needs a different amount of time to mourn. It’s hard to move forward after such a great love is lost. OH!

I talked about how my greatest epic love story was two people growing up together, changing and evolving next to each other and as they changed and grew, somehow they only become more and more perfect for each other. It’s epic and a dream because that’s just not reality.

If your deceased loved one comes back, who knows how suited for each other you’ll be anymore? At some point, you just have to live with the fact that someone new is your future.

And I talked about how it started with suicide so I was like maybe Atlas commits suicide?

I talked about how I was glad she didn’t have a secret this time and that maybe Ryle had a secret, but Atlas’s was already known. The whole thing about this book is the naked truth. The gimmick of some underlying secret grows old. I love it though.

I walked into horizon books three times today to read this. I ended up having to buy it. Tia asked again why I didn’t just get a kindle…I think there is honestly something subconsciously comforting about holding a book and turning the pages. It goes back to when I was younger and had so much fun reading. It really is just a comfort. I have tried to read before on a kindle and just am less inclined to read. Maybe that’s just times I don’t feel like reading. I’ve read many a book on this phone right here.

I don’t know.

I just love books. I’ll take them digital. I’ll read them too.

on the beach now. Had to say a few things. Like how one 129 I thought Atlas would own the restaurant. And how the minute he was introduced to now he's suddenly felt like the front runner. It's like the notebook. She found the perfect guy. Attentive. In love with her. Loved by the parents. Loaded with a good job...but he built a house for her. Or a restaurant.

148. I knew it. He fricken owns the restaurant and went to her table because he wanted to know if t was her 149. The broken unfinished heart on her shoulder that Ryle kisses is to commemorate Atlas 156: but I thought her dad beat him up and that's how that ended 167: all that time...she knew that rooftop with a house on it. She searched for the nearest rooftop balcony...for him. Then she found Ryle 158; I thought that was going to end with "just keep swimming". CHoover is predictable in a lot of ways, but puts in some weirdly predictable twists that are underwhelmingly perfect...not that I ever see her twists coming -gotta get that last journal 159. A reward. Like a garden 165...fuckin from Ohio. This book just reached for me at the right time I wouldn't have gotten it if any other book interested me whatsoever today 166: and that is the first time I've seen or heard fuckface used outside of talking about what Rex said 168. Now I'm just comparing everything to Atlas. He was her best friend. He should've married her. He created her perfect day nine years ago by being miserable...maybe perfect is an overstatement 184, frick is this the end of his career? 185: holy snap...I kind of thought it would be the army guy...I just...I didn't want it to happen this way...his brother commit suicide, didn't he? This is why Alyssa was concerned that he loved her...the secret unveils. 188, wow. This is good. Really good. Seeing the confusion and hope of such a distorted situation and mind...I like it 192, at least one chance at forgiveness? At least? Very unsettling... 193, a lie. 202, why do you care about what Atlas thinks so much? Please end up with him. This is my downfall. Believing in past positive experiences over present to predict the future. This is another instance where CHoover is impressive in imprinting me wanting something to happen while still kind of in denial that it will 204, she wants Lily out of a relationship with her brother...knowing it'll hurt him and he loves her...why would she want that? 208, she must've told him. They were best friends. That's the sweetest, cutest thing I've ever heard of in a book...they both came from abusivo households...I love it so much...surely as book lovers read this, she must end up with him, right? All of that after he hit her? People can't love Ryle more than Atlas...not by this point 210, she started counting days like she did for Ryle for Atlas. See, if Atlas werent the better one, I'd just sound so stuck in the past Guck she's talking about loving as adults and comparing...shit 213, when the timing is right I'm holding on to that 217, Deb and Flow from finding memo 218, plz tell me part one was Syle...Ryle and part two is atlas 221, crap...we'll..maybe they won't get along? The beginning of the end? 222, ah shoot 223, wait...plans like that for the future in a book are only to be broken 225, aww fuck. No...Atlas hasn't just been here, cruising. Being perfect for nothing 227, husband...something bad will happen soon. Obviously. Things are just too good. Maybe he'll hit her... 230, IRONY THAT HE WILL HURT HER FOR ATLAS TRYING TO PROTECT HER BUT T WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN I love this because it makes me feel like I need to reread this in a new light. Like, were there any signs? Maybe? Maybe this is just developed? Oh gosh...the back saying sometimes the people you love hurt you the most. Shoot I thought that meant they'd definitely be endgame after he pushed her the first time I thought he found the journals 236, she knows. She has to. Also I forgot to write it, but he killed his brother? Maybe? Lead him to suicide? I don't know 244, ...what the hell...crap nuggets...UHGGG -there wouldn't be this much book left without Atlas coming back though 251, he's so much of your life now...if you break up...I guess she has the business. Where the fuck is Atlas? 257. Emerson and Ryle weird fricken name 260, don't let him blame the scotch 261, oh my fucking God. It's done. I knew it! ATLAS PLZ COME LIKE THE SUPERHERO YOU ARE 264, the moment she cried her mom wouldn't walk away was when she saw her dad almost raping her. This is so creepy 266, of course he couldn't have ended up with her. This book is so positively acclaimed...it couldn't have been if she stayed with her abuser 270. His love for her is stronger than the anger 273, he has a garden...for her. He knew it was for her 274, what a change of events. Him giving her a home, maybe some clothes, maybe some food 278, he's still so modest I love him so much 283. This alone...is she suicidal? This is what Atlas hoped she'd never feel. Something something Atlas because finding thing AHHH IS HE A HUFFLEPUFF? 295, I now see how she needed to be the way she is. She's so brace opening that shop, countering expectations and cliches. Yet...she finds herself being a cliche in the end...she just sees the gritty parts of herself. She had to always be this brace, even now. This could spring up on anyone, this book is trying to say. She was smart in the relationship taking it slow and all...yet this still happened. How? Well, we saw first hand. Kind of. Even now, she's brave. Yet, as always, jaded. 301, "I know he has at least three friends" I laughed. I love it 303, the naked truth thing was cute and good and all...but...with someone who you love and supposedly loves you so much, you shouldn't have to ask them to tell the truth. That's what they're getting at here 304, the ghost in her life came back and she still wanted him. 309, that's why he exited the narrative physically for so long...and mentally Soft. Last time...Ryle was just hard 316, fuck. I just had that moment when I was like AH DERR. She thinks she'll get everything dirty because she is a gardener. AH DUH. 323, I like that. I really like that. This book...handsome successful men can do this. It doesn't matter what appearances they give to the outside world, to their inner world either. Yes. Even if he saw her in such a sticky situation, he never should have hurt her...mental and emotional abuse is next, right 326, yeah. Wow. She feels like her dad because...people can hurt people in different ways. It doesn't make things better 336, yo. Atlas made that decision Wow damn I love this book I am so fucking basic but I'm fine with it 360, me and feeing comfortable at work, then feeling very upset when Jim was sarcastic. Emily said a day later never to take anything he says seriously, but it hurt me. Just putting so much hope and comfort into any one thing hurts when it's ripped out from under you...getting too comfortable is dangerous 361. AHHHHHHHH IT ENDS WIH US DOESNT REFER TO HER AND ATLAS OR HER AND RYDER RYLE IT ENDS WITH HER AND EM. 362, BOYLSTON?! Been waiting for a sick Boston drop that I actually knew besides Mass hospital 367, AHHHHHHH 19:25

373. 1931. AWWWWW If an author loves you, you never die

[dutch-rub]

To My Dem Friends,

If one reads my previous note to my Democrat friends, I said who the Democrats pick as Democratic National Committee Chair (DNC) will have an enormous effect on 2020. I thought the Dems were being total nut jobs to put Ellison in that role. He is so divisive and will never build support in middle America. Yet he might win.

The last debate was today and it was less political than the Grammy Awards. It's too bad no one watched. You really need to watch this 15 second clip. It's exactly what I said even down to the bathroom example. 

The sad part is when I say it Dems thought I was being 'smug.' But when a gay DNC candidate says it it's 'wisdom.' Ditto for my advice to not get too cocky about Clinton winning when MSM media had her at 85%. Oh well.

I hope I've earned the ability to make this next statement (that might also initially come off as brash as the previous two). How did I know these things and 90% of the Dems did not? Let’s face it. I never had a high IQ and now with so many meds my IQ is likely average...if not lower. 

Answer: the main-stream-media really, truley is biased as all Hell. When Dems are watching or reading the news it’s only reaffirming what they want to hear. They think "It's on CNN and the NYT, so it must be true." Not necessarily. What they say might be true, yet the other side is not lied about, it’s just never even mentioned!

Ironically, biased MSM has actually hurt the Dems. It leads the left into a false sense of security. Then they wonder why they are in tears after election day. 

Dems take FOX pundits and use them to stereotype FOX News is ludicrous. I'll bet most Dems think Bill O’Reilly is a news caster. When Brett Baier was doing the news he was awesome. No snark...ever. He asked brutal questions to every guest. Face it, the only time liberals see FOX is when a pundit on MSNBC or Comedy Central take a clip and mock it. 

No snark. I wonder if the Dems realized that FOX News has more viewers than MSNBC, CNN and Headline News...combined, they might have not been counting chickens.

BTW, do you know how many Dems get their ‘news’ from Comedy Central and Colbert? They think that angle is true! Reason #28 why Dems lost.

Liberals have to ask themselves; Do I want to feel reassured or do I want to win? If you want the truth, ask me. I'll point you to the legit news sources. I’ll tell you if I think the GOP is off in the weeds. I didn’t vote for Trump .The articles might even be from the NYT...but articles that were printed on page B-17. (See the bias? They can say “we covered it.”)

I despise Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel but when he's right he's right. He hates moral victory speeches and doesn’t attend. He’s one of the few who knows they actually hurt the party. Want to win, read that link. And since Dems are becoming quite good at moral victory speeches these days, maybe I should buy that Domain Name. (OK, that was snark).

This DNC election next week will be so telling for you.

Another enormous story that is never covered in the news most liberals read. The immigrants in Europe refugees have been a disaster. All the liberals are making the biggest Mea Culpa of their careers. Politicians that outright mocked Poland for not taking more 'refugees' have pulled a full 180. Uber liberal German Chancellor Merkel (Obama’s mini-me) now is offering refugees cash to 'willingly' go back!!! How is that not news?

Oh, it’s from Breitbart so it must be fake...right? Did you check the sources that were linked in the article? Probably not. If so, you are making my point for me.

Since I have you this far out of your comfort zone, I might as well spill all the beans. 

The vast majority of these refugees are single males 20-40. Mmmm. Many of these ‘refugees’ are the same people who made their own country so bad that those citizens are now called refugees. Say what?

And now some German towns can't even have co-ed swim because of real mysoginy. Women are second class to these men and therefore, have the right to abuse them. If you deny that then you really have no idea what these Muslims believe.

Democratic women don't think a housewife in Indiana knows the hypocrisy of how the women's marches look the other way on this? Big error. Or the hypocrisy of the co-leader of that group not admitting Sharia Law is an atrocity against women?

How can Bill Maher be so brilliant to Dems...except when he's concerned that Muslims are different. He points out that a large mass of Muslims haven't assimilated into one country in 1,500 years. They demand everyone else assimilate to them. (Look at Europe right now!). Maybe Bill Maher’s advice should be heeded? He’s certainly not a hater.

How about if we cut right to the heart of it. If a traditional Muslim family moved in next door with female's faces covered anytime they are outside the home, would you allow your elementary school-aged daughter to play over at their house and hear how women are to serve men? Your daughter is single digits. Think before you answer. 

Muslims don't move here to become Americanized. They move here to get us to be like them. Not one other immigrant group has ever come to America with that goal. Let that soak in. Eery other group has come here to work hard, be free, and support the American dream. And we never asked any of them to deny their heritage....just respect ours.

I realize this is a tough one for many people to accept. MSM doesn't cover how bad this has gone in Europe. Muslim boys don't want to shake female teacher's hands. Luckily, some of Europe (finally) saw it for what it is and are demanding they assimilate or they can't stay! Netherlands now leaves the towns to determine if they are trying to assimilate. How is their Dutch coming along? Are they trying to know their neighbors a bit. Are the kids at least trying some after-school activities like soccer?    

But why haven't you heard of these stories? (not rhetorical).

Is demanding English be spoken in schools to the best of one's ability really racist? If an American on vacation gives birth to a child while in Europe, is it racist of that country to not give that baby immediate citizenship? If yes, it appears ALL of Europe is racist then. Who knew? We've been told by Dems they Europeans and Canadians are so 'advanced' than us stupid deplorables. (Dems laughed when Clinton said that of all Trump supporters. As an objective person I could not believe she said it!).

They’re on the coast. They hear news they want to hear and read the news that quotes people that think like they do. Many of you are in the thick bubble of Seattle and the Bay area bubbles...but you still think everyones think like you do. You have no idea what is happening in States you call the "fly-over states."

Fly-over States. Do they even hear themselves? That is so incredibly arrogant. It’s as bad as deplorable. The Dems did just that...flew over them thinking they didn’t matter. Yes, our self-talk matters. 

The Great Land of Myopia 

Democrats actually believe the "Women's March" was a 'grass roots movement' and represented all women. It wasn't an anti-Trump march funded by George Soros. Most Dems don't even know who Soros is...but they can tell me all about the Koch brothers.

And Dems wonder why Trump is picking the Supreme Court to last almost half a century.

If you want comfort and slow death, keep it up. If you want to win, then have a genuinely more liberal outlook. Be tolerant of other’s views. (The irony is so rich those words deserve a new font with drips rolling off).

Just scan the headlines on DrudgeReport.com once a day. Don't codemn Drudge as they simply aggregate news. Read what news organization wrote the story. It will blow your mind what stories are buried deep in the paper. Ditto for Zerohedge.com if one can look over all the finance news. (I give full credit to ZeroHedge contributors, not me, for letting me see the POTUS race was going to be fricken close).

Watch 13 Hours. Watch Ruby Ridge. They are not what you think.

Seeing liberals trying to teach people like me the Constitution is both thrilling and a bit humorous. Please read it. It's what our country is founded on. It's sad it only matters now. Admit it, Democrats mocked people who quoted the Constitution. But now it's their saving grace. 

If we can agree the Constitution is our rule-book, we’ll be more than fine.

Dems, want to help your party? Do not allow them to quote the Constitution and then not allow someone to even speak...let alone at a college campus no less! Or shout someone down. That makes Dems look like such losers to middle America. Because that's what a loser of a debate would do....stop debating.

Conservatives openly critique GOP all the time! Did you know there is a sub-group caucus in the U.S House called the Freedom Caucus? They battle old school GOP almost weekly. That's why they win!

The Dems shout down anyone who does not tout the party line, and that line is issued from the few elites. Notice Dems are run by the 1%. The irony continues. And the Dems get trounced in State legislatures and Governorships. 

If Dems want to win, they will tell the LGBTQ group to zip it and take a back seat. The Dems kow-towed to them and even let them tape tampons on GOP legislatures doors. I'm sure my 75 year old ‘Kennedy-Democrat’ mother was super proud of her party that day.

You let yourself be hi-jacked as no one had the courage to speak up. And why would they speak up? Their political career would be over within days. 

LGBTQIA...really? Every time Dems add a letter they lose one Senate, two Governorships, and 10 House seats. Can we stop already?

I've wanted to say this for a long time. Both parties have some real losers. But notice how quickly GOP gets out the garrote and gets them removed. While the Dems let them hang around forever. Please explain how the Dems even let Anthony Weiner back into his DC office after his sexting scandal? If that were a GOP he’d be told “We’ll mail you your personal belongings.”

The answer is the same people who defend movie directors who are rapists say "Well that's not as bad as when GOP Senator was looking for hookups in a bathroom stall."

The difference is one was removed from office that same day by his own party.

Have some standards that Democrats in ‘fly-over states’ will respect. 

If someone is defending Anthony Weiner, defending the IRS taking sides, defending the media for not telling both sides, defending the decision to allow only five security service (not even soldiers) to protect a United States Ambassador on 13 acres, in a country that was so dangerous that every other country in the world removed their ambassadors....that party will lose again and again...

Stop blaming the GOP, admit you’re in a bubble, stop the moral victory hoopla, and start winning. Rahm was right.

(the links are very relevant to prove that point)