#be normal everyone ok be normal. be chill. do not make me bite people i don't want to bite anyone

[ratcandy]

ok fine temporary invite. because if i don't do it now i won't have time later/i'll forget/anxiety will bully me out of doing it. do not make me regret this or i swear to g

you have to react to the message in the rules channel to see the full server! just so no one gets confused when they see only two channels lmao

and if i noticeably messed anything up in the setup PLEAse let me know so I can fix it asap shdgkh

should i just throw caution to the wind and toss the server out here to see what happens

[greenunoreversecard]

HEYYEYHEY CAN I REQUEST LLOYD (ninjago) HEADCANONS PLEASEEEE (ty :3)

A/N: Ofc!I'll do general character ones, as well as x reader ones :) hope ye likey likey:pp

Lloyd, The Greenest and Geekest mf.

General character headcanons:

Half Japanese half Chinese

His hair is box blonde dye and you cannot change my mind.

Left handed

Severely dyslexic and hands off all scroll reading and just reading oriented tasks to kai.

Def gen z vibes. Like, the others give off more inbetween z and millenial, so they dont always get his humor. And sometimes he uses that to his advantage and "Speaks in code" (uses as much slang as possible)

Has LED lights in his room set to forest green.

Has given himself a smiley face tattoo.

Cried over a dead goose once.

OK, just to preface i see cole as a stoner of Sorts and uses the excuse "it gets me closer to my element"

With that in mind cole let lloyd try it and now sometimes when he is told to unwind, of feels like he needs to take a chill pill he and Cole spark up

in the beginning of his leader ship role, he used to Say;"kick ass and take names" and if things went wrong he had the fuck it we ball mindset, but got better with time. There are still times they wing it, though.

if he isnt in his gi he almost exclusively wears his pajamas (aka a Hoodie, tshirt and sweats)

Vv tired, and now has a raging addiction to energy drinks due to his lack of Sleep.

He used to eat worms as a kid bc he Thought he it was evil.

Has a eyebrow piercing, and wants a tongue piercing.

Wears "reading" glasses, that he should technically wear all the time because he can't see up close and has a astigmatism,, but he says yolo. Zane then make him contacts after he almost ran into a moving blade and got his head severed.

Adhd and OCD, as well as the normal line up (anxiety, depression, cptsd)

Lloyd in a relationship:

Hes very distant in the beginning, it'll take time to warm up to you.

He tends to be orage cat vibes.

On the cat trend, he gets close for a bit Before becoming distant. Going through waves of affection, kinda.

He hasn't had like, any good relationships in his life so he tries to "protect" himself when he feels he gets to close to you, and so he pulls away.

He does the fuckboy face when your sad bc it makes you laugh, as well as That weird dice roll

He actually does the face/dice roll combo whenever he Sees you as he walks over, it's an inside joke now

primary giving love language: acts of service and quality time

Primary receiving love language: gifts and words of affirmation. But physical touch is also high up there.

Also, not expensive gifts. He hates those. Give him a stick you saw on a walk that made you think of him. He'll cherish it forever. And maybe cry.

He will cry.

will make noises at you and expects a noise in response or he'll be sad.

Also randomly bites you. He's a nommer

also sends you memes throughout the day.

As well as random pictures with the caption;"BABY LOK THIS IS S. US IF WE WHERE *insert whatever item here*

Called you babe, baby, love, shitface, asshole.

Expect kind and loving gentle bullying.

Doesnt know how to express his emotions to just expect him to come up to you, lightly shake your shoulders and aggressively say;"I love you bitch.i ain't Evea gon stop lovin you. Bitchhhhhhh" (vine reference)

Sends you .5 of everyone, himself included. He's addicted to Taking them. You will not get out of it.

Also sometimes just walks around in nyas stilettos for fun.

You two have fashion shows.

You also take over the Living room sometimes and build giant ass forts to watch shitty reality tv in and make fun oF The people

Overall, once he realizes you won't leave he's the most funniest loving chaotic guy.

But expect it to take a hot minute for him to realsie this

give him time,, but also have some deep talks..

Let him vent

and for the love of God don't hurt the baby's heart.

Expect inside jokes

[yuri-is-online]

List of characters that i think smoke a lil weed:

Riddle. He needs to chill the fuck out. I don't think he'd be able to handle smoking though, physically or mentally, so like. Trey should maybe slip him a strawberry tart with some ganja in it

Cater. Let him find the will the live and spiritually high five Morgan freeman or smth idk

Ace and Deuce. Another day, another heart attack cause Yuu got into a situation again

Trey. Partially because we both know damn well how stressed he is on a daily, but mostly because I just want the strict "Rule Following Dorm" to just be chalk full of stoners. Never let them know your next move! 🤙

Ruggie. He deserves it. Weirdly enough, he actually preforms better at his jobs when he's high as balls (this is based on one of my brother's. He can't drive for shit but he can smoke a blunt and then suddenly he turns into a chauffeur???)

Jade. I don't think he would need it or even really feel a desire to do it; he just wanted to know what it felt like the first time he did it, but then Yuu shotgunned him once and now he's much more willing to smoke. Probably makes the best food ever when he's high

Jamil. Look me in my eye and tell me he doesn't need Marijuana like a white mom needs a live laugh love sign. You cant. He can't do it too much though cause whenever he gets high he ends up just. Melting into his floor and stares at the ceiling for the next few hours and he can't do shit.

Kalim. He wants to be included. Also I think he would be a crier cause Lord knows he needs a good sob

Epel. He'll do just about anything if he thinks it'll make him cooler, and in his mind, weed is pretty cool. It is significantly less cool when he starts coughing like he's trying to puke out his organs though.

Vil. I don't really know why, he just would. He wouldn't smoke it though. Probably just eat an edible, and not the normal ones like a brownie or a cookie or some type of sweet, nah. He's going for the peanut butter. "Vil why is your peanut butter green?" "It's made with pistachios" "Ok but why are your eyes so red" "it's windy out here". He's so good at lying through his teeth when it comes to this but come on! He needs a break! Let him do this or he's gonna bite neiges head off!

I dont think Rook would. I don't why for this either, it's just the vibes. Rook is staying sober.

Idia tried it once to see what the hype was about and started choking. He's one if those people who isn't affected by Marijuana so he didn't really do it again. Until those cotton candy vapes came out and then he tried it again.

Lilia. I don't think I have to explain this.

Yuu. They were the one that got everyone else smoking. The probably grow it in their garden and tell people it's mint (also inspired by my brother). They're stressed constantly and making out with their boyfriend doesn't always take that stress away, so why not make out with their boyfriend, but high.

Honorable mention: Sam! He's just cool like that.

Honorable mention: Chen'ya! Cause I feel like he would.

I know nothing about smoking weed because the smell makes me kind of sick so I will take your word for it that this list is accurate. I do know a decent bit about drinking vodka straight from the bottle so allow me to give you my list of people who I think would do that:

Crewel- i think he's a cocktail guy but sometimes he just doesn't have the patience. He also has a big bottle of absinthe for emergencies. It's been getting a work out with all the overblots this year.

Lilia- used to back when he was traveling the world, nowadays he prefers not to so he can set a good example for Silver. Probably sticks to weed since it's more natural

Floyd- I feel like he makes those toxic jungle juice mixes that you can't tell the alcohol content of for "funzies" but then refuses to drink it himself and just drinks it from the bottle.

Epel- again he thinks it makes him look cool. He hates vodka because as a proud citizen of Harveston he strikes me as more of a cider guy but he still assumes he looked cool.

Sebek- he did it on a dare and he hated every second of it.

Ruggie- he does the thing where he gets cheap vodka and puts it through a brita filter to make it better.

Leona- he is too lazy to get himself something better. Do you think he smokes weed or sticks to catnip? And if you asked him that how loud do you think he would laugh before trying to beat your ass?

Yuu- at all times they look like this to me:

[brienneoftarth1989]

Undercover Part 3

Miranda Hilmarson x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: It was Miranda’s first day in your gang and you were teaching her the ropes. She was very nervous but you just put it down to the fact she was working for the most powerful gang in Sydney

Warnings: threatening, torture, violence, gangs

Requests open

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Today is another brand new day and you were slightly excited about your new recruit starting. Normally you would put training the new recruit on Raphael because you didn’t want to do it. However this time you actually wanted to be a part of the training.

Was it because you thought Miranda was attractive or was it something else? Who knows but you were going to find out on this journey ahead. You were currently sitting in your office trying to work out the plan for the day and what was going to work best in training Miranda.

You jotted down some notes in your notepad highlighting some stuff that you knew you needed to go over with Miranda. You also found yourself clock watching until Miranda got in which was only making the time drag even slower.

After a while you had done everything you needed to do in your office so decided to make yourself a coffee as you definitely couldn’t start your day without caffeine. You grabbed your ‘world's best boss’ cup before pouring yourself a coffee.

It was only going to be a waiting game from here so you went back to your office to enjoy your coffee and watch some Netflix on your phone. After a while of just chilling with your hot drink you finally heard someone knock on the door.

You looked up at the clock to see it was 9:00. Shit where did that time go? You thought to yourself. “Come in” you shouted from the other side of the door. You watched the door slowly open before revealing a very shy Miranda.

“Oh come in Miranda. Don’t be shy. I don’t bite” you laughed as you encouraged her to come into your office and take a seat to which she complied. “Don’t worry! Your first day will be piss easy plus you’re going to be spending the day with me. I won’t be asking too much of you straight away. Today I will give you a little tour of the place and get you started on some little jobs around here” you told Miranda before sitting back in your seat.

“Before we start, would you like a coffee?” You asked Miranda. “Oh no I couldn’t. Thanks for the offer but if I have coffee you will have to peel me off the walls'' she said as she let out a small giggle. It was infectious and you couldn’t help but to let out a little laugh as well. Jesus what was the woman doing to you?

“Well let’s start this tour then” you said to Miranda before standing up and getting ready to show her around the place. She stood up immediately waiting for you to show her the way. “Ok so this is my office which I know you're already aware of. If you can’t find me I am normally in here. Also speaking of not being able to find me, here” you said as you tossed a burner phone over to Miranda.

“That has everyone’s contacts that you need including mine. Think of that phone as your business phone and you shouldn’t use it for anything else. We don’t want to be leaving a digital trail for the cops do we?” You laughed slightly.

Miranda just looked tense before she let out a shy little laugh. It must be down to nerves. Hopefully she will snap out of that quick as you can’t be dealing with a ticking time bomb on your hands. “Come on. Let’s go” you said as you left your office.

You took Miranda around the base showing her all the important places that she would need to remember and you made sure to show her everywhere.

“Ok so this is the main hangout area. This is where we load up the cars mainly but a lot of the lads like to chill around here for smoke breaks so it has turned into the main hangout. There are benches and tables in certain corners. Feel free to do what you like there. Some people eat their food. Some like to play card games and make bets. You will find your friends in this crew. Trust me” you said as you walked through the hangout.

That’s when you caught Raphael out of the corner of your eye. “Raphael! Over here” you shouted. “Coming boss” he shouted as he made his way over to the both of you. “I know the two of you have already met but I want you to have a more formal introduction. This is Raphael. He is my right hand man. If I’m not around Raphael is in charge so you listen to him. Is that understood?” You asked Miranda.

“Yes y/n” Miranda responded. Raphael cleared his throat before talking. “Don’t be so fucking disrespectful. You respond with ‘yes boss’” Raphael shouted. You watched as Miranda jumped out of her skin. You quickly interrupted before things got too intense. “Actually Raphael I said that Miranda could call me y/n” you told him.

You watched as his face went bright red. “Sorry boss. I didn’t realise” he said, looking at you before turning to Miranda. “Consider yourself very special Miranda. The boss doesn’t let just anyone call them by their name, especially newbees” he smirked looking between the two women.

“Come on. Let’s continue this tour” you said as you made your way around the large building. “Sorry about Raphael. He can be very protective of me sometimes” you said apologising for his behaviour towards her. “If you don’t mind me asking, why is he so protective of you especially as he seems old enough to be your father?” Miranda asked. You took a deep breath at the thought of the subject.

Miranda could tell she had touched a nerve. “Sorry if that was asking too much. Don’t feel like you need to answer that question” Miranda said, trying desperately to change the subject. “No, no it’s fine. Really” you told her.

“My father was originally the leader of The Wildlings. He was unfortunately caught by the Feds which led to a death sentence. I was 10 years old when he died. I never even got to say goodbye. Raphael was my dads right hand man and my dad made Raphael promise to look after me and help me run the gang and that’s exactly what he did” you told Miranda trying your best not to show too much emotion.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. It must have been tough on you!” Miranda said to you. “Yeah. I never even wanted to take over but when he died this was all I had left of him and I wanted to be with him as much as I could so I took over” you told Miranda as you continued to show her around.

“So what did you want to do?” Miranda asked. “I wanted to be a writer. I do write in my spare time but I wouldn’t dare try to get it published as I’m scared it will get me caught. You should read it some time. Some of my crew love to read some of my stories” you said smiling at Miranda.

“Yeah I would like that” Miranda responded. You continued to show Miranda all the important rooms in the building leaving the worst till last. “So this is my torture room. Unfortunately it does get used more than I would like but if people didn’t get on my bad side then it wouldn’t happen. Hopefully you will never find yourself on the other side of this door” you said laughing trying to make a joke out of the situation.

“Why don’t you show me what’s inside?” Miranda asked somewhat curious about what was on the other side. “Normally I would but it is currently occupied. I’m waiting for them to go insane as hopefully they will tell me what I want to know” you said pulling Miranda away from the door.

Miranda didn’t respond. Probably because she didn’t know what to say. “Well that’s the tour over. So let’s get you started on doing some jobs for me. Nothing too complicated today. A couple of the trucks have come back from doing some drug runs so the whole car needs to be cleaned inside and out. We need to make sure no evidence is left behind. All the equipment you need is by the trucks. Any questions you have can be diverted to Raphael but if you really need me I will be in my office” you told Miranda.

“Understood y/n. I will get started on that straight away. What happens once I’m done?” Miranda asked. “Oh don’t worry there will be more trucks coming back this afternoon so you will be spending most of the day cleaning. Shift finishes at 19:00 so about 18:50 start wrapping things up and you can pick up where you left off tomorrow” you told Miranda before leaving her and heading to your office.

You made your way to the office before looking out of the large window that looked down into the large warehouse. Raphael caught your gaze and winked at you. He could tell you liked Miranda. You just hoped that maybe she felt the same way. You didn’t want to get caught by Miranda so you made your way to your desk to get on with some paperwork.

Back down on the warehouse floor Raphael turned to Miranda. “You know she likes you,” Raphael told Miranda. All Miranda could do was quickly snap her head towards him. “Really? Are you sure you are not just imagining it?” Miranda asked genuinely confused if you did like her.

“Oh she definitely does. The boss doesn’t let anyone call her by her name and she sure as hell doesn’t always keep glancing at her crew. She definitely does like you. So I’m warning you now. If you two become serious don’t go breaking her heart as we will break you” Raphael threatened

“Don’t worry I won't hurt her, Raphael. That would be the last thing I would want to do” Miranda told him, trying her best to get on with the task at hand. “Good” he responded before getting on with his job.

Shit this was the last thing she wanted to do!

[dykevanny]

haz i know absolutely nothign about zeno rpg but ur zeno au has intrigued me and im curious about it,,, i saw smth abt like. meomory loss and being handcuffed together and ik they eat ppl but thats it 😭 explain the au if u want ig bc im interested and i think thye look so silly. also bc u put vanny n will in my brain and they wont leave im shooing them with a boom and they are not moving

OK LET ME GET THE INFODUMP<3

So ummm Zeno au<3 I’m really normal. Allow me to give a brief explanation of what Zeno is first You see, Zeno is a fictional disease sort of thing that makes people cannibals. Specifically an oneset is caused by traumatic events/extreme cases of unrequited love(specifically mostly familial) and the only cure is eating the flesh of someone else with Zeno.(not widely known.) It’s also transmittable through biting like zombies. there’s one specific facility with scientists dedicated to getting to the bottom of how to cure zeno, also housing ‘patients’ (or, people with zeno being used as lab rats). Now onto character lore.

So william and henry were good friends right. Yeah. Considering that they even have a small diner together. Well one day will got zeno (oh no!) and started slowly picking off kids going to the diner. He even accidentally attacked Charlie, who escaped in one piece luckily. Charlie went to the afton household to see if he was doing okay (because will’s like an uncle to her and all! And also what if everyone else got hurt?) only to find will ate them all oops. And yeah same happened to her, but since he transmitted zeno to Charlie he was cured! How convenient! The people in charge of the labs ended up roping him and henry into being scientists for them through shady shady means and well the two aren’t on good terms and avoid each other like the plague. Henry’s still sore over the ‘you ate my fucking daughter’ thing. Luckily he has his assistant/the archivist (tape girl) to keep him company. So Vanessa right! Crazzy I know. Nessa as we know comes from a broken family. In this specific au I’m mixing her backstory with the character who’s place she’s taking (hi kuro) so basically her parents. Neglect her. In favor of her younger sibling because she was born from her mom’s affair and blablabla… she grows up basically taking care of herself. Eventually she develops zeno and starts you know. Killing and eating random girls as you do. When one night she comes home and is confronted by her parents about this!! And well you can guess. What happens to them lol. She gets captured and taken to the zeno facility where she’s specifically studied/talked to by William! They’re funny bc nessa hasn’t had anyone willingly spend so much time around her and be so nice to her. Will … well she’s a specimen to him lol. Since being cured himself zeno has been a subject of interest to him, he’s thrown himself completely into his work (under the guise of feeling soooo guilty for his actions which henry can see right through) and well. He’s realized the consumption of human flesh has something to do with it, since eating Charlie cured him. So he’s been …. Robbing the morgue/killing people when needed to feed vanessa every time they meet. Which, she’s more docile when she’s not hungry so it kind of works but she’s not like cured you know. It has the side affect of her being hungry when it’s time for someone to chat with her though which was funny the one time henry had to go in will’s stead cause he offered her a granola bar and she was like 😐 ew.?? Anyways will has gotten her total trust because he also plays board games with her yay!! He’s the only one not enforcing the whole straightjacket-dog muzzle combo also so she’s like woah !! He sees me as another human unlike these other guys :DD (needless to say zeno patients are not treated very humanely.lol) there was also one time tape girl had to be a substitute for william but nothing of note happened they just kinda chilled and ness threatened her in a backhanded and mildly gay sort of way.as you do.

Anyway yeah so basically Henry’s been experimenting with treatment through amnesia and totally surely unrelated note at the actual start of the story, Will and Nessa wake up in a strange room with no clue who they are or how they got here, and have to navigate the now bloody and corpse-strewn facility while handcuffed together with nothing to guide them except each other and the only clue to their pasts is tampered resumes which effectively switch their backstories!! Nessa is under the impression that she’s the scientist (the whole cannibalism part was left out) and she thinks William is the serial murderer/cannibal. Which was funny cause she read her own resume like wow… I’m kind of a big deal huh :) and then read Will’s like ERM.OKAY… Will didn’t read either of the resumes. Also tape girl gave everyone code names and said code names were swapped on the resumes also! So ‘bonnie’(nessa) and ‘vanny’(will) are just kind of cluelessly walking around like damn this place is really… corpsey:) until henry starts showing up and trying to kill them (he contracted zeno big surprise) and also tape girl (assumed dead) shows up sometimes just to see how things are going. Lots of shenanigans and also murder ensue.

The game also has multiple endings so. sometimes nessa ends up killing william lol. Intestine jumprope…. … ……… Also side note.will found out it’s specifically zeno infected humans that need to be fed to patients to cure them but kinda. Didn’t cure nessa on purpose<3 because she’s sort of entirely dependent on him in this way and she’s kind of his only friend.the same way he’s her only friend……wacky wild!

Tape girl is having a fucking.day. Because henry mentioned he was going to do something but likeee. She didn’t expect to be caught in the crossfires of a HUGE MASS MURDER CANNIBAL EVENT.AS LIKE ONE OF THE 4 PEOPLE STILL ALIVE IN HERE,.. once he chilled out henry explained himself and she agreed to help out (she also decided to distribute some of her recorded notes.just for fun…after the two get separated for the first time ‘vanny’ listens to them and is like woah… i was a patient here⁉️ And bon was my unethical doctor⁉️⁉️ which is funny) but like. She is the only one NOT infected in here and would like to keep it that way so she’s having quite the time. Seeing vanessa walking around unrestrained keeps jumpscaring her LOL. Once ness’s zeno symptoms start returning well ofc will as the only one she’d encountered here who she cares about is the first target but tape girl nearly gets chomped too lol.

Zeno has an interesting affect on the subjects mood which is funny. Basically when an oneset happens and the person with zeno is running around eating people they’re in a crazed manic state which. Is really fun.will and nessa are wandering around handcufffed and he’s like uhh bonnie you okay cause her facial expressions.well they went from the example on the left to the one on the right.

It’s funny bc. The memory erasure actually technically did work… her symptoms only started returning bc she got bit LOL

Pre-the amnesia incident the other three’s interactions with vanessa were pretty.limited. Considering she’s theeee most dangerous patient. Will talks to her for like an hour daily but Henry only really knows her as ‘william’s mutt’ (he was especially not a fan when he found out will had been FEEDING HER HUMAN FLESH.) and tape girl is afraid of her but also. Kind of endeared from their two in person interactions. The second one in which vanessa tried to convince her to let her cannibalize her but hey she was very polite about it..!! Henry and tape girl are both shocked and stunned that she’s actually pretty chill when she’s not insane and eating people.

TL;DR

^these fuckheads are almost all cannibals and beating each other up forever

[sl-newsie]

Halloween Luck: Peter Parker x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Summary: Peter sees an old classmate taking her little brother trick-or-treating and joins them dressed as Spider-Man to give them protection… and to maybe ask her out. (Set after NWH).

Christy's POV

“Charlie! Are you ready yet?” I call from the bathroom. 

“All done!” Charlie runs in with a proud smile and shows off his costume: the web warrior himself, Spider-Man.

I finish my skeleton makeup and bend down to give him a hug. “You look fantastic, Charlie! Ready to get some candy?”

“Yeah! Do you think we’ll see Spider-Man tonight?”

It makes me smile how his excitement is not behind wanting to go trick-or-treating, but instead of wanting to catch a glimpse of the arachnid superhero.

“Maybe. It’s gonna be a busy night for Spider-Man. So let's focus on trick-or-treating for now, ok?”

Before we leave I pop in to check on dad, who’s still reviewing documents for tomorrow’s trial. Mom’s still working the late shift, so (as usual) I get to take Charlie around the neighborhood. Guess that’s what happens when your parents are a nurse and a lawyer.

“We’ll be back at 9,” I say in a soft voice.

Dad doesn’t even look up. “Have fun, kids.”

I bite my lip and walk back down the hall to Charlie, who’s looking out the window.

“It’s a full moon! We won’t need flashlights!”

I shake my head. “You know the rules, Charlie. We always carry flashlights.” Over my dead body will I let my little brother become a victim to whatever thugs are out there.

We skip down the stairs and as soon as Charlie sees the Halloween activity buzzing down the street his eyes light up.

“Look, Christy! There’s a giant pumpkin!” He points over at a massive Halloween display, one that the Police Department puts up every year. This year they’ve added a giant pumpkin with disco lights.

“We’ll have to tell Chief Snyder he made a good choice. Now let's get some candy!”

Charlie squeals and starts racing down the street, dragging me behind and making me nearly trip over a jack-o-lantern. 

“Charlie, slow down! We gotta stay on this street-!”

But it’s too late. Charlie’s pulled us into a dark alley, the very place I did not want to go, and we’ve already caught the interest of a typical druggie.

“Hiya, kid. Why don’t you and the chick hang with me for a bit? I got ya something even better than candy.” I can’t tell if he’s stoned or if his voice is supposed to sound that evil, but it’s giving me chills.

I pull Charlie closer and start leading him away. “No thanks, we’re fine.”

But the creep stands up and pulls out a knife, making my blood go cold. “That weren’t a request, sweetheart.”

Peter’s POV

I gotta admit, Halloween is definitely my favorite time of year! I mean, people wearing masks and it’s normal? Spider-Man blends in no problem! Unfortunately it means I have to be on night patrol to keep watch for out-of-hand Halloween mischief, but it’s fun to see everyone all dressed up. It’s 8:30 and it’s been quiet, making me hopeful that I can clock out early. But I guess that’ll have to wait, ‘cause right now I’m about to stop a mugger who looks way too greedy for more than candy.

“Hey creep, if you want candy you gotta wear a costume!” I call as I swing around and web him up against the wall. “Don’t worry, you won’t be hanging for long. The cops are about to join the party!” The criminal squirms under the webbing and I quickly usher the two bystanders out of the dark alley, and it’s then that I realize I know who the skeleton girl is- or at least, used to know her. After the whole mind-erase scenario it’s kinda hard to remember that no one knows me. I think her name’s Christine- she was in my microbiology class. And if I remember right, she’s really nice. Last I knew she was going to college to become a nurse. Maybe-

No, no! Don’t get your hopes up, Parker! There’s a reason nobody’s supposed to know you, remember? 

But I can’t help it. It’s been almost a year since Dr. Strange casted the spell, and I can’t help but feel lonely being by myself in my cramped apartment. I’ve kept tabs on MJ and Ned, and they’ve been safe and well without me to ruin things. But knock on wood the past year’s crime rate has been slow, and going on a small date with someone can’t be too risky, right? Christy may not remember me, but maybe she’ll still like me? But I can’t say anything now, first I gotta get outta this suit.

Christy’s POV

Of course I’d seen Spider-Man on TV, but never have I thought that I’d actually get to see him face-to-face. My nerves clench just at the thought of it. Not because I think he’s the reckless weirdo that Jameson makes him out to be, but because meeting the marvelous hero seems too good to be true. 

But of course Charlie can’t help but gush all over the situation.

“Oh my gosh! It’s Spider-Man! I told you we’d see him!”

“Y-Yes, but I never thought it'd be this close up…” I stick out a shaking hand and try to seem polite. “Pleasure to meet you. Th- Thank you so much for saving Charlie, he means everything to me.”

“You were in danger yourself, miss.” The masked hero jumps down from a lamppost and shakes my hand. God is this real? “I’ll escort you both back to safety, ok?”

I can’t find words, so I just nod and allow him to lead us back into the street. When we’re once again surrounded by fellow neighbors I turn to say one last thank-you to the mighty Avenger.

“I know tonight must be busy for you, so thanks so much for looking out for us, for everyone. I know you’re not a menace, and I really wish others would see that too. But I won’t distract you any longer, I can get Charlie home from here.”

Spider-Man hesitates, then shakes his head and chuckles. “Actually the night’s been pretty slow. I’m just happy to be of service! Thanks for the support, I really appreciate it.”

Charlie giggles and holds up a pen from his bag. “Spider-Man, will you sign my mask?”

I imagine the masked hero is smiling under his mask because he gladly takes the pen and signs Charlie’s mask, making my admiration of him grow even more. When he’s finished I hold up a Snicker's bar from my candy bag.

"Here, it's the least I can do for how much you do for us."

“Wow, thanks!" He takes it and gives Charlie and me a salute. "See ya around the neighborhood!”

After he’s swung off (wow, just- wow!) I grasp Charlie’s hand and start leading him back home.

“Charlie, could you please not tell Mom or Dad about that? They keep a tight leash on us as it is, and I actually wanna be able to avoid being trapped at home any more than I have to.”

“I promise!” The boy chants in a singsong voice as he admires his signed mask. “This is the best Halloween ever!”

I squat down and give him a big hug. “Glad you had fun, kiddo.”

“Excuse me, did you drop this?” Someone behind me asks.

Turning around, I see a stranger wearing a navy coat, jeans, sneakers, and a patterned stocking cap. What sets him apart is his boyish face, one that holds an aged and mature expression, as if he’s a young adult with an old man’s wisdom. A look like that makes me think he’s been through a lot, but I don’t feel threatened. His soft brown eyes give promise and comfort that I decide to trust.

A stranger… yet why do I feel like he’s not? It’s strange but the man seems familiar, like an old friend. I get so lost in thought that I almost forget to address his question.

“Sorry, what?”

“Is this yours?” He holds up a red scarf and my eyes widen as I take it from him.

“Yes! It’s my mom’s! Thank you so much, sir!”

He smiles politely and tilts his head, an adorable and charming expression if I do say so. “Hey, um- you’re Christine, right? I’ve seen you at the library before.”

“When I wanna be professional. Right now I’m Christy, fun big sis of this little devil,” I snicker as I ruffle Charlie's hair. “And your name is…?”

The man extends a hand and we shake (even the handshake is familiar!). “I’m Peter, Peter Parker. I live a few blocks over, so that’s why I recognized you. I didn’t know you had a brother.”

Charlie grins up at Peter. “I’m Charlie! I’m 7!”

Peter kneels down and gives Charlie a high-five. “7? Wow you’re getting old, Charlie! Did you have a good Halloween?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah! We met Spider-Man! He signed my mask and everything!”

“Wow, that is exciting!”

Peter’s kindness to Charlie makes my heart melt a little, but I know I need to talk to him privately now.

“Charlie, why don’t you run up and start getting ready for bed? I’ll be up in 10 minutes.” Charlie nods and dashes through the apartment door. “And no overdosing on candy!” I call up, then turn back to Peter. “I’m sorry- do I know you? I’m sure this sounds weird but I swear I’ve seen you before.”

Peter gets an unreadable look in his eye and his mouth presses into a thin line. “I- I don’t think we’ve ever met properly, I’ve just seen you around is all. A- And if you’re not busy maybe you’d wanna, I donno… Go to the park? It’s chilly but the fresh air’s really nice.”

Normally I’d be more skeptical of situations like this, but like I said before there’s something familiar about Peter. His adorable proposal makes my heart flutter and almost nearly forget about the anxiety I’d felt earlier tonight. 

“Are you asking… like as a friend?” I ask nervously, being new to this whole ‘dating language.’

Peter scratches his head and fights his nerves to keep from looking away. “Um, yeah. And if things work out well, maybe then it could be more like a date?”

Using my social knowledge I try to read his actions. He’s gone through dating rituals before, but not enough to be considered a ‘player’ or have enough experience. Maybe only one or two? This means that I won’t be just a one-time fling and that he’s serious.

“Yeah, I’d like that. You don’t mind me ranting about Star Wars movies, do you?”

Peter’s face lights up as if I’d just offered him chocolate. “I think that sounds wonderful! Are you free Friday, maybe at 5?”

“5 sounds perfect!”

"O-Ok! Um, see ya then!" Peter smiles and gives a quick wave before strolling off down the bustling street, leaving me wondering about the past eventful 10 minutes.

Who’d-a thought? I got to meet Spider-Man and get asked out on a date in the same night!

Peter’s POV

Ok so technically I did swipe Christy’s scarf, but only as a reason to return it and introduce myself. When she kept praising me as Spider-Man it made me smile to think that not everyone thinks I’m the threat the news makes me out to be, and grateful that maybe she feels the same way I do. My life can never be normal, but maybe I can be given some luck to be happy? The best thing to do now is to take Christine on a fun, comfortable date so she can be happy too. Friday can’t get here soon enough!

[likeamothtoalighthouse]

UNTITLED ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE PROJECT LORE DUMP

THE WORLD

This is a pretty typical post-zombie-apocalyptic setting, with the main distinction being that instead of it being mad max nonsense It's focused on a pretty chill and normal village/commune/safe zone called the Orchard. The story is set like 100-150 years after the apocalypse, but culture has shifted more rapidly than usual due to 1) the massive change in everyone's lifestyle on account of the apocalypse, 2) the sheer number of people who died, taking with them tons of culture and information, and 3) the fact that the internet and most modern technology doesn't exist anymore because who the fuck is maintaining it. I need to do some more concrete worldbuilding stuff here but it will happen.

In this universe there is a "zombie virus" but it's like. It basically eats the part of the brain that lets it feel pain and drastically reduces higher cognitive function. People affected are technically "alive" but they're like salmon swimming upstream; their bodies are falling apart and rotting while still alive, but since they can't feel pain they aren't incapacitated and don't notice. Theoretically a zombie kept in a completely safe environment wouldn't get all nasty and rotting and stuff but the brainmelting tends to make them get injured a lot and then they just kind of walk around getting injured and infected and gangrenous and decaying and it's just really gross and bad times. It is transmissible via bite but also any other bodily fluid which means yes it is technically an STD. Do not fuck the zombies. Anyways it's basically just Sci-Fi Rabies because rabies is like. the scariest disease.

THE CAST

AVERY HARTMAN: Farmer, trans woman, tea enjoyer, literally just wants to have a normal life with her wife and malewife but NOOOO the evil mad scientist lady is in a one-sided toxic yuri situationship with her and is making it her problem. Grew up in the orchard, started going on trade runs to other towns once she was old enough, on one of those trade runs ended up getting kidnapped by Dr. Alekseyeva's lab. Cue aforementioned toxic yuri and then once she gets the fuck out of there a very long process of getting back home. Fun times for no one except me :)

HARLOWE UNDERWOOD: ok so yknow how the concept of this universe is "what if the apocalypse were way more chill than people think its gonna be"? Well that's not entirely true. the Orchard is a nice chill area but there are 100% groups out there doing mad max shit for absolutely no reason. Harlowe was raised by one of these groups after they raided her home as a young child; she grew up with them and fully drank the Power Is Only Attained Through Violence kool-aid until she was severely injured and left to die during a raid on the Orchard. There she met Micah and Avery who kind of collaboratively rehabilitated her into being a functioning person. She also has a lot of memory issues; she's basically lost her memory of her entire childhood except for little snippets, and she deals with memory loss way more than like. The average person in their mid twenties.

MICAH RAMOS: The only normal and well adjusted guy in this story. And he's not even that normal. He's the Laios Dungeonmeshi of the zombie apocalypse. He's autistically fascinated by the zombie virus and trying to find some sort of vaccine or preventative measure. Nominally a doctor and actually very good at that job, but his real passion is studying the zombie virus. After Avery gets kidnapped and comes back he sort of becomes the idk... main emotional support of the polycule? Like Avery's always filled the role of being The One Everyone Can Go To and then she can't do that anymore and it's definitely a struggle trying to fill this role that he's not really built for. Very intentional parallels and contrasts to Dr. Alekseyeva in terms of worldview, approach to science, approach to finding a cure for the virus, etc. Really what it boils down to is that Micah is a deeply compassionate person and will always put others first, while Dr. Alekseyeva is blinded by her goals and lofty ideas of success. Speaking of her:

DR. OPHELIA ALEKSEYEVA: Evil scientist, has big dreams of being the one to find a "cure" for the zombification bullshit. Part of a faction descended from the ultra-rich who just went into their private bunkers when the apocalypse happened; her group split off about a generation ago and came to the surface to research a cure instead of just waiting forever. Her theory is that there's a gene that gives certain people resistance to the virus, hence all the kidnapping people (namely Avery) to do experiments on. Eventually she sort of snaps and gives up on the cure for a variety of reasons, and instead goes down the route of trying to create human superweapons to kill all of the zombies. This plan is terrible on every level but she's fully lost it by this point. Anyways im obsessed with her shes so unethical <3

There are other minor characters but they're much less fleshed out and I don't really know what I'm doing with them yet. We'll see

[skellebonez]

Celestial Crossing (A MoonStone, SWKxChang'e, ship fic): Chapter 2- Would You Consider?

So… this is now a multichapter fic! There are just too many thoughts about these two and this au NOT to make it a long ongoing fic at this point. There will be some stuff posted out of order, as this will be much more chill than my Bunny Tang fic, but every chapter will be noted on where it takes place in the timeline in the start of a chapter (or in author notes). The fic's rating has also gone up on AO3 (G-T) because this story is touching upon a lot of heavier topics (this particular chapter has a soft warning in the tags here).

There is also a lot of nuance in their relationship I want to explore in future chapters, as I am intending to write SWK as demiromantic/demisexual in this particular au.

I hope you enjoy!

AO3 Link.

It’d been over a year.

Sun Wukong couldn’t believe that, but it was true. It had to be, the calendar and constellations he could see from the moon base window said so. And as much as he was the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, who was he to question the stars themselves in regards to the passage of time?

Especially when they brought him to someone as wonderful as they had?

He couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how he took a chance on this. Took a chance on coming back up here, on seeing if she would talk to him, on seeing if she would give him a chance.

He knew it was a long shot, given her past. He would have been completely accepting if she had told him no, that they should remain friends, because he was always in want of new friends now that he was back to leaving the mountain again. He couldn’t bug MK and his friend group solely forever after all.

But she took a chance on saying yes as well. And now, here they are, two people who were tied to their past for so long taking a chance on each other.

And well. It had been a year.

They must have been doing something right.

He never thought he would ever get close enough to someone to feel this connected to him after his years of isolation, but somehow he did. Somehow she accepted him for all his weird little quirks, like how half of everything he ate needed to have peaches incorporated somehow, and respected all of his boundaries and needs.

Things were… well, he hesitated to say perfect.

But it was close.

“How do you feel about kids?”

Sun Wukong didn’t realize it was possible for him to choke on air the way he did, but he was glad it at least wasn’t the bite of mooncake that he had swallowed just a few seconds earlier.

“What… do you mean? Exactly?” He chanced slowly.

“Have you ever considered having any before?” Chang’e asked, elbows deep into some of the machinery within her factory (a normal sight given everything regularly needed maintenance from time to time).

Sun Wukong didn't know he could make the sound he did, in place of an actual answer.

Apparently Chang'e and all of her bunny-bots didn't know either, given the concerned looks they all shot him.

"I mean…" Sun Wukong said as he tugged at his shirt. "I… I can't say I've never thought of… kids… I just… I can't really… have any? Maybe. Maybe?"

"... you can't have kids?"

"I'm a rock,” Sun Wukong said quickly. “I… haven’t, you know, tried. But everyone I asked told me I probably couldn’t. I-”

“I’m sorry,” Chang’e said quickly, pulling her arms out of the machine and closing it back up before turning to him fully. “I shouldn’t have sprung the question on you so suddenly, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s ok,” Sun Wukong assured quickly, rushing over to hand her a cloth to wipe her hands on. “You didn’t know this was something I was… uh…”

“Sensitive about?” She offered.

“Not really that,” he said with a shrug. “I just… I love kids, actually! And if anyone asked I would probably just have said that. The whole time we were on the journey I would play with any kids we came across, make sure they were taken care of, that kind of stuff. But I’ve also never actually dated anyone before, let alone thought of having kids with them. So…”

“You were caught off guard?” Chang’e guessed, handing the dirty cloth to a bunny bot once her hands were clean. 

“Yeah,” he admitted with a laugh. “I’ve asked a couple of the other Gods if they thought I could before, like some of the fertility ones, out of curiosity. But they didn’t think it was possible. And I kinda resigned myself to that when I thought I would never be lucky enough to find someone to be with, either.”

“Well, both of us were wrong on the second front,” Chang’e said with a wistful laugh. “Not every immortal is lucky enough to have a second chance after pining over their lost first love like I am.”

Sun Wukong couldn’t help but watch as her face fell into something… not quite sad, but almost nostalgic. No doubt remembering her first love. She’d told him a lot about Houyi, not in a comparing sort of way but just to tell him. And he listened to every second, wanting to honor the memory of him with her. He had seemed like quite the man.

How Chang’e had fallen for him, someone so different from her first love, Sun Wukong still had not been able to hazard a guess.

“I think I’m the lucky one here,” he said with a smirk. “Not everyone gets to earn the love of THE greatest pastry chef outside of this world, after all.”

“Oh you stop that!” Chang’e said with a chuckle as they made their way out of the factory. “I’m the ONLY pastry chef ‘outside of this world’, Monkey Man.”

“See, greatest!”

The two of them laughed as they walked through her garden, watching the bunny robots go about their patrols to make sure the vegetation was growing healthily. Until…

“Can I ask you something else about kids?” Chang’e asked slowly.

“Sure.”

“Have you ever thought about what you would want out of them?” She asked. “Like… what kind of people you would want them to be.”

“I’d want them to be… happy,” Sun Wukong eventually answered. “However they would turn out, whatever they end up being… I’d want them to be happy.”

“That’s a pretty good answer,” Chang’e said wistfully. “You ever think about adopting?”

“Does MK count?”

The laughter that Chang’e let out was like bells.

“Sure, he counts,” she said with a smile. “He’s a pretty great kid, hero status bias aside.”

“22 years and still a baby to us,” Sun Wukong said with a chuckle. “Though, don’t let him know I said that. He’s developed a good left hook.”

The unspoken questions that his Not Quite Wife asked lingered between them, the Great Sage more than capable of picking up on context clues.

‘Would you have kids with me?’

Would you.

~

Sun Wukong was heading to Pigsy’s Noodles.

He needed to get his mind off of this. It was… it was a lot.

He didn’t know how to process it.

He just needed a bowl of noodles and maybe a quick sparring session with  everyone’s favorite local hero/delivery boy/sucessor.

At least, that’s what he thought he would be doing.

Until we walked in to see MK tossing a small child up in the air, the rest of the shop empty save for the namesake chef in the kitchen (not even a Tang in sight, strange).

“... what… did I miss?” Sun Wukong asked as an announcement, freezing when the kid pointed at him midair.

“MONKEY KING!” The kid yelled at the top of his lungs, letting out an oomph when MK caught him on the fall back down. “It’s Monkey King, MK, it’s him!”

“Yeah it is, Fenhua,” MK said with a laugh as he held him. “That’s my mentor. Monkey King, this is Fenhua. His mom’s a regular here and needed someone to look after him while she went to a doctor’s appointment.”

“You offer free babysitting to your regulars?” Sun Wukong asked in confusion as the kid squirmed in MK’s hold. He looked to be barely 4 years old, maybe even barely 3 and a half. He wasn’t great with kid ages.

He sat down at the bar, chuckling at the sigh and shake of the head he got from Pigsy.

“No, Wukong, we don’t,” Pigsy said with joking annoyance. “We do favors for people who need it and who have been coming here since the kid was born, though, because they’re friends at this point. Usual?”

“Actually, could I have some of your signature noodles? Vegan?” Sun Wukong asked apologetically. “I wanna be here for a while.”

Pigsy shot him a look before shrugging. “Not a problem, give me the extra time.”

“I’ve got plenty todAY!” Sun Wukong jumped, looking back at the lump that had launched himself at the monkey’s back. “Hi?”

“MK said you can eat metal!” Fenhua asked excitedly. “Do you!?”

“I said he could, not that he liked to!” MK said as he rushed over to gently pull the kid off his mentor. "Sorry, he… really likes hearing about you, since he knows I'm your student."

"And did you say mostly good things about me?" He asked with a smirk. "You didn't tell him I ATE KIDS did you!?"

As he said this he swooped down, grabbing Fenhua and pretending to eat his arm as he sat him on his knee.

The kid screamed loudly, offset by his just as loud laughter.

"He said you're the STRONGEST ever!" Fenhua explained as he bounced on the sage's leg excitedly. "He-he said you beat up a WHOLE world!"

"Not the whoooole world," MK explained with a laugh. He moved to a table, grabbing some papers and bringing them over. "The celestial realm."

"See… cerl… seelastial realm!"

"Pretty close, kid, not bad!" Sun Wukong said with a chuckle. "That's a hard word for… hmm… how old are you?"

"4 and 20 days!" Fenhua said confidently.

"Such a big boy!" Sun Wukong said in exaggerated amazement. "You're almost the age I was when I first went to school."

"I start in a few months," the child said as he went off on a tangent about how he would be getting ready for it.

Sun Wukong listened to every word, making sure to show interest when appropriate to keep the kid talking excitedly.

He and MK showed him the papers, art they had been working on before Fenhua had asked MK for "air bounces" as they apparently called them.

All the while this was backed by the sound of Pigsy cooking up his signature noodles. Sun Wukong could have sworn he heard some snorts and chuckles from the chef, particularly when the Sage made some particularly stupid jokes.

It didn't take long for the kid to wind down, slowly yawning and rubbing his eyes. MK explained that he had already eaten and, well, it was past nap time for him actually.

And before he could move him, Fenhua just.

Fell asleep.

On his lap.

While Sun Wukong was holding him.

"You look practically parental," Pigsy said as he laid out the immortal’s order and handed another to MK. "Take this a few streets over to the art store for me, will ya? I have a feeling Fenhua isn’t going anywhere and it’s the only order we’ve had in the last half hour.”

“Sure thing! See you in a sec, Monkey King!”

Before he could voice his protest, MK rushed off to do his delivery job, leaving the immortal with a sleeping child and a smirking chef.

“You sent him out on purpose.”

“I wanted to talk to ya alone,” Pigsy said with a shrug. “And you need to give these noodles a couple minutes to cool off anyway.”

“Uh, what about?” Sun wukong chanced with a chuckle. “What, am I training MK on the days you need him again? We can reschedule, no problem.”

“This ain’t about MK,” Pigsy said with a shake of his head. “It’s about how you looked when you got here.”

Oh.

“How I… looked?”

“You looked like your entire world was pulled out from under ya, Wukong,” Pigsy said softly. “It wasn’t until you started interacting with the kid that you perked up. What happened?”

He debated lying. Or side stepping. Telling Pigsy it was nothing or that he had just broken another artifact and didn’t know how to tell the celestial it belonged to what happened. But he knew Pigsy wasn’t stupid. He knew he would ask questions.

And… he did promise to be more honest… and out of everyone, except perhaps Sandy, Pigsy was the one person he felt he might be able to talk to about this.

“I… Chang’e asked me about… having kids the other day,” he admitted, noting the shocked look on the other’s face that popped up instantly. “And I had to tell her that I didn’t think I could have kids. But I wasn’t sure so I. I went to a fertility clinic to get checked… And uh…”

“Bad news?”

Sun Wukong nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

“Very bad,” he explained. And then he continued.

As it would turn out, the answer to whether or not he and Chang’e would have children was no.

But not willingly.

He would never be able to face Chang’e directly when he would have to admit he went to be checked out at a fertility clinic, just to be sure. Her questions made him second guess all the celestials who had told him he would likely never be able to have kids of his own.

They were right.

Sun Wukong didn’t realize how much hearing that would male his stomach sink.

Sure, he THOUGHT he would never have kids of his own. But he held out hope that, maybe, with some magic involved something might happen. Not to find out he would never be able to father one at all no matter what.

“They said I’m completely infertile,” he said with a humorless chuckle. “Just. Nothing there. No possibility of. Anything. No accidents, nothing on purpose. Nothing they can do to make it possible for me. Turns out being born from a rock makes you just. Not able to have kids like that. The fertility gods told me I couldn’t centuries ago, but I thought ‘hey, I defied them before so maybe they’re wrong!’ … but they were right.”

“...I’m sorry,” Pigsy said softly. Honestly. He reached out, resting a hand on the Monkey King’s shoulder. “You… sound like you wanted to try.”

“I did,” Sun Wukong admitted. “I didn’t realize I would want to with her until she asked, but I did.”

“Are you going to look into other options?” Pigsy asked before cringing. “Sorry, that. That’s probably too soon to ask.”

“It’s ok,” Sun Wukong said. “I mean. We could do… other stuff? Like the river water. Chang’e would have to be ready for that and I don’t know if she is. I know we could adopt, but…”

He trailed off, shaking his head.

“But what?”

“What… what if I mess up again?” Sun Wukong asked as he looked at the child in his arms. “I… I’ve messed up so much as a mentor. What if this is a sign telling me I don’t deserve to be a dad after all. What if I mess up as a dad too? ”

“You’re gonna mess up,” Pigsy said without missing a beat. “A lot. You’re never going to stop messing up.”

As much as he tried not to admit it, Sun Wukong could feel his stomach growing cold and his face falling as he listened to Pigsy say this. He was right. He had always messed up and would always mess up, wouldn’t he? He-

“And that’s ok.”

“... huh?”

Sun Wukong looked at the other in confusion.

“Messing up is part of being a parent,” Pigsy continued with a soft smile. “I should know. I’ve messed up so many times with MK.”

“But… he’s fine!” Sun Wukong said with genuine shock. “You mean… messing up won’t…”

“Break the kid?” Pigsy finished, waiting for Sun Wukong to nod. “If messing up ruined your kids, no one would be a put together adult. I fed MK things that made him sick, left him alone with art supplies, lost my temper and had to apologize. I ain’t proud of any of that. But I didn’t break him, and I learned from all of my mistakes. And I think MK turned out pretty great, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, he did,” Sun Wukong couldn’t help but agree.

“If you treat kids the way you’ve been treating MK after Lady Bone Demon? Or Fenhua today? You don’t have anything to worry about. Now go on, eat up, your noodles should be fine by now.”

And with that, Pigsy turned around without another word.

It wasn’t easy to get a good spoonful of broth or a bite of noodles with the kid in his lap.

But he managed.

And Pigsy was right, they were the perfect temperature.

Maybe…

He was right about how he would be with a kid too…

~

“Oh! It really is S-Sun Wukong!”

“I told you he was in good hands.”

The mentioned Sage turned at the unfamiliar voice, seeing MK arrive back with a woman.

It didn’t take many context clues for him to guess this was Fenhua’s mother.

“Well, what better hands for someone to be in than mine?” He said jokingly, standing up and holding the young child as carefully as possible. “He’s been asleep for a while.”

“He doesn’t fall asleep for anyone else except MK and my husband,” his mother said with amazement. “Thank you so much. I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

“None at all,” Sun Wukong said with a wide smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to answer such an excited fan one on one.”

“He was absolutely enthralled with the monkey,” Pigsy yelled from the kitchen. “You would have mistaken him for family if you didn’t know any better.”

“You’d be a great dad, a bet,” Pigsy’s regular said with a chuckle. “... I’m sorry, that was weird! I hope that wasn’t rude! It’s just… if THE Sun Wukong had a kid, I think we’d all… I’m embarrassing myself, aren’t I?”

Sun Wukong looked down at the kid in his arms, sleeping soundly with an iron grip on his sleeve. And all he could think of was ‘damn…I really do want to be a dad…’

“Not at all. Maybe I should offer some babysitting services,” he said jokingly.

“Not in my shop you ain’t!” Pigsy softly yelled from the kitchen. “This was a one time favor!”

Everyone couldn’t help but chuckle as the regular took her son from the sage’s arms, Fenhua barely rousing at the jostle.

“Mama?” He said softly as she leaned him against her shoulder.

“Yes, honey, it’s time to go home.”

“Ok… bye Mr. Sage, bye Gege...”

“AH,” MK’s mouth dropped open as the young child’s mother chuckled, the little guy already dozing back off in her arms again. 

It took a whole minute after they left for him to turn to Sun Wukong and Pigsy with a wide smile. 

“He called me Gege!” MK said giddily, flapping his hands up and down.

MK was so… clearly excited by this.

Sun Wukong smiled softly, almost missing the knowing look Pigsy shot him.

Co-parents to the same overpowered Monkie Kid didn’t need to say anything to know MK would be a fantastic big brother.

~

“I’m sorry, Peach Pie,” Chang’e said when Sun Wukong told her. “Maybe… they’re wrong? We could try anyway! I’d try as long as we need to!”

“I don’t think that we can ‘try’ a child into existence with what they told me,” Sun Wukong said with a soft shake of his head. “I just… can’t have any kids with you. I… I understand if that’s too much, you’re the one who brought them up and-”

“What? No!” Chang’e said instantly, grabbing his face to make him look at her. “Wukong, I’m not going to leave you because we can’t have a kid together. Never. I’m sorry if I made you think I would ever consider that… I just…” She sighed, looking out at the garden on the other side of the Flower Fruit Mountain portal the Sage had set up. “I love you. Even if we can never have a child, that’s not going to change. I’ve been here alone for centuries, just having you for company with everyone you bring to me? Is plenty. It was just on my mind for so long I wanted to be... honest with you."

“I’m glad you were,” he said, unsure of how else to respond. Because he was. “But it gets lonely when we’re not here, right?”

“Yeah…” Chang’e admitted. “And I never got to have kids before coming here. I guess I also… wanted to pass on everything I know to someone, give them a good life up here. Maybe that's silly.”

“Not at all. It’s nice. It’s a good want to have, Mooncake.”

There was a silence between them, understanding and not as awkward as Sun Wukong expected.

"We could adopt," Chang'e said as they watched the little monkeys being handed between the elders. "Lots of kids would love being taken to the moon."

"I don't think adoption agencies would amicable toward 'monkey dad flies/passed small baby through portal to moon to visit mom daily'," Sun Wukong said with a laugh. “But… I was going to suggest the same thing. I think I'd be the most comfortable with that."

"They don't have to be a baby!" Chang'e countered with a pout. "They just have to love mooncakes. But…” She smiled, grabbing her partner’s hand. “I’m glad you already gave that some thought."

"I am too,” Sun Wukong said. “And? That criteria sounds easy enough to fit."

The two reached through the portal, hands intertwined as they kissed. Earth and space meeting and melding together for a few seconds.

“Come on up,” Chang’e said once they broke apart. “One of my bunny bots broke earlier today and I can use some help getting them back up and running.”

“Let’s get the little buddy back into shape, then!”

… they could not have guessed what would happen next.

[huniegloom]

I’ve been thinking about that tiktok video where that girl was listing all her requirements for a guy and all the incels got mad. It got me thinking about my own set of rules and I decided that I’m going to post ‘em here lol.

1. They obviously gotta treat me as an equal and not an trophy to boost their own ego. Basically treat everyone and themselves with basic human decency and genuine kindness without expecting anything else in return. This involves being nice to girls that you don’t personally find attractive. Normal people don’t even do this anyway. :/ just be a human being please.

2. Attractive, Confident and has a sense of self worth. I refuse to be with an overgrown toddler who can’t have a mature conversation with me without the fear of having a different opinion than me about anything. If you get mad or defensive over me saying this movie sucks especially if it’s a film bro type of shit nah you’re out bro. Also I can tell when you’re only saying shit to impress or please me you don’t need to do that. I’m seeing you we’ve known each other for quite awhile it’s ok to be vulnerable with me I don’t bite. Yet :)

3.This is a continuation of 2 but more on the self worth thing. Again I refuse to date an overgrown toddler whose afraid of do or talk about anything fun out of the fear of being emasculated. Men like this are boring as hell you can tell when a guy only does things to show off how “educated” & “masculine” they are than having genuine hobbies that they actually enjoy. These types of men be having the biggest temper tantrums over things that don’t even matter. You’re like 20 or older bruh chill.

4. They must be strong, talk with their hands, work out but don’t make going to the gym their whole personality, make eye contact if their comfortable. This is also mostly for aesthetics but bonus points if they are playful, sleazy, and a bit of a stoner. I can’t help it most of the guys I met like this are attractive as hell. I don’t mind being a little messy. They also need to have a cute smile, cute smiles, make me melt.

5. Lastly sometimes you can tell a lot about a person through the people they chose to surround themselves by. They can say one thing to you but act completely different around the “bros” if they are in a toxic friend group full of gross and vile men then they are probably gross and vile to. Not always they could be hiding who they truly are to fit in but 90% of the time their friends are a reflection of who they are deep down. If they don’t defend you after their bros “disapprove” of you than no. That is a terrible environment to be in and you shouldn’t tolerate inhuman treatment for some dude. That makes the both of you desperate. Either communicate with him tell him how you felt and if he doesn’t want to make the change drop them.

I never gave a shit about dating because through friendship I can tell who a person just by that dynamic alone. If I don’t like what I see on the surface than I probably won’t like what I see on a deeper level. It’s funny because looking back all the men in my life who called me weird and undesirable were the opposite of what I wanted in a man. They were basically the ones who had all the negatives I described. I find it ironic because they were always the same ones that were openly vile towards me as if I wanted them.

[characterworkshoppe]

OMG MY WIFI DIDN'T LET ME REPLY TO THE POST HOW RUDE OF IT ;-; sorry for the long reply it would seem my wifi is screwy

Anyways!

Arthur having flings was when him and Mc weren't exclusive, and when they became exclusive he stopped and would basically move heaven and earth for her! He loves her! A lot! And just because previous partners come up and talk to him and he responds with something along the lines of "It's nice to see you but I don't do that kind of thing anymore" he really doesn't! And I trust he doesn't! He used sleeping around and drinking at the bar with Theo as coping strategies for his trauma...

But I agree when I read Arthur's route for the first ever time...I hated him until mid-story...I didn't understand the biting in the beginning...I thought that was a jackass way of flirting...

But what I see now reading that scene...Arthur is internally panicking...he's having a trauma response...he sees a nice person and doesn't want them to end up dead like other nice people in his life that he cared about...he's not exactly acting rationally...it was his instinct response to trauma...which doesn't justify the action...

However...after he's had time to cool off...he gravely regrets his decision...like badly and thinks for days what's the best way to apologize...he's scared...and doesn't know what to do...and honestly he does apologize...from the heart...and he meant it...and person I forgive him and I can empathize that trauma is hard and trauma responses are hardly ever rational and it doesn't make biting Mc right but I forgive him...he does care...and he is sorry...he's a poor traumatized boi that isn't getting help for the trauma he has...

And as for taking no for an answer, after that one trauma episode for him in chapter 3...I think if you said no and meant it, he would respect that, he has seriously conversations with Mc and he doesn't flirt in thoes moments...or make any kind of comment...I really think he can read his partner's body language and has an understanding of "this is ok"...that's just Mc's personality and how Arthur and her relationship was written...

Let's say...there is no Mc...Mitsuki farewell...take a backseat...it's Kat's turn...

If You were in this game setting as yourself with your own thoughts, feelings, and mannerisms, body language, and everything...

Arthur and all the mansion residents would react differently...and I feel like...idk let's say your pursuing Arthur...and as yourself...not Mc Mitsuki...told him "no Arthur, I don't feel comfortable with X,Y, and Z" he'd listen to what you have to say and adapt to fit your needs...

Mc Mitsuki is just simply written to like and be chill with the way the two of them interact...I relate quite a bit with Mitsuki's personality and decisions (not always but most of the time) and level of comfort with the mansion residents and how they each act...

But you got me on the cockyness and smugness...personally I find it cute! But I see hoe that may clash with some people and it's not everyone's cup of tea! Fair enough! To all thier own!

As for in other routes, I think he's taking on this "occasional bad guy" thing by purposely flirting with them as a way to make the guy she does like look even better in her eyes...that's how I read into it honestly...he's not doing it with the intention to steal...he's doing it as a way to make the other one look better compared to him...he wants to purposely throw himself under the bus like that...

Anyways that's just how I read him!

And to be honest! I had the complete opposite feeling to you about Charles! I felt like Arthur was the more sweet and understanding one and Charles was clingy and possessive and couldn't be told no!

Haha! It's cool how we pick up on a different kind of subtext from eachother! We definitely think differently! It's interesting! It's cool to hear your perspective :D

Oh! And as for calling women "skirts" I think that just goes with the time period he grew up in which was just simply a normal term that didn't particularly offend so Arthur just doesn't know that it causes offense and thought it just gives them a laugh to be called as such, if he knew it would hurt someone...he would stop...Arthur cares and doesn't mean any harm...my man hung up his doctor's coat because he couldn't save a patient form a terminal illness...he just hates it when harm is caused...

If he causes any pain or hurt...he deeply and gravely regrets it...he cares...

Now with my opinion said!

COME ON KAT!!! TELL ME MORE ABOUT WHAT YOU LOVE ABOUT CHARLES AND WILL!!! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S RATIONAL I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE LOVE CHARACTERS!!!! TELL ME MORE!!! PLEEEEEASEEEE!!!

Hugs!!!

Kaaaaaat!!! Hello! It's Nori!!! I should totally be using my otome blog (Mcofthemansion) to talk about otome stuff but oh well!

KAT YOUR FICS ARE GREAT AND YOU HAVE A GREAT PORTRAYAL OF ARTHUR!!!

And I seriously won't be able to sleep at night unless I ask what is it about him specifically that you don't like???

Do you not like how flirty he is? ����

Is it the fear of potential cheating? Let me answer that one real quick! Because that's a passionate topic for me! 😅 So, I know before the events of the story of ikemen vampire Arthur slept with multiple women, HOWEVER! They all knew about eachother! Like in Arthur's route they even say "when will you come see us again" and stuff! It was a consensual fb situation! And once Arthur falls in love with Mc he doesn't go back to them and they are ok with that! I think Arthur is actually really loyal! Like in an abherrent incident he out of loyalty and not wanting to hurt Mc tries to wait out the bloodlust in the woods in a shack somewhere but Mc goes searching anyways!

Anyways, he's not a pick-up artist or a cheater!

So may I ask what things about him you dislike?

Is it the smugness when he wins games?

Does his backstory bother you?

I'm so sorry! I just genuinely really want to hear your opinion! If that's ok!

While I'm here, what particularly draws you to Charles and Will? I'd love to hear that as well! If you don't mind!!!

But please!!! I really wanna hear your thoughts!!!

Hope you're having a lovely day!!!

Everyone really harassing me with Arthur today. ITD FINE THO.

Also... I honestly LOVE writing Arthur... I feel like I write him well honestly

So like... I don't see Arthur being loyal. He has multiple flings at once. Multiple a week, sometimes even a day.

He doesn't take no as an answer. Being a flirt isn't the issue it's that he doesn't know when to stop. In the first chapter when he goes to bite you he doesn't take no for an answer, and Sebastian thinks he did it to distract me from running off, and he admits more than once that that isn't the reason.

Even when you clearly say that you want him to stop trying to bite you, and you are scared he doesn't stop.

His smugness would definitely piss me off if it was towards me, and his cockyness.

I just don't think he would realize his love for mc.in such a short time, while also having flings on the same time.

Even in other routes when he knows you like another guy he keeps being touchy and flirting with you, damn well knowing you don't want him. He just doesn't give up.

Calling all women "skirts" is a little off putting to me too. I get it's a nickname and I clearly have nothing wrong with hondje. But he's talking about all women in a degrading way.

I honestly don't remember much of his back story... We didn't get too much but we are getting more in his sequel, which I will be reading despite hating him.

~

Ppl will ask me why I like Charles and not Arthur...Charles understands no. He knows when to back off, he's upset about it, but he still backs down.

Charles is flirty and doesn't fully understand the meaning of love and thinks it's to just be wanted. Arthur has flings for the same reason he drinks.

Honestly I couldn't tell you what the hell I see in Will but I love him so much. He's so pretty and I want to kiss him.

[redrobin-detective]

Half of

Danny Fenton was half ghost. Or something.

No one was quite sure what that meant exactly or if it was even true. A ghost in a pure white suit had announced it during an attack on the town until he was beaten and silenced by Phantom. It’s been three days since then and the nerd hasn’t been at school. Not that Dash was looking for him or anything.

Dash worried, for just a second, that something bad happened to him. The Guys in White creeps had been asking questions around school the last few days. There’d been a noticeable lack in ghost attacks around town, maybe another ghost got to him? What about his ghost obsessed parents? Surely they wouldn’t have done anything to their own kid...

“Think Danny will be in school today?” Kwan whispered nervously, leaning in close to Dash’s side. Talking too loudly about the elephant, or ghost he guesses, in the room got people very forcefully interviewed by the government. 

“Why the hell would I know?” Dash grumbled, shaking his friend off to shove his hands deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “No one knows what’s going on, Manson and Foley haven’t shown up either.”

“I hope they’re ok,” Kwan said quietly, looking down at the floor. 

“Why do you care?” Dash grumbled, harsher than he meant to.

“You and everyone ditched me for Danny when Paulina was dating him, remember? Sam and Tucker were real pals and Danny, well he’s weird but not really that bad.” Kwan said bitterly before his eyebrows twisted in confusion. “That was actually pretty out of character for Paulina to date him now that I think about it, maybe he was, like, using ghost magic to control her?”

“That’s stu-” Dash was interrupted by the usually noise of Casper High going dead silent. He and Kwan shrugged at each other. He saw Star down the hallway, staring at something. He caught her eye and mouthed What is it at her. Her eyes slid back over to the hall before mouthing Fenton back. 

“Shit,” Dash couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Fenton’s here.” He glanced over at Kwan, trying to hide his nervousness. “Guess we’ll find out if he’s some sort of ghost freak after all.”

Kwan eyed him for a second, “you know if Danny really is half of a ghost then maybe you’ll want to quit it with the names.” The warning bell rang for first period. “You guys have homeroom together with Lancer, right? Just, I don’t know, don’t make him mad or anything.”

“Man, don’t even joke,” Dash said with a strained smile. “It’s Fenton, what’s the nerd gonna do?”

XxX

Fenton always sat in the back right of the class so seeing him there wasn’t that strange. What was strange was that he was there before the bell rang, not looking sweaty or exhausted or beaten up. Seeing him sitting there with an almost bored expression, casually leaning one arm over the back of his chair. It was eerie, seeing Fenton try to act normal. Dash felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on his head as he stiffly walked by the nerd he usually smacked when he walked by. He thought he felt Fenton’s icy eyes following him as he passed. Dash made sure he didn’t scurry like a wimp to his seat but it was a close thing.

“Class, please stop staring at Mr. Fenton and let us begin,” Lancer sighed, unsuccessfully trying to start the class.

“Do you know the ghost boy?” Paulina asked, slamming her palms on her desk and ignoring their teacher. “Because if you’ve been holding out on me-”

“I mean everyone in Amity Park knows him,” Fenton shrugged. He’d been so chill this morning, like the whole thing wasn’t bothering him. It only made Dash more antsy. He bounced his leg under the desk.

“Can you do anything cool? Like fly or shoot lasers from your eyes?” Mikey asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I can do lots of cool things,” Fenton sniffed. “I know a lot about the space program and local astronomy. I draw sometimes and I’m think I’m pretty good. I also have super flexible joints so I can do this.” He grinned a little as everyone squealed when he bent his thumb back so far it nearly touched his wrist. “Of course,” his grin turned into an eye roll, “no one really cares about that only my supposed superpowers.”

“What is a half of, exactly? What that ghost called you?” Dash found himself asking. He almost didn’t want to be heard but Fenton turned to look at him anyways. 

“What do you think it means?” Fenton questioned back. Though he had a teasing smirk, his eyes looked dull and dead. Dash couldn’t look at them and ducked his head. 

“Alright, alright, enough with the questions. The Fenton’s gave Danny a clean bill of health and allowed him to rejoin class so that’s all you kids need to know. Now, back to what we were actually talking about.” Class continued as expected but everyone still snuck glances at Fenton. He’s not sure what they were all waiting for, him to suddenly turn green or sprout horn or whatever. But Fenton just sat there, still as anything, trying to act normal and it just didn’t fit him right and it was all just. Wrong.

XxX

Dash was relieved Fenton wasn’t in his second or third period classes but they did have the same lunchtime. For the first time since he was skinny, bucktoothed 6th grader, Dash wanted to hide away and eat his lunch in private. But Fenton wasn’t the only one trying to keep up appearances.

“Alright, what has everyone got,” Paulina was whispering to the table by the time Dash was sitting down. “The day is halfway over, someone had to have seen him doing something ghostly.”

“I mean we don’t know how long he’s been like this,” Star commented, flipping her hair as pretense to sneak a glance at the loser trio near the back entrance of the cafeteria. “He could’ve been hiding his for a while.”

“Fenton’s always been weird,” Dale commented with a sneer, stabbing at his beefaroni. “Since day one, he’s been jumpy and clumsy and goes through weird mood swings.”

“Maybe he’s never been normal,” Kwan said with a little frown. Now Dash knows this wasn’t true. He was the only one at the table who’d gone to the same middle school as Fenton. The nerd had talked too much about space and was always tripping over something but he’d been like all the other annoying brats in middle school. Dale was onto something, Fenton had changed once high school hit which means whatever is up with him as been going on for a while. Years. 

He suddenly felt eyes on him, a cold, crawling feeling that made his breath catch in his throat. Dash squeezed his eyes shut and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the eyes turned from him. They didn’t return but Dash found he couldn’t eat after that.

XxX

“Dude, did you hear about Fenton?” Victor said in an excited but still hushed whisper as Dash was leaving fifth period. 

“No, what did he do?” Dash asked with dread.

“He had gym last period and apparently he’s been faking his loser weakness. He crawled up the rope climb like a goddamned spider monkey and then slid himself back down. Don’t know how he didn’t have intense rope burn from that. He also beat Charlie, Katie and Veronica on the sprinting portion. Must be those ghosty genes.”

“Fenton did all that?” Dash asked, he bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.

“Yeah it was crazy, I thought Tetslaf was gonna pass out,” Victor laughed. “Maybe we should get him to try out for the football team, he’d be a great running back or-”

“Come on, Vic,” Dash laughed but the sound came out wrong. “Why would we want Fenton on our team? He’s, he’s Fenton! Just a skinny, weird little wimp.” Vic side-eyed him a bit before clapping Dash on the back.

“World’s changing, Dash. First ghosts, now half ghosts, it’s all wrong but you just gotta roll with it. All I know is I have 2 years left in this hell hole before I leave this miserable place for Chicago and never look back. I recommend you do the same, after all,” Vic grinned again but it was sharper. “Fenton’s always been your personal punching bag, not every day you learn your victim has superpowers.”

“We don’t know what the hell is up with Fenton,” Dash defended. Vic just shrugged.

“Yeah but he’s always been a freak now we know he ain’t human. Who knows what else he’s hiding?” Vic said with a smug smile before wandering off, giving a halfhearted wave over his shoulder as he left.

Dash stood in the hallway, trying to get himself under control until the warning and late bell rang. Only then, when he was certain he wouldn’t run into Fenton, did he head to class. 

XxX

“Should we follow him, see where he goes?” Paulina said, biting onto one of her nails in nervous excitement. Paulie was gorgeous and overall pretty cool but her thing with ghosts sometimes tired Dash out. Now more than ever. 

“Come on, that’s like stalking,” Kwan scolded. “Even if that wasn’t illegal or whatever it’s just not cool. They had a rough day today, leave ‘em alone.” That icy chill returned and Dash looked out of the corner of his eye to see Fenton and his cronies walking out of the school. 

Truthfully, Dash didn’t think Fenton had that bad of a day. Yeah people were asking questions but he’d side stepped them all, gave non-answers. Other people talked about Fenton’s supposed strength in gym but there’d been conflicting reports, some said he flew up the rope climb, others said he levitated doing his push ups. Dash really didn’t know what to believe. Fenton was just acting, well, like Fenton. He paused for a second, stopped walking before catching up with the group.

Maybe... maybe Dash was getting caught up over nothing. There really was no proof Fenton was this ‘half of’ other than what one dumb ghost said. He thought back to Fenton’s grin during first period; stupid nerd was probably milking his 15 minutes of fame and bully free time. His earlier fear and uncertainty burst into flames until a familiar anger was burning in his gut. Now this he knew what to do with.

“Yeah, well his day is about to get rougher,” Dash heard himself say as he stomped off to where Fenton was smiling tiredly at something Manson was saying. “Hey Fentonio! Think you’re pretty cool with every paying attention to you but I-”

Fenton gasped suddenly, like a hiccup only his breath misted out in front of him cold as a winter’s day. Dash stopped midsentence watching as Fenton’s whole face twisted. His earlier weary but tolerant annoyance that he’d been projecting all day was stripped away. He glared at Dash with an expression that was hard as ice and full of an exhaustion and bitterness he couldn’t begin to understand.

“As payment for being forcibly outed,” Fenton spoke up loudly enough that most of the school yard could hear him. “I was promised a week.” His eyes slowly but methodically scanned the crowd who had frozen in place at his authoritative tone. “Where I didn’t have to deal with ghosts, so I want to know... Who is trespassing on my haunt.”

Fenton’s mouth opened impossibly wide revealing what seemed like rows of sharped teeth. He curled his fingers into claws and, looking closer, his fingernails had indeed become real claws, as sharp and deadly as his teeth. His eyes blazed an impossible, ectoplasmic green and his dark hair developed streaks of white. He was terrifying, monstrous, but he was still Fenton. That feeling that had been eating at dash all day came back full force. Not the realization that Fenton had powers or whatever but that he had been hiding it in plain sight through ghost attacks and bullies and failing grades. This had always been Fenton, they just hadn’t seen. Until now that is.

And now the script had flipped and Dash didn’t know how this Ghost Fenton, who still was the same Fenton Dash had wedgied last Wednesday, fit. A green blob ghost materialized over by stairs, quivering and wailing in some ghost language. It turned and fled, presumably in the direction of the Fenton Portal to escape Fenton’s wrath. Fenton’s glowing eyes tracked it for a moment before he straightened up from his hunched posture and... was human again.

He brushed his hands through his black hair, lazily blinked blue eyes and, when he smiled, his teeth were normal. But Dash had seen, they all had. He’d let them see but to what end, he had no idea. Fenton turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and another small smirk, just as tired as earlier.

“Sorry about that Dash, I take my vacation time very seriously. You were saying?” Fenton said with a smug lilt but his eyes were still dead and there was a bit of fear in them now. Despite his powers, he still gripped his backpack tightly.

“When your dumb little vacation’s up, Fentionail,” Dash said with a shaky voice. “It’s-it’s back to business, okay? Punches and wedgies and locker shoving. You,” he voice cracked a bit and he fought it down. “It’ll ramp up now that I know you can take it.” Fenton blinked, once then twice before he smiled. This time it wasn’t annoyed or scary or fearful but like the dumb grins he usually gave his dumb friends. 

“Yeah okay, we’ll start back up next week. The usual time?” Dash nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Alright, see you around.” He turned to walk away before pausing and turning back. “Actually you should be careful on who you shove into lockers, it can get hard to breathe in there and not everyone can phase out of them. You never know who’ll turn up dead,” he grinned and his eyes flashed green again, “if only half.”

That said, he and his friends walked away, ignoring the stares of the entire school on them. “Oh and it’s halfa, not half of,” Fenton called out over his shoulder. “I’m not half of anything, I’m just a whole me even if the details get a bit complicated.”

“Bye Danny, see you tomorrow,” Kwan called after with a grimace. No one else said anything for a minute until Dash found the strength to move his legs from where they’d been planted. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking and continued his walk home. Everyone else slowly did the same, talking quietly among themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Dale asked in a nervous high pitched voice. “What the hell did I just see?”

“Fenton being a weirdo but that’s nothing new,” Dash shrugged with a confidence he didn’t have yet. But if Fenton could show up to school after being outed and then willingly show them his inhumanity, then Dash needed to up his game. Couldn’t let the nerd be cool or anything. “So what if he glows or whatever, he’s still Fenton. Look I gotta get home, it’s Pookie’s feeding time and he is NOT going to believe the day I had.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Bakugou Turns Into A Dog - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, crack, lowkey pervy Katsuki, cursing, (writing not spell checked!)

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: Bakugou’s been hit with a quirk that has given him the body of a dog. He’s still has his own human thoughts and voice but now..he’s a dog. Just how will he abuse his new power with f!Y/N

It was supposed to be a normal day! Well, as normal as it could get for UA. But of course, trouble just had to strike, and of course the ones at the center of it all was the infamous Bakusquad. More specifically, the man the group was named after.

“I-...I can’t believe that actually just h-happened!” A cheerful blonde cried out as tears fell from his face and laughter rang out from his voice.

“C’mon man, don’t be laughing at what just happened. This is serious,” Kirishima said with concern as he looked down in his arms.

“Are you serious? This has got to be the best thing that’s ever happen since we met Bakugou!” Kaminari replied with while once again dying of laughter.

“IF YOU DONT SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT NOW SPARK PLUG, I’LL BLOW YOUR ASS TO BITS!” Bakugou barked out.

“Oh yeah? With what quirk lil pupper?” Denki slickly replied while booping his nose. Bakugou’s been making fun of Denki for the longest, this was the perfect revenge. His dear friend has been turned into a dog! Not just any dog, and not the dog you would expect. He wasn’t a german shepherd or rottweiler. Katsuki Bakugou sits in Kirishima’s arms as a fluffy, blonde, angry pomeranian.

Luckily, kinda, the only thing that changed about Bakugou was his body. He could still speak and understand the human language and he could still think like one too, but now it’s all that in a fluffy, round, adorable body. Now, he was all bark and no bite......sorta.

“OW!” Kaminari yelped as Bakugou latched onto his finger and growled. Passerbys watched as the young group of teens watched their friend throw his hand around in pain with a tiny floof dangling on it. Kirishima went in to grab Bakugou and calm Kaminari down.

“Damn, you little rugrat,” The electric blonde started, “just wait till Y/N sees you, she’s gonna die.” Kaminari teased. Once those words left his mouth, Bakugou’s puppy eyes went wide.

‘Oh hell no!’

Kirishima saw how his friend was shaking in his arms and grew concerned so he asked, “hey man, are you alright there Bakubro?”

Bakugou was extremely nervous. He couldn’t let his longtime crush see him like this! Like a weak, soft, puffball! If you saw Bakugou like this, the second he’d turn back to his normal self, he’d dive out the nearest window anytime you were around.

The entire Bakusquad knew of Katsuki’s little (HUGE) crush, and the fact that one of them was now able to use that information against him mortified the lil guy now.

“Aww c’mon Denki, that’s not very nice,” Mina said as she pet Bakugou’s little head before he snapped at her hand. Thankfully, she dodged it.

“Yeah well Kacchan hasn’t been very nice either! Damn mutt nearly bit my finger off!” This received a growl from Bakugou, which was unsurprising pretty normal.

“At least the cops told us the quirk will ware off in two weeks.” Sero stated. Kirishima joined in.

“Yeah. Sheesh, I still can’t believe what happened. That random criminal really jumped outta nowhere.” The red head said.

“Tch, I still can’t believe someone could be stuck with a shitty ass quirk like that. Turning people into pets. Ridiculous.” The blonde dog said.

“Imagine what it’s like being on the receiving end of that quirk. Must be just as ridiculous.” Mina teased.

Bakugou jumped down from Kirishima’s arms before speaking. “Yeah! No shit Pinkie!” He said while standing on his hind legs and motioning towards his new body with his front paws as if he were human.

——————————————————————————

As the group made it to the front doors of the dormitory, Bakugou stopped them before entering.

“Listen up dumbasses! Nobody better say SHIT to Y/N. Just say I’m some random dog found on the street and you guys opted to take care of me till you found me a home. If she asks what happened to me, tell her I was forced onto a trip with my parents. Got that?!” Bakugou strictly spoke.

“Got it!” The group said in unison, but a certain blonde had a different plan in mind. As they entered through the doors, Kirishima hid Bakugou into the side of his jacket but it only made comical sense that you were the first person to greet them.

“Oh! Hey guys!” You said with your award winning smile as you walked towards the group. Before anyone could say anything else, Kaminari spoke up.

“Hey Y/N! You wanna guess what Kirishima has in his jacket?” Denki exclaimed.

“Oh, no I’m sure Y/N has better things to do!”

“Maybe she shouldn’t,”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,”

The 3 friends were throwing out excuse after excuse to keep you from seeing the little devil.

“Woah woah! Hey! You guys! Chill. If you don’t want me to see then I won’t force you. It’s fine.” You kindly said.

‘Whew’ the squad all thought

‘She is so awesome!’ Bakugou thought while in the jacket

“Oh c’mon guys, show her the puppy!” Kaminari said. Now that grabbed your attention.

“Wait? Puppy?! That’s what you guys are hiding. Awww no fair!! Can I please see it! Please please pleaseeee!!!” You begged. After your constant pleading and the squad’s constant denial, Bakugou thought he could just give in this one time. He knew that his friends would cover for him and say he’s just some random dog and you would drop it so he began to stick his snout out of the jacket. Kirishima took it as a sign to show him to you.

“Oh my goddd!!! It’s so cute!!! Boy or girl?” You kindly asked while petting Bakugou’s head, something the dog was enjoying a little too much.

“It’s a boy,” Kirishima said. “We found him on the street so even though we’re kinda busy we wanted to take care of him and heal him up till we can find him a new home.” Mina added on.

“Guyssss c’mon!! Tell her the best part! Tell her exactly who that dog is.” Kaminari begged. The Bakusquad including the dog looked towards Kaminari with a warning look, but Kaminari didn’t care. The ultimate revenge starts now.

“Y/N! That’s Bakugou!” Kaminari exclaimed. As everyone started denying it, you looked towards the dog and saw that it did resemble Bakugou a lot, but then again Bakugou did look like an angry pomeranian time and time again.

Before you chose to listen to one or the other, you weighed your options. Kirishima the chivalrous and honest, the manliest man, or Kaminari the jester himself? It’s was obvious who you were gonna listen to.

“Oh stop that Kaminari. Bakugou may look like a fiesty fluff ball from time to time but he’s not really a dog.” You said while petting the pupper’s chin. Everyone sighed in relief at your words.

“But that’s really-“ Kaminari was cut of with Sero wrapping his tape around his mouth.

“Hey if you guys need a healer, I could use my quirk to help out with that. It may not be a full on healing quirk but it should help the little guy. Plus, I don’t mind spending the next...?” Kirishima helped you out.

“Two weeks,” he said.

“Right, I don’t mind spending the next two weeks with the little cutie.” You said. The dog’s eyes went wide at that as a plan came into mind but the Bakusquad once again started denying, saying it was fine but you insisted since Mina just previously said they were all busy. Throughout the chaos a VERY human like sound came from the creature in Kirishima’s arms.

“Woof.” Bakugou said with such a casual demeanor. He said ‘woof’ in such a human like voice, it was absolutely absurd. As everyone looked down at the dog, the only thing that could be heard was Sero awkwardly giving out a cough to break the silence.

“Ok...well umm that may be a sign that he’s ok with me taking him!” You said with an excited smile. Kirishima looked at the dog and as Bakugou looked back up at him, his best friend knew that he should give you the dog.

“Ok Y/N, he’s all yours. But you’re right about one thing. Since he does look like Bakugou, we named him Blasty, so that’s what you should refer to him as,” he said while placing the dog in your arms. The pomeranian was excited as what appeared to be a small smile showed up in his face and he squirmed around in Y/N’s arms, cuddling up against her pillowy breast.

“Awesome! For the next two weeks, it’s me and you Blasty!” You said while carrying Bakugou in the air facing you and looking at him. He was too cute so you pulled him in for a hug and kiss on his little head. Everyone could see Bakugou had a smug look on his face.

“Alright guys! I better get to healing him!” You said as you ran off with the pupper still holding a smug look, this time directed at Kaminari.

“Looks like your plan backfired dude,” Sero said.

“And it looks like Bakugou is gonna be enjoying these next 2 weeks a little too much,” Mina said and the group shared a laugh. Well, except for Kaminari who was kinda irritated that his revenge failed, but happy for his friend nonetheless.

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Once you got back to your room you placed Blasty on your bed and started to check him for places where he needed healing.

“Huh, looks like you’re not really injured Blasty. Oh well, that’s fine! Just means I can spend more time with you without having to worry!” You said while rubbing his head. Bakugou leaned into your hand with a small and then rolled onto his back for belly rubs. He was hoping you would pet him some more but you didn’t.

“I’m sorry Blasty, but you need a bath before you hang around anymore. Let’s go!” You picked him up and he was wide eyed and bushy tailed. A bath. Whatever. As long as he got your attention. You placed him in the tub but realized you would be getting your clothes dirty, so you changed into some pajamas you wore the night before that were sitting in your hamper in your bathroom. Basically, you changed right infront of Bakugou. He was staring at you as if you were a meal. As you undressed infront of him he saw you in your panties and bra, matching of course, and damn your body was the exact definition of perfect. He licked his lips as he stared until you put on a cami top and black booty shorts.

“Damn..” he whispered.

When you came back to Bakugou you went down to his level and began to scrub him. You reveled in your touch and soaked in the hot water. When you took him out to dry him off you looked at the time and noticed it was pretty late.

“Alright, I guess we should head to bed. I’ll put on a move and we can sleep. Here, let me go set up some pillows for you to sleep on.” You said as you grabbed your spare pillows and placed them on the floor for Blasty.

As you got into bed you felt a little movement on your mattress. Apparently Bakugou hadn’t appreciated being on the floor. He wanted to sleep next to his future girl. So when you turned over and looked at him, he gave you puppy eyes.

“Oh...why the hell do you have to be so damn cute,” you said as you picked him up and placed him on your bed. Bakugou cuddled up in your chest and took in your delicious scent. You both drifted off to sleep while Bakugou was just having happy thought.

‘This is gonna be the best 2 weeks of my life!’

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Ohhh what a week. You thought taking care of Blasty would be fun and exciting and adorable but it was that and more. It was also kinda frustrating. The damn dog would “bark” and growl at everyone, especially guys who tried to talk to you, and would only eat human food. He refused dog treats and never wanted to approach other dogs. Hell, this dog didn’t even go outside to use the bathroom. He went into the actual bathroom! Oh and don’t even get Y/N started on the “barking.” That dog had the most clear and humane “woof” any dog’s ever had! Another thing! This dog’s behavior is a little outta line. When Y/N would shower, it would try to follow her in and just sit there. When she would change, it would lay on her bed smiling and staring at her. When she would sleep it would ONLY cuddle into her breast or booty and one time when she woke up in the middle of the night, Blasty was up too. Again. STARING. What is up with this dog?

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“Ugh!” Y/N said as she face planted the table. Her lunch completely disregarded and the Bakusquad (minus Bakugou because apparently he had to go on a trip with his parents...or so you thought) watching as the blonde mutt poked around her head on the table.

“Having fun there Y/N?” Mina asked to which Y/N replied with a stare and a twitching eye.

“Blasty is INSANE!” You roared out. The Bakusquad and Blasty (aka Bakugou) watched on. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having the little guy around but he has some weird habits for a dog. He won’t eat like a dog, use the bathroom like a dog, interact with other dogs, and don’t get me started on the barks! I’ve never heard a dog say WOOF like a human,” you took a breather before continuing, “another thing, Blasty is a lowkey perv sometimes. Well if he were human at least, but he has perv tendencies. Like the staring whenever I’m a little underdressed or in the tub or SLEEPING.”

With that rant, Bakugou felt his ears fell and he backed up into a corner on the table. He was starting to feel insecure. Had his crush really thought of him as a pervy little thing? When you saw Blasty’s reaction, you noticed he might’ve understood what you said.

‘Can he....no there’s no way.’ You thought about the dog. Was there a possibility he could understand everything you just said?

“Oh Blasty, don’t be so dramatic. I’m just saying, for a dog, you’re a little weirdo, but it’s okay because for the time being, you’re my little weirdo. I still got love for you!” You said while holding him up in the air. Once again, the dog had a reaction to your words.

The squad was starting to notice the gears in your head turn and Kirishima quickly took him away for a little “walk.”

“Oh hey Y/N, why don’t you finish your food and I’ll take Baku- BLASTY! For a walk. Yeah, maybe he needs some outdoor exercise.

“Oh no Kiri it’s fine I-“

“THANKS!” The red head said as he dashed out the cafeteria with the little floof. Oh well, might as well enjoy your last few minutes of peace.

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“What the HELL SHITTY HAIR!? She was all up on me back there! You didn’t have to drag me away!” Bakugou spoke as Kirishima held him from his armpits.

“Sorry man, but you were the one who said you didn’t want your cover blown and she was starting to figure it out. And c’mon Bakugou, she knows you better than someone who would go on a trip with his parents. Not only that but your looks are so obvious. What dog had red eyes and spikey blonde hair?!?” The red head explained. The blonde dog only crossed his arms in a very human like manner and turned to the side.

“We’ll be fine, the quirk will ware off in another week so get over it. Besides, there’s no way she’ll know! We have everyone that was there covering it up for me. It’s fine!” Bakugou replied.

His best friend sighed before saying “alright man, if that’s what you want,” and placed him down to head back to the cafeteria.

“Thank you! Jeez, now let’s get back to the cafeteria. I wanna have lunch with my Y/N.” Bakugou walked on all fours with his head held proudly.

“You may be a tiny dog, but that huge crush on her that you got going on is still going strong,” the red head said.

“You’re damn right, Shitty hair!”

As the boys walked, they didn’t know that from around the corner, Y/N heard everything.

‘Bakugou?! Quirk??? CRUSH?!!?’ Oh this was too good. With this new information, Y/N walked off with a smirk and a plan.

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The next few days passed and like always, you work up with Blasty, oh you mean Bakugou, on your chest. You slightly smiled knowing this past 2 weeks, your crush had been coddling over you. You got even more excited knowing your feelings were mutual. You woke up and got ready for the day.

Now, the same thing happened as always. You got up and went to the bathroom to shower and Blasty would follow. He would watch you undress and step in the shower and step out and change. You would pick him up, hold him tight, kiss his forehead, and then be out the room. This time, your routine felt a little different knowing it was actually Bakugou staring at you this whole time.

Oh. He had seen you naked multiple times. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or flattered. Oh well, he kept on staring is he must’ve been enjoying the show, except this time, you actually gave him one. You slowly stripped outta your clothes and made slight and soft R-rated noises as the warm water hit your skin. You bent over as you put on your underwear and slowly got dressed. You couldn’t believe yourself. Serving these looks to a dog.

Bakugous cheeks would be so red under that fur, the way you moved this morning was everything. He didn’t even notice the drool slipping from his mouth. As you stood there in nothing but your panties and bra, you turned towards Bakugou. And idea came to your head.

“Hey Blasty! You wanna help me pick out a look today? We sure are lucky the school staff has an all day meeting! Free day for us!” You picked Bakugou up and held him against your nearly bare breast. Bakugou just had to rub himself in between your mounds a little, and you noticed this, and released a slight whine.

“Mm..hey Blasty, stop that.” You placed him down and dressed into a mini skirt and tube top. You matched with a pair of everyday causal heels and went out with Bakugou following along. He would walk directly under your side and look up. He enjoyed the view of your lace panties and the jiggle of your ass everytime you took a step. Man, was this a perfect Friday or what?

Well it would’ve been if it hadn��t been for a certain Icy-Hot. What Bakugou didn’t know, was that you texted Todoroki the previous night to help you with this little plan of yours.

“Hey L/N.” Todoroki greeted you with kid kind eyes and gentle smile.

“Todoroki, stop that. I told you that you’re one of the people who can call me Y/N.” You said.

“Well alright, then I insist you call me Shoto in return.” He said.

“Only seems fair!” You said with a giggle to which Todoroki stared at.

“You have such a beautiful smile.” He complimented. You blushed at his words, especially since Todoroki really wasn’t one for..umm..emotions.

“Thanks,” you bashfully said while stepping a little closer. As Bakugou watched this whole interaction go down from below, he couldn’t help but release a small growl. No way in hell is Half and Half taking his girl!

“Actually, there was a reason why I called you over.” Todoroki said before speaking again. This caught your attention and Bakugou’s. “I was wondering if your wanted to go in a date with me. Tonight. It could be really casual and we could even do a small movie night here in the common rooms. Just you and me. What do you say?” He asked. Bakugou was fuming.

“A date huh? Mm, I’m sorry Shoto, but I’ve actually kinda been waiting for Bakugou to get back.” You said which made Bakugou flip his head towards you.

“Bakugou?” Todoroki asked.

“Yeah. I’ve had a small crush on him for awhile, and I was hoping my first date would be with him.” You explained. The cartwheels Bakugou’s heart was doing in his tiny body was ridiculous.

‘She likes me back She likes me back She likes me back!!!!’ The dog thought to himself. His tail began wagging and his smile grew bigger than ever.

“Well I heard he’ll be gone until Saturday,” Todoroki started, “so how about just for tonight, I keep you company with a movie, maybe some chocolate, maybe some flowers, and see where the night goes?” He asked. Bakugou snarled at the two toned boy with his fangs until he heard your voice.

“Sure!” You said.

“Really?” Todoroki asked.

‘Really?!’ Bakugou thought.

“Really!” You said, “Bakugou will be gone for another week so I see no harm in hanging as friends!” You smiled once more.

“Great! This’ll be amazing Y/- OUCH” Bakugou had interrupted Todoroki by latching onto his leg and holding on with his life as Todoroki did everything he could to shake the blonde mutt off. You reached for “Blasty” before apologizing to Todoroki.

“I’m sorry, Shoto. He gets like this sometimes.” You explained.

“Ah..no worries. Uh, I’ll see you later tonight?” Todoroki asked you.

“Yeah, definitely. See you then!” You said as you walked off with a grumpy pomeranian in your arms.

‘On every level. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?’ Bakugou thought to himself as you carried him away.

—

You walked into your room to with Bakugou to freshen up a little for your date with Todoroki. A little sprits of perfume here, a dash of blush there, and a little tweak with your hair. Your outfit was cute enough for a friendly little date. As you turned to Bakugou, you saw his sad puppy face.

“Oh, don’t worry Blasty! I’ll be back in a few hours! I’ll see you soon, ok?” You said as you kissed his forehead and made your way to the common room. Just before the door shut, Bakugou slipped out with you. If he couldn’t be on this date with you, then he’d just have to ruin it for Todoroki.

As you finally came in contact with the handsome boy, he greeted you and spoke of your plans

“We’ll be watching a movie, but we gotta get some great snacks first.” He said.

“How about just some popcorn and candy, they’re already right here in the dorms. Come over here and help me prep!” You said pulling on his hand and dragging him to the kitchen. Bakugou didn’t take too kindly to this and quickly went to tear Todoroki’s jeans and bite his ankle.

“Ouch!” Todoroki screamed in pain.

“Are you alright?” You looked around and saw his lower leg had been damaged.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just a scratch.” He said reassuring your troubles.

“Well alright, if you say so.” You said and resumed your snack prep. But that was only the start of this horrible night. Throughout the date, Bakugou tortured the poor boy and did everything he could to ruin the little get together. He ate the popcorn and candy while your backs were turned, he chewed on the wires to the TV, stopping you guys from watching, and even peed on Todoroki’s leg while you guys just sat and talk. Although Todoroki saw this coming with Y/N’s plan, he had enough of torment from Bakugou. He decided to move into the final plan, right here right now.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing girl and any guy would be really really lucky to have you,” Bakugou watched this little speech from afar, growling at the two, “and I know you’re waiting for Bakugou, but since he’s not back yet, I kinda just wanna end this night with something special.” He said as he began to lean in, you had no intent on stopping him. Seeing this, Bakugou began to run towards the couple with every intent on stopping this kiss.

“HEYYY!!! Those lips are reserved for me!” Bakugou screamed and you both turned towards the little dog. Bakugou jumped into the air to leap onto Todoroki and at the strike of midnight, His body turned into a human again (fully clothed, don’t worry) and fell on Todoroki, making them both fall back.

“You stay away from my girl, icy-hot!” Bakugou said while on top of Todoroki, clinging to his shirt.

“She’s all yours, you angry pomeranian,” Todoroki said as he escaped and ran to his room. Bakugou only looked back at you with a fierce smirk. He walked up to you, grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss that you happily returned. He pulled away after a minute and began walking with you hand in hand.

“You’re mine now.” Bakugou said

“Whatever you say....Blasty.” You snickered.

Bakugou turned his head in shock. “You knew?” He asked.

“Of course I knew. I knew Blasty was you, I knew it was you whenever you stared at my naked body, I knew it was you whenever you cuddled into my chest, I knew it was you when I overheard you speaking like a human to Kirishima. It also helped that I just watched you transform back to your normal self. But me knowing it was you was the whole reason why I came up with this plan with Todoroki. It’s about time you made a move on me, Blasty.” You said with a teasing voice.

Embarrassed and frustrated at the fact he’d been caught, Bakugou let out an outburst.

“YOU FUCKING TEASE!” he screamed with his hands holding little explosions.

“Yeah, but now, I’m your tease. And it’s ok, because I know you like me. It’s easy to tell with that kiss and whole possessiveness. But that’s fine, because I really like you too Blasty.” You said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Bakugou returned it with a smirk and a hug.

“Damn straight, Princess.” He said as he held onto you tight. “You’re mine.”

A/N: y’all this is not spellchecked bc after the week I’ve had, I just couldn’t. I’m sorry if this isn’t to your liking but I had to finish this so I sloppily wrote it down. I hope you enjoyed it at least! See you next time Bear Cubs💗🧸

[13uswntimagines]

It Can Be Both (Emily x Alex x Kelley x Reader)

Request: Kelley,Emily,Alex, and yn now like two on each team and yn is a goal keeper just watching confused wondering what the hell everyone is on and how it’s going to end later    (You know)

Author’s Note: I’m going to be honest- this felt very much like a rebound after doing gravity. Like something to get my writing juices flowing again. it ends with a touch of sexual content so warning. hit me up if you have questions or just wanna chat. 

You knew it was going to be a rough one before you even stepped on the pitch. Hell, you knew it was gonna be bad when Alex and Kelley started betting before national team camp had even started. 

Though they were two of the most competitive people on the planet, you and Emily were not (off the pitch at least). But it was hard to stay out of it when their performance, chosen rewards, and/or punishments very much included the both of you. 

You barely even got to admire how good either of your girlfriends looked in white (you made sure Alex knew your feelings about her in that galaxy kit) before things started to get wild. 

“Come on ref!” You yelled, running a gloved hand frustratedly through your hair and shaking your head. Was Sonnett’s challenge hard, yes, but did it deserve a yellow? You didn’t think so. 

You could guess that some of Emily's aggression came from the reward  Kelley negotiated for them if the Spirit beat the Pride. At least Alex was laughing it off and standing. 

“Looks like your girls are trying to murder each other,” Ali snorted, pausing just outside the box to protect against a counter if the corner kick in the other box went south. 

“Vlatko’s probably shitting his pants,” You mumbled, wincing as Emily and Alex clashed again. God, Emily wanted to win. 

“What’s gotten into them,” Ali asked, just as your two defenders collapsed the pocket Alex was trying to slip through. 

You raised your eyebrow at the defender, your cheeks a little red (blatantly ignoring Kelley’s wink from across the field), “you really don’t want to know,” 

Ali looked between you and the three women battling it out on the field, smirking a little. Even though she had seen it more times than she could count, it was still a little strange to see your tall frame look so flustered. “Ooo, so it’s one of those games?” 

“I didn’t ask to be a part of it,” you huffed, crossing your arms indignantly. 

“So there’s not something riding on you getting a clean sheet?” It was Ali’s turn to raise her eyebrows. More red-colored your cheeks, so much so you were sure it was all the way up to your ears by now. 

It wasn’t a secret that it was a thing during the World Cup. One that you very much enjoyed, especially after you pulled off a PK save in the final to come out with a clean sheet. 

You paused, biting your lip. “Not tonight,” 

Ali laughed loudly as Alex set up for her another corner. “Ah, so it all depends on them then?” 

You shrugged. Most of the time you really hated giving up control, but Alex also promised you would like what she picked (even if you weren’t planning on participating). You also trusted Emily and Kelley to stick to your limits, no matter how stoked they were on winning (if they won). 

You sighed when Emily marked Alex just a touch too closely again. “More like Alex and Kel. Guess they got Em on board too,” 

“Did you expect them not to?” Ali asked, her voice showing that she already knew the answer. 

“No, just thought Emily would be on my side,” You grumbled, a gloved hand scratching the back of your neck. 

“Well, I’m sure you won’t enjoy whatever they have planned at all,” Ali rolled her eyes and patted your shoulder, before heading off as the Spirit tried to counter. 

“Shut up,” You huffed, backing up towards goal, your cheeks still very red. You still had 80is minutes to go before you would find out exactly what your girlfriends had planned. 

*****

You had seen a lot of bad refs, but this one was something special. She was micromanaging the field, and you were starting to get tired of it. 

“What the fuck,” You grumbled in between giving your defense direction. 

It was one thing to yell at Kelley for being a little rough (even if it was with Alex), and another to argue with her about 

“Surprised she hasn’t hit her yet,” Emily said, side-eyeing you.

“Be surprised I haven’t hit you yet,” You huffed, barely sparing your blond defender a glance. Fouling as much as she had wasn’t good form, and it wouldn’t help her case with Vlatko. 

Plus you were too busy watching the refs try to corral your most stubborn girlfriend. Her irritation was palpable and you knew if the Ref kept pushing, Kelley was probably going to respond exactly how Emily thought she would. 

“Ooo, kinky,” She laughed. 

You rolled your eyes. “Just clean it up and chill out alright? We need to be able to play to make the team,” 

She snorted, bumping you with her elbow. “Not a chance with what Al put on the line,” 

“I don’t care what she bet. Cool it so we all walk out tonight,” You growled a little more firmly, taking on the tone you used when giving orders on the pitch. The voice that always made her and Kelley listen to you when they were giving you shit for being younger. 

Instead of saluting like she normally would, a very large smirk broke across Emily’s face. “You have no idea what she chose do you?” 

You froze, finally looking towards the defender and blinking owlishly at her. 

So maybe you hadn’t considered that Alex would include you in the bet, and factor in your opinion on her chosen reward. You thought maybe you would just get to watch whatever they had decided and stay safe from whatever punishment if you lost.

Emily cackled as the ball sailed right past your state of stupor, running off to celebrate before you could even respond. 

Despite being in a relationship with them for nearly 2 years, it still caught you off guard sometimes when they included you. It took you a very long time to open up and accept their love (and their physical touch), and even though you were comfortable now, it was still a weird experience to have them care. To have them always think of you when making plans (even ones you weren’t sure you wanted to be involved in). 

You blinked again, shaking your head as though it would help you clear your thoughts. It didn’t, but a warm hand on your shoulder and an annoyed (but concerned voice) in your ear helped. 

“Hey space cadet, you ok there?” 

“Um, yeah,” You smiled tightly at Alex, allowing yourself to lean into her for just a second. It was hard to focus on the game with all the stuff running around your head. 

“Good, cause the ref just called back the kick. Get ready to go again,” She said softly, brushing a fallen strand from your eyes. “and keep your eyes on the ball this time,” She smirked, tapping your nose. 

You wrinkled it under her finger. She laughed a little. It was nice to see you so relaxed, even when you were surrounded by so many people. Maybe they would have to play these little games more often, you know if it could get you to let down your stoic exterior. “You can stare at Em later after we win. She’ll be in a much more… enjoyable position,” she wiggled her eyebrows and squeezed your shoulder. 

“Eye eye captain,” You saluted, earning another laugh. 

“You’ve been hanging out with Emily too much,” she said, with the roll of her eyes as she headed off to her position for the re-kick. 

You wouldn’t let it slip past you again. Alex was right, you would be able to enjoy your girlfriends later. 

*****

“That fucking goal should have counted and you know it,” Kelley grumbled as she slipped into the back seat with you. 

“Well it didn’t,” you mumbled, scooting over as Emily hopped into the other side, effectively trapping you between them. 

“You two cheated anyway,” Alex said from the front seat, glancing back at the three of you in the rear view mirror. You didn’t know it yet, but this was very much part of her plan. 

“We did not,” Kelley snorted, shuffling even closer to you, so your thighs were pressed together, just as Emily did the same thing on your other side. You didn’t think much of it, both defenders were always rather cuddly after a game. 

“So Em distracting y/n wasn’t part of the plan?” Alex asked, raising a signature eyebrow in the mirror (sharing a look with Kelley - one you didn’t see.) 

“And neither of you were trying to remove Alex’s ankles from her body?” You added, wigging a little as Emily’s hand landed on your thigh, just a bit too high to be a friendly touch. 

“We plead the fifth,” She said softly, very close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

You sucked in a shallow breath when Kelley’s hand joined hers on your other thigh. Her lips touched your neck and worked their way up to your ear. 

“But can I just say, your red cheeks made you look very cute tonight,” she purred, nibbling at the skin on your ear, just as Emily did the same on your other side. 

The heat returned to your cheeks, and your hands clenched on your knees. You weren’t quite sure what you were supposed to do with them. 

“I’m not cute,” You muttered, your fingers tapped uncomfortably on your legs. You didn’t like not being the one in control. 

“Just sit back and enjoy it babe,” Emily hummed, her lips working from behind your ear all the way back down your neck to nibble on your collarbone. her hand also shifted to intertwine your fingers. 

The small act helped you to relax a little, and you squeezed her fingers in thanks. 

“Yeah, we’re gonna take very good care of you,” You could feel Kelley’s smirk just behind your ear as her fingers traced a little higher. You knew you could put a stop to this if you really wanted to, but you weren’t sure that you did. 

You found Alex’s eyes in the mirror, flicking between the road and your face. 

“Thought this was your reward, not mine,” You said, your voice coming out in little pants. 

She smiled slyly at you. “Why can’t it be both?” 

Kelley’s hand squeezed your thigh, just as Emily scraped her teeth along your shoulder. “Yeah?” Kelley asked into your ear. 

“Yeah. It can be both,”

[ivyglow]

Mine | Anthony Beauvillier

A/n: this idea came after we had a very sexy- I mean- Angry* Anthony pushing Sidney Crosby. Barbie and some anons send the good energy and so althought it took me forever here it is *cheers*. A huge thank you for @barbienoturbby​ for sending me some specific ideas (sharpies, choking etc hehehe), putting up w my random messages in the middle of the night or being a insecure bitch, ILY BARBIE! Huge shout out to @sebs-aston​ for proofreading this so fast *you’re amazing, liv!*.  PS. More than ever I’m gonna need your feedback because I’m an insecure bitch and this is my first time writing smut (freddie was thigh riding, I don’t consider it too much). So please just lmk if you like it or hate it <3 

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut, mention of chocke, spitting, oral -female receiving- and all those dirty stuff. 

Summary: after getting angry on the ice, you decide to make Anthony angry in bed too. 

You knew Tito was a dom in bed as soon as you met him: he helped you to sit and to get up on your first date, and he led you to your car with his hand on your lower back. One month into getting to know each other, you were planning a gathering with his friends and he was the one to assign everyone with a task. Some days he would use fewer words and stick with hand gestures or eye contact to tell you what he wanted or what he was silently saying. 

So when you two had sex for the first time and he was on top, you were not surprised, you also weren’t surprised when he asked how would you feel about hair pulling, choking, and tying. And, well, you’d never tried any of this, so you were honest with him, knowing that honesty was the key to make things work. He promised to go slow, and he watched you intently while he did everything just to make sure you were comfortable. You can still remember how it felt when he first stretched you, how your heel went to his back to accommodate his waist better, how this movement gave him the perfect angle to go all the way until the end. 

You also remember the hickeys he left on your skin, mostly on places where your clothes could hide, but some you knew he purposely made for people to see. And people saw, indeed and also heard. He got a noise complaint twice because his old bed would scratch and bang on the wall, and that wouldn’t be a huge problem if it was anyone else, but it was Anthony, a hockey player, at that point -your boyfriend-, and he had the stamina to go for hours. A chug of water, maybe a fruit snack, and less than twenty minutes later he was ready to go again - or he would use these twenty minutes to get you off with his mouth and fingers. So the noise complaint was very much expected. 

Now six months into the relationship, this wasn’t a problem anymore. Tito bought a new bed, and even talked with a friend about the possibility of getting soundproof walls. That’s why you were drinking your water and eating one of his energy bars while watching the game. The dynamic after games was usually very sexual, it didn’t matter if he was on the road or at home, you would find a way to get off, either phone sex or spicy pics. He never left you to your own hands. 

The Isles were playing against the Penguins and you knew he was pissed off because of their losing streak against that team. That made him angry with some specifics players too. When he got home last night, you just cuddled together and went to sleep, he was tired and fuming because of their loss, and he probably heard a handful by his coach. Because of those losses, you knew he was going to skate his way around the ice tonight more than ever, and, especially, that he was angry. 

You were laying on his couch when the game started, the Isles skating around the ice in a way you would have bet was a premonition for another loss, but ten minutes in things started to go differently, and that was the exact moment when you sat and gripped Beau’s shirt before an amazing shot hit the Pens’ net. They kept the rhythm on for the next two periods, although they were pretty much stressful- a handful of times you caught yourself holding your breath or cursing. The last two were also a stage for your boyfriend’s anger. He was pissed in a way you’d never seen before on the ice, and when Sidney Crosby pushed Pulock, Tito had had enough and shoved the opposition’s player on the ice. Torn between finding it hot or funny, you chose the latter letting out a loud laugh. Yet, when another exchange of pushes happened between the Pens’ superstar and Beau you sure felt the heat taking up space inside your body and you shifted on the couch. There was another goal and the game kept on providing stress and anxiety for the fans, but you were stuck on the scene your boyfriend had just put up. 

He was usually like this in bed, but not that much on the ice, and seeing that happening outside the four walls left you with a lingering warmth inside your body, and not the cute warmth you usually felt when he cooked for you or told you how much he loved you. But the warmth you got whenever he bent you on the kitchen counter or held your hand tight while going down on you. 

It was past midnight when you heard the door open and close, the soft click making your heart beat faster. He was home. You heard the thud of his bag on the floor and his steps bringing his scent closer to the living room where you were sitting on the couch wearing only his jersey and his favorite lace.

“Hey you, winner,” your voice echoed in the dimly lit apartment and you could see his lips curling in a small smile.

“Hey, babe,” his lips found yours on a quick peck and you looked up for more contact, but Anthony was already walking to the kitchen. 

“Are you ok?” you asked, barefoot padding the floor until you reached the stool.

Your boyfriend was already busy cutting some bananas in a bowl, “Yeah, just a little stressed with the game and hungry,” he answered.

“But you won,” you stated in confusion. 

His eyes scanned you for a second before going back to his task. The silence was everything you needed to know: he really was not in the mood for long talks after the episode, but you were a woman on a mission and you knew exactly what to do to get Anthony riddled up. 

“You guys had a great game…” you began, cautious with your words and actions, hands reaching for a banana on the fruit bowl. “How was playing against Sidney Crosby?”

You saw how his eyebrows raised slightly before pouring honey on his bowl and whipping his fingers with his tongue. You knew the action wasn’t supposed to be filthy, yet you’ve been dating him long enough to know that he knew every action of his could be seen as sexual at some point. 

“It was normal, he’s a normal hockey player like any of us,” his tone is nonchalant. 

You suppress a grin, “he’s not like any of you, he’s Sidney Crosby. Just last night he reached his thousandth game,” Tito’s now chewing on his fruit and you can see how the motion seems tighter after your words, still you keep going, “he’s like a superstar! I would love to meet him any of these days…” you trail off busying yourself on biting the banana you just peeled off. His eyes trained on how your lips wrap around the piece of fruit, your tongue purposely darting out. Your boyfriend chooses silence again and you huff rolling your eyes. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” he queries, eyes on his bowl, jaw still clenched tight while biting another piece of his fruit. You dart your eyes in another direction while biting your banana again, this time without so much care on giving him a hard time. “I asked you a question, y/n,” his tone was sharp and his voice low. You shake your head. 

He grabs his water bottle before chugging half of the content, “Cat got your tongue? I swear I just saw you poking it out while eating that banana to provoke me,” he tauntingly  gives you a defiant look. 

Anthony motions for you to come to him and you follow his orders willingly, eager to finally have your way with him. You’re within arm’s reach when he tugs you closer, making you stumble in the middle of his big thighs. In a blink of an eye, you feel the sting on your butt cheeks, his big hands finding it again one more time before grabbing your chin. “You can’t even wait for your man to eat,” it’s a low grunt and he seems more annoyed with your playful smile, and you see the perfect opportunity to tease him a little bit more, “You could eat something else, there’s nothing stopping you…” 

With that Anthony seems to lose his judgment before swinging your body on top of the counter, “you’re being such a brat tonight” his hands grab your butt squeezing it hard, “that’s not how you get the things you want” 

“No? Then why are you about to fuck me?” you mock him knowing damn right that this would only make him go harder on you. 

“Crisse,” (holy shit) his French accent makes your pussy throb. You loved when he talked in French to you.

His big hand pushes you back in a swift motion, the same hand spreads your legs for him, and it’s only a second before you’re fully laying on the counter. Still wearing only a lace thong and his jersey, you know the former is about to be ripped out of you. Anthony drags his fingers from the bottom of your belly to your breasts before gifting you a devilish smirk as soon as he notices you’re not wearing a bra. 

“You think Sidney Crosby is the superstar, but you know damn well I’m gonna be the reason why you’re seeing stars tonight,” he whispers before sitting on the stool and kissing up to your thighs. His lips are sticky from the honey and because they’re cold it sends chills running through your warm body. You stretch your arms to reach his hair and he hums grabbing your wrists harshly, “no hair pulling for you tonight,” his murmurs hit your skin and you let out a small whine. 

In order to play with your sensations, you see him taking a long gulp of his cold water. You know it will make his mouth colder and slicker, and you know he’s only doing it because he’s planning to spend a long time between your legs.

And that he does.

You sigh when his lips finally reach your pussy, the shock it causes is good and you can’t help but close your thighs in an attempt to bring him where you are really yearning for his lips. Nevertheless, that’s not what he has planned for you, and he drags his mouth between your pussy lips long before finally wrapping his lips on your clit and humming in pleasure. 

“Oh fuck,” you let out a whine when his fingers reach for your nipple and twist it hard. His wet tongue flickered on your clit and he dived in deeper, making you feel all of him, from his stubble that was starting to grow to his full lips, you could feel it all.

“Anthony,” you try to form a sentence in the exact moment he pushs one finger inside of you, but your voice comes out as a prayer. A plea for more. 

You were a sinner for him.

“You taste so good,” it’s a pleasure mumble and it comes just before his palm strikes your butt cheeks in a firm slap. “I could spend days here, bébé” 

“Anthony,” you try again and this time he laughs with his lips still wrapped around your clit. The vibrations send shivers through your whole body, your toes curl and you try to reach for his hair again before his hand holds both of your wrists. 

You’re close and he knows it because he adds another finger and curls it. It’s a ‘come here’ motion and from another dimension, you were almost able to hear him whisper the same words in French. 

“Give it to me,” he demands, and you do as said just as another finger hits your right spot. For some seconds the kitchen’s ceiling turns black with dots and your vision goes blurry. Toes curling, the pitch on your belly button finally making its way out just like the curses and moans that leave your mouth. Most of them being his name and how good he makes you feel. 

You’re not even done with your high when his big hands grab your ankles bringing your body to the edge of the counter and making you sit. “Open your mouth,” he demands. 

You moan, eyes rolling back from pleasure, “put your tongue out for me, má chérie,” his hands, now holding your jaw, tighten around you. There’s a whimper of bliss and you part your lips wide bringing your tongue out just like demanded before he spits on your mouth. 

“See how good you taste?!” Anthony hums and you swallow it before poking your tongue out again and licking from his glistering chin to his lips. The action fuels a passionate kiss and it’s seconds before your weak legs wrap themselves around his waist bringing him closer. Your core finds the bulge on his pants and you whimper feeling aroused again. 

Your boyfriend is fast to grasp the underside of your thighs bringing your body close to his before making his way towards the bedroom. You take your time licking and kissing his neck and jaw until your body hits the mattress and he’s unbuckling his belt.

“Take it off” he commands, unbuttoning his dress shirt. You’re fast to obey taking off the jersey you’re wearing, now you’re fully naked in front of him. 

“Hands,” you put both of your wrists together and he fastens his belt around it tight. 

From the way his eyebrows were slightly up to his lips parted, you knew he was about to give you another orgasm, you knew that he wasn’t done and he wouldn’t be any time soon. 

“Do we have a safe word tonight, bébé?” his full lips find your jaw and neck and he nibbles on your ear before sucking harshly on your neck again. 

His purpose is to mark you, not only where people can see, but also where they can’t. Just like your waist is being held with such fierceness, you know it’ll leave prints there. You hum a yes dropping your head to the side so he can have more access to your skin, “use your words, you know I need to hear you say it,” he whispers now bringing his mouth to your nipples and biting it lightly. You whimper, “our safe word is blue.” 

“Perfect,” you can feel his smile on your skin and when you reach for his hair with your hands tied, he pushes them up. His strong arm swings on top of your belly and he takes his time on your breasts before making his way lower. There’s a pitch bubbling on your belly again just with the idea of it and he gives you mischievous grim kissing and licking your thighs. 

“Beau,” you whine already feeling your legs weakening again.

“I told you I was hungry, you were the one who suggested the meal,” the funny remark is accompanied by a flicker of his tongue on your cunt. “Now I’ll only stop when I’m satisfied.” 

You curse closing your hands and trying to bring your waist up. He shakes his head, “huh huh, that’s a bad girl attitude,” he spits on your pussy and you moan loud, “and you know exactly what we do to bad girls in this house, don’t you?” 

You nod and he chuckles.

“Words.” 

“I know, sir.” 

“Now, there’s my good girl,” he praises finding your clit and holding it carefully between his teeth, “now give it to me just like you suggested,” he murmurs before diving on your pussy, his tongue gentle and slow, in contrast with his solid arm pinning you to the bed and his rough behavior. 

It would be a long ride and you would feel every step taken, because each one would bring you closer to the inevitable. You felt urgency though; you wanted him to fuck your brains out already. But Anthony took his time, and you knew he was being good because he let you cum in the kitchen even after you provoked him. When his point finger entered you, your eyes couldn’t focus and you knew you were closer, yet instead of giving you a release, your boyfriend took his kisses to your thighs grinning at you one more time. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he speaks under his breath, eyes trained on your pussy. Yet you don’t feel ashamed, because it’s Anthony, and he knows you like the back of his hands, he knows what to do to make you comfortable and he knows how to make you feel good. He would praise and love your body rightly, so you let him. You spread your legs wider and gave him a lopsided smile. 

“Please,” you plead again that night; however, he follows your request this time. 

Anthony dives in again, licking and spitting, flickering his tongue and using his fingers. Giving you what he got and what he knows you like. Your body is fast to answer, your waist trying to go higher to find his mouth, your toes curling, your head shooting back and your eyes rolling. 

He got you there. Fast.

And he made sure to ride you out of you high, this tongue not the least careful with your sensitive bud, while cleaning you up he kept licking it lightly. Full lips brushing it with dedication. 

“Now I want you on all fours,” there’s a dirty smile on his glistering lips and you hold back another moan with the image of Anthony sitting between your legs, face glowing with your cum, “allos y,” (c’mon). You turn your body, holding your hands before supporting your head on the pillows, ass up for him.

There’s the noise of a slap and the sting on your butt cheeks, right before a soft kiss is placed on top of the surely red mark. His hands roam around your body and you shiver when he grabs your hair. “Crisse, tu as l'air si chaud,” (holy shit, you look so hot) Anthony slaps you booty again and finally slips his finger at your entrance feeling your wetness pool around. You’re already ready for him again and he seems pleased with the realization. So pleased it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside of you hitting just the right spot. Your body shots upward and he holds you by your waist keeping your butt bent. 

“Anthony,” you moan loudly when he starts moving ruthlessly inside of you. There’s something hot about how his body is being aggressive and you are taking it all, how his hips are almost knocking your body down, “right - fucking - there,” you whine and he keeps going, this time grabbing your hair and making your body lean towards him. 

“Whose name are you screaming tonight, bébé?” he mumbles bending his own body on top of yours without completely letting go of the position. 

“Yours,” your answer between groans. 

“Let me hear you” 

And you do.

You say his name out loud and clear, and you’re almost sure the neighbors are going to hear it. Yet you do it again and again while the sound of your voice is mixed with the noise of his skin hitting your skin and his feral grunts. He’s big and hard inside you and every time he goes out to get inside again you can feel your pussy stretching out to accommodate him. 

“Beau,” you moan and he chuckles leaning his body down to kiss your back. You see from the corner of your eyes when he finds the black marker on the top of your drawer, you can almost see his head working on ideas, and then he’s grabbing the sharpie you were using to write on your sticky notes earlier today. 

His body is straight up again and his movements are now slower, as he unclasps the marker and you feel its cold material hit your skin. There’s a long up and then down movement, you’re almost sure it’s an M, and then there’s a harsh line of an I, you can hear his grunts louder and he stops himself for a second before shooting his body towards yours again. The sharpie finds your skin again, this time to draw an N, you knew he was doing it big, not only for his eyes, but for you to feel and to know exactly what it was as he wrote the last letter, an E. 

You roll your eyes when he closes and throws the sharpie somewhere in the room before leaving another one of his blows on your butt cheeks. Anthony swings his arm around your torso bringing you up to him, your back hitting his solid chest, “you’re mine,” and that’s what it takes for you to come undone on his still hard cock. Your whole body trembles and your vision goes blurry again, there are tears in your eyes, and this time your moans turn into screams of satisfaction. 

He keeps fucking you through your high and you curse dropping your head back on his shoulder. His hand sneaks in front of your body to touch your sensitive clit, and you hold it sinking your nails on his skin. “Oh fuck,” he grunts drawing his finger deeper. You’re not sure if your body can’t take so much pleasure.

“Let me ride you,” it’s a prayer, a plea, a cry, and you can feel his lips on your neck before your bodies are turned and you’re on top taking him deeper, touching new spots. 

“That’s it, bébé,” he praises you and you roll your hips using your last energies. His hands find their way to your thighs and his short nails dig on your skin bringing you impossibly closer. There’s a deep grunt from him and a small whine from you. It’s hard for your eyes to focus, and you use your body to pin his down and your tied hands find his neck before squeezing it. His hips shot up under you and you scream, tightening your grip on him and squeezing his dick inside of you. 

You can feel another knot on the pitch of your belly, but this time it feels different to recognize this new sensation. That’s when you notice the wetness under you dripping onto his cock to his belly button and in the bed. 

“Fuck,” he moans, “Oh shit, you’re squirting,” his big hands go to your back and he keeps shooting his hips up to meet your pussy, “that’s it, bébé, give it to me once more,” and you’re squeezing him one last time before giving both of you a mind-blowing orgasm. Your body tumbles on top of his and this time things go pitch black instead of blurry. You can still feel his hot body under you and his rapid heartbeat, but your body is fluttering and there’s nothing in front of you. There’s only his body. There’s only your boyfriend existing under you with his cock still deep inside of you. 

It’s seconds before his caresses on your back become some kind of poking, “y/n?” 

“Huh?” you mumble, your voice raspy. He chuckles.

“Fuck, you passed out,” he sounds proud and you giggle. 

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you confess without finding the strength to move your hands and caress him back, but Anthony keeps the tip of his fingers moving softly around your body, “I think I should talk more about Sidney Crosby, huh?” you joke and his hips shot upward making you moan Anthony’s name. Although he just came, he’s still hard and deep inside your soaked pussy.

“What were you saying?” he questions with a smug grin. “I think you were saying something about a certain player, Sidney Crosby maybe?” 

You arch your eyebrows, “who’s Sidney Crosby? I only know Anthony Beauvillier,” and he laughs at your answer before kissing your lips softly. You know there’s gonna be a time for water and a fruit snack later and then he’s going again, because he’s never done until you’re completely wrecked, the only name able to escape your lips being his. 

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Update: hnnnnn

this is just a rant, feel free to ignore. but explains why no korean news.

I get up at 5:45 for work, and get home at around 5:30-6. After getting home and masking for an entire day I basically lie on the floor in the dark for three hours. It takes that long before my brain starts to boot up. I cannot begin to describe how exhausting it is talking to people and teaching and being normal and everything being loud and never being told anything and being expected to rewrite a lesson plan with zero notice with no real reason other than a vague ‘oh...I think it would be better another way’ and being told 12412 conflicting things by different people and also being treated like a nice pet that’s all shiny and new and being incredibly patronised. (I do something and my boss is like ‘Wow! My English daughter from [X university] is so clever! Such a genius!’ and then micromanages every aspect of lesson planning including moving tables because where I put them is ‘not good’.) And being normal. 

A significant part of this is just me dealing with working with other people. Every day I learn things about myself and they are Bad. I’m a chill person! I’m flexible! I’m fun! I like meeting new people! Literally all lies. I stalk around the school as a bundle of pent up rage behind a slightly manic smile. I am, as the cool kids say, in my JGY era. Reverting back to my primary school days of being an ‘unusually aggressive child’ who ‘doesn’t engage in team activities’ and ‘shows no interest in other children’. ALL THE COOL KIDS HATE TEAM ACTIVITIES (and other children). These are all things about myself I like to conveniently forget. Shocked and offended when they turn out to be relevant to daily life. 

Also everything is loud. And everyone talks. And even with my nice headphones in I can still hear them. And they all make water-cooler conversation. And every time I walk down a corridor the entire school population says hello / tries to gift me their pencils / touches my arms / shrieks and runs away / screams HELLO TEACHER and dissolves into giggles.

Also like. My room is an absolute disaster - I don’t have any food and am living off oats and instant noodles (if I eat enough at school lunchtime, I won’t *need* to cook right - not ED, don’t worry, just ADHD). I am also feeling very despondent because I can’t do ANY of the things I love because it takes too much brain. I can’t write. I can’t do languages - which is a disaster for Korean, because there is no point during the day when I can sit down with a fresh brain and learn. Chinese is ok because I can just do Anki (and I vaguely know most of the words in the HSK deck I have seen so far, I just don’t know how to write them / need a reminder / got the tone wrong etc, so they’re not totally new) and listen to podcasts (the walk to school is 50 minutes each way, so....I will be listening to a LOT of podcasts) and watch dramas. But Korean...at this stage of learning there is no passive learning. It’s all active. I’ve tried the TTMIK podcasts but - maybe unpopular opinion - I can’t stand the presenters lmao they’re so annoying. They take 15 minutes to say what could be said in literally 3 and then don't give you enough examples and just spend the other 12 minutes making the same jokes every single fucking time. JUST TEACH ME KOREAN WE ARE NOT HERE TO BE FRIENDS. (I am angry about this a normal amount. If anyone has a recommendation of less pal-y podcasts that don’t try to be #fun and #relatable please let me know. Literally the most boring grammar shit please I can’t stand anything else teeth gnawing biting gnashing ready to rip plaster from the walls)

And my mood is very low. Objectively the new school is great, and I like the students. It’s just always not a particularly fun time full of sexy introspection when you realise your three neurodivergencies in a trenchcoat mean working with other people in literally any capacity is enough to make you want to strap yourself into an rocket and fire it into the sun. 

[codenamed-queenie]

#BatsInQuarantine

I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.

The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.

Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched. 

However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire. 

So. Quarantine it is. 

But how are his kids handling it?

Dick - 

100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.

He lasted 2 days. 

Then he started to get twitchy. 

And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.

He bounces off the walls.

Literally.

“I have to climb.” 

“Dick, no.”  

“I have to climb everything.”

Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t. 

Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass. 

Desperate for news of the outside. 

He thrives off of it like a starving man. 

Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret(TM) approximately 5 minutes after. 

The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)

Jason - 

Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.

But he’s nothing if not an opportunist. 

The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:

Self Improvement

Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)

Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)

And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.

So he settles on baking. 

Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)

Uses recipes he finds off Google.

His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.

Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results. 

Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it. 

Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up. 

Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done. 

Barbara - 

Self-quarantined with her dad. 

They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.

It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive. 

Calls the manor to video-chat every day.

For her sanity just as much as theirs. 

Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together. 

Bonus points for Creativity

One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles. 

Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony. 

Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.

Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window. 

She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.

They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background. 

She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute. 

Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen. 

(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)

Tim -

Oh this boy.

Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’ 

Now he’s just vibing.

The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.

He Has No Spleen, you see.

Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”

He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.

Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe. 

Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)

Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned. 

No one with any symptoms--

Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.

--is allowed within 10 feet of Tim. 

Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being. 

(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)

He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out. 

But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.

Nobody wants to risk it. 

Cass - 

No one has seen her since quarantine started.

Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though

Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.

Or at least someone does, at any rate. 

(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)

Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed. 

It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far. 

But no one knows for sure. 

She is Tim’s Guardian Angel. 

People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later. 

Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic. 

Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.

She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day. 

Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’  mostly. 

She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost. 

Steph - 

Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first. 

(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)

Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.

She is impossible to pin down. 

Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable. 

No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving. 

Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks. 

Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.

Even Bruce’s. 

She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic. 

When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place. 

Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.

Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.

Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.

Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.

Stephanie Brown is not that way.

Damian - 

Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.

At least not inside the house. 

He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine. 

Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds. 

(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)

(Jason is winning.)

He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion. 

The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time. 

No one’s entirely sure what those ways are. 

In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time. 

Only that he is Out There. 

And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had. 

So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.

They were trying to break in and steal supplies. 

(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)

He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.

Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat. 

Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts. 

Duke - 

Did not leave the attic for two weeks. 

Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement. 

Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement. 

This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement. 

Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:

i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.

Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa. 

She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.

She is his only comfort. His only ally. 

He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others. 

Duke has seen these people under pressure. 

He knows exactly what he’s dealing with. 

Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”

*offended butler noises from the other room*

Duke: “And also Alfred.”