#especially when several of us are straight up animals

[creatureintheaffinicompact]

i dont just need to be domesticated, i also NEED class G's, not just for the rapid perfect transition but also i can finally fulfill my purpose of becoming a catgirl

[kiame-sama]

in our world, we have monsterfuckers, the shape of water, more monster/human-relationship fiction, and sex toys designed to look like something an animal/monster would have. in the au, how would the reverse be? is there a market for humanfuckers? would idia have to hide all his sex toys and smut?

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Azul, Jade, Floyd, Riddle, Idia, Lilia, and (surprisingly) Leona are the ones really considered to be Humanfuckers.

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There are a bunch of Humanfuckers in Monster AU TWST. Most merfolk are big into Humanfucking and bemoan the fact that Humans are Extinct. To merfolk, Humans were peak beauty standards and even relics of Humans or their likeness is used for sex toys of varying types. From foot-shape, to tongue shape, and even genitals, many monster folk have made sex toys in the likeness of Humans despite Humans being extinct.

Trottr is the TWST AU's version of Tumblr and Azul has a blog dedicated to Humanfucker fics with a decent follower count. He himself has written no less than 900,000 words among his various fics that are solely Humanfucker content. He writes some of the filthiest smut with a straight face despite being a blushing virgin who gets squirmy at the prospect actually kissing someone. He prays the Human never finds his Trottr account or he will hide in an Octopus pot and never leave it again.

Riddle is into more of the fluffy Humanfucker fics as Unicorns always had a very close bond with Humans before the extinction. He has long since fantasized about having his own Human to be his King of Hearts that he can marry and domestically snuggle. Riddle has been interested in Humans since he was a little colt hearing stories of the Queen of Hearts and her Human.

Floyd and Jade are big into reading the Humanfucker content Azul and others write, but neither are interested in writing for themselves. Floyd because he just wants to enjoy a fic and not work on it, Jade because he likes the idea of having a Human of his own and finds the near desperate content Azul rolls out to be delicious.

Idia has been a die-hard Humanfucker for years because he grew up with the granddaddy protector of all Humans- Papa Hades. Idia has several fleshlights of Human asses and vaginas and even a few cocks he uses frequently. There is a reason he was alright with being the Human's guard despite his anxiety and he religiously watches the many cameras he has placed around Ramshackle (a few hidden ones in the Human's room too).

Lilia is new to Trottr- introduced by Idia himself during their gaming sessions- but quickly found the Humanfucker side of Trottr and never left it. He thinks it's funny how much these authors get wrong about Humans, but some content certainly gets him going and purring loudly. He is particularly a fan of Azul's Humanfucker content.

Leona is a closeted Humanfucker and refuses to admit to it, especially because he is a Nemean Lion. He loves the idea of a soft little Human he can just go down on for hours and the idea of those Human hands pulling his mane make his eyes roll back in bliss. He loves the Humanfucker content but never leaves Anon.

The Humanfuckers of Twisted Wonderland really popped off when it was revealed a Human now lived at Night Raven College. Fanart, fics, and even some pornos have already been made using the Human's likeness because now all the Humanfuckers actually have a Human to obsess over instead of wistful wishing over an extinct species. The thirst is real and even a few of the representatives are closeted Humanfuckers. Honestly, the #Human #Humanfucker tags on Trottr have never been so well-fed before.

Malleus is an unofficial Humanfucker because he isn't interested in Humans as a whole, just His Human Hoard member.

If nudes of the Human were to ever circulate, the Humanfuckers would be rabid over them and literally eat the pictures because of how desperate they are. There is a reason many of the Poachers are not looking to kill the Human, but to kidnap them. Either for their own Humanfucking desires or to satiate the desires of other Humanfuckers.

[a-killer-obsession]

G, P, U 12 or 14+15 or all three?👀👀

Two Silly Boys

Prompt: Degradation/Sex Pollen/Unbearable

Additional Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns, begging, oral (receiving), ass eating (receiving), petplay dog/master, double penetration (anal + vaginal), anal fingering, outdoor sex, semi-public sex

WC: 2.8k

Event Masterlist

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Going out to sea to explore the world was something you'd dreamed of doing since you were a child, so when captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law, offered you a place on his crew as their resident botanist you happily accepted. Much like you, Law was a healer, but while he practised modern medicine, you used more traditional methods. It was one of the reasons he was so keen on having you join, he'd come to learn the hard way several times in his journey that modern medicines and remedies weren't always available, and while he knew a little about the botany in North Blue and how to use it to heal, the flora of the Grandline was a whole different ordeal. He wanted to learn from you, as well as teach his crew how to stay safe when there were so many unfamiliar and dangerous plants in the New World. Born and raised on the Grandline, New World flora was your specialty, and you were happy to share your knowledge. In truth, it was nice to have someone who cared enough to listen.

Being botanist to the Heart Pirates did have its downsides though, namely two of them: Shachi and Penguin. You couldn't possibly fathom how no matter how many times you scolded them, they always ended up in the infirmary after touching or eating a plant that they shouldn't have. It drove you insane, you swore next time they needed a healing tincture that you'd just let them suffer. The two of them never learned, and somehow it always fell to you to fix their mistakes, because they didn't want the captain to literally rearrange their limbs for being such idiots.

A new uninhabited island loomed on the horizon, docking procedures already underway, and you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, having no doubt you'd be seeing them in the infirmary later. You gave the crew the usual talk; don't touch or eat anything without checking with you first, don't pick anything, don't stomp on mushrooms even if they look cool and squishable. You hoped the trouble makers were listening but you knew they weren't. Once docked, you spent the afternoon with the crew, exploring the island and collecting herbs and flowers that you knew had medical uses and gathering them carefully in a basket. You were especially delicate with a flower you recognised as having use for treating libido and erectile issues, you had no use for it but you thought Law might be interested in its properties for the way it increased blood flow, so you carefully picked several and placed them in an airtight jar.

You returned to the ship to store and organise your forage, setting some aside for drying and making notes and sketches in your journal about the variety of flora on the island. Forage sorted and put away, you left the ship again for a more causal, exploratory wander. The others had declared after a thorough search that there was no danger on this island, there were barely any large animals at all which meant the only predators were too small to truly endanger a human. Confident you were safe on your own, you wandered into the forest. You weren't worried about getting lost, you had an exceptional sense of direction and worst case the island was only about a three hour walk wide, you would appear on a beach eventually if you walked in a straight line, and from there you could just circle it to the ship.

An hour into your leisurely walk and the sound of moaning caught your attention. At first you thought you'd accidently stumbled on a few crewmates taking advantage of the dense forest, and turned to leave and give them privacy, till the moans mixed with pained curses and desperate cries. They sounded like they were injured so you hurried towards the sound, already pulling off your backpack to grab your emergency supplies. You skidded to a stop when the crewmates came into view though. The troublemakers, who else. What shocked you however was their current predicament. Naked as the day they were born, covered in a sheen of sweat, dicks in each other's hands, desperately pulling at each other. You weren't sure you'd even seen them without their signature hats before, Shachi's orange-brown hair falling over his face in sweat slickened strands, Penguin's short black hair dusted with dirt like he'd at some point been laying down.

“Yes, yes, yes, noooooooo,” Penguin cried out, so close to an edge but unable to topple over it. He shoved Shachi hard, instigating a round of aggressive fighting, uncaring of their nudity as they fought in the dirt. “You're not doing it right!”

“Neither are you!!” Shachi yelled back, kneeing him in the gut, “how hard could it possibly be to make another dude cum!”

“Ask your fucking self, useless prick!” Penguin decked him with a solid punch right to the jaw and Shachi quickly returned it with his own, the two best friends shocking you with the force they laid into each other and spat insults, covered in bruises, their erect cocks bouncing with every movement.

“CUT IT OUT! BOTH OF YOU!” you snapped at them, emerging from the treeline and grabbing them both by an ear, pulling them away from each other as they winced at your hard hold. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?”

You could barely understand a word they were saying as they both yelled over each other, not even bothering to cover themselves. You caught something about hiking, something about a dare maybe? And ah… a flower. Of fucking course.

“Stop, stop,” you sighed, releasing them to run hands down your tired face, “did you two idiots touch a flower? Yellow? Pink tips? Six pedals?”

“We uh..” Penguin started.

“...we ate it,” Shachi finished. You let out a pained groan, throwing your head back. God, these fucking two, you wanted to scream.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TWO IDIOTS NOT TO TOUCH THINGS?!” you shouted, the two of them now cowering at your feet. You couldn't help but notice the way the subtly touched your legs, it was the effects of the flower no doubt. “Why the fuck did you eat it?”

“It smelt nice!” Shachi wined, “and it tasted sweet so Penguin ate one too”

“But then we… got… hard,” Penguin sighed.

“How long have you dumbasses been out here jerking each other off?” You sighed.

“... three hours,” Shachi whined, practically nuzzling against your leg. You couldn't help the electricity it sent to your core, you'd never seen just how muscular the two of them were under the boilersuits, not to mention their sizable cocks. Nothing quite like two muscled men on their knees to get a girl going.

“What do we doooooo [y/n]?” Penguin cried, nestling against your other leg, the two of them each claiming a leg and running their hands up them as they knelt in front of you.

“The flower you two idiots ate is a powerful aphrodisiac,” you explained, allowing them some small relief by scratching their scalps, making them let out little whines. God, they were like animals in heat. “The flower relies on the wildlife around it to eat the flowers so their nose spreads pollen from one plant to the next. It encourages the production of said wildlife by setting them into a breeding frenzy. More animals means more opportunity to spread pollen. You two knuckleheads are no smarter than a wild boar, its working exactly as intended”

“So what do we do?” Shachi whined, “we… we tried doing it ourselves, we tried helping each other, but we can't… we can't finish”

“That's because the flower wants you to breed,” you sighed, “for a mammal with a phallus, you need to finish inside another. If you were females, you'd need someone to finish inside you. Men have died from this you know? You'll keep going till you either do what the flower wants, or until you drop dead”

“So we just… have to fuck?” Penguin asked coyly.

“Yup, good luck fellas,” you shook them off your legs and turned to leave, “don't forget to warm each other up first!”

“Wait… no!” Shachi looked at Penguin and almost cried, “we're not into men! I'm not doing that!”

“Speak for yourself…” Penguin muttered.

“Shut up Peng!” Shachi shouted, shoving him and setting off another fist fight, “you're not fucking my ass! Or my mouth for that matter!”

You made an annoyed groan as you pulled them off each other again, the two of them quickly reclaiming your legs, more aggressive with their touches now, hands travelling past the hem of your skirt.

“Let us fuck you! Please!” Penguin begged.

“We'll make you feel so good, I promise!” Shachi added. You rolled your eyes at them but couldn't deny the arousal pooling between your legs as the two men begged for you and ran hands up your thighs. It was a tempting predicament. You weren't sure anyone had ever helped two pollen victims before either, it could be interesting research to observe how they interacted with each other. Would they work together? Would they fight for dominance? It was a fascinating proposition.

“Fine,” you relented, parting your legs slightly, “but you two pathetic boys better make me cum till I see stars or I'm telling the captain”

They didn't even bother to give you a verbal reply before they were all over you, running their tongues up your legs and tugging at your clothes. Shachi stood and pulled off your shirt as Penguin unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground. They were like rabid dogs as they saw your underwear, and they made quick work of it, Shachi removing your bra, sucking on your breasts and groping them roughly as he stood beside you, while Penguin tugged down your panties and pulled you to rest your core on his face. You had to rely on Shachi to keep you upright as Penguin pulled your leg over his shoulder, and you cried out as he immediately drove his tongue between your folds, lapping at you like a parched dog, messily licking up any slick he could find and bullying his tongue inside you to find more.

“Fuck, Peng,” you moaned, hips rolling as you rode his tongue, “just like that, fuck. Who knew such a dumb, useless dog would have some use? Good dog, lap me up good,” Penguin moaned into you at your words, doubling his efforts, and you swore you heard him bark against your pussy.

“Am I a good dog too?” Shachi whined, letting your breast go with a pop to look at you with needy eyes.

“I don't see you eating your food like a good boy,” you huffed, “get on your knees and I'll see if you're worth my time”

Shachi dropped to his knees behind you, making a definite bark before pulling your cheeks apart and running his tongue against your asshole. If he had a tail, you had no doubt it’d be waggling. You shivered at the wet muscles lapping at you, feeling the way the two men's tongues occasionally met between your legs as they ate you out from both sides, Shachi's tongue bullying its way inside your tight hole. You reached one hand back to hold his head for support, a hand buried in each man's hair as they made growls and sloppy sounds against you, their cocks twitching untouched as they serviced you.

“Good dogs,” you purred, “fuck, gonna cum right on your faces, hnng~”

Penguin made a excited sounding yelp as you gushed on his face, and you cried out as Shachi took the opportunity to slip a finger in your ass, spitting on it and adding a second, your whole body tingling as he finger fucked you through your already intense orgasm. The two of them didn’t let up, Shachi’s tongue running over your ass and thighs before adding a third finger, stretching you open so you could take him.

“Good dogs,” you panted, barely able to keep yourself upright with the way your legs were quickly turning to jelly, “the two of you have worked hard, now show me how feral you are and come fuck me”

They moved faster than you could comprehend, working in tandem to get you in position so they could both fuck you. You expected them to lay you down, but instead Shachi lifted you so Penguin could slide inside your pussy, making you gasp at how fast he went to the hilt, before Penguin grabbed you himself and you wrapped your limbs around him. Shachi held your hips steady as he lined himself up with your ass, then he spat on his cock pumped it a few times to spread it. You held your breath, wincing a little from the stretch as he slid inside you slowly. They both held you still for a moment to adjust, the three of you panting heavily, both boys working hard to hold back and not just immediately slam into you. You gave them a small nod to let them know you were ready, mentally bracing yourself for what you knew would be a rough fuck given the effects of the flower. Shachi held your hips bruisingly tight, Penguin supporting your thighs, and the two of them began working in sync to lift and drop you, using you like a toy to get themselves off as they made deep thrusts in time. Between the strength of the two of them you were practically weightless, thrown around like a ragdoll as they grunted like rabid animals and fucked you mercilessly hard. Every hard thrust knocked the wind out of you till all you could do was whine as they used your body, quickly bringing you to orgasm again. Liquid dripped down their thighs from your release, wetting the dirt below you, the sound of them fucking your holes making sloppy sounds that echoed in the trees mingled with your collective moans.

“So good, good dogs,” you moaned, your tits squeezed against Penguin’s hard pecs, sweat making the three of you sticky as it collected between your bodies, your back pressed against Shachi’s front.

“Cum for us again, please,” Penguin whined.

“Need it. Need to feel you cum again,” Shachi added, his teeth grazing your shoulder.Penguin leaned back a little so he could rub your clit hard with his thumb, and you felt yourself spiralling.

“Fuck, fuck,” you cried, “cumming”

The two of them made deep groans that vibrated through you as they felt you squeeze around them, unable to let out your own moan from how hard you were cumming, the air entirely knocked out of you. All you could do was shake and see white dots in your vision as the two of them unloaded inside you, finally finding relief from the flower as they gave it what it wanted. The amount of cum they put in you was immense, another side effect of the flower, your two holes immediately dripping with white as they pulled out and held you steady while you found your footing and you practically collapsed against Penguin’s chest. Shachi grabbed the tank top he usually wore under his boiler suit and shook the dirt off, then he used it to do what he could to clean the impressive amount of collective fluids from you, your legs shaking and threatening to give out as he dragged it carefully through your oversensitive core. Penguin continued to wordlessly keep you upright while Shachi dressed himself, then they switched. Once the two of them were dressed they helped you, laying soft kisses and gentle, thankful caresses over your body as they pulled your clothes back on, before Shachi lifted you into a bridal hold.

“So what did we learn?” you yawned as they started to carry you back to the ship.

“Eat strange flowers,” Shachi gave you a shit eating grin. You smacked him hard on the chest and he pouted.

“I’m telling Law,” you threatened.

“Please don’t!” Penguin begged, “I promise not to dare Shachi to eat weird plants, and I pinky promise to not eat any myself!”

“Shachi?” you raised a brow. He rolled his eyes and readjusted his hold on you, making you squeak as you were jostled.

“Fineeeee,” he groaned, “I promise not to eat any more random flowers, even if they get me laid”

“I could have just let you die you know,” you huffed.

“I won’t do it again!” Shachi yelped as you pulled hard on his ear.

“Good dog,” you smiled.

“Woof!” they both replied.

[moodyvoid]

what are your headcanons for the lov when someone catcalls their s/o?

and what about if their s/o fights the person who catcalled them?

The League of Villains reacting to someone catcalling their s/o.

Mr. Compress: Obviously this man isn’t going to stand for something so disrespectful, especially towards his s/o. He’d march right up to them and demand they apologize to his s/o. Regardless if one is given or not, he marbles them and pitches them into the nearest trash bin.

Dabi: The moment an inappropriate comment left the catcaller’s mouth, Dabi’s walking right over to them, all nonchalant. He’d be like “Yeah, they are pretty hot aren’t they? Wanna know what else is hot?” and suddenly the catcaller is up in flames.

Spinner: Spinner’s going to cuss them out and if they don’t apologize or walk away, he’s going to fight them. I can see him straight up punching someone out (because have you seen his biceps?) or pulling a sword out of nowhere and challenging them to a duel. His s/o will have to remind him that people don’t normally walk around with swords. Otherwise, he’d absolutely run them over with a car.

Twice: He would make several doubles and be like “You wanna run that by us again?” and the catcaller would flee the scene. His doubles are going to chase the catcaller while he checks on his s/o and makes sure they’re okay. If you listen carefully, you can hear the catcaller getting their ass beat.

Shigaraki: He’s going after them like a rabid animal. It’s 0-100. He’s walking along the sidewalk with his s/o and a catcaller says something crude and Shigaraki is already across the street by the time the catcaller finishes their sentence. They’re dead. He’ll walk back over to his s/o like, “So, anyway—“

Toga: She’s gonna stab the catcaller and then take her s/o to get ice cream.

As for if the s/o fights back: All of the league members would be beaming with pride as their s/o beats the living shit out of the catcaller.

Basically in every circumstance, the catcaller will die or be close to death 🙏

[hummingjay]

Random Replika headcanons because replikas are cute

Aras spend a lot of time crawling in vents, so their upper body strength is next level. They're also really good climbers. Also, when they do climb, they use overly smooth movements, like walking without bobbing up and down, mostly so they don't jarringly drop a tool on a belt, but this freaks others out. Some Aras find the smell of exhaust comforting, but not in the vents. It's like hearing bugs and animals in the forest: Comforting and safe-feeling in the forest, but a deer cry in the city is disconcerting. They also have excellent night vision, even though they carry flashlights. Kolibris are almost entirely immune to caffeine. Lots of sweet tea, so they're hyper which helps a heck-ton with keeping up with Storches and other taller fellas. Aras either love or hate hanging with them depending on the Ara or Kolibri, since on one hand Kolibris can get past their stoic demeanor and on the other Aras can't really keep to themselves. Uncannily good at close quarters combat, despite small stature. Goes for the crotch hard and often. They mainly use bioresonance for non-combat means, as overuse causes headaches and nosebleeds. If a kolibiri does try to kill with bioresonance, it is extremely painful for both parties, ending with ears, eyes, and nose bleeding, and sometimes so painful victims attempt ending themselves partly through. This usually only happens on accident, when a Kolibri is extremely unstable, Storches favorite drink is unironically water. I love water too so no hate. They like watching Aras climb since it reminds them of a spider, which they find cute, especially when Aras carry wire with them. In every cadre at least one (1) Starling has snorted gunpowder at one point. Both Starlings and Storches have built in ear protection for gunshots.

Elsters are also stoic and when given the chance hang out with Aras, sometimes only talking about mechanics. Because Eules are friendly, patient, and can read Aras faces, they eventually get close and an Ara may give access to vents or plants. This is the equivalent of a platonic (or not) wedding ring.

If an Ara decides you're unkind and shares this info with the cadre, it's not just a silent treatment. If you're mean enough, floors will come loose, doors will randomly malfunction, your service requests will remain unanswered just until Adler is about to file a performance complaint, and lights will randomly turn off. If anyone tries to bully a Mynah in any way will face consequences, severe ones. The culprit behind this could be literally anyone except Mynah, and consequences vary depending on the culprit, from ostracizing to being 'accidentally' locked in a room, to being straight up beaten up, and sometimes if the bullying is bad enough high ranking units will opt for decomissioning for 'disrupting workflow' and 'assault on a worker'. Once Storches get past their sadistic tendencies they're actually really fun to hang around and converse with, especially on literature on mythology and warfare. Odd fascination on Sisyphus but it's debated between Storches on wether he's happy or not. Adlers write and they write well. Handwriting on point, but they rarely write in cursive. Because they're sticklers for the rules not all Replikas like them too much, but as long as you comply with regulations they're relaxed guys who enjoy talking about writing and pens. Never insult a favorite pen. They will despise you. Debating pens in a general sense is admissible and often enjoyable. Insulting their Falke can and will have them legitimately attempt to murder you with whatever is on hand, always stating that a 'crime against the nation was committed'. Adlers can forgive protocol mistakes but never forgive such a sin. So long as performance is not hindered protocol breakages are permitted. Adlers are chill with replikas and even Gestalts having relationships with each other, and sometimes covers for them. If performance drops this can change. Each one writes fictional stories about an OC that they will never talk about but Kolibris and Falkes know about anyway. Often immune to propoganda but genuinely don't care, they legitimately love the nation enough that they're okay with whatever the nation is doing. Eules will go out of their way to be nice. If you out-nice them they can and will think of it as a challenge. They sometimes place freshmade food near the kitchen vents to let the Aras know it's time to eat. Eules will use ribbon to tie bows on each others hair and arms. Falkes quickly grow extremely protective of their workers, sometimes extending this fondness to gestalts, though they always let them work most grievances out on their own. If Aras grow similarly fond of their Falke they'll report back to her like Odin's ravens.

[possiblylando]

Trying to dissect all the stuff from the Akira Cross audiolog.

Okay so I'm gonna go over all the stuff I feel is notable even if it's fairly obvious. Also I'm bound to miss stuff so if you saw anything I didn't (or have a different interpretation) feel free to chime in with that. ALSO SPOILERS EVIDENTLY THEY WILL BE HERE WATCH THE AUDIOLOG FIRST IF YOU WANT TO AVOID THOSE YEAH OKAY COOL Alot of Akira Cross is a mix of stuff drawn directly from Boy's experience and whatever media he's consumed so picking apart the two will be important in figuring everything out. Akira is an evident stand in for Boy but I'll go over the more interesting stuff with him later because there might genuinely be some foreshadowing in here with all the insane shit that goes on later in the story.

Cross Family is clearly a reference to the D Clan I doubt there's too much foreshadowing on this one so Boy is probably just filling in any gaps with his own stuff here.

Slab is Door. Just like Door, very straight forward. His military rank might be off a bit but this one doesn't require a lot of analysis.

NOW HERES WHERE WE GET TO THE REAL SHIT On my first watch I didn't really think much of all the Yokai/Japan stuff since it seemed like normal weeb kid stuff especially since Markus has evidently been showing Boy alot of anime. However we know the D Family has been to Japan since Markus brings up being there in the Bar Audiolog. I had always assumed Boy's hair was from D's side of the family but thinking about it more, It's entirely possible that Boy's mom is actually Japanese and met Door during that trip to Japan. It's also possible she was a Hunter which is why Boy has ties to the OG hunters (which I'll talk about way later during that segment with Hina's awakening chariot in the- getting off topic). D makes a point of talking about how Yokai are real and they shouldn't bring civilians into their world (unless they see potential in them). Seemingly Boy has been raised entirely in the Hunter Sphere so his mother being a hunter actually does align since Door is such a stickler for the 'rules'. But the Priestess thing is probably just a Boy-ism.

Ryu is probably another Boy-Ism since I doubt he has a secret twin brother. This could potentially be a reference to another member of the D family however. But I don't feel there's enough evidence to suggest that beyond Warhammer parallel which I don't really want to use as primary evidence. We know that at least one of the D Clan has been killed by Vampires and probably several more so Ryu could also be an unintended Boy reference to a member who became a vampire. It's probably not to foreshadow a Markus turn to the dark side since there's another character that is very directly Markus. So I'm just going to mark down Ryu as; Boy-ism that might parallel another D Clan member but probably not.

Another direct reference with his time training with slab is obviously inspired by the time he spends at the gun range with Door. But the experimental weapons line is probably just a Boy-Ism since it's just the Halo gun.

I genuinely have no fucking clue what Gilgamesh represents here and I can't help but bust my ass laughing every time I rewatch his reveal. This feels more directly related to D which I'll go over.

So this whole section is- fucky to the say the least. D is ALWAYS confident in everything he says so I don't know if he's saying this because "I WAS THERE AND I MET GILGAMESH" or "THE SCHOLARS ARE WRONG GILGAMESH WAS CLEARLY-" and it could go either way with him. But since he talks about Gilgamesh like "I knew he was a vile fiend but this is a new low" makes it seem like he probably doesn't know Gilgamesh directly.

Door death flags continue to slowly mount. I don't think he'll die anytime soon but theres likely gonna be some major conflict between him and the other members of the D Clan. Akira's family's deaths and D's reaction to them is again, notable. When I was first watching my first thought was "Oh he's having this reaction because it happened to him". But then the reveal that D is just genuinely invested in the story to the point of tears is very funny.

So Akira's heritage is again something to bring up. Half-American, Half-Japanese, Half-Nephilim, Half-Yokai. I feel we can knock off the Yokai as a Boy-Ism. I doubt he's Half-Nephilim directly but it's such an interesting thing to call out since they're a weird reference to make here. The WoD Lore I could find on them is pretty scarce but they're essentially the children of humans and fallen angels, fairly similar to early Abrahamic texts referencing their existence. In classic WoD Hunter lore they were humans who were chosen by angels which turned them into the imbued. I feel like this is notable since Boy seems to be becoming an imbued. (Again, Later) Okay so here's a bit of a hard thing to decipher. Ironically Akira's School could be drawn from experience or purely a Boy-Ism because it's never really all that clear if Boy actually goes to school. This episode in particular talks about D taking on alot of Boy's schooling but I vaguely remember comments from another Audiolog about some british kids calling Boy "Meat" and Door not really understanding the insult. It does show however that Boy has been effected by the hunter life since he's made a world where anyone could be a hidden enemy. It shows that D's (rightful) paranoia has rubbed off on him.

I think Hina is just a pure Boy-Ism. Her being a secret angel might play into his imbued potential and later stuff. But yeah I don't think Hina represents anything here. and Combat Boots.

Alright so Mars is clearly Markus also why does he look like Gogeta as a final fantasy villain. I feel like this is one of those moments that was missing from the story cause it genuinely gives Markus a moment where he feels appreciated. When the time comes that Markus is given the opportunity to do some fuckshit I have the feeling this will be the moment that stops him.

My gut feeling tells me that this lineup for the Gilgamesh goons is foreshadowing the major antagonists of each arc (maybe). Jack the ripper visually resembles Pyotr with the teeth, ears, and long black hair. The fact he gets fought multiple times also relates back since they fought Pyotr in the cave then in their house. Florence could be implying that one of the maids is the ghoul in the current arcanum arc. No clue about Polluck and Andre the giant. And this kinda entirely depends on who the ghoul is since if it's anyone else this whole vague theory instantly falls apart.

I don't think the Chiroterrans themselves represent anything. Maybe the ancient vampires but I kinda doubt that, they seem like a Boy-Ism to explain why vampires exist since he probably wouldn't know about Caine. However the fact they team up with Akira at the end to fight the war against HORSE does show the shift in Boy's mental state. We know he already has a more 3 dimensional view of vampires based on the times he gets weirdly deep 'Do you think this is what happens when one throws away their humanity and embraces their inner monster' as it directly shows he now sees HORSE as the main threat and the vampires just as another group.

The Merkabah is another thing that points towards Boy becoming an imbued since he would have no reference for a dream like this. I've already gone over the surface level of the imbued so no point repeating it.

Also Markus might also become Imbued (or a mage since thats a thing that I've heard vaguely of un-awakened mages getting but I don't have a source to back that up beyond "just trust me bro" so I could be totally wrong here) unless he's just being sarcastic here which is totally in character

I feel like this could be another accidental foreshadowing thing since there are some theories and suspicions about there being a werewolf in the chapterhouse right now. So we'll see what happens with this or if it's just another random Boy-Ism

Again, stuff like this is why I think this whole story is more important than just a random boy writing session. They literally do this at the start of every arc. Also IT SHOULD BE NEXT SAGA BOY BECAUSE HE FIGHTS THE FIVE GOONS THAT WOULD BE IT'S OWN ARC ITS CLEARLY MULTIPLE ARCS SO IT SHOULD BE THE GILGAMESH SAGA FIRST OKAY that was I was thinking about that okay I just had to say it

Theres probably a reference in the spartan spacemarines being called the crimson dragon blades but I know nothing about halo and my knowledge of 40k is also not great. and I don't know where to put this and it isnt important but Ryu's final form looks like Asmodeus from iruma kun and I can't unsee it

The final thing to consider is Horse himself. I've spent the last few days thinking about one main thing; Is horse actually evil or is he just really bad with kids?

And I don't know. I feel like they're using this to set up a swerve where since Horse is Horus we're expecting him to turn evil, but it's revealed he's just bad with kids. But he could just as easily be some sort of demon or other awful thing possessing horse.

[lebbys-world]

I was wondering if request based of the manga base on chapters 365 -406 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga /anime instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits blow for him when fighting shigaraki crushing reader arm and taking major brutal blow to chest to protect bakugou and since reader she cares about him aslo maybe reader quirk could be like somewhat similar to scarlet witch mcu or raven from teen titans but whichever you prefer maybe when fighting Shigaraki since reader was using her quirk to full strength potential maybe her powers it started corrupted her due over usage making Shigaraki have the upper hand i hope this makes sense can the ending have fluff and angst type fic if this ok i hope this requests is ok makes sense if uncomfortable with i can definitely change it

To Be a Hero

Bakugo x gn!reader; mentions of injury, battle, self-sacrifice, self-deprecation/insecurities, end of the war arc, angst to comfort

notes: thank you sm for the request, and thanks sm for your patience !! everything has been crazy rn for me because of college. i love bakugos character sm, especially just his development, so i hope this does him a bit of justice.

You’d never felt the world sting so harshly before.

The very air around you tore at your skin, debris scattered around, making quick lacerations. 

You’d come into this battle no more than an ambitious child, striving to save those you could.

But now?

You’d seen more blood than you’d ever thought you would.

The smell of death was burned into your very existence. 

It made you nauseous.

You just wanted this all to be over.

Yet, here you stood, center of the battlefield, watching as Shigaraki tore to pieces the life you once loved.

For the first time in years, you didn’t feel like a hero.

Your body stood frozen, watching as those around you fought with everything they had.

Why can’t I help them? You beg of yourself.

Those you love are risking their lives- losing their lives.

But your body has had enough.

Too much has poured out from every aching wound on your body.

Your head pounds, both reminding you of the physical pain and your mental inability to process the situation at hand.

Maybe you weren’t meant to be a hero, after all.

Above, an array of light drew your eyes.

You see Bakugo, battered, bloodied- the damn bastard barely even able to stand.

He’s flying through the air, putting himself straight in the middle of the action.

He was always that way.

You admired that about him- his sense of selflessness when it really mattered.

He wanted to be the best, and he sure had a chance at it.

Yet, you realize what’s happening before you even can properly see it.

He’s diving in, head-first, straight towards the same Shigaraki that killed so many of the Pro-Heros. 

He may want to be the best, but he isn't the best yet.

That same selflessness you loved was the selflessness that was going to get him killed.

He wasn’t going to land the shot. 

You lurched off the ground, your feet moving without you even telling them to.

You positioned yourself perfectly, feeling the impact hit you like a warm embrace.

You smile to yourself:

Now, they’ve got another chance.

The world spun for a moment, as your hearing dulled. 

That crash onto the ground must’ve really taken a toll on you.

Either that, or, maybe the gaping hole in your chest.

You gaze into the blurry sky, letting the gray clouds turn black in your vision.

From a distance, you think you can hear a familiar voice screaming your name.

The world goes away before you put a name to that familiarity.

. . .

You awake to the sound of patterned beeps, the scent of sterilizing products hitting your nose quickly after.

As you open your eyes, the bright, fluorescent light forces you to close them again, hesitantly getting yourself out of your slumber. 

The rustling of your sheets alerted the blonde sitting in the chair beside you, urging him to get up at once.

He looked at you gently, as though you were more fragile than glass.

The guilt he felt practically ran through him.

Why did you step in like that, Y/N.

They barely kept you alive on the battlefield.

And every surgery you’d had kept him on edge.

He’d lost so much, already.

He couldn’t lose you, too.

You opened your eyes enough to glance at the face in front of you, mumbling the familiar name:

“...Katsuki?”

“Oi, looks like someone’s finally awake.” 

His usual demeanor seemed softer, almost as if he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

“..where are we?”

“-hospital. You’ve been in here since you pulled that stupid stunt of yours.”

You looked at him silently, processing the fact that you even made it out of that alive.

Last you recall, the world had fallen dark.

You’d really accepted dying in that moment.

Yet, God had other plans it seems, since here you were, alive and, mostly, well.

You couldn’t quite believe it, but seeing the boy in front of you, you were grateful.

“Snap out of it” Bakugo hissed at you, rolling his eyes. 

He thought to himself for a moment, before putting his head in his hands.

“Damn it, Y/N, don’t do that ever again.”

“...do what?” You respond, still in a daze.

"..."

“Trying to get yourself killed like that.” 

You looked at him, as you took in his words,

“Don't step in the way for me, you idiot. It might get ya hurt, or worse, don’tcha see?”

“I didn’t try to.” You explained, slightly shifting in your hospital bed to fully face him.

His demeanor had changed from his usual self, and was instead filled with disdain. 

He’d be tearing himself apart over this - that much, you figured.

“My feet ‘moved on their own’” you smiled, repeating the words so often uttered around class.

He scoffed, shaking his head, before putting your hand in his. 

He smiled at you wholly, 

“I guess that makes you a real hero then, huh?”

"..."

“I guess so.”

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[rei-ismyname]

Logan shouldn't be allowed near children

I know that's a loaded title but I stand by it. There's obviously an element of Flanderisation going on but considering his stated reason for opening the Jean Grey school he is far too eager to murder children.

Why TF is he leaping at children, snarling with his claws out? Check out the frothing drool.

For example, in All-New X-Men, the O5 have just been bought to the future by Hank McCoy. He stops teaching his violence through yelling class and heads out the front, leaping at the 16 year olds with his claws out. Not Hank, who brought them there but clearly traumatised children - while screaming like a lunatic of course. Even if he's not trying to kill them, what purpose does terrifying them serve? He clearly IS trying to kill them, though. I'm sure his students would love to see their headmaster butcher confused children in front of them.

Unsurprisingly, he scares the fuck out of them. In part influenced by constant threats of his violence, the O5 steal the X-Jet and flee, explicitly doubting this guy is an X-Man. His thoughts about the 16 year old Jean Grey... No dude, this isn't the Jean you know. She's a child you've tried to kill. Fucking creep.

This one is great. Young Scott has enough going on without this frothing beast advocating for his immediate execution as punishment for his future self's actions. Out front of the school with literally everyone watching. He's using his authority to advocate for slaughtering a child. Thankfully nobody agrees with him, but this is traumatic, terrifying, and affects Scott especially so badly he runs away.

No wonder he freaks out and leaves. Obviously the headmaster of a school should drop what he's doing, not for his wellbeing but to get his bike back. How is he in charge of anyone's wellbeing or moral instruction? He demands absolute obedience while doing nothing to deserve it. It's all about how Logan feels.

Here he is trying to gut a 15 year old Wiccan for having Scarlet Witch vibes, not for the or last time. I'm a little surprised he remained an Avenger after this. When you have knives for hands everyone looks like a pincushion. Except that's not it, because everyone else is a living weapon too and they mostly manage to be somewhat rational.

Why are his claws out here? Is he trying to kill him? What did he expect after threatening and traumatizing him? Snarling and shouting like an animal - isn't he trying to emulate Chuck here?

I can't remember why he's doing this but it's not the first time he's tried to kill Hope. Didn't work then either.

A 16 year old Jean uses a telepathic projection of the Phoenix to aid Wolverine in a fight. He stupidly thinks it's real and straight up tries to kill her. The bad guys get away. Not sure how many times he has to attempt to kill the Phoenix before he understands it's not an appropriate thing to do, nor is it about him. He's more like Sabertooth than he thinks, except he thinks he's in the right and somehow never gets called out. Logan has advanced senses - how is his instinct to straight up kill her instead of investigating further?

We can do better

I think that once Logan reached a certain point of saturation he became static. The lone wolf that's the best there is at what he does, and what he does is behave so unpleasantly it's hard to believe anyone would want to be near him, let alone allow him to run a school. He says 'bub' a lot and he snikts at the drop of a hat while repeating the same interpersonal drama over and over. I see him as a frequent self insert for the worst kind of toxic masculinity yet he's more popular than ever. No judgement if you like him at all, but I think the character deserves better. Somehow he's still a misunderstood loner despite a lot of people knowing him very well - with the amount of teams and books he's in he has the most active social life in 616. It'll never happen but I'd like to see him retire, as there are several Wolverines better than he..

[followthebluebell]

Do you have any undeniable proof about how in pain Scottish Fold cats are? Someone I know believes that "only bad breeders" produce cats that have pain and I just don't think that sounds right, but I don't know where to look for info.

'Undeniable proof' is a hard claim because anything can be denied if a person is shameless, stubborn, and ridiculous enough. I've had clients deny that their cats are in severe pain even when the animal is visibly limping in front of us.

With that out of the way, start by talking about osteochondrodysplasia. That's a fancy way of saying 'fucked up cartilage disease', which is the thing that gives Scottish folds the cute little folded ears. Unfortunately, it doesn't just affect the cartilage in their ears. There's no gene that says 'please just a LITTLE fucked up cartilage, thanks <3'.

It affects ALL of their cartilage, joints, and bone development. It usually presents in very early onset arthritis: hump-backed, stiff legs (especially hind legs), and kinda 'crankly' feeling bones. They often have very stiff and shortened tails as well. Since they're in pain, they don't jump, move, or play as often. They also may just be kinda cranky because, again. Pain.

This is an autosomal dominant condition, meaning a cat has to inherit just one defective gene to display the traits. It's more severe in cats that are homozygous (inherited BOTH defective genes), but even a heterozygous cat is pretty severely affected.

A 'good' Scottish fold breeder ought to be breeding just straight-eared cats (inheriting 0 genes for this condition), but in practice 'good' SF breeders just breed straight-eared cat to a folded cat in the hopes of producing heterozygous kittens.

I still remember Fédération Internationale Féline (FIFe) and the World Cat Federation (WCF) offering free xrays to around 300 scottish fold breeders, trying to find just ONE fold with healthy hind legs.

Not a single breeder took up the offer. As a result, both organizations refuse to recognize the breed entirely.

The fact that even 'ethical' breeders who supposedly only breed unaffected cats won't stand behind their work and PROVE it speaks volumes.

[ch6sos]

random choso headcanons

i <3 choso i <3 making odd ball headcanons so here u guys go

content warning mentions of "metabolism", social anxiety/anxiety (not bad though) + motion sickness, and this is not proofread and lowercase so if any of those Like makes you tingle please don't read this my sweet

he’s emo as hell, he listens to emo music. now he's the one i actually imagine listening to my chemical romance, pierce the veil, etc. (bc with nanami I feel like he'd listen to more 80s-90s rock music but this isn't about my first husband)

he suffers from insomnia and finds it difficult to sleep unless he has someone he cares about in the room or at least snuggling with him.

peacemaker: he is a peacemaker when it comes to his brothers.

"hey yuji, you should really share with him. "

"no!"

"yuji...." 

"fine."

he has an earthy aroma—he often uses colognes with earthy notes that are not overpowering (i  think he might be sensitive to strong scents).

i imagine him experiencing motion sickness. for some reason, i imagine him feeling dizzy in a car, or being unable to handle a rollercoaster without feeling extremely unwell.

would probably work at your local hot topic especially if this was set during the 2000s era where hot topic was actually catered to the alternative scene. or a tattoo shop!

several piercings. on his left ear, he has an industrial, a triple lobe piercing, and a conch— his right having a double helix piercing, a tragus, and a single lobe piercing.... and then he has an eyebrow piercing and a labret piercing :)

enjoys watching christmas movies because a lot of them are about family!

deeply family-oriented, he genuinely just wants to grow up with a family. a big one, too.

thus he may have a fear of being alone, which makes me believe that he is introverted but also genuinely afraid of ending up alone as he grows older. he values the presence of family and wants to ensure that they always surround him.

he comes across as a bit shy initially, not necessarily awkward, but it takes some time to get to know him.

still not too talkative but genuinely chill to talk to.

has a lot of accessories when he wears outfits, especially bracelets or necklaces. 

black is what you find in his closet. just black (and a couple of purples and reds but mainly black)

he be thrifting them outfit pieces too idc idc he not a shein warrior

is a bit insecure about his dark circles and markings on his face (i could imagine he still has the markings but they look more like a scar rather than what it looks like in the actual manga/anime) so he begins to cover them up with concealer sometimes.

eats a LOT of junk food and somehow doesn't gain weight. bro probably can eat a whole box of pizza with wings and doesn't even gain a pound.

he is genuinely clueless/oblivious when it comes to relationships like he doesn't know when someone's flirting with him unless they tell them straight up. and when they tell him he's like:

"...oh! me...?" because he genuinely thinks, “wow, someone likes me?!?!”

plus he would ask before initiating even after being in a relationship

“do… do you mind if i kiss you?”

“cho we’ve been dating for five months”

“oh… i’m sorry for asking… again.”

spends a lot of time on his hair !!! he has to wake up early sometimes just to do his hair. and he doesn't plan on cutting it, only trims it once in a while.

when he's home he either has it down or has it in a ponytail. he even has a silk pillowcase so it never gets frizzy.

cats or dogs— no. he likes turtles. he even has a pet turtle.

i think that he wouldn't vape or smoke the way people might expect him to. i believe he may have a weak immune system, which would make it difficult for him to engage in such activities.

socially anxious as hell bro tweaks out when he has to order at a restaurant... 

but overall he’s an anxious person, i feel like he’d suffer from anxiety a lot (as someone who has anxiety i just can tell he’d be the type to have it too)

when he dates someone he's really touchy with them because he craves physical touch. he especially enjoys when someone plays with his hair he falls asleep in a millisecond.

he loves sketching in a notebook, he loves drawing nature a lot! he likes going to the park or a forest and drawing what he sees. he also enjoys drawing people and i imagine he always draws pictures of yuji too, and he shows them to him.

tease him and his face is red, his eyes are widened, and his face is in absolute shock...

literally the sweetest guy ever; he's always looking out for everyone and makes sure everyone around him is okay

he's always cold thus needs someone to cuddle him.

is fascinated by some amphibians and watches national geographic sometimes when he knows they're going to talk about amphibians. especially frogs!

his most used app on his Black iPhone 13 Pro Max would be Spotify and he is top 0.1% listener for some underrated metal band

creative hobbies more than physical hobbies (sketching, journaling, sewing)

HE CROCHETS IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS HE LITERALLY MADE A CROCHET ROSE FOR YUKI I D O NOT GIVE A DAMN 

when he laughs it's like a silent soft chuckle, and he usually covers his mouth when he does it

gets emotional easily, especially when he receives love. for a long time, he couldn’t believe that he would ever be loved so when he is receiving affection he gets overwhelmed and tries not to cry because he thinks “how?? why me?”

he loves holding hands. he tries not to freak out but when someone holds his hands when he’s freaking out or just in general, he loves the feeling of their warm hands against his very cold ones

apologises alot even though everything is not his fault

when he’s mad he needs time to cool off especially because he gets emotional easily. he needs time to himself before calming down before discussing his emotions with someone.

speaking of emotions, i don’t think he’d be bad at expressing emotions or speaking about it, at first yes but he begins to grow better at it and plus sometimes the way he shows emotion is more impulsive and involuntary rather than on purpose

listens more than talks because he is too busy getting sidetracked by his own thoughts or he genuinely can't talk to people sometimes

he has a fidget toy because he is always fidgeting with his fingers so yuji got him a fidget toy (probably a fidget spinner) and was fascinated with it and it didn’t help it just something he distracts himself with when he doesn’t feel like being present in a conversation or just in general

cried when yuji graduated and gave him the hugest hug of his life. and i don’t mean a few tears he BAWLED he was bawling because he was so proud of his little brother.

spends time with yuji a lot sometimes more than his own friends and they always go to the arcade or mall together

yuji got him a picture frame of him and choso posing and choso cried for several days because he couldn’t believe he has such an amazing brother

learns gen z lingo just for yuji

“oh yuji! that was very w rizz of you!”

“...what?”

“i didn’t know you had that much aura!”

I  Love Him

Missing him come back emo king

[amuseoffyre]

Fyre's convention adventures - Day 3 - Con O'Neill's Fanmeet

My final meet of the event was Con’s, immediately after the joyful chaos of his panel with Rhys.

Forewarning, this one contains some details of animal harm that happened to his pet before he got him.

He barely had sat down when someone asked if he’d been Whammed already and the look of feigned shock and “that’s none of your business!” set the tone of the thing :D He also told us in his best encouraging voice "You can be whammed as much as you like and don't let the right wing tell you otherwise!"

And also led into a discussion about whether it was Wham! or whether it was George Michael’s solo for Last Christmas and he had to sheepishly back down after a minute and admit, no, it was Wham, definitely Wham.

And of course, I had to bring up accent stuff and asked how it felt to actually be able to use his own accent, given how rarely northern English accents show up in media made elsewhere. He said it was a delight to be able to bring a bit of Wigan to the production.

He also talked about his drama teacher when he was a kid (who he did not name because she doesn’t deserve that respect) who – when he was sixteen – told him he would never be a successful actor because he had a weird voice. There was apparently a recent review for The Penguin series that someone said he had the coolest voice and he thought that was a lovely fuck you to that malignant boot.

He made a beautiful point that if you’re a teacher, especially a teacher in a creative field, you have a duty to be encouraging. Not talking BS about how everyone will be famous, he said, but realistic, supporting and encouraging the kids, because “we know it’s hard. We don’t need to be told it’s hard. We know, but when it’s good, it’s fucking amazing”. He also mentioned that it’s come so far from the days of RP everywhere.

I said it was definitely how I felt about seeing Buttons as well – having a working class Edinburgh accent, something that so many people have never heard. He was so happy to talk about how fantastic Ewen Bremner is as an actor (“even if I can’t understand anything he’s saying”) and that he saw him in the original run of the Trainspotting stage production in the 90s when Ewen played Renton, several years before the film happened.

It was surreal, he said, to have seen this incredible actor on stage and thirty years later, to be sharing the screen with him as Buttons (“and still not understanding a word he was saying!”) and that Ewen is genuinely one of the best actors he knows and that he’s also the best kind of people.

Someone asked about how they did the seagull stuff with Buttons and he told us about Jonathan, the gull on a string, but in the shots when they didn’t have the camera on Buttons, Ewen wore a stuffed seagull on his head to maintain the right eyelines. He had to admit it was quite challenging to keep his face straight when filming because when Ewen spoke, the plushie gull was jiggling on his head XD

And then, of course, he broke our hearts by telling us about how he and his husband adopted Cooper, their wee doggo.

Their previous dog had passed and they’d been adamant they weren’t going to adopt again because it fully broke their hearts when he died, but someone sent Con a picture of a dog in a shelter in Hungary, saying “does this remind you of anyone?” and it was the spitting image of their previous dog. They got a bit emotional about it and after a few days of trying to hold off, they called the shelter.

Cooper had already been adopted – in London – but it wasn’t working out, so they got in touch with the current owners and planned to go down and meet them. The first time Cooper saw them, he started barking excitedly and things only escalated :D

They took Cooper off for a walk to see how they got on, then got so distracted comparing selfies, that Cooper trotted off and they were so panicked about losing him that they rushed back to tell the current owners, only Cooper was there, patiently waiting on the step and ecstatically started barking when he saw them coming again.

So they go in and Con said he took one of the ladies aside to find out why the adoption hadn’t worked, because they needed to know why in case it was major behavioural things that needed work. She said that the dog was incapable of love or connecting with people. And Con, looking beyond her shoulder, could see his husband on the floor, dog on his chest, wagging his tail so enthusiastically his whole body was wagging, licking Con’s husband all over his face. Con be like MMHM. Sounds like a skills issue ;)

So they took him home but got a bit concerned when he had a tendency to bite and latch on if people touched his ears or ribs. Turned out Cooper had been horribly abused in Hungary: tattoos on his ear, broken ribs, cigarette burns and surgery without anaesthetic. They were worried it could be a problem because they have young grandkids.

Still, they decided do the trial adoption and see how he got on – usually, he said, the trial is for a week or two, then the dog returns to the original adopters and then the paperwork is done. They never saw the original adopters again.

And while they were still concerned about the biting, Con had to go away for work for a few weeks, so they got a dog-sitter in to look after Cooper. When Con returned, he said Cooper crawled along the floor of the hall on his belly to Con, head and ears down, then crawled all the way up under his shirt, curling up against his chest, trembling and whimpering. The dogsitter – who is some kind of pet psychologist as well – said it was because he’s been abandoned and dumped so many times, he didn’t know they were coming back.

Con: right that second, I decided fuck the grandkids, we’re keeping him.

And now, Cooper is so happy and safe and loved and safe :)

There was one other question but I can’t recall what it was now. It was such a lovely chat and he is genuinely such a lovely, warm, funny guy.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Seeing Clear

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 24. Relapse

Fandom: DC, Batman, Batfam, Superman, Wayne!reader, f!reader

Word Count: 4625

Summary: Now that you are back from the dead, you wonder how Clark is handling what happened. However, when Dick tells you no one knows where he is, you decide to track him down and show him you have returned.

TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Broken Hand, Depression, Hurt Feelings, Misunderstanding, Aftermath of Resurrection

Notes: Part of @ailesswhumptober's whumptober event

Part 3 of Seeing Colors

The first night back in the manor you sleep for almost 48 hours straight. When you finally open your eyes, you find Tim curled up on your right side and Damian snuggled up on your left. You just smile as you wrap an arm around each of them, pulling them in tighter to you as you drift off to sleep again.

The next time you wake up, your father is sitting by your bed watching you. Neither of you speaks, but as your eyes meet, he reaches out and takes your hand. You aren’t sure how long he continues to hold it once sleep takes you once more. 

Finally, after nearly 72 hours in bed, you emerge from your room to find your family halfway through dinner. When they see you leaning against the doorway, everyone pauses eating. Alfred instantly appears at your side, offering to help you to your seat. You smile as you see a plate already loaded with food placed at your usual spot at the table. As always, Alfred maintains his professional demeanor, yet when you pull him into a hug, he returns it so tightly that you struggle to breathe. When he finally leads you to your seat and you begin devouring your food like a rabid animal—barely pausing long enough to use utensils—your family stares at you for a long moment before your father laughs. As he starts sharing stories of how much of a messy eater you were as a child, the tension in the room breaks and everyone begins joining in on telling their favorite embarrassing stories about you.

You just roll your eyes, but can’t help but feel like you are finally truly home.

After that first meal together, you try to return to your life as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, it is easier said than done. To not raise any suspicions or connections to your secret identity, it was decided you couldn’t just be declared dead a day or two after one of the Bat’s was seen killed by Superman, especially because it would mean turning over your body and no one wanted to try and explain the gaping hole in your chest. However, it would cause a societal buzz of unwanted attention if one of the “true-blood” Wayne children just disappeared off the face of the Earth with no explanation. So, a few days after the incident, Bruce filed a missing person’s report claiming you had left the night before on a trip to Metropolis and he couldn’t get in contact with you. A few of your bloody clothes and belongings placed in a dark alleyway were more than enough for the police to draw the conclusions your father had counted on. 

However, it now means you have to come up with a new cover story for how you have returned. Once you are feeling up for it, your family dresses you in some filthy, bloody clothes and you stumble into the Gotham Police Station barefoot and barely coherent. As a swarm of officers surround you, you collapse in exhaustion, landing perfectly in Commissioner Gordon’s arms. And as you hear them calling for an ambulance and to “get goddam Bruce Wayne on the phone”, you struggle to hide your grin. Jason and Damian better never criticize your acting abilities ever again.

After several days in the hospital where you claim you don’t remember what happened after some guys grabbed you in an alley, it is determined there are traces of drugs in your system that would cause this memory loss and confusion. Luckily, the pit magic hasn’t completely left your system yet so while you could be injected with the drugs so they’d show up on your bloodwork, it doesn’t actually affect you so you can keep your wits about you to play the part you are trying to sell. You have a teary public reunion with your father and brothers with plenty of cameras flashing in the background to capture it all. Normally, that would have infuriated you. However, given in this instance you wanted the world to learn of your return, you grinned and bore it. 

Yet even once you are finally allowed to leave the hospital, things still don’t return to the way they were. It seems like everywhere you go around the manor, one or more of your family members are there, offering to help with whatever you are doing or asking if you need anything. As the oldest of the Bat kids, it feels strange to be the one being doted on instead of being the one doing the doting. 

However, you understand why they are doing it. To you, you haven’t really even been apart. But for them, you have been gone for over two months. They were there when you took your final breath and there when you took your first one again. So, while their clinginess and overprotectiveness are a little much, you don’t try to discourage them from it.

Besides your family behaving differently, your body is still struggling to return to normal after being dead for so long. Sometimes you feel fine, and other times you feel like you are dying all over again. At one point, even just breathing suddenly becomes difficult as it feels like someone dropped a car on your chest. Every breath is a battle as the magic of the Pit begins to drain from your system and your lungs struggle to relearn how to work without it. Luckily, Jason is there to talk you through all of it. 

In these moments, he holds you against his chest and speaks soothing words of encouragement as he coaches you through the worst of it. Normally, he wouldn’t be this soft and gentle, but you know he had gone through the exact same thing without having someone there to help him. He understands how terrifying and painful it is, so he’s making sure you never feel alone. 

You also still get flashes of pain occasionally as a memory returns to you, but these begin happening less and less frequently and with less and less intensity as you regain most of what you had lost. However, there is one memory that you wish had never returned to you. You try to push it out of your mind, but it’s not always possible. 

Nights are the worst. After the initial exhaustion wore off and your sleep patterns returned to normal, you are plagued with dreams reliving that memory. Over and over, you feel Clark’s fist driving into your chest. See the darkness creeping in once again as you struggle to catch your breath. The pain feels as real and intense as it did in that moment. And every night, you wake up sobbing just as the darkness overtakes you.

No one has mentioned Clark since you returned so you have no idea how the Kryptonian was dealing with your death. Like you told him on the day you died, you didn’t blame him for what happened in the slightest. He was being manipulated by the red kryptonite and had no control over his actions. As someone who had been dosed by Scarecrow’s fear toxin or Ivy’s love potion enough times over the years, you understood how these substances worked and you knew deep down that Clark would never do anything that would hurt you when he was in his right mind. And that was good enough for you.

However, you can gather that not everyone else in the family feels the same way.

Dick was the only one who looked sad, not angry when you tried to bring it up. So one day, you finally manage to corner him alone.

“Dick! Can I talk to you for a second?”

He turns, flashing a bright smile. “Sure, sis, what’s up?”

“I want to talk about Clark.”

Dick’s smile drops as he looks around nervously making sure no one else is around. Then he grabs your arm and pulls you into the nearby study. Once he is sure you’re alone, he sighs and asks, “What do you want to know?”

“What the hell happened while I was gone? I get everyone was upset about what happened, but no one will even mention him. I’m back! It doesn’t matter anymore. We should be able to work through this, not ban his name from ever being mentioned around here again.”

Dick shakes his head. “It’s not that simple. What he did was bad enough, but what happened after just made it worse.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “How could it have possibly been worse than killing me?”

“He showed up unannounced and uninvited to your memorial service.”

“Oh.” Yep. That would do it. 

While they couldn’t bury your body since you were technically considered missing to the public at large, someone had mentioned that they placed a headstone for you in the family plot behind the manor. They held a memorial service in your honor a month after your “disappearance”, with only a handful of the mourners knowing the truth of what happened. 

Sighing and lowering yourself into one of the study chairs, you say, “Yeah, I can see where that might not have gone over well.”

“No, it did not,” Dick says bluntly. “Jason launched himself at Clark the moment he arrived, but luckily Bruce and I were able to restrain him.”

“That is lucky. It wouldn’t be fun trying to explain how someone as tough as Jason could break his hand punching someone like Clark Kent in the jaw.” You can’t even imagine how your family must have felt at your service—only for Clark then to arrive and force everyone to relive that moment all over again. Losing Jason had nearly killed you years ago, and that had been at the hands of The Joker. If someone you cared about had been responsible…

You shudder. “What happened next?”

“Bruce did that whisper thing where he mutters so low no one but Clark can hear him. I still don’t know what he said but whatever it was, it almost brought Clark to his knees. He turned and left immediately.”

“Oh god…,” you say, burying your face in your hands. “It wasn’t his fault.”

You had told your father Clark wasn’t to blame for what happened to you. If they had been mad at anyone, they should have been mad at Luthor for dosing Clark with red kryptonite in the first place. 

Lowering your hands and looking back at Dick, you asked, “How’s he been since then?”

Dick shifts uncomfortably in place. “We…don’t know. Actually, no one does. No one’s seen him since he left here that day.”

“What!” you cry as you jump to your feet. “You mean that he has been missing for two months and no one thought to mention that to me? What about Lois? Hasn’t she seen him?”

Dick shakes his head. “No, and she’s been looking. She’s called Bruce a few times begging him to help her find him, but he stopped taking her calls.”

“What the hell, Dick!” You shove your little brother’s shoulder. “That’s horrible! Even if you think that Clark is to blame for what happened—which I for one don’t—Lois is completely innocent in this! How can you all just ignore her when she needs help?”

“You know Lois. Once Bruce refused to help the first few times, she sort of blew up at him. Made some comments that she really shouldn’t have and that’s when Bruce cut all contact.”

“What could she have possibly said that was so bad?”

Dick drops his eyes to the ground and bites his lip. For a moment, you don’t think he’s going to tell you. But then he whispers, “She said that Clark wasn’t in control of his mind or actions and that Bruce was more responsible for Jason’s death than Clark was for yours.”

You inhale sharply. Lois could get a little fiery when she got annoyed or upset, but you never imagined she would go for such a low blow. Even though Jason had returned and had (eventually) mended his relationships with the rest of the Bats, you know not a day goes by that your father doesn’t regret what happened or that he wasn’t able to save Jay. For Lois to throw that in his face was something nearly unforgivable.

However, regardless of what she said, it still didn’t mean that Clark didn’t need or deserve your help. 

Thinking for a long moment, you nod and walk past Dick heading towards your room. “I know where he is.”

“What? H-how?” Dick turns and races after you.

“He showed it to me once. Things were going bad for him and he wanted someone to know about it in case anything happened to him. He said he knew he could trust me. It’s a secret hideout—his ‘batcave’ if you will—and it’s where he will be.”

“Do you remember how to find it?”

You smile, as you reach your door. “Yeah, it’s kind of hard to miss. But I have to go alone.” You enter your room and start digging through your closet looking for your warmest jacket and thickest socks.

“No. That’s not happening.” Dick shakes his head. “There’s no telling where his head will be after this long or how he’ll react to seeing you. He could kill you all over again and there would be no one there to stop him.”

“Like you all did such a great job of stopping him last time?” You immediately regret the joke as a look of pain flashes across Dick’s face. Dropping your clothes, you wrap him in a hug which he quickly returns. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. But Clark didn’t mean what he did either and he deserves to know I’m okay. Maybe it’ll be enough to bring him home.”

“What do I tell Bruce?” Dick asks, his voice muffled where his face is snuggled into the top of your head.

“Tell him I took his jet for a joyride and I’ll be back soon. And if I’m not…then tell him I love him and I’m sorry. But I needed to try to fix this mess that I started.”

“You have to come back,” Dick mutters.

“I’ll try my best.” You pull away and use your knuckle to knock on Dick’s chin. “And, hey, if I don’t, tell Damian to start looking for another Pit.”

After the boys hijacked your father’s private jet, you figured you’d have to find a way around layers of security. Yet, surprisingly, you were pretty much allowed to just walk right on. The only moment of hesitation came when you said you needed to go to the Arctic, but even that only took reminding the pilot of who you were to get him to agree.

Now you are standing before an enormous ice-like structure you had only seen once before. It was beautiful in design; huge clear pillars crisscrossing every witch way reminding you of the crystals you saw in the mineral section of the Gotham Museum. Now, if only this place had a central heating unit, you could see yourself really enjoying a vacation up here. 

But you didn’t come all this way to admire the architecture, so you step up to the front of the fortress. Suddenly, a red beam shoots out and begins to scan you. Closing your eyes, you wait and really hope Clark didn’t remove your DNA access that he had installed when he originally brought you here. After a moment, you hear a beep and the wall in front of you slides back, allowing you entrance. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, you step into the building only for the door to slide closed behind you. Hopefully, you do actually find Clark because he never showed you how to exit the fortress. But that’s a problem for later. 

You continue deeper into the structure until you reach the central room. The huge, cavernous space is brightly lit by the clear glowing crystals all around the room and you have to shield your eyes for a moment until they adjust. But when you do, you realize you are completely alone.

As you begin walking around the room, you call out, “Come on, Clark. I know you can hear me, whether you’re actually here or somewhere else. You showed me how this place works and I know you’re connected to it. Me, Lois, my dad, Metropolis…We need you, so please come back. I do understand why you left and I’m sorry, but it’s alright now. I’m fine. And it wasn’t your fault in the first place.”

The echoes from your voice die down and you are left in total silence once again. Sighing, you try a slightly different approach. “Lisen, I know my dad and brothers can be real dicks sometimes—well, I guess one of them is always a Dick—but you didn’t deserve how they treated you or what they might have said. I told you what happened wasn’t your fault, but even as I said it, I knew you would still blame yourself. But you shouldn’t! I know you would never hurt me and I still believe that. So, please, show yourself!”

Suddenly, there is a loud thud behind you that shakes the entire fortress, and a voice growls, “Who the hell are you? How did you get into this place?”

Relief floods through you at the sound and you release the breath you hadn’t even realized you had been holding. There was never a guarantee this plan would work but now that it has, you smirk. “You gave me a key.” 

Then you turn to face him.

Both you and Clark gasp simultaneously, equally shocked by the visage of the person before you. The man standing looking back at you is not the Clark you remember. He's wearing a dirty T-shirt and jeans. His eyes are bloodshot and surrounded by large, dark shadows. His cheeks are sunken beneath a rough beard you didn’t even know he could grow. He is an utter shell of the man that you knew and loved. 

“Clark…” you breathe as you take a step toward him, but he steps back as you do.

“What are you?” he whispers, his eyes wide as they scan over you, looking for any clue as to how you are here.

You scoff softly, trying to ease some of the stifling tension that had filled the room. “Wow, thanks. It’s good to see you too.”

But Clark shakes his head. “This isn’t possible. I killed you. I felt your heart stop while my hand was still buried in your chest.”

You shiver slightly and this time not because of the cold. Remembering what happened always sent a phantom pain through your chest and left you momentarily breathless. However, you try to ignore it and push on. “Yeah, well, since when has death ever stopped us? Damian called in some favors with his grandfather and Ra’s allowed them to use one of the Lazarus Pits. It was a far from pleasurable experience but I’m back.”

For a moment, you see just a glimpse of hope in his eyes, but then it is extinguished as he shakes his head again. “No. You can’t be real. If you were, you’d hate me as much as the rest of your family does for what I did.” He looks down at his hands and whispers, “You’d hate me as much as I hate myself.”

“No, Clark…” You take a step towards him but his eyes flash red so you hold up your hands as you freeze in place. 

When his eyes dim and return to their usual blue, you take a deep breath and close your eyes. “I know what it’s like to hurt someone you love while you’re not in your right mind. When I came out of the Pit…I didn’t remember anything. What had happened, where I was, not even who I was. I just needed to get away from the pain I was in. My brothers tried to stop me and my hand ended up around Tim’s throat. They got me off of him before it was too late and I quickly came back to my senses, but for the next week or so, I had to stare at the reminder of what I did around his neck. He told me over and over again it was fine, that he knew it wasn’t really me, but it didn’t make it any easier. I still remember the feeling of his throat in my hands, how he struggled and pleaded with me though I didn’t comprehend his words until later, and how he gasped and coughed for air when they finally pried me off of him. I did that to my brother. And even though he’s fine, I have to live with that for the rest of my life. So I can only imagine how you must feel looking at me.” You open your eyes and stare at him. “But it’s me, Clark. It’s really me.”

He stares back at you, your eyes locked. Then, slowly, he walks across the room until he is standing about a foot in front of you. In a trembling voice, he asks, “How do I know you’re real? That what you said is the truth and you’re not just an android or hologram or something?”

“Hmm… good point. I guess this might convince you.” You pause for a beat then, as hard as you can, you drive your fist into Clark’s jaw.

His head doesn’t budge. Instead, you feel all the bones in your hand shatter and you drop to your knees with a howl of pain. Clark is kneeling next to you in an instant carefully trying to examine your injury. 

“What the hell was that?” he mutters as he gently eases your arm away from your chest. 

Panting through the pain, you grimace, “I forgot how much that hurts. You’re worse than punching a brick wall.”

“Why did you do it?” He is staring at your hand in such a way you can tell he is using his X-ray vision on it. Though he doesn’t need to. Your skin is split open at the knuckles and you can visibly see the white of your bones poking through all blood and gore. 

But then your hand begins to tingle and go numb as you look up at Clark. “Because of this.”

A faint green glow spreads across your injuries and you inhale sharply as a new sort of pain tears through your hand. Yet, in seconds, it fades and your hand is left looking as good as new.

Stretching the muscles and wiggling your fingers, you smile up at Clark. “The Pit magic’s been fading out of me since I woke up, but until it’s completely gone, I’m pretty invincible.” He runs his fingers over the newly smooth skin as you ask, “Believe me now?”

Clark raises his head until he's staring directly into your eyes. Reaching out, his fingers brush across your cheekbone as he whispers, “It’s really you.”

You nod, placing your hand on his wrist. “Yeah, it’s really me.”

“And…what I did?” His eyes drop to your chest, where there was once a hole shaped like his fist.

You try to suppress a shiver. “It’s healed. It's all just a terrible memory now.”

“Can you ever forgive me?” he whispers, tears filling his eyes.

“Clark, how many times do I have to tell you, there's nothing to forgive. It wasn’t your fault.” Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it tightly. “But if you want to do something to make it up to me—”

“Anything.”

“Then forgive yourself,” you plead. “Come back home and let's learn to move on. Please.”

Clark gives you a sad smile. “You might not blame me, but your family does.”

“Fuck them.” Clark blinks in surprise but you continue. “I'm the only one who has the right to be upset about what happened and since I'm not, they aren't allowed to be either. So if they can't move past it now that there's nothing to be upset about, then fuck them.”

A weary smile stretches across Clark’s face. “If your dad heard you talking like that…”

“He'd give me his disappointed glare.” You do an impression of your father's death stare, one you know you have inherited and used on your brothers hundreds of times.

Clark chuckles as the first glint of happiness sparkles in his eyes. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you into a tight hug. You know he is holding back yet even at a fraction of his strength, you feel your bones creaking under the pressure. But you don’t say anything. You just hug him back.

You aren't sure how long you stand there but, eventually, you begin to struggle to breathe so you pat Clark’s back. “Ok, big guy. Time to clean yourself up and take me home.”

He releases you but still seems uncertain. “I don't know. Maybe we should wait for things to cool off a little more.”

“Nonsense. The sooner we rip the bandaid off, the better. Besides, I need a lift. I told my pilot to head back to Gotham because I had another way home.”

You winked at him and he shook his head with a smile. “Of course you did.”

“So, hurry up. It’s freezing up here and I’d like to get home so Alfred can make me some hot chocolate. And if you want, I can see if he’ll make a second glass for you.” 

You both know that it won’t be as easy as Clark walking through the front doors of Wayne Manor with you to smooth things over. A lot of hateful and regrettable things have been said on both sides. But seeing as it’s impossible to be mad while drinking a cup of Alfred’s hot chocolate, it’ll be a good place to start. 

Giving Clark one last smile, you say, “I'll wait for you outside.” Then you turn and leave the room.

Luckily, exiting the Fortress is a lot easier than you had feared and you are soon standing in the icy tundra as snow whips around you. A tightness in your chest that you hadn’t even realized was there has eased and for the first time since your death, you feel truly at peace once more. 

As you’ve said from the start, Clark would never hurt you when he’s seeing clearly and not affected by red kryptonite. Outside of your direct family, there is no one in this world or any other that you trust more. Everything that had happened these last few months had been a terrible tragedy but things are finally righting themselves and getting back to normal. 

As you hear footsteps approaching, you turn and your heart swells as you see the man walking across the ice towards you. 

Clean-shaven, smiling, and dressed in his famous red-and-blue uniform, Clark looks every bit the Superman you have known and loved like family since you were a young child. 

Wrapping him in a hug, you say, “It’s good to have you back, Clark.”

“It’s good to be back.” He returns the hug and then whispers, “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“You’ve never given up on me once my entire life so why would I do any less?”

Smiling, he lifts you into his arms and says, “Let’s go home.” Then with you firmly in his grasp, he blasts into the sky.

The last time this happened, it ended with your death. Yet as Clark holds you against his chest as he flies towards Gotham, you’ve never felt safer. 

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[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Habit ~ E.O.

A/n: This felt the way eating something for the first time in a longen time when you are it a lot as a kid? Does that make sense? Idk I just love it

Request: “...Enoch O’Connor x Male I beg of thee” by anon

Word count: 2200+

MASTERLIST

Jake was the most annoying person Y/n had ever met.

The problem with a boy shaking the very core of the way Miss Peregrine's Home worked, is that there was a set routine. Not just the same day, every day. Not just the same clothes. Not just the same activities and expectations, but also the same people. The same dynamics. Everything was clear and simple and predictable - as it was supposed to be. It was Enoch and Horace and Olive and Fiona and Claire and Emma and Millard and Bronwyn and Hugh and the twins and Y/n. They all had their chores, their meals, and their rooms. Wake up, do the exact same thing, reset the day, go to bed.

In some ways, Jake changing everything was nice. Emma was happier with him, and they were safer now. They'd always be safe now. Miss Peregrine didn't have to deal with her imperfect day, and they had lots of new friends.

Change was hard though, and unpredictable. Emma and Jake, and then Fiona and Hugh. And then suddenly everyone was a lot less okay with Enoch and Y/n pining for each other but never doing anything about it.

Enoch and Y/n had always been like this. They avoided each other despite everything, somehow having pulled it off for decades straight now. Anytime they did talk, the room seemed to go still. They were insatiable, starving for each other. Every look was too long, and yet too short. Every conversation saturated with so much emotion neither boy could handle it.

Being a teenager was hard.

But for decades, everyone had left it alone. At some point the distance and awkwardness and desperate yearning had become a part of the routine. Wake up, do what you did everyday, glance over the way Y/n's breath caught, a smile tugging to his face when Enoch brought something to life, ignore the way Enoch's eyes lingered when Y/n began to chat with a bird or squirrel or worm.

Even Fiona was good at it, and she was Y/n's sister. They had always been far more concerned with their own relationship as siblings. Two halves of one whole - a plant gift and an animal gift. Flora and fauna.

But now she was busy with her own crush, and without her there to fill Y/n's time, it was more and more obvious how ridiculously in love he was. Olive had met a girl in the other loop they'd joined who had wings, and the two had been having a ball flying around together - which meant Enoch was more available than normal as well.

Of course they ended up in the same space more often than they usually did.

The new kids weren't used to the pining. It wasn't routine, they hadn't learned to ignore it. And the more they pointed out that the way Enoch and Y/n acted wasn't a just-friends-and-family feelings kind of situation, the more the other kids acknowledged it too. Suddenly everyone was looking at the boys expectantly, and with all those eyes on them... it was hard to ignore their own situation even more.

This was especially hard on Y/n. He had always known he wasn't going to end up with some epic love like in the books. Even before the loop, everyone had marked him as insane and weird. His little sister could make flowers grow in the palm of her hand, and her older brother knew all the town secrets because the pets could talk to him. But after the loop? The options were so limited and he was gay - it wasn't going to happen. No way in hell that with one person he could even possibly end up with, who he liked, liked him back. That sort of thing was difficult to find even with several options. But one?

Not to mentioned he hadn't really come to terms with the fact that he wasn't straight. Everyone knew he was into Enoch, but outside of that they had no idea what was going on with his sexuality. He'd never opened up about it, and flat out denied anytime someone had asked. Even Fiona had nothing to offer in terms of information - he hadn't told her anything either. Which was weird, because they knew a lot about each other. She was his confidante.

He'd never even admitted it to himself.

That wasn't good enough for Leroy and Sofie though. They were two of the kids from the other loop, and they were determined to play match maker between the two boys. It was how a harmless game night had gone so terribly wrong. They had convinced Jake to talk about all the silly, immature party games he had heard of and to "experience the culture they were missing out on" all the kids from both loops had been dragged into several different rounds of truth and dare and spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Nothing happened for most of the people, who only fist bumped or took the opportunity to info dump in a space where the other person had no option to listen.

And then Enoch and Y/n got picked.

For the first ten minutes, both boys were completely composed. But Enoch had a very good understanding of time and as more than seven minutes passed, he grew agitated. "It's been long enough, let us out," he called.

When all that came back from the other side was giggling, Y/n got irritated too. Being this close to Enoch was bad enough without there being a foreseeable end in sight. "Guys. Guys!"

"Talk about your feelings!" Sofie called back, and a dozen pairs of feet could be heard on the stairs, leaving Enoch and Y/n. In a closet. Locked for who knows how long. Alone in an entire room, in the basement.

Miss Peregrine would put it together and come and get them before dinner, but... even that was a long way away.

It was quiet a long time, but eventually even Enoch couldn't handle it. He broke first.

"Are we just going to wait for Miss Peregrine?"

Y/n shrugged. "They all left, so... It's not like even if I did anything here they'd let us out."

"Did anything?" Enoch scoffed. "Did what exactly."

"I don't know," Y/n snapped. Both boys were rather hot headed and tended to interact with each other through biting remarks and snarky banter. These snippy words were familiar to them.

Enoch rolled his eyes. "I'm not just going to sit here that whole time. At least tell me what they think we need to share feelings about?"

Y/n shrugged. "Beats me."

Another king quiet and then Enoch seemed to soften. He had changed a lot since Jake too. He had been so defensive of Emma before, but now he saw the flaw in that. Emma and Jake were happy, and more than anything he... envied them. He wanted that. And he had wasted enough time keeping himself from it. If Emma could open her heart to getting broke to risk love and succeed... maybe he could too. "Y/n."

"What?" He was gorgeous. That withering look and unwavering attitude. Enoch loved that he could always keep up, matching any sass off or sarcastic comment. Often beating Enoch at what he had always considered as his own private game. A game he never lost at... until Y/n. Y/n who found his homunculus fascinating instead of disturbing and never scared at even the worst of Enoch's attempts. Y/n who was so awkward and brash with people, but so gentle and calm and caring toward animals. Y/n, who was his best self out in the woods with no shoes on and a smile on his face as he closed his eyes and listened to the wind through the trees, the birds singing, the bugs buzzing...

"Do you want to play Twenty Questions?" It was another of Jake's silly games. They had planned to play it after Seven Minutes in Heaven but, well, now they were locked in a closet.

Y/n shot him a withering look, cocking an eyebrow. "No."

Enoch's lips almost twitched into a smile. "Come on. Since when are you more of a buzz kill than I am?"

Y/n sighed. "Fine. Whatever." He looked at Enoch again and couldn't help but soften. They were both like this. Hard to touch, impossible to get close to. Rough and snappy. Except for those select few. For Enoch, it was the girls. Fiona and Claire had it the easiest; Olive had to work for it; Emma had gotten under his skin after Abe. For Y/n, there was no one who had worked their way into his good graces as well as Enoch had. He of course had softness for the kids, always taking to children who needed someone to have their back - even if they wouldn't admit it - but Enoch was still special. He always was.

Enoch swallowed a smile, matching Y/n's casual energy. They both leaned against the wall, Y/n crossing his arms over his chest and Enoch slipping his hands in his pocket. "You go first," Enoch encouraged. There was something playing in his eyes, so bright it shone even in the low lighting.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, unsure. "Okay... what's your favorite color?" It was a dumb question - he already knew - which meant that if Y/n wasn't going to try neither was Enoch.

"Triangle." He smirked, then leaned forward. "Do you like men?"

There was a long silence in the closet. It felt... horribly fitting. Suffocatingly on point. "Why do you ask?"

"That's not an answer," he shot back.

Y/n's face burned. "That's a dumb question! You've never cared once in our decades of friendship and now you do? Why?"

"Because of Jake." Y/n almost began going off about how annoying Jake was, but Enoch cut him off. "I thought everything was set in stone. He were the group we'd always been. Abe proved it to me. We can get smaller, but never bigger. But then Jake came along and left behind everything for Emma. And I realized, maybe that's what love is. Maybe it's giving up what was for what could be. Because it's worth it. And if I made a leap like that, I won't even have to give anything up. All I have to do is take the first step."

His voice was so soothing, but his words were like shots of ice through Y/n's veins. It was a startling contrast. "Enoch..." He frowned, pursing his lips. He couldn't look at the other boy. "What would you do if I asked you that? You can't expect me to-"

"I do. I like men."

Y/n's jaw dropped. He snapped it closed after a beat, eyes trained on Enoch. The other boy seemed... excited. Genuinely. "And you're telling me this... for a reason. I assume?" Enoch just nodded. He wasn't just excited; he was nervous too. To be fair, so was Y/n. "Because you like me?" He asked, even more softly.

Enoch hesitated. Then nodded. "I... have. For a long time."

Y/n sighed, head falling back against the wall. A part of him wanted to argue, wanted to fight it. Wanted to stick his head in the sand.

But a much larger part of him knew that this had been coming for a long time.

“I thought when I told you I was into men it would be scarier.” Enoch laughed at Y/n’s confession, and it was only a split second before Y/n joined him. It was completely bizarre and borderline ridiculous. They’d been denying their feelings so long it had become habit. First out of hesitation. You never know exactly how someone would react to something. And then it was friendship. They were so close, and they’d gotten into a pattern of thought. They were only friends - nothing else was possible. But as everything around them changed, pattern had no room in their life anymore. So habit had taken over.

And now…

Y/n rested his head on Enoch’s shoulder, hesitantly taking his hand. Enoch sighed, squeezing back. Reassuring him.

“I like you specifically,” Y/n piped up.

Enoch’s smile was small as he tried to fight it, but the blush across his cheeks gave him away. “I like you too.” Y/n chuckled again, and Enoch echoed him. Like their energy was bouncing off of each other, growing. Becoming simply by the existence of the other.

“I don’t want our first kiss to be in here,” Enoch sighed. The closet was too much a metaphor, but even more-

“I don’t like that everyone’s forced so much onto us,” Y/n agreed. “Thank god they did, but-“

Enoch huffed with amusement. “But I don’t want them to have everything. Some things are just for you and me?” Y/n nodded and Enoch smiled, leaning close and pressing his lips to Y/n’s forehead. Y/n sighed, content. They stayed like that until the close door was opened, several pairs of curious eyes staring in at them.

“Are you together now?”

Y/n and Enoch exchanged looks and then scrambled to their feet, both shouldering the door open and slipping out. Everyone was laughing - even the ones who tried desperately to lock the pair back in the room.

And so the boys were out of the closet.

They took each others’ hand again when they settled onto the couch together, an everyone had to agree: that could be enough.

[muttcvnt]

responsible owners that want the best for their pets always make sure their dog gets her checkups on time. to preserve our ability to do so, consider letting the vets of tomorrow sit in on her exams. hell, you know her better than anybody; why don’t you teach them yourself?

invite them over, remind them to bring their clipboards. make sure she’s stripped down and sitting pretty like a good dog when they arrive. muzzle her if you’re worried she may be nippy; it’s a small precaution that could prevent a nasty bite when she finds an unfamiliar pair of hands prodding at her. keep the room cool but not cold, just enough to keep her from growing sluggish and throwing off her results.

be mindful of her temperament. an overlooked part of health and wellness is how well socialized your pet is. make sure she looks your guests in the face and doesn’t shrink away when they get close. don’t allow her to hide any part of herself - if she closes or crosses her legs, guide them back into a spread position. if she tries to cover up her chest, take similar measures.

bring them forward one by one as the others take notes. guide their hands; run them down her spine to make sure it’s nice and straight, have them palpate her ribs, her thighs, her tits. make sure her sweet, dumb animal eyes are bright and clear. hand one student a stethoscope to listen to her heart. have them take note of how her pulse starts to race when you take her balls in your hand, how it goes even faster when the anticipated squeeze is actually delivered. test her reflexes; you never have guests over without her shock collar at the ready to assure her best behavior. deliver a jolt and watch her muscles tense with no delay at all, perfectly healthy. retest this one several times to be absolutely certain.

she should be used to the presence of her visitors now, so the muzzle can come off. open up her jaws and call yet another student over to examine her teeth. run gloved fingers over them, assuring they are smooth exactly where they are meant to be smooth, sharp exactly where they are meant to be sharp. take note of the color. another reflex test can’t hurt at this stage. press your fingers back into her throat, measuring how deep you can push before she seizes up and gags. ask your audience to take notes on the quality of the spit she produces. get a hand between her legs and check up on her erectile function - can she get fully hard? if so, how long does it take? does she get wet, and if so, how wet? an alert and responsive puppy is a healthy puppy, does she whine and buck her hips when you play with her? does she shiver when you drag your fingers up and down her back? is her skin well hydrated and stretchy? how many fingers can she take before you have to put in serious work to fit another?

run through her full wellness exam, and then invite the students to ask questions. let them get invasive, she’s your dog after all (NOTE: this portion is best performed simultaneously with the previous few tests; your dog will be more likely to answer readily and honestly with fingers in her hole or a hand on her cock) let them ask about her height and weight, how she likes to touch herself, where she got all those highly suspect bruises from. to wrap up her appointment, prepare her shot and talk the group through its proper administration.

thank your guests for showing up ready and eager to learn, send them home, and then fuck your puppy stupid for behaving for her exam. if you were especially impressed with her behavior, I recommend allowing her a night outside her kennel, curled up at the foot of your bed.

[cedarwoodtears]

Could u do any mattjess (friendship and romantic) hcs? Thanks!

YES ANON YESS BRO THEYRE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!!!!! MY HEART!!!! MY FAVORITE STRAIGHT COUPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH

• matt has tried to get jessica more into sports but she gets a lot of the terms mixed up…like when someone makes a shot in basketball she’ll yell, “TOUCHDOWN!!!!” matt appreciates her spirit even if it’s wrong, he doesn’t have to heart to tell her…

• they have a samoyed that jess absolutely SPOILSS the amount of treats and bones he gets. his name is milo. she even got matt to knit him a cute little beige sweater that jess puts on milo during the winter. and also he gets a pup cup every monday and friday. to start him off good the week and to end good as well. when matt goes jogging in the mornings he also brings milo with him, they spend a lot of time together outdoors TEEHEE

• jess tends to cheat off matt’s homework for her classes but ESPECIALLY math. that’s a subject she cannot wrap her brain around…i mean she’s got a pretty bad grade in that class because matt is pretty much the same in math so they both get it wrong LMAOOOOO matt doesn’t like it when she does that, insisting that, “it’s better to learn it on your own” but she gives those puppy dog eyes and he can’t refuse…

• they send each other tik toks all the time. matt sends her at least 50 tik toks a day and half of them are completely illegible to her (his brainrot level is so severe). the other half is cute relationship posts but it’s always a 50/50 opening a tik tok from him. jess sends him edits of her favorite animes (she secretly LOVES anime it’s canon) and then also those “us?” posts…

• matt could literally be freezing to death and he’d still give jess his coat if she even had so much of a shiver. jess really appreciates his kindness and generosity but she also feels bad for him sometimes bc she doesn’t want him going without something either…matt is still working on not being a people pleaser but he tends to put jess before himself in everything

• jess normally cooks for them (and matt LOVES it everytime) but on special occasions like birthdays or an anniversary or something else matt will make her something! normally it’s um. not the best but jess appreciates him for his effort and eats it all…one time he accidentally charred the chicken beyond belief and she still had a little. it was a bite and she spit it out right after LMAOO

• they go on a lot of dates, whether it be to the park, or a museum, or a restaurant, or a theater, staying at home, THEY LOVE DATES!!! both their camera rolls are full of photos of each other when they go out…matt likes taking .5 angles of jess and she’s like “MATTT STOP IT IM LITERALLY GONNA KILL YOU THATS SUCH A BAD ANGLE” and he’s like “It’s great” jess says they make her look like a stupid drooling baby…he agrees sometimes LOL

• matt is a big knitter (shocker) and he loves working on stuff for her!! almost anything jess asks he’ll make….he’s an absolute unit when it comes to knitting bro he does NOT mess around..he can beat all the 80 year old white women EASILY!!! (exaggeration but he’s still pretty good) right now he’s in the process of making silly milo themed socks shhhh don’t tell jess it’s a surprise…

• jess is the big spoon. she might be 6 inches shorter than him but that means NOTHING!! she’s more than happy to hold him by the waist and so is he…jess does have a tendency to drool a lot in her sleep though so matt tells her to keep her head further back so he doesn’t wake up and turn his head back and BOOM drool. matt snores though so he can’t get annoyed with her over that. and it’s not quiet. sounds like a lawn mower might wanna get that checked out matt…

• jess loves stealing his clothes like half her closet is matt’s old/semi-recent stuff that he gave up hehe especially hoodies. she likes how they’re a lot looser on her and he gets really good quality hoodies too so it keeps her plenty warm compared to most of the women’s ones she owns. sometimes his boxers too like he’ll go to put on one and it’s missing and he’s like “jess took it didn’t she….” he can’t get mad though jess looks good in it….

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hey idk if you'd do this but bucky barns x reader who has bad period cramps and how he'd help hcs? Xx

Bucky’s Girl on her Period Headcanons

•Bucky is very considerate when it comes to your period, he never wants you to be in pain

•It took you a while to express your discomfort, especially before you two were sexually active, though he can always tell when you’re not feeling well and he tries to help you

•He was almost like a puppy, he knows you’re not feeling well and he tries to bring you things you like, at first he brought you your favorite meal from the place down the street but he would bring it while you were bloated and nauseous which would annoy you, then he would end up worrying that you’re not eating since he knows you, you love to eat…he quickly learned not to say that though as you immediately took it to mean he thought you were fat

•Your mood swings confuse him to no end and right when he thinks he has an understanding of your mood, you’re crying

•He snuggles you whenever you get weepy and it’s his favorite time oddly enough because when you cry you get snuggly and when you get snuggly you get tired and fall asleep on his chest, making him feel like he’s made you feel better, at least enough to rest

•When you finally express why you’re not feeling well it seemingly registers to him all of the times you were clearly uncomfortable but brushed it off

•He does research on the internet that night for hours, learning everything that’s going on with your body (since men in his time weren’t taught about this subject) but also trying to figure out common ways he could help, if not just to make you feel less moody if he couldn’t relieve your pain

•He took some things he learned online too literally so the first time he goes shopping for you he gets way too much, coming home with 6 boxes of tampons (all the correct brand and size which impressed and surprised you), 2 plastic bags full of 15 different kinds of chocolate, and 8 new stuffed animals

•He expressed to you instantly that it doesn’t bother him that you have your period and he can’t believe that there are men in the world that are so uncomfortable with something so natural that they’ve made his Princess feel like she needs to hide it from him lest he be disgusted by you, Fuck that

•He sets to making you feel comfortable right away, getting you your heating pad and setting a nest up on the couch, turning on your favorite movie and snuggling you close, massaging your lower back

•Bucky downloads a period tracking app on his phone and fills in the dates and symptoms he notices and that you express so that he can tell around the time that it’s going to happen; from that moment on he is always prepared for that time of the month, and if he’s not prepared at least he’s never confused when it happens

•He has a secret stash in his closet of a box full of chocolate, he also keeps several boxes of the tampons you prefer to use since you always seem to forget to buy them on time, though whenever you need it he always surprises you by being willing to go to the store and buy them for you if he’s all out

•Bucky was truly stunned at the fact that men wouldn’t go to the store to get tampons for their women, a women that you’re in love with, a women that’s in love with you, a women that is going through something that men will never have to suffer through and they don’t have enough compassion to go get them the only thing they really need? The Sergeant doesn’t consider himself a ‘good man’ in any sense but Bucky doesn’t understand modern men at all

•One thing Bucky noticed is that you seem to be in quite a bit of pain almost every month, and upon asking you explained you have worse cramps than normal women, often being debilitating for you to the point that you can’t stand up straight; it took some time to convince him that you’ve already been to the doctor and that physically your okay, there’s nothing that can be done to fix it, you just have to suffer, he doesn’t appreciate that answer

•Bucky mutes your phone at this time of the month, telling Tony whenever he calls with a request or Fury when he calls with a mission to fuck themselves, his Princess is in pain and he needs to take care of you

•He gets Banner to get you a script for some stronger pain meds for when you desperately need them, not willing to give them to you all the time but at least to be able to sleep at night or have a nap when the pain is really bad

•There is a hall closet full of blankets and pillows for use when he builds you a nest to sleep in so you don’t have to move, Bucky actually finds that he enjoys caring for you, it makes him feel useful and loved when you look up at him with your big beautiful Y/EC eyes and smile at him

•About 6 months after you start dating, Tony clears out and gives you and ‘Your Cyborg’ your own floor in the tower to stay in and Bucky fixes up a whole room with a large nest of your blankets on top of a king sized mattress that sits on the floor in front of a TV, it has an air conditioner, a bathroom full of products and a basket in the edge of your nest that he always keeps stocked with chocolate and snacks; this is mostly so he doesn’t have to keep setting up the ‘nest’ over and over since you enjoy it at all times of the month, and it’s so big your beefy soldier boyfriend can fit into it with you and all of the stuffies he bought you before and after you told him about your period (the fact that Bucky believed the way to make you feel better when you were ‘sick’ was to buy you stuffed animals touches your heart in a special way, he’s the worlds greatest assassin and still your sweet teddy bear)

•You often find yourself getting a massage, either your lower back or even better your crampy tummy, appreciating the relief his inhumanly strong hand brings to you, the massage is often necessary to help you sleep at night and he rubs your stomach until you drift off

•It took a bit of time for the Soldier to allow your flesh to be touched by his vibranium hand however as he realized he was able to use it to help your hot flashes he tried to relax himself enough to allow you to hold it; Bucky now even enjoys watching you wrap your body around his metal arm which never warms up, the metal staying constantly cool which allows you to get some relief from the hot flashes

•For being a man from the 40s Bucky is very sweet and attentive when it comes to your time of the month, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain so seeing you in what is basically unnecessary pain is something he’s strongly driven to relieve for you

•Bucky is the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, never having expected him to be the kind of man comfortable buying feminine hygiene products at the store for you, you appreciate him more than ever and you are damn sure he will not be getting away from you any time soon

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