#anyway your girl is gonna leave you for a haunted suit of armor'

[clonerightsagenda]

I feel like Lockwood and Lucy's dramatically opposing moral and philosophical perspectives on the major issue affecting their lives would continue to be a point of contention in their working and personal relationship but also if they had computers Lockwood would post 'AITA for hating my gf's friends (they are evil ghosts)' and get shredded by reddit for being another guy who can't appreciate the weird queen he somehow pulled.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being a younger Avenger and mentoring Kamala

Kamala Khan x reader

warnings: avengers game spoilers, guns

a/n: so excited about this one; i made y/n just a bit older (and gn!) so that they’re in their mid-early teens during a-day! hope thats okie doke! reader has electrokinesis. this accidentally got really detailed

prompt: anonymous: “Hey there! Would you mind writing HCs for the Avengers Game about female reader being a young Avenger (around 17) and mentoring Kamala Khan?”

you were just a kid yourself when you joined the avengers

and you were an inspiration to kids around the world

“does SHIELD think nothing of child labor laws?” -bruce

the avengers became your family

and seeing what you could do...they knew you could handle yourself

and then a-day happened

the day started off so perfect

and the kids went ballistic over seeing you

“y/h/n! look, it’s y/h/n!”

“can i get a picture?”

“hi, guys! of course you can!”

but there was one kid who stuck out among the rest

kamala khan

“you’re the one who wrote about the sewers, right? i freaking loved it! may i just say your art is amazing?”

“r-really?”

“oh, yeah! and the part where you had thor spin mjölnir to push water towards the sewer lizards so i could shock them? genius!”

she could not wait to tell abu about what you had just said

you obviously took a selfie with her and handed her a little pin with your own “icon” on it

but your world got turned upside down that day

the battle was one you’d never forget

and the fighting with your own teammates afterwards would haunt you for years to come

“what do you know, y/n?! you’re just a kid!” -tony

“oh yeah? im one of the only functioning members of this team!”

“everybody calm down. y/n makes a good point, but—” -nat

“thank you”

“...but there’s some stuff you should leave up to us. you really shouldn’t have to take on so much responsibility” -nat

“she’s right, y/n. this was our fault” -bruce

“are you kidding me?! i’m just as guilty as the rest of you, i’m an equal member of this team! for years we’ve dealt with this together, taken the blame together! what’s changed?”

“y/n...you saw what we did out there. that changed everything...” -bruce

you technically were an inhuman, just not terrigen-based

didnt matter to AIM, they took dr. pym for god’s sake

so you had to run, you were on your own for a while

a long while

you laid low for five years, most boring five years of your life

at least you still had your life, though. it just wasn’t what it used to be

but you got a message one day

“‘tiny dancer,’ huh? my moneys on either nat or tony. nah, tony would have chosen ‘rocket man.’”

you couldn’t be sure, maybe it was just a random shield agent...maybe hank pym? god, this was crazy

the message brought you to, uh, cap’s memorial statue

and there was a young girl arguing with a couple of boys...an inhuman!

you hopped in and saved her, she seemed scared

“hey, kid, you alright?”

“y/h/n? is it really you?”

she seemed vaguely familiar

“are you tiny dancer?”

“no, i thought you might be? they sent you here, too?”

there wasn’t much time to chat, AIM was onto you

you two unfortunately got split up for a minute, but you were practically raised by the notorious clint barton and natasha romanoff, and various other spies

yes, you planted a tracker on her

and met her at the bus stop!

“you found me?”

“that i did, kamala. see, i do remember you”

“that is so cool! i mean—not almost getting killed, or the guy with the big head...”

“what guy? you need to tell me everything”

the whole busride was a bit overwhelming. kamala explained the resistance clues, her powers, her undying admiration for the avengers, you name it

but it made you feel good to know that there were people out there that didn’t hate you

“so what was it like? being the teenage avenger?”

“uh, it was...it was really cool. i felt like i was one-of-a-kind. but sometimes people didn’t take me seriously, it was kind of aggravating”

“yeah, no one takes me seriously either...”

“you know, depending on how this all goes, i might be able to give you a few pointers”

“really?! that’d be great!”

once you got to utah...you saw the chimera

it brought back some bad memories, kamala could tell

“you okay?”

“me? yeah, im good. just thinking...okay, well, do you have a plan on how to get yourself across all of this?”

“actually, i do!”

it was kind of creepy in there, but when you laid your eyes on caps shield, you kind of broke

“do you hear something, what it that?”

“...hulk. kamala, you need to get out of here, i’ll catch up to you, i swear”

she didn’t leave in time, so she got to see the greener side of bruce. you chased him back and tried to get bruce back

meanwhile, kamala found AIM troops...oops

bruce cooled off and man was he doing rough

“y/n, is that really you?”

“yeah, its me. surprise. how long have you been the big guy?”

“too long...a few years”

“jesus, im sorry. i’ll be right back, though. some kid brought me here, i gotta go get her. you kinda scared her off”

she was passed out when you got to her

but bruce is a doctor, he’d figure it out

“i could give her a little shock to wake her up, you know?”

“oh, i know. just let her rest for a minute. she needs it”

“right...well im gonna take a look around, maybe go see what i left behind. i could power the place up, but we’re missing some parts to actually get this thing running. best i can do is lights and doors”

you turned the little things on and turns out did leave a decent amount of stuff in here

your first pair of pistols that nat gave you, the gigantic stein that thor gifted you for your 13th birthday, gadgets tony needed an “extra boost” for *bzzt*, a note from cap that just said “good luck, y/n, you’re going to do great!” you cant even remember what it was he was referring to. you just missed him

kamala walked in while you were shuffling around and cleaning the place up

“hey, dr. banner wanted me to come get you. is this your room?”

“that it is, and it’s a huge mess. this is literally all my belongings ever”

bruce had his plan and you just went along, helping kamala out as you go

“baby steps, kam, don’t want you to pass out. but don’t worry, happens to the best of us” -you

“really? you pass out too?” -kamala

“oh yeah, for sure. tell her bruce, remember that time we had thor overcharge me to literally make me an EMP? and tony was busy listening to music so he wouldn’t get out of the blast radius and his armor shut down? so he was out of commission and i had just collapsed from it all? good times”

“y/n, we thought you died” -bruce

this hc is so long omg — anyways you guys ended up finding tony and it was sort of entertaining but he kinda punched bruce and then hugged you

“you got so big”

“shut up, tony”

you kinda harbored some bad feelings since none of the avengers did anything to help you once they started rounding up inhumans (but you still missed them)

getting attacked again

“okay, kamala, remember what i said about baby steps. dont overdo it. i trust you with this!”

“thank you, y/n! uh—oh my god!”

aaaanyways you went to the ant hill to see hank and pick up some supplies, boy was it great to see some familiar faces, then back the the chimera you went to fix it all up

“can you hold that right there for me, kamala? thanks. i think that just about does it. now i have a surprise for you...your own room!”

you helped kamala get it nice and tidy while talking about each other’s lives, she really did remind you of yourself when you became an avenger. excited, scared, underestimated, all of that. and she begged you to share some mission stories, so you obviously did

“you know, if you stick around for a while, you’re gonna have some cool stories, too. maybe even a kickass costume.”

“oh! a costume, ive got that sorta covered. check it out. a burkini, muslim women wear it for swimming and stuff. my mom got it for me”

“love it. soon we’ll find you a fitting name and update the suit, but seriously, this was the perfect way to go. you look great”

“you think so? i don’t know if i feel that cool. maybe i should try something else?”

“if that’s how you feel, you don’t have to stick to it. you can experiment all you want! but i really think you did awesome on this. come on, pose with me! and hey, i like your pins.”

at this point, you’d do anything for kamala, she reminded you so much of yourself. you would have killed for a mentor your age back in the day.

natasha was in fact tiny dancer...called it

“oh, god, y/n. you’re all grown up...im sorry we left you alone. but if it makes you feel better, i always kept an eye on you”

“well, i kind of took on a protégé...she’s like your grand-protégé. kam, c’mere”

after thor finally came back, everyone started fighting again and ditched, it felt so familiar. but you couldn’t leave kamala behind, you swore to yourself that you couldn’t do that.

she was so good for this team

MODOK was defeated (by kamala herself) but there was so much left to do, tons of threats to extinguish, training to accomplish

“y/n, tony won’t turn his dad rock off! he overrode the speakers in my room”

“oh, it’s on. get chastity’s fabric dye and bleach pens. we’re gonna start some trouble”

she gave you a high five one time and nearly broke your arm

sending each other tiny hand memes

“hey, ms. m, how’re your parents? doing okay without their favorite super-daughter?”

“my abu doesn’t stop texting me actually, says my family is super proud of me. it’s a nice change of pace”

you take her on covert missions for field training, it was Educational(tm)

*elevator music playing* “so...what do you want for dinner? i was thinking we could ask thor to barbecue”

sleepovers in her room that just turn into her showing you her superhero merch, listening to music, prank lists, sneaking off to the HARM room for hand-to-hand combat training and power experiments, thinking up new costume designs

“tip: you always need backup suits, you never know what you’re gonna run into out there. one time tony pushed me into a tower of paint cans and they spilled all over me. steve yelled at him for two hours afterwards. worst mission ever, except steve said ‘motherfucker’ and i have never recovered from the emotions of that day”

“wow, i wish i could have been there for that”

“don’t worry, kami, you’ll see some crazy ‘team bonding’ along the way”

she geeks out about captain marvel sometimes

“hey, i’ve got a book carol gave to me about ‘teens taking responsibility.’ you wanna read it?”

“is it any good?”

“i don’t know, i only read the first two pages”

you ended up having a true heart-to-heart with her after one mission when she made a mistake that nearly cost you guys the mission. you told her that not every mission is going to go perfect, each avenger had slipped up in the field, and she had just started, shes not going to be perfect

“i am literally always here if you need anything. i know what it feels like to be a teenager among legends, but trust me, you’ve made it this far and you’ve proven how much of a badass you are. i know you can take anything that gets thrown at you”

kamala said she makes vegan nachos and yeah she makes vegan nachos

you guys have to hide from the rest of the team when she makes them bc they eat ALL OF THEM

gaff (the SHEILD vendor) has you test his gear, you recommend gear to kamala

you were so excited to guide kamala on her journey of heroism

taglist: @ravenmoore14 // @purpleskiesstorm //

[jdkloosterman]

Just to See You Smile--Ochako’s Story (3): Team Battles

This… can’t be right.

              Ochaco’s face was absolutely burning as she stared at what she’d taken out of the suitcase.  I said space-themed heroes! A spacesuit! Like Thirteen!

              “Yo, Ura, what’s taking so long?” The dangle-eared girl (Jiro?) called over at her. “C’mon!  Teach is gonna be upset if you’re not out there in time.”

              “Right, right…” Ura bit her lip, still looking at the costume. Perhaps it stretched, but it still seemed far FAR too small. This sort of thing couldn’t be practical for hero work.  It’d be like wearing a swimsuit!  People would be staring at her…

There was no help for it. Sighing, she started to slip out of her uniform.  Is my bra even going to fit in this thing?

#

              It did, and even seemed to hide the outline relatively well, but Ochaco kept tugging different sections, hoping to loosen it up, so it was impossible to be sure. Are they looking? Are they looking? They probably think I’m one of those heroes like Mt Lady or something! Oh my word why didn’t I just say I wanted a space-suit!?

              “Are you uncomfortable?”

              Ochaco looked up and saw cleavage.  She blinked.  “Um…”

              “Is it your costume?” the supermodel girl, Momo, asked.  “Did they not make it to your specifications?  They don’t allow for complete redesigns, but you could probably get it resized.”

              “Uh… well, I didn’t offer many specifications, really…”  Ochaco said, tugging under her armpit.  “I guess I just thought… I figured they’d choose something practical.”

              Momo snorted.  “Oh yes,” she said, “it seems support courses are full of people who prefer to take ‘creative licenses.’  They left this with my costume.” She showed Ochaco a note.

              Momo Yaoyorozu.  We reviewed your request for an open costume with exposed skin and came up with this.  It’s not quite like your original design, but we think you’ll agree that it’s cooler and sexier.

              Ochaco blinked at the note.  “…huh.”

              “I didn’t give them many specifications, but I noted that the back and midriff seemed like logical spaces to leave open for the creation of large items.”  Momo gestured at her front distastefully.  “How do they expect me to move in this?”

              Ochaco had to agree with that point.  In fact, looking about at the other kids, Ochaco felt a bit better about her own outlandish costume. Even the boys—one was topless, and another had a skin-tight bright yellow costume, like an overmuscled banana.  Iida’s armor at least looked practical, but the French boy was almost painful to look at, and Bakugo had some bizarre orange-and-black hair pieces that she couldn’t begin to guess the point of.  

              The whole thing seemed more than a little ridiculous, like wearing a clown costume to a war zone. Izuku, she noticed, as the boy ran out to join the others, had chosen a much more sensible outfit—not much more complicated than a hooded jumpsuit.  “That’s a great costume, Deku!” she grinned at him.  “Really down to earth.”

              Izuku rubbed the back of his head.  “It… my mom made it,” he admitted.  “Yours looks really… nice.”

              That was a relief, at any rate.  Ochaco turned, just in time to see All Might give Izuku a very strange look.  It quickly vanished, though.  “All right!” the pro hero called. “Today, we are doing team battles!”

#

              She watched as Izuku was carried off in a stretcher by the robots.  He really needs to do something about that quirk, she thought.  They’d won (Iida was sitting, crushed with shame, next to her, Bakugo fuming on the other side of him), but it’d been down to the wire.

              After getting their score and evaluation (Ochaco felt irritated at Momo calling her attack “haphazard”, but she couldn’t actually disagree), it was time to watch the others.  

              Mina skipped close to her.  “Excited to watch Shoto’s match?” she whispered.

              “What? Why do you ask?” Ochaco looked at her.

              Mina giggled.  “All the girls are.  Well, I guess Toru’s in the match against him, but it should…”

              “MATCH OVER! HEROES WIN!”

              Both their heads went up, just in time to see the building ice over.

              Ochaco blinked.  “That was fast.”

              “Awww…” Mina pouted.  “Oh well.  You’re up, Kirishima!  She gave the grinning red-head a high five.  “Knock ‘em dead!”

              “That’s the idea!  We’re the villains!” Kirishima smiled, moving out the door.

              “I told you we know each other from middle school, right?”  Mina said. “He’s really great.”  She leaned in closer and whispered, “anyway, don’t listen to Momo, I thought you did amazing against Iida!”

              “I shouldn’t have laughed, though, she was right about that.” Ochaco smiled at Mina. “I feel like I should be taking this stuff more seriously, really; it all seems like one big game sometimes.”

              “Eh, we’re in high school.” Mina waved.  “You need to have fun in high school.  I mean, once we start doing internships and stuff, sure, but at school you gotta take a moment to crack up now and then.”  She leaned back, interlacing her fingers behind her head.

              “You and Midoriya work really well together, Ochaco-chan,” a voice said.  Ochaco actually had to look down to find the speaker—the frog girl was crouching low on the floor, squatting on her haunches.  “Most people would have been only focused on their own fight.  You two were coordinating back and forth. Ribbit.”

              Ribbit?  Ochaco shrugged it off.  “Deku set up the teamwork, I just took advantage of his attack.”

              “You took advantage of it quickly.” Frog-girl said, stroking her own cheek. “That’s just as much part of teamwork as anything.”

              “Dude. Midoriya was a beast.” The yellow-haired blonde grinned.  “Dodging all around those blasts…!”

              “All Might really should have called off the match,” said the frog girl.  Her tone wasn’t accusatory or wondering.  It was calm, observant.

              “Was it that dangerous?” Ochaco looked at the others.

It had all been too fast to think.  One moment, they were running through the building, then suddenly Deku had tackled her, just in time to dodge the explosion.  They’d hit the ground hard, the heat had washed over them, and then Deku was pulling her to her feet by the arm, shouting at her to go-- Run on ahead, Uraraka, don’t worry about me! That last image of the scrawny boy standing between her and the maniacally grinning Bakugo had haunted her all the way up the elevator shaft.  She had kept telling herself to stick to the plan, to trust that Deku knew what he was doing…

She swallowed.  “He’d… Midoriya said Bakugo would focus on him… so we thought we should split up…”

“That was the right call.” Frog-girl nodded again.  “Bakugo seems too nimble to effectively gang up on.  You would have been in the way.”

It was a bald, tactless statement, and Ochaco blinked at the strange girl. She saw some of the others looking too—but no one disagreeing.  Apparently the girl had only said what the others were thinking.  But the girl herself hadn’t even looked away from the screens.  “Kirishima and Sero seem to do well together.”

              Ochaco hadn’t really been watching the screens. It looked like Kirishima was taking on the kid in the yellow muscle outfit, while the tape-boy (Sero?) had already ensnared the flocks of birds trying to attack the bomb.

              “Playing to their strengths while retaining independence,” the girl mused.  “It’s a flexible strategy, but could be exploited by a more coordinated team like yours. Too bad it looks like Sato and Koji aren’t that sort of team.”

              Sato. Koji. Sero. Ochaco repeated the names in her head.  People liked it when you remembered their names, but it took a bit of work. “You’re… taking this pretty seriously.”

              “Ribbit? Am I?” The girl’s large eyes blinked over toward her for a moment.  “I guess I don’t really know the difference. Tokoyami and I are going up pretty quickly.”

“Kirishima and Sero are really well suited to defense.” A bird-faced boy seemed to materialize out of the darkness.  “A devious stratagem, to use the tape as a net like that.”

“Sato could have charged right through them.  If Koji could’ve distracted Kirishima…”

Ocahaco felt her attention slipping as the others began analyzing the attack strategy of the boys on the screen.  She should be focused, she knew, she should be paying attention, like the others were, but she couldn’t help it.

It was weird, but she kept feeling it—the firm pressure of arms grabbing her around the waist, pulling her clear of the heat of the explosion. Surprisingly firm arms.  

#

              To Ochaco’s surprise, Deku disappeared soon after class.  Everyone wanted to talk to him about his amazing battle, the way he’d dodged Bakugo, all sorts of things that Ochaco had had no idea about, but he excused himself nearly immediately.  It was a pity, because the others had all decided to grab an after-school snack together.

              “A mochii cake? Is that all you’re getting, Uraraka?” The blonde boy (Kaminari, Ochaco reminded herself.) looked at her.

              “Um…” Ochaco hadn’t expected anyone to really notice. “…yeah.  I’m… um… I’m on a diet.”

              “Ah, right, that makes sense.”  Kaminari nodded.

              The earlets girl (Jiro) smacked him. “You’re not supposed to agree, moron.”

              “Wait, I’m not?” Kaminari looked confused.  

              Jiro gestured.  “Does she look like she needs to go on a diet?”

              “Well no, but…”

              Ochaco felt relief as the table started arguing about how to respond to diets. At least they’d forgotten about her meal plans. The mochii cake was honestly a bit extravagant, but after a look at the school’s lunch plan, Ochaco felt she could splurge a bit—UA had a remarkably affordable cafeteria. Probably due to Lunch Rush’s quirk… She shook the ungrateful thought away.

              “You have quite a formidable quirk, Uraraka,” said a voice.

              Ochaco turned. “Ah!  Thank you…” she struggled to remember the tail-boy’s name.

              “Ojiro.” The quiet teen did not seem put off at being forgotten.  “Mashirao Ojiro.  Does your quirk run in the family?”

              “Ah… no.”  Ochaco swallowed.  “No, my parents are… there’s not a quirk like that anywhere in the family.  It’s a mutation.”

              Ojiro nodded.  “How do you come up with your moves, then?  I’ve never heard of a quirk like it; there must not be a lot of examples for you to study.”

              Ochaco shrugged.  “I don’t really… come up with moves, I guess. I just use it for whatever seems handy at the moment.”

              “You improvise, then,” Ojiro said.

              “…yeah, that sounds right.” Ochaco nodded.  “I mean, I’m always looking for ideas—when we figured out my quirk actually was I started reading up on space and gravity and stuff so I know how to use it.  But I haven’t really thought of any combat applications.”

              “It’s impressive that you’re able to react that quickly,” Ojiro took a drink of water.  “I needed to practice a great deal before my reflexes were fast enough to use my quirk effectively.”

              “What is your quirk, anyway?” Ochaco asked.  She’d wondered if there was more than the obvious to this boy.

              “It’s just the tail.” Ojiro smiled.  “That’s all it is.”

              “…oh.” Ochaco wasn’t quite sure what to say.  “That’s… wow.” She blinked as the full implications hit her.  “Wait, so you smashed your way through the placement exam like that?”  She stared at him.  “You… must train a LOT.”

              “…I do.”Ojiro seemed to preen, just a little, before quickly re-composing himself.  “Many heroes do.  It’s not that unusual. Midoriya, I’m sure, must train extensively—he was able to fight Bakugo with almost no quirk at all.”  His face fell.  “Certainly he fared much better than I did against Shoto.”

              “Oh, but that was…”Ochaco realized she had nothing to finish the sentence. “…I mean, you couldn’t have…”

              “We were outclassed, yes.” Ojiro nodded.  “Hard work cannot always overcome raw power or an impressive quirk.” He played around with his glass.  “Good to keep in mind.”

              Ochaco looked at him for a moment more, then let her head rest against the table with a sigh.

              “Something wrong?” She heard him ask.

              “It’s just…” Ochaco waved.  “People here are analyzing and practicing and have names and costumes and moves all thought out and I… just…” she gestured.  “I mean, I didn’t even have a good idea for my costume. I feel like…” she laughed, sitting up.  “…I feel I’m just not on the same level with you guys.”

              “If you’re here, then you are,” Ojiro said. He smiled, almost to himself.  “I suppose I should keep that in mind myself—second-guessing whether one is ‘good enough’ to be here isn’t a judgment one can make.” He nodded.  “In a way, the school accepted us not even because of who we are, but who we could become.”  The nodding grew more pronounced.  “That’s a very good point.  Thank you, Ochaco.”

              Ochaco was confused.  “I didn’t…”

              “That makes me feel much better.” Ojiro drained the rest of his water.  He looked at her with a smile.  “I don’t usually talk this much to people I’ve only just met.  You’re a very easy person to talk to.”  He leaned closer.  “For what it’s worth, I didn’t put a lot of thought into my costume either, I just asked for somethin that would give me a lot of freedom to move.”

              Ochaco blinked.  I wonder what costume I would’ve gotten if I’d put that down.

[imaginetale]

Pls tell me about your genderswap skellies like what you have for names, what theyre like, ect bc while i love my bone boys, man if my gay ass dont LIKE SOME LADIES-

Buckle in everyone, its gonna be a long post

Also, quick disclaimer - while I won’t be writing anything but gender neutral and het reader characters, you all are free to do so with my ladies!

I’m still working on everyone’s personalities, but I can give you guys the basics, as well as my designs for them! Keep in mind, theses designs are very sketchy and some are on lined paper, not to mention that this is what they would wear underground, I haven’t yet drawn their topside fashions, but as I feel it’s important to the characters personalities, I will say what kind of things they would wear topside. Let’s get started with the one who started this.

Tinta! Aka lady Ink!

She’s bubbly and hyper and pretty much socially inept. Her back story is similar to that of canon! Ink, save for two things. One, she ends up regaining her SOUL (like the Ink I write) and, two, instead of getting “tattoos” from falling through the code, her bones splintered, leaving scars once she finally got them healed. She still suffers from phantom pain but usually hides when she gets a pain episode so others don’t worry. Whereas Ink has memory problems, she is rather intelligent but comes off as ditzy due to her poor social skills. She almost always wears fully covering clothing because she’s self conscious of her scars, but she loves Decora Kei fashion and will wear it if she can find a way to cover herself completely.

Side note, Tinta was designed for my own genderswaped self ship, and while I don’t mind her being shipped apart from that ship, please don’t ship her with Error, genderswaped or otherwise, as i am really squicked by that particular ship.

During the time that I made Tinta, @nighttimepixels started making her Lilytale ladies and I was inspired to make more than just Tinta, so I ended up starting with Underswap. Aside from Tinta, these ladies have the most development

This is Muffin. She is training to become a royal guard and wants to look adorable doing it. She actually wears full armor under her magical girl inspired outfit. She looks like she’s just goofing around, but when push comes to shove, she’s dead serious. She’s who you face during genocide and she’s just as tough as canon Sans, maybe moreso since she’s been actively training. She also uses her cute looks to manipulate others into doing what she wants and into underestimating her so she can use it into getting the upper hand if need be. She’s still a kind caring monster, she’s just not naive. She believes in others to a point, but if you pass that point, she knows there’s nothing more kindness can do. When she gets topside, she still loves dressing like a magical girl, but she leans more into general Lolita fashion and anything super cutesty, although she does like to secretly try out biker esque fashion.

Then there’s Honey Bun, or Bunny, as Muffin calls her. She is a nervous bundle of anxiety and self esteem issues. She pushes herself to the point of breaking to try to both not worry her sister and impress her. She attaches herself to the fallen human because she relates to them, seeing as she’s mute most of the time if her sister isn’t around. Even in the genocide route, she believes that the human can be a better person if they just try a little harder. She’s a worrywart obsessed with those huge twisty lollipops, which she sucks on when she’s nervous. Her fashion sense consists of comfy, easy to wear clothes like sweaters and sweats, but when she goes out, she just wears a lot of maxi dresses

Also, shes the only one with a canon sexuality. She’s bi!

Solena is like Sans but less nihilism and and depression. Instead she has intense paranoia and trust issues. I’ll admit from this characters till horrortale, I need to work on my ladies personalities. Topside, Solena, or Sunny, wears punny t-shirts and skorts, with toches of casual hipster fashion, dispite not really knowing what a hippster is. She just likes the look.

This gal is Papagina, or Poppy. Yeah, that’s all I got for her, she needs some work, sorry. I see her wearing super summery clothing 95% percent of the year, and mixing it with rock chic for the other 5%.

Scratch is a bad girl with a heart of gold but will vehemently deny it if its pointed out. She’s protective of her sister but will take every chance she can to tease and mock her. But only she’s aloud to do that, anyone else talks shit gets hit. She’s also extremely good with kids and teaches the kids in Snowdin how to fend off bigger meaner monsters. She actually has a secret desire to be a mother of a lot of kids, but will again deny it wholeheartedly. She and her sister become their Frisks legal guardian, as well as their universe’s Chara and Asriel (All of my versions of all universes have Chara and Asriel come back, because kindly screw canon they get happy endings now) because the King and Queen need some serious therapy before they can take care of their kids again. She’s super active as a PTA parent because of this. Topside, she wears biker chic and Hot Topic, as well as some punk mixed in

This is Slash and she holds the award for the MOST FRICKEN REDESIGNS WTF. I could not get her look down for the life of me. ANYWAY, she is Captain of the royal guard and only those with a death wish try her. She’s fiercely protective of the monsters she deems worthy of her presence, and this includes her sister, even if she busts Scratch’s chops every time she sees her. But, again, only she is allowed to do so, lest you become the next human shiskabob. On the surface she wears preppy clothes and tailored suits and, occasionally, rocker chic.

*Horrortale starts here, mentions of death and cannibalism*

This is Pumpkin,and She’s not exactly a fan of killing humans for food and unlike every one around her, never really got used to it. The guilt still eats at her. She’s got a box in her room full of tiny bits of the bones of her victims, that she promises herself that if they ever do make it to the surface, she’ll give her victims a proper burial. Her necklace contains the hand bones of her first victim, which she wears so she can remind herself of what she’s done and what everything important to her has cost. The ghost of her first victim still haunts her, but he’s actually become more of a friend than a poltergeist. Topside, she wears casual, nondescript clothing, still wearing her necklace underneath until she can forgive herself for what she had to do.

This is Candy. Candy never actually killed any humans while underground, although she did eat them. She tries to be kind to all the humans she.meets, because she knows what fate entails for them. They should have a friend who stays with them before they die, right? She usually ended up as the one who distracted the humans as Pumpkin killed them as quickly and as painlessly as she could. She tends to make her own clothes even on the surface.

And even though I won’t be writing her, have a genderswaped swapfell sans, or as I like to call her, Cupcake

[matsbarzal]

Vanilla Stage - Connor McDavid

Notes: you won’t get the title unless you read the entire thing sorry yall. but this ended up being longer than i thought, so here ya go!! hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: sex-related things

Request: Can you do a Connor McDavid one where you guys have been dating since high school and you already know all the guys and the wags. everyone thinks you guys are innocent baby's but then you go to one of there houses for a pool party and there are scratches all over his back and hickeys on your neck and boobs. And they tease you guys ????? You are an amazing writer.😁😁😁😁           

Everyone who looked at you and Connor always came to the same conclusion, you were the innocent, vanilla couple, who went apple picking and made apple pies in your spare time and did absolutely no sexual stuff, whatsoever. There was nothing exciting about you and Connor, you were quiet, usually grumpy, but happy, looking people. But, like any couple, you had your secrets.

Your secrets were all on display whenever an article of clothing was removed, ranging from bite marks and scratches, to hickeys that littered your chest and thighs, and scratches that ran themselves down Connors back. No one knew about these though, with Connor wearing under armor shirts unless he was in the shower, and you wearing scarves and high-necked shirts.

Originally, you were that vanilla couple that everyone assumed you to be, but over time, the inner freak comes out in everyone. Years of dating Connor had brought that side out of the both of you, and the marks flawing your skin were examples of that.

On the other hand, you were a shy person on the outside. You didn’t like people knowing about your personal life, so you sure as hell didn’t like people knowing about your sex life.

“Connor, are you serious? You knew about the damn party, but you just ‘forgot’ about it and decided to leave marks everywhere? That’s not funny!”

You slapped at his chest, an upset looking flowing across your face as you subconsciously rubbed at the hickey on your breast, even though you knew it wasn’t going to make it go away. You grumbled under your breath while trying to find the easiest bathing suit to hide the hickeys and marks that Connor had littered your body with the night before, but of course, you had none.

Feeling arms wrap around your waist, you went to swat at them, only for your boyfriend to grip you tighter. “Baby, it’s not a big deal, just wear a dress over them and say you didn’t feel like swimming today.”

“Con, all the girls will know right away that, that’s a lie. They’ll pester me until they figure it out.”

Pursuing his lips, Connor looked like he was in deep thought, but after a few seconds a dejected look fell across his face, “I think you’re outta luck, babe. If it makes you feel better, they’re going to see all the shit on my back and chest too, and you don’t see me freaking out.”

“That’s because you don’t care! It’s embarrassing; I don’t want people knowing about our sex lives, Connor.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), no one’s gonna care, I promise you.”

Spending the entire ride to Ryan Nugent-Hopkins house subconsciously rubbing at the hickeys on your neck didn’t help your nerves, whatsoever. If anything, it just made it worse. You tried to downplay all the anxiety that was currently rushing through your body, but you knew it wasn’t going to work. You were friends with all the girls, and all the guys were easygoing enough that you could have a conversation with them, and make a joke, which meant Connor and you were going to be the brunt of the joke for the entire party.

Connor pulled into the driveway, just as Darnell did as well. The three of you got out of your respective cars, Connor walking around the car so he could grab your hand and basically drag you towards his teammate.

“Sup, buddy?” The two teammates did their typical ‘guy thing’ as you liked to call it, while you eagerly checked your phone, hoping that by some miracle, someone would call you with an emergency so that you didn’t have to go into the party. But sadly, your phone remained dry, and your hopes low. Your thoughts were broken to the feeling of the defenseman pulling you into a hug, attempting to piss off his captain with the position of his hand.

“Move your hand, far, far away from my ass, Nurse.” Moving his hand away from your butt, Darnell pulled away to grin down at you. “Cute hickey, (Y/N), or is it a straightener burn this time?”

A few weeks ago when you had seen Darnell, he had accidentally walked into Connor’s house while you were trying to find a shirt that you had carelessly thrown somewhere in your boyfriends living room. And, with just your luck, he had made direct eye contact with all the hickeys littering your chest. You had made the dumb decision to tell him that they were ‘straightener burns’ just for him to laugh it off and make fun of you repeatedly for it, for the last few weeks.

“Fuck you, Nursey. Go inside, you Hammertown asshole.”

Darnell grinned at your words, proudly showing off one of his multiple ‘Hamilton pride’ shirts, for whatever sports team was now in Hamilton. You didn’t notice your boyfriend come up behind you until he placed his hand on your lower back, leaning down to press his lips against yours once Darnell finally walked away.

“Stop stressing, baby. No one’s gonna say anything unless they actually see them, so just make sure no one sees.”

Mocking his words, you tried to mimic him, just for him to pinch your butt, making you squeal and jump a little bit in the air. “Fuck you, Connor.”

“When we get home, babe.”

Connor walked in front of you, grabbing your hand and gesturing for you to follow him into the backyard of Nuge’s house. Your ears were almost immediately drowned with the sound of people yelling yours and Connor’s names, offers of beer and food being thrown around at the same time, Valentina Lucic ran towards you, eager to see her favourite ‘Auntie’.

You let her jump into your arms, swinging her around as she giggled into your ear and demanded hugs from both you, and your boyfriend. You hadn’t noticed that her hand was on the top of your dress for support, tugging on it to make sure she didn’t fall, until the loud sound of laughter came from beside you.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), were you mauled by a fucking bear?” A blush immediately dawned on your cheeks, a few people telling Ryan to watch his language around the children; well everyone else diverted their eyes to you, or more specifically, your exposed hickeys.

You let the little Lucic down, while quickly pulling up the top of your dress and attempting to get rid of the attention that was now solely focused on you and Connor.

“Shut up, Ryan.” You mumbled, walking towards the table with all the beer, hoping to drown your current nerves in the alcohol that was there.

Ryan’s current girlfriend appeared beside you, her hand gently grabbing your arm. “Don’t worry about him, (Y/N), everyone’s shown up covered in hickeys and stuff before, you don’t have to be embarrassed. Ryan just likes to tease you guys cause’ you’re so young.”

Laughing lightly, you nodded your head in understanding, “I know, I just… ugh… I don’t want anyone thinking like about mine and Connor’s sex life, you know?”

“Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. Everyone knows how vanilla you and Connor are, anyways, at least according to Nursey.” She winked at you, a large grin overtaking her beautiful features.

Pouting, you just glared at her.

“Connor, you’re captain, you can’t just not play. Captain has to play, and captain’s girlfriend also has to play, (Y/N).”

You could kill Leon, you really could, if glares could kill, he’d probably already be dead by now. But you knew no one was gonna let Connor or you live it down if you both opted out of playing, someone probably making up the joke that you were both too ‘boring’ and ‘vanilla’ to do anything that involved touching each other or other people.

One thing the team typically loved to do at pool parties was water fights, but not any old water fight, but it just had to be chicken fight. The team loved it, even though it was like someone got hurt every time they did it.

“I nominate McJesus and (Y/N) and Nuge and Bre!” The chorus of yeah’s and ‘me too’s’ followed Darnell’s nomination, as you and Connor looked at each other with a grim looking on both of your faces.

“Do we not have a say?”

“Nah, cap, start stripping my dude,” Darnell grinned as he informed your boyfriend to begin stripping, which Connor reluctantly did, revealing the surplus of scratches and hickeys that littered his body. You were normally pretty tame during the season, but with the fact it was preseason and you weren’t expecting the pool party, you had forgone the ‘tame’ behaviour the night before, which you knew was about to come back and haunt you.

“Holy fuck.”

“Jesus, McJesus, you need Jesus.”

Whistles and ‘holy fucks’ were the only thing that could be heard as both yours and Connor’s cheeks went a bright red, the two of you trying to ignore the jabs and teasing remarks coming from his teammates and their girlfriends.

You groaned as they all looked at you, smirks littering some of the guys faces who already knew about yours and Connor’s ways. You knew you weren’t getting out of this now, so you shyly pulled your shirt off your head, your own marks on full display for everyone to see and jab at.

“Oh my god, my eyes, my eyes! You’re supposed to be the babies, you’re not supposed to be like this! Make it stop Nursey, make it stop.” Ryan’s dramatic antics had everyone looking at you and Connor, wide eyes and laughter following his words.

“If I knew this was gonna be a show and tell, I would’ve told you to wait until the kids were inside. Thanks for the warning, Con.” Milan Lucic, the ever-so-amazing jokester said, as he jokingly covered his daughter’s eyes, a glint of laughter evident in his own.

You tried to ignore their remarks, walking towards Connor so you could wrap your arm around his waist, gently poking at the scars you had left on his back. “What happened to the vanilla sex we all thought you were having?”

Nuge’s girlfriend was back, again making jokes about the ‘vanilla’ sex. “Bre, we’ve been dating for like… 5 years, I think we got over that vanilla sex stage years ago.”

The girl laughed, nodding her head in understanding, “Hey, if it makes you feel better, Ryan’s still in that stage.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about our sex life to the kinky children over there!”

Both you and Connor laughed at the nickname, all your nerves going away at the fact you knew your luck had run out and you were going to be teased about it for ages.

“At least we’re not stuck in the vanilla stage, as you so like to call it, Ryan.” Chirping the guys had basically become a second-hand nature thing for you, it was easy to come up with a quick quip that would personally attack one of the guys.

“I retract my statement about you getting mauled by a bear, (Y/N), I think you are the bear. Look at poor McJesus’ back, your claws destroyed the poor kid.” Ryan quipped back, the attention now focussed on other things, not the mauling of Connor’s back, and the bruises littering your chest.

“Shut up, you’re just jealous that the so called ‘babies’ aren’t babies anymore, and are having more sex than you, old man.”

“I’m not even that much older than you!”

“Stop attacking my girlfriend, Nuge, or I’ll make sure you’re the first person doing suicides.”

“Shut up, bear attack.”