#it was really a squeaky toy kind of sound

[maisietheyellowlab]

Ok, so apparently, she enjoys agility. She started squeaking when we got there.

[herrscherofinsanity]

Tangled Webs and Heartstrings

Spider!Minjeong... subtlety has never been her thing!

Fluff

Kim Minjeong (Winter) x fem!reader

Word count: 4.3k

Yes, this was a request. Yes, I had lots of fun doing it. Sorry for the wait, hope it was worth it!

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The school gym is packed.

It’s the end of the day, and the student council is setting up for some kind of fundraiser — a bake sale, a raffle, something y/n y/l/n had excitedly pitched with sparkles in her eyes and a hundred volunteers too afraid to say no. Minjeong isn't even sure why she’s here, crouched awkwardly behind the snack table in her hoodie, pretending to fix the paper banner even though she’s mostly just watching y/n from a distance.

She tells herself it’s purely coincidental. Totally accidental. Not at all because y/n looks extra pretty in her student council sash, or because she’d smiled at Minjeong earlier and said, “You’re helping too? Cute.”

Nope. Not because of that.

Minjeong fiddles with a roll of tape to distract herself. She’s not Spiderwoman right now. She’s just… Minjeong. Ordinary. Invisible. Safe.

Then, as if summoned by karma itself, she hears it:

“Ow—! Whoa—!”

She looks up just in time to see y/n — up on a bench trying to pin the final banner over the gym door — lose her balance.

Minjeong gasps, the world slows, she doesn’t think — just moves.

By the time y/n blinks, Spiderwoman is already there.

She swings in through the high gym windows, landing with a soft thwip of web. She catches y/n mid-fall, bridal-style, one arm around her back and the other steadying her knees.

y/n stares.

Spiderwoman blinks.

“…Hi?” Minjeong says, her voice just a little too high-pitched behind the mask.

y/n arches a brow. “You again?”

Spiderwoman gently sets her down on the ground. “You, uh, twisted your ankle. I think. I mean—I saw—well, not like I was watching you—I just—was passing by! Over the gym. You know. Swinging.” She gestures vaguely upward. “Air.”

y/n bites her lip, clearly fighting a smile. “You really do show up every time I so much as sneeze in public.”

“I—it’s not just you,” Spiderwoman mutters. “I save lots of people.”

“Right, sure.” y/n grins, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You wouldn’t happen to be stalking me, would you?”

“I—what? No! No, I—who would do that? That’s crazy. So crazy. Like, unhinged, even.”

y/n leans in just a little. “You’re kind of cute when you panic.”

Minjeong makes a sound like a squeaky toy and nearly trips over her own web.

“I—I should go. You’re safe. Mission accomplished. Okay. Bye.”

She fires a web to the rafters, nearly misses, and stumbles as it catches. y/n watches, fully amused, as the masked hero flails for a second before swinging off, muttering to herself about "stupid gravity" and “why now of all times.”

y/n tilts her head, watching her disappear through the window.

She rubs her ankle, then glances down at her wrist.

Wrapped around it is a thin strand of web — almost like a ribbon. Almost like a calling card.

y/n smiles to herself. “Spiderwoman, huh?” she says under her breath. “Interesting.”

-----

Minjeong’s Room – 8:42 PM

Minjeong groans and drops face-first onto her bed, still wearing her Spiderwoman suit from the waist up, mask thrown to the floor in dramatic shame.

“Why am I like this,” she mumbles into her pillow.

She rolls over and stares at the ceiling, arms flopped out like a starfish. Her cheeks are still burning. She replays it in her head — the twist, the save, the bridal carry, the flirting.

“She called me cute,” Minjeong groans, grabbing a pillow and smacking herself with it. “She called me cute, and I ran away like a complete loser.”

The small radio on her desk buzzes to life with police chatter. She glances at it, then looks away.

“Nope. Not going out again tonight. The city can survive one night without me. I almost tripped on my own web… in front of her. I have no dignity left.”

She picks up a crumpled notebook and opens it. Inside are quick sketches — little doodles of Spiderwoman and a mysterious girl with a sash and a mischievous smile. She stares at it, then hurriedly shoves it under her pillow like it might explode.

“She definitely suspects something. I need to stop showing up every time she breathes.”

Pause.

“…She has a really nice smile though.”

--

y/n’s Room – 8:43 PM

y/n sits cross-legged on her bed, ankle wrapped in a soft bandage, phone in hand, and a suspiciously giddy look on her face.

Across from her, Ryujin lounges with a face mask on, peeking up from her book.

“Okay,” Ryujin says slowly, “what’s got you smiling like that? Did another freshman confess their love again?”

y/n snorts. “No, not this time. Though that was hilarious. No, today’s chaos was… new.”

She taps her screen and holds it up. It’s a blurry photo someone caught in the gym — Spiderwoman, mid-swing, cradling y/n in her arms like a rom-com hero. The caption: “She came flying in out of nowhere???”

Ryujin laughs. “Okay, that’s amazing. But also? She’s totally into you.”

y/n raises a brow. “She is?”

“y/n, be serious. You’ve been rescued, what, four times now? And somehow, it’s always you. That girl’s got a spider crush.”

y/n hums, not denying it. “She’s… interesting. I think I get why people like the mystery. But here’s the thing—” she leans forward, eyes glittering with mischief, “I think I know who she is.”

Ryujin lowers her book. “Wait, what?”

y/n smiles to herself and says nothing more. But in her head, she’s already thinking of the quiet girl in the hoodie, the way Minjeong panicked when their hands brushed last week, the way her voice trembled when she said y/n looked nice at the last student council meeting.

Too many coincidences.

And maybe… just maybe… y/n kind of wants it to be her.

-----

Minjeong stands at her locker, staring into it blankly like the answers to life are hidden behind her math books.

She hasn’t slept much — her dreams were full of red sashes, crooked smiles, and falling out of the sky into y/n y/l/n’s arms instead of the other way around. The memory of yesterday's disaster still burns under her skin.

She exhales sharply and mutters, “Just act normal. Be cool. Avoid eye contact. Maybe move to Canada.”

“Morning, Minjeong!”

Minjeong jumps so hard she almost drops her books.

y/n y/l/n is right behind her, glowing like the sun, hair done up in a lazy ponytail, sash off for the day but still carrying herself like royalty. Her ankle is wrapped but she walks just fine — too fine, if you ask Minjeong. Suspiciously fine.

“Oh,” Minjeong says, voice cracking. “Hi! Hello! You’re here.”

y/n raises an amused brow. “Well, yeah. School. I do go here.”

“Right! Of course. Obviously.”

y/n leans a little closer, her voice lower now. “You look tired.”

Minjeong stares at her. “I slept. I mean—yes. I do that. Sleeping. At night. Regular hours. Normal human stuff.”

y/n grins like a cat who’s found a very entertaining mouse. “You know,” she says, twirling a strand of her hair, “Spiderwoman saved me again yesterday.”

Minjeong chokes on air.

y/n continues, voice sweet and casual. “She always shows up just in time. It’s weird, right? Almost like she’s watching me.”

Minjeong blinks. “That is weird. Super weird. Creepy, even. You should… maybe install cameras?”

y/n hums thoughtfully. “Or maybe I should just pay closer attention to the people around me.”

Minjeong lets out a high-pitched laugh. “Why would you do that?”

y/n just smiles and walks away, leaving a short-circuiting Minjeong frozen in front of her locker, fully broken.

-----

y/n didn’t plan to go get ice cream, but she’s finished her student council duties early, it’s a sunny day, and frankly, she feels like causing minor mischief. So, she heads out alone, takes a stroll, and ends up at her favorite spot near the park.

She's halfway through ordering when the universe intervenes.

A kid on a skateboard comes out of nowhere, careening down the sidewalk. y/n steps back just a little too late — her foot catches the curb, and she stumbles backward.

“Oh come on—”

Before she can hit the pavement, Spiderwoman drops down from above in an absolute flourish of limbs and webbing, catching y/n around the waist like she’s been waiting for this exact moment.

y/n ends up dipped backward like its prom night.

Spiderwoman blinks.

y/n smirks.

“…This is getting suspicious,” y/n murmurs, looking up at the masked girl who’s clearly blushing under that suit.

“I was just… around,” Spiderwoman squeaks.

“Of course you were.” y/n twirls a strand of her hair. “Let me guess. You were swinging over the ice cream parlor?”

“I was, um… craving strawberry?”

y/n laughs — full, bright, genuine. “You’re ridiculous.”

Spiderwoman helps her upright again, awkward and bashful. “You’re okay though, right?”

y/n nods, brushing off her skirt. “I always am when you’re around.”

That definitely short-circuits Spiderwoman, who nearly stumbles over her own feet trying to swing off again. y/n watches her disappear into the sky, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“I’ve got to figure out who you are,” she says under her breath. “Because this? This is fun.”

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“I’m gonna die. This is it. This is how I go. Death by flirting. At least she’s hot.”

Minjeong drops her head onto the cafeteria table. Jimin gently pats her back like she’s in mourning. Aeri sips her drink, unimpressed. Yizhuo is already halfway through her bag of chips, eating with the energy of someone watching a reality show.

“What happened this time?” Aeri asks dryly.

“She almost fell at the ice cream shop yesterday,” Minjeong groans, still face-down. “And I just happened to be around. Again.”

“You mean,” Jimin says carefully, “you were stalking her.”

“No! I was just—okay yes, but lightly. I was passing by!”

“You swooped in and cradled her like a rom-com lead,” Yizhuo adds, tossing a chip into her mouth. “That’s not casual. That’s soulmate behavior.”

Minjeong lifts her head just enough to pout. “She’s onto me. I can tell. She kept looking at me weird this morning, and she keeps teasing me about Spiderwoman. I think she’s playing with me.”

“She probably is,” Aeri says bluntly. “And you’re letting her.”

“She smirked, Aeri. She smirked and said ‘you’re always around when I’m in trouble.’ Like—like I don’t try to save everyone. Like I’m her personal superhero.”

“Which you are,” Jimin says, beaming.

“I’m gonna get exposed,” Minjeong whimpers. “She’s going to unmask me and then laugh and say ‘wow I really thought you’d be taller.’”

“Honestly,” Yizhuo says, “if she finds out and still flirts with you, it’s a win.”

“IF!?”

--

y/n leans back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, sipping an iced coffee like she owns the school. She taps her pen against her planner and smiles to herself.

Across the room, Ryujin raises a brow. “What are you plotting now?”

“Me?” y/n says innocently. “Nothing, just thinking.”

Ryujin doesn’t even blink. “Don’t lie to me, you’re glowing. That’s your mischief face.”

y/n sighs dramatically. “Fine. If I were plotting, hypothetically, it would be… a light social experiment.”

“Which means?”

y/n smiles wider. “I’ve narrowed it down. Spiderwoman is definitely someone from this school, and I think she might be Minjeong.”

Ryujin blinks. “The tiny one who blushes when you say ‘hi’?”

“The very same.”

“…y/n, be serious.”

“I am,” she hums. “Think about it. Spiderwoman’s voice? Nervous. Awkward. Like she’s trying to be confident and only halfway succeeding. She always shows up where I am, which is honestly flattering. And yesterday, Minjeong looked like she saw a ghost when I teased her about it.”

Ryujin stares. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

y/n leans forward, eyes glinting. “Oh, I’m thriving. And now… we test the waters.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m going to be somewhere ‘dangerous’ after school.”

“y/n—”

“I’m not going to actually fall off anything,” she says with a scoff. “I’m just going to see if she shows up.”

Ryujin pinches the bridge of her nose. “You’re such a menace.”

y/n grins. “She started it.”

-----

y/n stretches her arms as the afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the rooftop. She leans over the edge just a little, enough to look dramatic but not enough to trigger a real emergency.

She’s counting down in her head.

3… 2… 1…

Thwip.

“Hey! That’s not safe, y’know!”

y/n bites back a smile and turns, as if surprised. “Oh? Spiderwoman? What a coincidence.”

Minjeong — Spiderwoman — swings down from the rooftop ledge and lands in a little tumble-roll, clearly trying to appear cool despite the fact that she nearly faceplanted. “Wh-what are you doing up here? It's, uh… dangerous.”

y/n blinks innocently. “I just wanted to watch the sunset.”

Minjeong panics. “You could’ve fallen!”

“I had faith you'd catch me.”

That makes Spiderwoman stammer. “Wh— I mean—of course I would! I-I’m always around. Y’know. Just… protecting people.”

“Really?” y/n steps closer, eyes twinkling. “Because you seem to be protecting me a lot lately.”

Silence.

Spiderwoman lets out a nervous laugh, clearly glitching. “Haha… well, you… just have very bad luck, that’s all!”

y/n tilts her head. “Or maybe you like me.”

Spiderwoman makes an inhuman squeak. “W-what?! N-no— I mean yes— I mean no— I mean—!”

y/n walks past her, casually brushing her shoulder as she heads to the exit. “Thanks for the save, Spidey.”

Minjeong is left rooted in place, mask slightly askew, heart pounding. What she didn’t know was that the most stressful week of her life was about to start.

--

Day 1 – Monday:

y/n is standing beneath a ladder that a janitor is using. A bucket of paint just so happens to tilt from the top—

Thwip!

Spiderwoman catches it mid-air with a web, flinging it safely aside.

“You have the best timing.”

“You have the worst luck! Why were you just standing there?”

“Maybe I was hoping you'd show up.”

--

Day 2 – Tuesday:

y/n is carrying a suspiciously tall stack of books down the library stairs. Of course, she trips.

Spiderwoman catches her bridal-style.

“We really have to stop meeting like this.”

“Or you could just—like—not fall off things?!”

--

Day 3 – Wednesday:

y/n stands under a tree during lunch. A bird decides to attack her hair.

Spiderwoman appears out of nowhere, shooing the bird off like some chaotic fairy godmother.

“I feel like a Disney princess with a superhero guardian.”

“You need a leash, is what you need!”

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Day 4 – Thursday:

y/n reaches to get a soda from a vending machine. The machine glitches. y/n shakes it. The machine teeters.

Spiderwoman swings in, literally kicks the machine to save y/n.

“That was hot.”

“THAT WAS DANGEROUS.”

--

Day 5 – Friday:

The week ends at the school theater. y/n is helping with stage decorations, she’s standing on a wobbly chair.

Of course, it tips.

And of course—Thwip!

y/n falls right into a web… and Spiderwoman’s arms.

She looks up, grinning. “You always catch me.”

Spiderwoman is quiet for a second. “Yeah… always.”

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y/n is sprawled on her bed, legs kicking behind her as she scribbles in a pink glittery notebook. At the top of the page in bubble letters:

“Reasons Why Minjeong is Spiderwoman”

Weird bruises she can’t explain

Always disappears before Spiderwoman shows up

Same height, same awkward voice

Adorably clumsy in both identities

I’ve fallen into her arms five times and it’s been the exact same hug every time

Minjeong’s ears turn red just like Spiderwoman’s mask does when she’s flustered

I just know okay???

y/n taps her pen against her lips, grinning to herself. “Time to poke the bear.”

-----

y/n corners Minjeong by her locker, leaning against it casually, smiling like she knows something.

“Hey, Minjeong.”

Minjeong, half-choking on her own spit: “O-oh! H-hi! Good morning! H-how are you!?”

“I’m great, actually. Bit of a weird week though. I’ve been rescued by a superhero like five times.”

Minjeong’s smile falters. “H-ha. That’s… haha… yeah, weird. Really… strange.”

y/n leans closer. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Minjeong is frozen. “Me? Know about what?”

y/n lifts a brow. “Spiderwoman, of course.”

Minjeong nearly drops her books. “Wh-WHY WOULD I— no! I mean no! I mean why would you think I know her? I’m— I’m just—” she gestures vaguely at herself, “Minjeong.”

The other girl hums, eyes twinkling. “Sure you are.”

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During lunch, y/n is sitting with Liz, Ryujin, and Yeji at lunch, eyes locked across the room where Minjeong is poking at her food, clearly paranoid.

Yeji leans in. “So, uh… is it working?”

y/n smirks. “She’s one panic away from crawling up the wall.”

Liz smirks right back. “You’re playing with fire.”

Ryujin lets out a laugh. “Honestly? I’m rooting for the flames.”

y/n grins, “I just want her to admit it. And maybe kiss me after.”

--

Minjeong whispers across the table to herself as if in prayer. “I’m so doomed. I’m so, so doomed. She knows. She’s toying with me.”

“Is she flirting or threatening you?” Jimin asks carefully.

“Yes.”

-----

It’s a rare cloudy afternoon in the city, and school let out early due to some power outage. y/n, of course, decided to casually take a stroll toward her favorite boba shop. Alone. In a questionable alley shortcut. With her phone conveniently at 3%.

It was all part of the plan.

What wasn’t part of the plan was the sound of tires screeching way too close.

A reckless driver had hopped the curb just as y/n stepped off it—she froze. For real this time.

Before she could even blink, a blur of red and blue swung down and scooped her up bridal-style, soaring them both safely onto a nearby rooftop.

y/n’s arms are still wrapped tightly around Spiderwoman’s neck when she finally speaks.

“You came,” she whispers, wide-eyed and breathless for real this time.

Spiderwoman, trying to play it cool but visibly trembling, replies shakily, “Y-yeah, of course. You were—um—danger. Dangerous. In—no, wait. In danger.”

y/n doesn’t let go. In fact, she gets more comfortable, her voice going soft and sincere. “You’ve saved me so many times this week. I think it’s time I thanked you properly.”

Minjeong’s voice cracks through the mask. “Th-that’s not necessary! I-I mean, your safety is thanks enough—”

y/n leans in slowly, her fingers brushing the edge of the mask. “Just one kiss. For all the times you caught me.”

Before Minjeong can fully short-circuit, the girl in her arms lifts the mask just enough to reveal her lips—and kisses her.

It’s soft. Sure. But it sends Minjeong’s brain into a system reboot. Her hands, still holding y/n, stiffen like she’s forgotten how to human. Her knees buckle. Her heart stops.

And when y/n pulls back, grinning like the cat that caught the spider, she whispers right against Minjeong’s lips.

“Hi, Minjeong.”

Minjeong gasps. “W-WHAT?!”

“Told you I’d figure it out.”

Minjeong’s voice goes high-pitched. “You—You KISSED me to REVEAL ME?! That’s—that’s cheating! That’s emotional sabotage! That’s—”

y/n just laughs, cupping her cheek. “You looked cute in the suit. I had to know if you tasted sweet too.”

Minjeong genuinely collapsed.

-----

Two weeks had passed since The Rooftop Incident.

And Minjeong had not known peace.

Every time she turned a corner, y/n was there — smirking, tossing her hair, leaning against lockers like she was starring in her own rom-com, and absolutely thriving in the knowledge that she’d cracked the biggest secret in school. The one person who hadn’t been fooled? Of course, it was the girl who practically lived in Minjeong’s head.

Minjeong, meanwhile, had barely survived.

She had walked into four poles, missed two stair steps, and accidentally called her chemistry teacher “Your Majesty” once.

And now here they were, on the school rooftop again. This time, no mask, no excuses. Just them.

y/n sat with her legs dangling off the ledge, sipping from a strawberry juice box like she didn’t just alter the course of Minjeong’s entire life.

“So,” she said casually, “how does it feel to be exposed?”

Minjeong groaned beside her, flopping dramatically onto the concrete. “Humiliating. Debilitating. Traumatizing.”

y/n laughed. “You’re so dramatic. You got kissed by a pretty girl on a rooftop. That’s basically fanfiction-level romance.”

Minjeong covered her face with both hands. “You tricked me!”

“You kissed me back,” y/n shot back smugly.

“I panicked!”

“You cupped my waist.”

“…Nervous muscle memory!”

y/n leaned over her, face inches away, eyes soft now. “You can admit it, y’know. That you like me.”

Minjeong peeked through her fingers. “That obvious, huh?”

y/n nodded. “Like, painfully. I think even the pigeons knew.”

Minjeong sat up slowly, still pink from head to toe. “Fine. I like you. I’ve liked you forever. Since… before I even got bit, honestly. I was gonna tell you, eventually. Maybe. After graduation… or on my deathbed.”

y/n giggled, nudging her shoulder. “You’re lucky I like awkward nerds with superpowers.”

Minjeong blinked. “Wait—wait, you like me too?”

y/n scoffed. “What do you think the kissing was for? Science?”

“…That would’ve been less stressful, actually.”

y/n rolled her eyes affectionately and stood, dusting off her skirt. “Come on. Walk me home?”

Minjeong scrambled to her feet. “You want me to swing you?”

“Nope,” y/n said sweetly. “I want you to walk me. No suit. No excuses. Just my girlfriend.”

Minjeong choked. “Girlfriend?!”

y/n grinned, already heading for the stairs. “I kissed you as a thank you. You kissed me back. I’m just accepting your proposal.”

Minjeong stared after her, stunned. Then, with a dreamy little smile pulling at her lips, she jogged to catch up.

--

y/n leaned on the railing, watching the skyline, sipping another juice box. Behind her, a thump — the soft sound of someone landing.

“You’re late,” she said without turning.

Spiderwoman chuckled softly. “Some jerk locked himself out of his apartment five floors up. Had to help.”

y/n turned, arms crossed. “Mmm. Classic excuse. Got your priorities all out of whack.”

Spiderwoman stepped forward, mask half-off already. “But I made it, didn’t I?”

y/n softened instantly, walking up to her. “You always do.”

They stood there for a beat. Close, quiet.

y/n reached out, brushing a bit of hair from Minjeong’s face.

“You know,” she said softly, “I fell for both versions of you. The dork and the hero.”

Minjeong took her hand. “They’re the same girl, you know.”

“I know.” y/n smiled. “That’s why I’m keeping you.”

Minjeong leaned in, voice gentle. “Then I guess I’m yours.”

y/n pulled her close. “About time.”

--

One Week Later – Group Chat: [Jimin, Aeri, Yizhuo, y/n, Minjeong]

Jimin:

sooooo you two are finally official huh

Aeri:

thank god. i was about to lock you in a closet until you kissed

Yizhuo:

the lesbian rooftop superhero romance is real… we won

y/n:

you’re welcome for the entertainment

Minjeong:

I feel so attacked

y/n:

you’re dating me now. get used to it.

Minjeong:

…okay

Yizhuo:

…Minjeong get up

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Bonus:

Six months later...

The morning sun poured through the half-open blinds, casting streaks of golden light across the tangled sheets. In the middle of the bed, Minjeong lay on her stomach, one leg hanging off the side, her face buried into the pillow. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles — clearly a victim of the night’s tossing and turning.

On the other side, y/n sat cross-legged, fully awake, brushing her teeth with a lollipop in her mouth.

“Minjeong,” she said through the candy stick. “You’re going to be late.”

Minjeong groaned. “Spiderwoman doesn’t do mornings.”

y/n poked her. “Spiderwoman also has physics first period and a quiz on friction.”

“…Friction is my enemy.”

y/n’s eyes sparkled. “I dunno, you didn’t seem to hate friction last night when—”

Minjeong launched a pillow at her with deadly precision.

y/n collapsed into giggles, hands up in surrender.

Later, in the kitchen, Minjeong, finally upright and conscious, munched on toast while leaning heavily against the counter.

y/n was in front of her, poking through a box of labeled gadgets Minjeong had been tinkering with. “What’s this one do?”

“Glows in the dark. Kind of useless but cool.”

“And this?”

“Explodes glitter.”

Pause.

“…That one’s for emergencies only.”

y/n’s eyebrows wiggled. “Define emergency.”

Minjeong deadpanned, “If I ever forget your birthday.”

y/n smiled wide, leaning up to kiss her cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Minjeong smiled down at her, eyes soft behind her glasses. “Lucky I’ve got you.”

--

Spiderwoman crouched on the edge of a building, surveying the city below.

Behind her, a voice crackled through her communicator. y/n’s voice.

“You know,” y/n said teasingly, “I think I liked you better when you were mysterious and broody. Now you’re just a soft little nerd with a grappling hook.”

Minjeong grinned under the mask. “You loved me when I was mysterious. You’re in love with me now.”

A pause.

Then her girlfriend replied, voice warm. “Yeah. I really am.”

Spiderwoman stood, wind brushing past her, and smiled out at the world.

She was awkward, nerdy, still tripped over her own feet half the time — but she was loved. Fully, completely, and fearlessly.

And with y/n in her corner?

She felt like she could do anything.

--

A Newscast Playing on a Shop Window:

“—and once again, Spiderwoman swooped in to stop a carjacking near the downtown plaza. Eyewitnesses say she seemed… embarrassed to take credit—”

y/n passed by the window, sipping her iced coffee, wearing Minjeong’s oversized hoodie. She glanced at the screen, smirked, and whispered to herself,

“Dork.”

Then she walked off down the street — texting one-handed.

y/n:

Miss you already.

Don’t fall off a roof.

I want cuddles when you’re back.

And my hoodie. Maybe.

Spiderwoman:

saving the world. brb.

but yes. cuddles.

and you can try to take the hoodie back.

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A/N: Hi! I love these stories so much. Feel free to leave any requests, it'll take me forever, but I will write them eventually.

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 20/10/2024 Carlos Sainz - Toys

Plot: Carlos finds your side draw of toys when your out with the girls and he can’t wait to try them out with you.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, use of dildo, use of vibrator, use of toys, sex with toys, 18+ Minors DNI

Carlos and you had a very active sex life but it was pretty mundane. You guys stuck to the basics, going in the order of making out, to him fingering you, to you giving him a hand job or blow job and then sex, of course in missionary because that’s all you’d ever tried.

And you knew it wasn’t an issue with Carlos because he always satisfied you in every aspect of your relationship.

However there were times when you didn’t go to a race with him and you’d have your little selfcare days. You’d go to the local spa, you’d have a massive shower where you’d shave and do all of your facial cleansing and body scrubbing to the point you felt like a squeaky clean scrubbing brush.

And then came the other aspect of your self care. And that all resided in your locked side draw in the bedside cabinet. You and Carlos had one each, even though this was your apartment, he stayed here so often between races that it just made sense he had his own space for stuff.

But all the time you were in the relationship the draw remained locked and you never showed Carlos what you did when it was just you.

You had loads of toys, ranging from purple dildos to bunny shaped vibrators, to vibrators you could store in your panties and control through a mobile app, you had as much as you could physically force into that draw.

Your use them whenever Carlos wasn’t around, it was like your smutty little secret that you were okay with just keeping to yourself as you found it kind of embarrassing, this side of you and you never wanted Carlos to think he was doing enough because he was.

But then in a rush, you’d left the draw unlocked after you’d spent a morning with your rose toy that acted like a tongue and felt like it was eating you out. It was something that was able to work motorised and faster than a natural tongue.

And Carlos had got home before you. You’d asked him to hang up a picture for you as he was sort of the handy man in the house now that he was there more often than not. He went looking for a screwdriver and some nails to see if he could get it up. And of course he went looking in your bedside cabinet when he couldn’t find it in the kitchen or the utility room.

When he opened the draw he couldn’t say he wasn’t shocked. It was so out of the ordinary for you, but then again he couldn’t really tell.

He placed them all on the bed in an order of what shocked him the most to what looked relatively normal for you.

When you got home, you chucked your bag on the entrance way floor kicking of your heels and stepping into the open plan apartment.

“Carlos?” You shout into the house expecting him to be here. You walk a little further in until you hear a shuffling noise upstairs.

“Baby is that you?” You ask, pulling your hair down and placing the clip on the counter.

“I’m in the upstairs bedroom” Carlos Spanish accent sounds throughout the house and you rush upstairs excited to see him after so long.

As you enter the bedroom, you halt the minute you see him sat on the bed dildo in hand. Your eyes go from the draw to the collection now on the bed and up to Carlos who has a straight look on his face.

“I-“ you start but don’t even know what to say here.

“Can explain? Mmmm I’m sure you can, you dirty dirty girl. Why didn’t you show me any of this” he asks looking at you intrigued.

“Well, it was just sort of for me” you explain getting a little nervous seeing all of your stuff out on the bed.

“Think we can maybe use it together?” He asks, and in his mind he was hoping and begging you’d say yes. He wanted to see you unravel so badly, and he wanted to see how you reacted to all these different toys.

“I” you start but he comes up to you, pulling you closer to him, kissing your lips and holding you by the hips.

“Please baby, needa see you” he says in that accent that you knew you couldn’t say no too. All you do is nod and he’s picking you up, and placing you gently on the bed.

“What do i use first?” He grins looking at the array of toys in the bed. He picks up a dildo and your praying he doesn’t use that first.

He then moves to a standard bullet vibrator. He holds it out inspecting it before helping you sit back, placing the edge of it to the jeans you were wearing causing a little whimper at the slight pressure.

“Why has my naughty naughty cabron got all of these little toys and not sharing them with me huh?” He says and you lurch forward as he pushes it more against your clothed core.

He starts to pull your jeans down your legs until they are fully off, your panties showing a wet spot of your arousal. He stuff the vibrator into your panties holding it against your clit, not pulling away even when your hands grab at his wrists.

He loved playing with the different speeds and vibrations on it, testing them to see which one got the best reaction form you. It was like his very own treat, being able to find out these new things about you and what you enjoyed.

He shifts through the objects until he finds your silicone dildo, a nice flexible purple one that you used often and was a size that you really enjoyed. It was actually very similar to what you knew Carlos size was.

“Mmmmm I think I’ll get you one of these but moulded to my dick so you can have me wherever and whenever I’m not here to give my girl what she needs. Because this is what all of this is about right? It’s for when I’m not here?” He grins looking at the more stuff on the bed and all you can do is nod as he ups the setting once again on the vibrator it being close to the highest straight setting.

“Fuck Carlos” you moan clenching your legs together as those vibrations hit. He keeps is there making you moan out in a pornographic sort of way. He takes this moment to slide the dildo in. Thrusting it in and out how he would if it was him and his hips driving in and out of you.

“Oh, fuck fuck baby” you cry out looking over him holding one of his hands the one that’s still and holding the vibrator on your clit.

I’m seconds you’re squirting which is something you haven’t done before. By yourself or with Carlos present but who knew when you combine your two sexual worlds you’d have one for he most transcendent nights ever.

“Oh fuck, did you just squirt mi amor?” He asks with a happy grin, excited with this new found outcome of pleasure he can entice from you.

“Carlos” you moan. He chucks the used dildo to the side and pulls his own sweatpants down, his hard cock slapping up against his stomach before he takes your own panties off chucking them on the floor with the rest of the clothes.

He positions himself above you before pushing himself in and leaning into you when he feels your wet walls clamp down around him.

“Oh fuck you’re so beautiful. Oh my god” he moans out as he can feel the vibrator that’s moving against your clit still as he pumps in and out of you. The sensation of the vibrations was like nothing he’d ever felt before and he was like a wild man. His hips snapping in and out of you.

His free hand was holding him up but he wanted nothing more than too grab your tits and play with them because he loved nothing more than you’re tits they were actually probably his favourite thing about you.

“Oh that’s it baby, hold this for me” he says grabbing your hand and making you hold the vibrator in between the two of you. His hands make a grab for your tits and he squeezes a groan coming from him as he feels you clench around him.

“Baby” you moan out before you release that tension for the second time that night.

He cums in you feeling the tightness of you build in him and the vibrator pressed onto a high yet setting.

“Fuck baby, we’re using them all the time” he groans flopping next to you on the bed careful to miss all the toys.

“Sorry I kept it from you. I don’t like to hide things from you but … I was embarrassed” you say blushing.

“Never be embarrassed of that”

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[edenspoem]

why is it always about ellie pleasuring us and never about us pleasuring her??? like I wanna edge then and then overstimulate her till she cries 👉👈

right?? like.. ugh especially with a vibrator !! mdni. mama petname used. sub!ellie. bratty behaviour. blah kind of a lazier drabble focused more on dialogue im just practicing for pccb (pretty cunt central, baby: a fic) 1.5k+ wc.

⤹ edging ellie with a vibrator ⋆ . ☣

Hung like a vignette upon her lain body, Ellie was vulnerable. Accelerated in the pump of her blood. Cold of her sweat, beading clammy condensation on her cheeks, a single bang strews itself across that muggy biome of skin— somehow looking darker as it soaks up her wet frustration. The bedspread, however, drank up a lethal amount of her crying sweat. A dull radiograph beneath her, turning lilac hue of her blanket—mauve, marking her body with a vignette of her own.

Ellie on her back, thighs broadened on each side of you, and you fully kneeling with cold toes wedged into the chub of your ass, is your position. Skimpy end of her pubic bush tickled your belly button whenever she scoots closer, eagerly trying to rub her greedy pussy on you— fuck, you cherish those little antsy movements.

"Fuckin'— unhhh— nuhnonono babe, baby.. fuck, c'mon!" her words drove on a groan, snapping into an upset whine when a certain toy was drifted from her beaming cherry clit.

Fun. Fun is what you gain from this, and it fed you with hormones to perceive it in that light. Your thumb planes plumb on a flat button, the surrounding indentation kissing your print as you let it sit softly, no vibrations to numb it.

Ellie chases your detach with her hips bucking and legs arisen, sticking out her cunt for that damn toys' bulbous head, "Mama— please, fuck.." the whine leavens, straining in her clench of stress.

She is so fucking handsome, cute— alurring with that glassy daisy nose. Buttony and speckled like a daisys lemony pistil, but glossy as a pearl washed upon a rocky cove, orb of luster on the tip to prove it. Fairest terra of her skin, has gone scarlet against the pale sand of her cupids bow, which she rolls inward to her bottom lip in even more neglect of her edging. Too fucking cute.

"Yeah, you fucking like that?" you flipped the toy on and jabbed it into her clit, provoking her hips to jerk in regret and her legs to clamp in on you— to which you dug your free hand into the plush hind of her thigh, stretching the web of your thumb and pointer, and craning that shit 'till her knee nearly kissed the mattress. Sprawled like a bitch in heat.

"Fuck fuck fuck! N— ohhh my guuh, haah—" Els bolted her eyelids to a creasing shut, scrunching up to her nose as you sunk that vibrator head in vertical drags, watching her pretty pussy lips swallow the ridge of it, "uhhhnn t'can't, cuuhh— uh!" blabbered she.

Your blabbering mess. Jolting up her pussy for you, the bulge of its aroused state really catching your eyes.

"Can't what, baby?" you coo belittleingly.

A nubby mass pushes your nude hips into her butt, thereafter you realize her heel was nudging you close, because she longs for your closeness, to be near when she cums.

Strias of breath warble from her throat, panting in dainty breaks, "Huhh— ha, uhh babe, m'wanna cum for you, cum with my pussy all over y—you, y—yeah.." her tune turns squeaky, enticing you with that weak coo, only to grow pouty and sassy, "stop be— uhhn, being a dick.."

A brow arches in amusement, "What was that?" you curl in feigned curiosity, lifting the whirring bulb with a webbing of her slick gluing from the verge of her hole to the plastic tip.

"Fuck—" a dramatic pulling of pants rise again, chest aswell, vocal chords calming, "you're just getting me back for teasing you, hmm?"

"Yes.." you spur from lying, sounding proud.

Rose buds of her lips curl in as she chugs air, gazing so doey—eyed at you through lashes sodden in faint tears. Those fucking brows curved in at the base of her nose, making her look so— dizzied, like she was about to pass.

She hikes up onto her elbows, pressing her hot buttcheeks harsh into your thighs until they splat. Ellie just knew, by the twist of your words and the crescent carving below your nose, you enjoy this. "God, you.." a sigh leaves her, cheeks inflating, "you fucking like this."

You frill, "Mhm."

"Fuck you."

Faking offense, you dusk your lids to a slit, glaring, "Scuse me?" stern with a smile, you winch a hand behind you— wrapping around another toys girth, "wanna talk t'me like that?" you press the vibrator back to her clit, swerving your other hand 'round and dipping the spade of a purple dildo into her hole— fast, stretching her lips open and bottoming 'till the small silicone balls squished her perineum.

"Shit!" yelped she, sudden lunge of her large mitt now grappling the hand on her thigh and burrowing bowed nail marks deep in your wrist, second hand clawing the cotton sleeve of her pillow.

You smack the balls hard on her wet skin, draining every bit of precum from her filthy gaping pussy— which landslides in between her ass. Drawing strings and strings from her cervix, the squelch arouses your ears, flushing them in heat.

"Yeah?" you silken a muse at her choked and elongated moans, dazzling the front of your knuckles in slick with your speed, "slutty fucking pussy, lookit' her— clenching that cock in."

It hadn't even washed over you that she was already cumming, bubbly sounds of her piped squirt swelling into your ears— thenn the little spurts come and the pooling of white cream licking up the pumping veins spatters your belly, riling you the fuck up. You didn't let up, nuh—uh, not when her raised brows, banshee—wailing mouth and ghastly eyes made you feel hot inside your own cunt, striving for overstimulation.

"Ohhh my god— huhhnn.." Ellie groaned, tatted arm flexing it's veins and yielding pigment from her fingertips.

You slipped the dick out like butter— her labia kissing closed, and slap it down on her swollen folds, noise coiling, getting her to jerk and push out more slicky finish, "There you go— good girl, cummin' for mama?" you steady the vibrator, letting it torture her convulsing clit for an.. untold range of time, whatever floats your boat.

"Uh'huh.."

Nimble as ever, you glissade the dick up her torso, crushing her slobber webbed lips with the pussy—reeked tip, "Mhm, that's right, open up babe.." asking of her with a satiny softness taking over that cold voice.

Spit drools down her chin as she caves her gob over, pupils colliding as she crosses her eyes in, "Ghh— uhhhahnn.."

"Don't talk.." you enlist a ruder tug on her clit with the vibe, forcing all that sweet syrupy cum down that throat of hers in droplets off the dick, "suck that fucking cock.."

Obeying, she rumples the plump coral skin around the thickness and drags them over the texture, pulling them out slightly. Cream white began to build at her pie—hole, cherry pie lips, a la her scarfing gags spitting everything that wanted to travel down. Little 'guh, guh, guhhs' bounced off her larynx, a fucking angel soprano to your ears.

However, she just couldn't stop thrashing. Past her point of please, were her non—verbal pleads of relief. Relief from that whirring device, rolling her butt deeper into the mattress now opposing the chase.

Ellie's quivering right arm fleets up and grabs your wrist, shanking the hell—sworn cock out of her mouth with spit connecting, messy girl, "Nonono, fhck— too much t'much 'tmuhh— ahh~" she gabbles, locking her butt up and humping up into the air void of intention.

Too much.

Too much..

Not enough.

"You know this baby," a bastion of even more pride instills your craving cunt, winding your knees smushed into the bed and crawling over her, body casting dark in your vignette, chastising "Ellie doesn't get a break 'till I cum too, 'kay?" you whisk the toy away, just for a second.

The bitter burn of tears piggyback over her bottom lids, squeezed out like orange juice and glossing like her wet and mucky slit did, both squinting at your actions. A snotty sniffle flows into her woozed words, "C—can I at least tou—uhh, touch you.. babe?" red puffy eyes gazing into yours with such want, skipping momentarily to search for any expressive sign of a reply.

"Sure baby, sit up— but don't close those fucking legs." you accept her ask, watching that ruffly—haired girl scoot up with such excitement.

Ellie sits vanward still, slouching with widely spread legs and a timid hand reaching for your cunt, the contrary paw dropping and fondling the cushion of your butt cause she just couldn't help the urge, tucking her head in the warm hearth of your neck— latching a bite so she may distract herself from what you're about to do.

You take her hand and invite it in, feeling her fingertips divide and tease your folds and her teeth nipping tiny spots of flesh into her dried chuckling mouth like a goat grazing, giving you the green light to creep the toy on her bloated bud, once more.

"I fucking love playing with you."

[dandysworldhcs]

Suffering through school stuff right now... ough.... Could we have some wholesome headcanons? Doesn't need to be about any particular character but It would be so awesome to see at least one Goob / Craft siblings one hehehe

Also just to add a headcanon to the massive pile on this blog, Filipino Poppy, because of a stupid yt short I watched, hehe

we all need some wholesome headcanons in these trying times

-looey makes squeaky toy sounds when excited or frazzled and everyone thinks its adorable. some other toons have started imitating him subconsciously and now when theyre all excited or startled you hear over half of the toons make a squeak sound.its so sillycore

-flutter is very cuddly, physical affection is one of her biggest love languages

-pebble and coal both have service dog training. they can detect abnormal blood pressure, panic attacks, seizures, you name it. dandy, bobette and the handlers are aware of this and know how to recognize the alerts. the rock dogs are very proud of each other and look up to each other a lot :-]

-coal is actually bobette's service dog !! she has fainting spells sometimes and coal helps alert her before they happen so she doesnt fall and injure herself

-scraps and goob have their own secret nonverbal/sign language in the event that one of them has a verbal shutdown [ive talked about this in a previous hc dump i think]. they sometimes use the language when they wanna tell each other a secret, or just for the funny

-adults are welcome to play and interact with the toons as well !! sometimes people who didnt have great childhoods come to gardenview and ask to play with some of the toons and they arent shamed or questioned for it. gardenview is a safe space <:]

-teagan is secretly a huge dork that kicks her feet thinking about her friends.there is so much love in her heart

-connie helps grieving kids by saying stuff like "hey.i talked to your loved one in the spirit realm and they said that theyre very proud of you :-) and they told me to give you a hug on their behalf". parents and adults think that the handlers asked connie to do this but the handlers have no idea that she does this. she does it out of kindness

these are a lot,,sorry if these arent really wholesome and i misunderstood,,

[hummingbird24220]

I don't know if you've seen the movie "Gremlin's," but how would the Strawhats think about a reader who has a pet mogwai named Gizmo?

(And of course, there are the rules, no feeding it around midnight, no sunlight, and no water. If no, it's a little bit difficult because they're on a ship?)

I googled the plot of Gremlins cause they creep me out - dont like the look of their furby asses. I did what i could, theyre basically cats on crack but with thumbs in my brain... so :)

Hope you enjoy!

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Trouble Aboard

One Piece x Reader - Reader has a pet Mogwai.

The waves lapped lazily at the hull of the Thousand Sunny, sunshine warming the deck as the Straw Hat Pirates basked in a rare moment of peace. Somewhere between one wild adventure and the next, the crew had agreed to a calm day at sea. That peace, however, was always temporary—especially now that you were aboard.

And especially with him.

You sat cross-legged on the grassy lawn of the Sunny’s deck, a small fuzzy creature perched on your shoulder like a sentient plush toy. His huge brown eyes scanned the crew warily as his bat-like ears twitched in every direction.

“His name’s Gizmo,” you explained as everyone crowded around to get a look. “He’s a Mogwai.”

Chopper’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “He’s… alive?! What species is that?! I’ve never seen anything like him before! Is he a new breed of mink?!”

You shook your head with a laugh. “Nope. He’s not from anywhere you’ve heard of. But he’s adorable and very smart. There’s just… some rules.”

“Rules?” Sanji asked, lighting a cigarette and raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, holding up three fingers. “Rule one: No sunlight. Ever. It’s deadly to him.”

Nami grimaced. “Yikes. Good thing we’ve got lots of shade onboard.”

“Rule two,” you continued, holding up another finger. “Don’t get him wet. No baths, no splashes, no rain, nothing. And absolutely no seawater.”

Luffy tilted his head. “What happens if he does get wet?”

You hesitated. “Let’s just say… it’s not good.”

Zoro crossed his arms. “You mean he goes feral or something?”

You coughed. “Worse. He… multiplies.”

“WHAT?!” Usopp and Chopper shrieked in unison.

Brook leaned forward, bones rattling. “Yohohoho! That sounds horrifying! But also kind of fun?”

“And last,” you said, voice serious now, “never feed him after midnight. I mean it.”

Robin looked intrigued, fingers steepled. “And what happens if you do?”

You looked down at Gizmo, who whined softly, ears drooping as if even he didn’t like to think about it. “You… really don’t want to know.”

There was a beat of silence before Luffy broke it with a wide grin. “He’s so fluffy!! Can I hold him?!”

“No!” you and Gizmo said at the same time—Gizmo’s voice high-pitched and squeaky. Everyone jumped.

“He talks?!” Franky shouted, jaw dropping.

You chuckled, standing up as Gizmo scrambled to your arm and peeked over your shoulder. “A little. Just be careful. He’s sweet, but those rules aren’t just guidelines. They’re the difference between peace and chaos.”

Somewhere behind you, ominous thunder rumbled on the horizon.

You had only turned your back for two minutes.

TWO. MINUTES.

You were in the galley, helping Sanji prep dinner while Gizmo napped peacefully in your hammock—cozy, safe, shaded. Everything was fine. Until Usopp and Luffy decided everything wasn’t interesting enough.

“Just one drop,” Usopp whispered, crouched in front of your room with a suspiciously full water canteen. “Just a tiny one. We’ll see if the multiplying thing is even real.”

Luffy leaned in with stars in his eyes. “If he makes more of him, then we’ll have so many fluff balls!! We can start a Gizmo army! Maybe they can cook! Or fight!”

“Or clean the ship!” Usopp added, nodding enthusiastically. “Imagine if they help swab the deck—Zoro might actually stop complaining.”

Zoro, walking by, paused. “I heard that.”

They froze. Zoro glanced inside your room, saw the fuzzy ball of fluff snoring softly in your hammock, shrugged, and kept walking.

“Anyway…” Luffy grinned and uncapped the bottle.

You’ll never know whether it was a drop or a full splash. All you know is that moments later, you heard squealing. Not the good kind. The multiple kind.

You sprinted to your room with Chopper yelling, “WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE THERE’S A WHOLE ZOO IN THERE?!”

Sanji burst in beside you—knife in hand, apron flying—and gasped as five brand new Mogwai bounced around your room like gremlins on espresso. They were laughing, squeaking, throwing clothes, swinging from the ceiling beams.

Gizmo sat frozen in your hammock, paws over his face.

“USOPP!” you roared.

Usopp was already trying to dodge the tiny creatures, two of which had latched onto his legs.

“I DIDN’T KNOW IT WOULD BE THIS BAD—WHY DO THEY HAVE TEETH?!”

One of them bit into a lamp cord and promptly electrocuted itself, only to laugh hysterically and do it again.

“I told you no water!!” you yelled, grabbing a towel and snatching up the wriggling Mogwai. “This is how it starts!!”

Nami and Robin arrived just in time to see one of the new Mogwai zip past on a makeshift skateboard made from one of Sanji’s serving trays.

Robin raised a brow. “They multiply like this?”

Nami looked utterly done. “We’re going to die.”

Just then, the sky outside rumbled again, and a fat raindrop hit the window. Your eyes widened.

“Oh no.”

Before anyone could react, the door burst open and Luffy, dripping wet from curiosity-induced exploration, yelled, “Guys! It’s raining!”

And three of the new Mogwai squealed in delight—rushing straight into the hallway and skidding toward the open hatch.

You grabbed Gizmo protectively. He trembled, looking up at you with big eyes.

“I know, buddy. This is bad.”

Outside, the skies darkened further.

You turned to the crew, heart sinking. “We need to find them. Now. If we don’t round them up before midnight…”

“What happens?” Chopper asked.

You didn’t answer. You just looked at the clock.

It was 11:43 PM.

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11:48 PM.

The Thousand Sunny was no longer a ship—it was a war zone.

Gizmo clung to your hoodie with wide, terrified eyes as you sprinted down the hallway, dodging sparks, smoke, and a rogue mop swinging from the ceiling.

“Luffy, grab that one!” you shouted, pointing at a Mogwai that had managed to duct-tape forks to its paws and was now skating down the deck like a deranged cutlery ninja.

“I’m trying!” Luffy shouted, arm stretching out—only for the little monster to leap onto his head and give him a wedgie with his own vest.

Usopp came running by, covered in flour, with two Mogwai clinging to his legs like gremlin leg-warmers. “THEY GOT INTO THE KITCHEN! ONE OF THEM’S GOT A MEAT CLEAVER!”

From somewhere in the distance, Brook screamed, “ONE JUST SET MY AFRO ON FIRE!!”

Gizmo whimpered against your neck. “No...no…”

You spun on your heel and grabbed Chopper by the shoulders. “We have to catch them before midnight. They’re already hyper. If they eat…”

“I know!” Chopper squeaked. “But they’re fast, and one just cannonballed into Franky’s cola storage!!”

Your eyes went wide. “Wait. WHAT?!”

11:52 PM.

Franky stomped into the main hall, singed, smoking, and furious. “THOSE LITTLE FREAKS EMPTIED THREE COLA TANKS. THEY’RE BOUNCING OFF WALLS LIKE PINBALLS!!”

“I told you!!” you groaned, hugging Gizmo tightly. “This is why the rules exist! If even one of them eats after midnight—”

“Too late!!” Nami shrieked from the galley.

You bolted toward her voice with Luffy, Chopper, and Robin on your heels. The kitchen looked like it had been raided by tiny raccoons with flamethrowers. Cupboards wide open. Flour, eggs, and spices everywhere. Bite marks on almost every container. One gremlin had made a crown from spaghetti and was riding a soup pot like a sled.

Zoro stood at the edge, sword drawn, looking dazed. “I swear, I just blinked, and they made a cake.”

Then—

BONG.

The ship’s clock struck 12:00 AM.

Gizmo screeched and buried his face in your hoodie. You froze as the Mogwai—those who had eaten—stopped, mid-mischief. Their giggles turned guttural. Their eyes flashed red.

The change began.

Fur dropped away in clumps. Skin turned green and scaly. Spines jutted out. Ears stretched long and sharp. And their grins—oh God—their grins widened, full of jagged teeth and malicious glee.

“Oh,” Usopp said faintly from behind a tipped-over barrel. “Oh no.”

Luffy’s jaw dropped. “THEY’RE EVOLVING?!”

You turned, heart pounding, as one of the newly formed gremlins—now nearly your height and grinning like a demon on vacation—grabbed a frying pan and saluted you before chucking it across the room.

Franky caught it. Barely.

“That’s it,” he growled. “We’re going full lockdown. Robin—trap 'em. Usopp—net launchers. Sanji—bait them with meatballs. We’re catching these little creeps NOW.”

You placed Gizmo in a padded bag on your chest and zipped it just enough for him to peek out. He shivered, whispering, “Bad... very bad…”

You looked at the chaos forming around you. The gremlins had already set up shop in the lounge, playing poker, roasting stolen marshmallows over an open candle, and arguing in their hideous little voices. One of them had painted Zoro’s wanted poster with devil horns.

Yeah. This was going to be a long night.

12:07 AM.

The Thousand Sunny creaked under the weight of pure, unfiltered gremlin energy.

One was DJing in the lounge using two Den Den Mushi and a turntable made from plates. Another had found Chopper’s medical stash and was wearing gauze like a mummy, chasing Luffy with a thermometer like it was a sword.

And someone—no one wanted to admit who—had apparently taught one of them how to use a slingshot.

“USOPP!” Nami roared, ducking as a flaming dumpling whizzed past her head.

“I DIDN’T TEACH THEM THAT, I SWEAR!” Usopp yelped, crawling under the sofa with a butterfly net. “They’re NATURALLY violent!”

You and Robin were crouched near the hallway entrance, watching the gremlins through a cracked-open door. Gizmo peeked out from your jacket pouch, shivering.

“They’re not just destructive,” Robin murmured, her eyes scanning the chaos. “They’re strategic. Look. That one’s building something out of forks and duct tape. And that one… is using… is that my book as a trampoline?”

You pressed your palms to your face. “We need to trap them. If they get into the engine room—”

“—we’re dead,” Franky finished, sliding into place next to you with a heavy-duty net cannon strapped to his shoulder. “We ready to exterminate some goblin garbage?”

Chopper popped his head in. “I made bait! It’s meatballs… laced with sleeping herbs!”

Sanji raised an impressed eyebrow. “Okay, doctor.”

“Alright, team,” you said, channeling the inner captain Luffy definitely didn’t have right now—he was too busy trying to arm-wrestle a gremlin with three arms. “Here’s the plan.”

OPERATION: GREMLIN SWEEP Objective: Capture and contain every gremlin on the ship before someone sets off a cannon.

Step 1: Bait 'n Trap Sanji slid the sleeping-herb meatballs onto a tray and walked into the lounge like it was a fancy five-star restaurant. “Dinner is served, gentlemen.”

The gremlins stopped. Eyed him. Salivated.

Ten seconds later, four of them were passed out in a pile, snoring loudly and twitching.

Robin smiled. “That’s four.”

Step 2: Net 'Em Up Usopp and Franky burst in from the ceiling hatch.

“NET BARRAGE!!”

WHOMP. WHOMP. THWACK.

Three gremlins struggled as they were scooped into reinforced nets, hissing and screeching. One tried to bite through the ropes—until Franky shocked it gently with a mini-cola taser.

“That’s SEVEN,” Chopper counted.

Step 3: Corner the Leader

Zoro appeared in the hallway, bleeding from a suspicious claw mark but otherwise unfazed. “There’s one left. The smart one. He’s in the aquarium room. Rigged the door with soap bombs.”

“…Soap bombs?” you echoed.

“It exploded in my face,” Zoro growled. “Smelled like strawberries.”

Robin summoned giant arms to pull open the door just enough for you, Luffy, and Gizmo to slip through. Inside, the last gremlin—clearly the ringleader—was perched on top of the goldfish tank wearing Usopp’s goggles and a crown made of bottle caps.

He hissed at you, then flipped a switch.

Lights flickered. A fan began to spin ominously. And he pointed at you like a final boss.

“...Okay,” you said, handing Gizmo to Luffy. “I got this.”

Five minutes later.

You emerged from the aquarium room soaked, victorious, and slightly electrocuted, dragging the unconscious gremlin behind you.

“He threw eels at me,” you said to no one in particular. “And soap bombs. But I got him.”

The Straw Hats stood in awe as you plopped the final gremlin into a reinforced crate, bolted shut with sea prism locks (courtesy of Franky).

Gizmo let out a soft, proud chirp. “Yay…”

You sat down, exhausted. “Never. Again.”

Luffy flopped beside you, covered in claw marks. “Can we keep one?”

“NO!” the entire crew shouted in unison.

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It took all night to clean the ship.

Nami counted three destroyed chairs, two broken lamps, one VERY traumatized Den Den Mushi, and a strange new mural painted inside the fridge that said “LONG LIVE THE KING” in mustard. Franky was already planning upgrades to gremlin-proof the Sunny, while Robin casually read a book titled “Mysterious Creatures of Myth and Madness” with mild interest, flipping through to a bookmarked page: Mogwai.

The captured gremlins were locked inside a reinforced containment unit that Sanji and Chopper wheeled ashore when you finally docked on a quiet, remote island where a researcher friend of Robin’s waited with wide eyes and a very thick notebook.

“This is them?” he whispered, adjusting his cracked glasses. “They’re… real?”

You handed him the containment crate with a grim nod. “Trust me. Follow the rules. Don’t get them wet. Don’t let them near food after midnight. And—”

“Sunlight is fatal. Got it.” He looked serious. “I’ll keep them safe. And the world too, hopefully.”

You nodded, but your heart wasn’t heavy because of the gremlins. It was because of the tiny, wide-eyed Mogwai clinging to your chest, paws curled into your jacket like he knew.

Gizmo blinked up at you. “You go?”

Your breath hitched.

The crew waited a few feet back, letting you have the moment. Even Luffy, for once, stayed quiet.

You knelt in the grass and gently unzipped the pouch, lifting Gizmo out with both hands. He was warm, soft, and trembling a little.

“I think… this is where you belong,” you whispered, eyes stinging. “With others like you. Somewhere safe. Not on a ship full of chaos and crazy pirates.”

“Luffy is chaos,” Gizmo muttered, sniffling. You laughed tearfully.

“Yeah. But he grows on you.”

Gizmo reached up with his tiny paws and pressed them gently to your cheeks, like he was memorizing your face. He made a soft cooing sound—his version of a goodbye.

“I love you, Giz,” you murmured. “Be good, okay? Be safe.”

He nodded solemnly, then scurried up your arm for one last hug, burying his face in your neck.

You stood, slowly placing him into the researcher’s padded satchel. He whimpered once but didn’t try to climb out. Brave little guy.

As the boat pulled away, Gizmo peeked through the mesh window, his paws pressed to the fabric. You waved, tears sliding down your cheeks.

And faintly, faintly, you heard him say—

“Bye-bye…”

Later that night, the ship was quiet again. Peaceful.

You sat on the deck under the stars, legs swinging off the side, a soft breeze in your hair.

Luffy plopped down beside you, chewing on a rice ball. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Just… miss him.”

“He’ll be okay,” Luffy said, simply and honestly. “He’s strong. Like you.”

You smiled, leaning into the breeze, a little lighter than before.

And somewhere in the distance—on a quiet island lit by moonlight—a Mogwai named Gizmo curled up in a warm nest, paws tucked under his chin.

Dreaming of you.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Expert

I left a little idea hanging in this fic which really needed some investigation. And the muse finally returned on my commute yesterday so, while this isn’t my most well thought through or deviously plotted fic, the idea entertained me so I hope you’ll enjoy it too :) Wee Tracy fluff!

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“Scooooo-ooooott!!!!!”

“Scottyyyyyy?!!”

Don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic.

“You win, little man! You’re so clever! Can you come out now?”

A little bead of sweat tickled its way past Jeff’s eyebrow and he swiped at it impatiently. It was important to keep the panic out of his voice so he kept up the singsong tone:

“Where aaaare you, Bluejaaaay?”

He was missing something.

“Please come out now? Daddy needs a cuddle!”

He’d checked all the usual places. Twice.

“Do you want a snack, Scotty?”

Surely that would…?

“Snack time!!”

Nothing.

What was he missing?

Jeff Tracy was 3 months into being a stay at home Dad while Lucy was off being incredible at the university.

And while the first few days had been inevitably shaky, until this morning he’d been pretty confident he was nailing it.

Sure, he had to confess (and did so with a great deal of admiration most every evening) that he couldn’t work out how Lucy had been doing all this AND working remotely while he’d been up on Alfie. She’d just smile contentedly as he nuzzled her neck and reminded her she was a goddess walking on earth. Usually she would have denied this vehemently, but sharing a house with a child whose sleep-in-his-own-bed record was 30 mins 47 seconds meant neither was willing to waste a single moment on pointless humility…

Anyway, she clearly had Powers he did not.

For a standard issue human, however, he was doing ok. He’d read the toddler-wrangling manual cover to cover. His son, apparently, had not, but there were one or two tips that seemed to hold fairly true. Most of the time. But he was beginning to think he could write one himself, because while Dr Whatsherface might be an expert on the average toddler, Jeff Tracy was an expert on his own rather unique version.

Rule number one - never blink. The kid moves faster than sound.

Rule number two - Accessorise.

Jeff had taken to wearing combat pants with multiple pockets and thus perpetually had snacks, wet wipes and toy planes on standby. He had a tennis ball to hand at all times… turned out that what worked for a puppy sometimes worked for a two-year old too.

The squeaky chew toys were their little secret.

Yes, the key to his success was in the gadgets. The baby swing he’d fixed into the door frame had been a great way to enable the little whirlwind to let off steam while remaining in one place. The delighted squeals of “‘Cotty fwwwyyyy!!!” really brought a tear to the eye. The height and speed his child managed to achieve using the thing brought a slightly anxious twitch to the eye also, but it was all fine. He just needed to be close by enough to intervene…

He solved Going Out with a gadget too. Scott wasn’t really a pushchair kind of a guy but wasn’t yet able to appreciate that tugging his little hand out of his Dada’s and sprinting out into the traffic wasn’t ok. After a few days of hanging limp from it, 12 kilos of dead weight, in protest, Scott had eventually taken to the cunning harness-leash device which meant their little trips into town were less of an adrenaline rush. Marginally.

At some point Jeff was definitely going to get punched for barging his way through a crowd by some irate person who didn’t appreciate he was attached to a tiny rocket on a string.

But the main thing was he wasn’t getting lost. Or flattened.

Yep, Jeff was nailing this parenting thing.

Tying the kid down while he made a hasty trip to the bathroom had seemed a step too far, however. Scott had been enclosed in his supposedly escape-proof playpen, temporarily absorbed in nyoooming a plushie space ship from one duplo planet to another.

Jeff had been three minutes, tops. Barely 180 seconds.

Where could he go in 180 seconds??

He cursed himself for the rookie error of under-estimating his first-born and stood at the kitchen door, running through a mental checklist of all the places in which he had located his feral offspring to date.

Cupboards. Check.

Curtains. Check.

Top of bookcase, window sills, under the beds. Check check check.

On top of the big wardrobe in the master bedroom? One of spider-baby’s favourites that one. Check.

He’d looked there three times actually, nearly got himself wedged the third time as he clambered up and reached all the way to the back just in case his eyes were deceiving him and a cherubic blue-eyed menace was hiding in the shadows.

A face-full of cobwebs: No Scotty.

“Daddy’s getting pretty lonely out here, I wish you’d come and play with me!!”

The house wasn’t that big. Where on earth…?

The windows were still locked shut.

The front door was still shut. With the chain in place… even tiny Houdini couldn’t have put that back on behind him.

The back door was locked, key still on the hook.

So he couldn’t be outside.

So… no need to panic. Unless he was stuck or hurt somewhere and Jeff wasn’t with him!!

“SCOOOOOOOTTYYYYY?”

It had got to the stage where Jeff was doing ridiculous things like looking behind lamp stands and under cushions that were far too small to hide a human toddler, particularly one that moved so constantly he even vibrated in his sleep.

But there wasn’t anywhere left!!!

… or was there?

In desperation, Jeff pulled down the telescopic ladder and stuck his head into the attic-space, in case somehow his child had suddenly developed both the ability to fly and to pass through solid objects during those three unforgivable minutes of inattention.

Obviously Scott wasn’t there.

This was wasting time.

He retraced his steps to the kitchen, calling as he went.

“Scotty I really need you to come out now please? Daddy’s getting worried!”

The cupboard under the sink? It was big enough… The child-proof door closures should have made it impossible but this was Scott Tracy: Tiny master of impossible feats. Jeff really hoped he was wrong because if he’d got in there… where the cleaning things were kept…

“Scotty!”

He sped up and began to reach down as he covered the last few metres… then gasped as his foot slid from under him and he skated, flailing wildly, across the linoleum.

“Sco-aaaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!!!”

Jeff’s graceless ice dance was halted abruptly as he slammed head first into the fridge and crumpled to the floor.

Jars rattled.

Jeff’s teeth rattled.

The fridge said “Dada?”

Jeff’s ears said “riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing”.

The floor was sticky. Feeling a little hazy Jeff lifted a hand and sniffed it cautiously… cinnamon? What?

Wait.

Blinking the stars from his eyes Jeff, dragged himself to his feet and hauled the door open to find his son tucked neatly on to a high shelf, curled around a pie dish.

Jeff’s jaw dropped.

He snapped it closed it again and bit his lip lest any inappropriate words escape.

“Dada! ‘Cotty duck in fidge. Oh no!”

The tiny child lifted his apple sauce covered hands and looked at them as if suddenly realising they were attached to his arms. Bright blue eyes gazed down at him with an expression of extreme innocence:

“Oh no! ‘Cotty all messy! Ooopsiiiieee!”

A chunk of apple fell from his little eyebrow and Jeff nearly burst a blood vessel trying to keep a straight face. Don’t reward the unwelcome behaviour with a reaction, the book had said. If he laughed now, Scott would only do similar again. And he needed to impress upon him that it wasn’t ok to hide away like this.

Or consume the majority of a family sized dessert by himself.

His lip twitched.

Jeff would have put serious money on the supposed expert never having anticipated this scenario.

Clearly realising his father had no follow-up questions to his comprehensive situational update, Scott plunged his hand back into the dish and shoved a fistful of pie crust into his mouth.

Jeff covered his face and screamed silently into his palms. Then realised he had given himself a matching set of apple pie eyebrows.

Piebrows.

He snorted.

Scott snorted like a pig in response and burst into giggles, spraying pastry crumbs into Jeff’s hair.

Expert schmexpert.

Jeff laughed loud and Jeff laughed long. Scott giggled and clapped his sticky hands together then reached for Jeff with one of them, the other clutching the edge of the pie dish possessively.

“I think you’ve had enough pie, Bluejay, don’t you?” Jeff prised the little fingers free and realised his son’s skin was incredibly cold.

“Bloody hell, kiddo you’re freezing! Come ‘ere …” he plucked the small icicle from the shelf and hugged him close. “We’d best get you in a warm bath. What are you, Elsa?”

“Leddid gooooo!!! Leddid gooooooooo!!!” The little lad closed his eyes and waved a sticky fist in the air as he sang.

“Yes, son, let it go.”

Scott hid his last handful of pie behind his back and shook his head vigorously.

“No Dada!! ‘Cotty’s abble bie. Buddy ell, Dada! Oh no!”

Jeff swallowed hard. “Oh no” indeed.

Maybe he’d put a pin in the book idea, just for a little while.

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[littlebkg]

REGRESSUARY DAY 1!!!

prompt is

Bathing/Washing

comfort, bathtime, crying

agere dabble: little momo + caregiver jirou

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the white empty tub fills with cool water, jirou tries her best to warm it up fast. but everything feels so cold, and momo feels herself blanking as she stares at the pale tiles against the tub. jirou touches momo’s shoulder, a comforting sudden warmth. their eyes meet.

“you okay?…” her voice soft, and her face with a small concerned frown.

momo melted immediately, a broken “yeah” cracking out of her.

“oh baby..” she cradles her body, and momo couldn’t help but sob. sob into her shoulder, clung onto her, wet fat tears rolled down her cheeks. a hand into her dark silk hair, running her hands though it.

“do you wanna talk about it, baby?…”

she sniffles in return. maybe later, after the tears are all out of her.

“bad day?..”

“mhm..” she mumbled, and jirou cooed back with a pout.

“my poor baby…” softly singing into momo’s ear. “i’m right here, mama is right here with you.” she wraps her arms around her, rocking her slightly as the warm water flowed the tub. the running water merged with the silence and soft humming.

“ill take you a nice bath, get you some bubbles and toys and you can play for however long you want. you’ll be so squeaky clean.” she murmurs against momo’s hair.

“then.. afterwards we can lay in bed and watch whatever you want, if you wanna talk about it then we can, but if not we can talk about it another day. how does that sound?” jirou rubbed her finger tips against momo’s back.

she nodded, “y yeah... i’d really like that… thank you..”

jirou sighs with a soft smile, relieved in calming her down, wiping her tears away with her earplugs. “it’s no problem, baby.. there’s no need to thank me.”

momo smiles weakly, somehow jirou always seemed to understand and comfort her. she made her feel real and cared for.

“m mommy..” she mumbled, in which jirou perked up.

momo always kind of found it hard to use pet names, it felt awkward or not right, and when she started regressing she loved being called baby and jirou calling herself her mama— but momo outright calling jirou any variation of mother was rare.

“yes, love?…” jirou mutters back, turning off the water to see the filled bubbly tub, placing small toys inside. which bubbles and foams at the surface.

“can you join me in the tub?…”

fin.

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note: ignore how this is dayssss late it’s been a tough birth month

[adalwolfgang]

Can you write about Sinclair brothers and Rusty nail's S/O is an artist but S/O's sketch book all only draw about them.

Thank you and I really really love your any creation or other thing else!! Really thank you and hope you have a wonderful day like you!!💜

Slashers coming across s/o's sketchbook

A/n: Thank you Nina, I love you too!! And again, Im so sorry for taking so long on your reqeust!

Warnings: Jonesy is the queen bee. Bite me. Not proofread.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)

Beaugard (Bo) Sinclair

Bo didn't mean to stumble upon your many drawings.

He was up at the house, trying to tidy up a little (shocker I know) and happened to knock over a stack of books. One of them being your sketchbook. He kneels down, picking up the books but pauses once reaching for yours. After a few seconds of glancing around the room, he grabs it and starts skimming over the many pages.

As he flipped through its pages, he was taken aback by what he saw. Each page was filled with intricate and lifelike drawings of only him. His heart swelled with a mixture of surprise, and a touch of vulnerability. He had never imagined that anyone apart from his brother could make something so beautiful.

Bo's fingers gently traced the lines of his own face in awe, realizing just how deeply you had been observing him. His mind began to race before quickly being interrupted by the sound of the front door being opened. He smirked to himself, keeping his back turned from the door as he kept flipping the pages.

Jonesy came trotting into the room with the wag of her tail, tongue carelessly hanging out. You weren't far behind as she walked up to Bo, giving his leg a short sniff before carrying on toward the basement.

"What'cha doin'?" you quirked a brow as you quickly caught on to him seeming to be hyper focused on whatever it was he was reading. When he turned his body, your book coming into view, your pupils dilate at the realization and embarrassment.

"Ya've really captured my good looks darlin! I never took ya for an' arti-" before he could finish his next sentence, you ran up and tackled his ass to the ground in desperation to get the book back and out of his eyesight. This caused him to laugh as he kept holding the book farther away from the both of you on the ground. After a couple minutes of teasing, he hands your book back, adding one last cherry on top.

"I also seen that ya've been studyin' anatomy~" He immediately got an elbow to the ribs in response.

Lester Sinclair

Had to take a double take.

He was digging under his trucks seat, looking for a toy Jonesy had dropped. He grabs ahold of something, thinking it's the squeaky toy, he yanks his arm out only to raise a brow in confusion when seeing it's only a book. The kind of book people use to draw with. He looks over to Jonesy who was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting patiently for her toy to be returned to her.

"I'll git yer toy in a second, alrigh'? Let me jus' look at this real quick," he sits down in the truck, carefully opening the book. His eyes growing wide when he spots your initials signed into the first page. He looks up at the front door to the house, seeing as the coast was clear, he looks back down at the book, peeling back another page. The first page was just little doodles of Him, Jonesy, and you. He flips another page, this time met with much more detailed sketches. Them being of only him. His eyes stayed glue to the pages as he skims each page with great precision.

"What'cha reading?"

He jumps in his seat when you pop up beside his truck window. The book again falling to the floor. He clears his throat, trying to calm his breathing.

"Erm...Would'ja believe me if I said nothin'?"

You quirked a brow before leaning inside the window and looking at the book on the floor of the truck. A look of embarrassment washes over your face.

"You were looking at my drawings...Weren't you?"

After that, he apologizes profusely, ending with you quickly forgiving him but taking the book back inside with you, deciding it best to keep it somewhere else and not in his truck anymore. As he watched you walk but up the steps into the house, his thoughts were interrupted again. This time by Jonesy barking at him. He turns around to see her still pawing at the seat, wanting her toy.

"Oh shoot! Sorry girl!" he quickly goes back to the task he was doing before, reaching under the seat for the dog toy.

Vincent Sinclair

His face gets so hot from the discovery, he almost thought his body heat melted his mask.

You both were in the basement. He was at his desk, working on another mask mold he had recently got from Bo. You were sat on his bed with Jonesy laying her head on your lap asleep. Currently you were drawing another sketch of Vincent, this time sitting at his desk working on the mask mold. After a few hours, you were almost finished with your drawing. Jonesy had already woken up a few minutes' prior. You were putting on the finally details when she trotted back into the basement, carrying her dog bowl in her mouth. She placed it Infront of the bed, nuzzling it with her snout closer before sitting down and looking up at you. You stare between her and your almost completed sketch before letting out a small chuckle. You set down your book on the bed, picking up the bowl and walking toward the stairs.

"Ima go feed Jonesy, be right back Vinny"

He let out a Mmhh in acknowledgement. When you leave with the dog, he continues working. That doesn't last long though when his focus goes to the open book on his bed. He looks over to the stairs then back to the book. He sits there for a moment before deciding to stand up and walk over to the bed. He pulls the book toward him, looking over the page you were recently drawing on. He's beyond surprised. The talent and detail is admiring to say the least.

By the time you return to the basement with Jonesy, he had already seen every single drawing you had in that book. He had already gone back to his wax mold, trying to keep his focus on something else besides all the thoughts and images in his head from his discovery. His face was almost as warm as the boiler that was a few feet away. You didn't seem to notice though as you went back to your spot on the bed and get right back to sketching.

He ratted himself out later on.

Rusty Nail

Flattered and impressed as hell.

After not getting to see each other for what seemed like a month but was only a week, Rusty finally pulled up to yall's shared home. The only thing on his mind was finally getting to sleep in his own bed with his only and favorite person. Upon walking through the door, he was immediately tackled by your affections.

"Welcome home old man!"

He lets of a rumble of laughter, giving your head a quick peck while wrapping his arms around you to also return the affection.

"Someone missed me eh?"

As you both go to your shared room, Rusty plops down onto his side of the bed as you walked over to your side, grabbing a book off the nightstand.

"I know you're probably exhausted but I want to show you something since I don't have the patience anymore."

You walk back over to his side, taking a seat beside him as you open up the book for him to see. Inside it was sketches you've drawing over the past week of his absence. Even though he was tired, his eyes grew a little surprised as he skimmed over the drawings. It was like looking in a mirror. He traced his hand over some of them, a soft smile spreading gracing his lips.

"These look beautiful sweetheart" he looks up at you with a smile before leaning forward a pressing another kiss to your cheek.

Now every time he leaves for a long drive, he takes a drawing with him and keeps it on his person at all times.

[opiopal]

actor!mc where they one time got this role to a show mc barely knew but it unexpectedly blew up and mc became the " the side character thats more popular than the main" and now they get to talk with actors they idolise and get to walk on the red carpet :D

Omg this is so cute!!

I can imagine them just always internally screaming every time they’re LITERALLY EATING LUNCH NEXT TO THEIR FAVORITE ACTORS/ACTRESSES!!! but they keep their cool, they have to! They don’t want to come off as weird,

I can also totally imagine Levi being SUPER hyped, he defo sends them SO many compilation videos of the character they play that was made by fans, a few times they notice the compilations have a clip or two that they didn’t know was caught on camera, like them spilling something on themselves or tripping. it’s just a tiny bit embarrassing, but they get over it because they can’t stop giggling over the fact that the fandom put squeaky toy sounds over them whenever they do something,(they got bbg-ified and the only thing they can do is giggle😔)

also, getting to walk down the rest carpet?? Dude I can just imagine them smiling so hard, baffled and excited that they get to be there! The brothers+other charas definitely buy tickets to go see them, mams probably snaps a few pictures pretending to be paparazzi to get closer(who knows he might actually sell the pics like paparazzi) and mc just entertains him and strikes a few poses, also I can’t NOT imagine Luci just having a proud mom/dad(idk which to call him the man gave BIRTH) moment, corny mf frames one of the pictures of them on the red carpet in the HOL. I could also imagine that if whatever they acted in was a live action of a book, s8n would definitely give them suggestions for what they could act like/do for their character to be more true to the book, he also internally freaks out whenever something from the book is perfectly reenacted. &Asmo may or may not cringe sometimes at the costume choices made for mc, so he chimes in with things that they could suggest to be changed! i just know that beel is often questioning what kind of food they’re eating behind set and what it’s like and asking if they could just please please please sneak him one of those super big muffins- speaking of which, I know his other half would probably tease mc sometimes for it, but it’s never really serious ofc, he thinks they do a fantastic job! But he can’t let them know that before he tells them that they looked like a chicken in that one scene where their character got scared,

[block-tales-headcanons]

i cant stop rotating the emotions/embodiments/whatever in my head its been mmonths they are not leaving.....so it is yapping time

what i feel like their general temperature would be if you touched them: fear would feel a little cold like an autumn breeze level, hatred would feel pretty warm like a fireplace/campfire idk, solitude would feel lukewarm, and idk about greed maybe like room temperature he doesnt deserve a specific one /j

they are all genderless but lean towards differnt gender presentations, solitude is feminine presenting, greed is masculine presenting, and fear and hatred do whatever they dont gaf

all of them use any pronouns because they wouldnt really care but greed prefers he/it/tix, solitude prefers she/it/hymn, fear prefers they/it/he, and hatred prefers it/they [yes they all prefer it/its pronouns they canonically use those after all] [i just found out about hy/hymn pronouns it looks really cool]

hatred is made of a substance that may or may not be blood but touching it doesnt stain you [only the corruption projectiles do] also they get staticy if theyre aggravated/in battle [plus its "fur" gets more spiky]

it can also travel between only the dream world and nirvana [they hang out with cruel king and bubonic plant sometimes in there]

greed looves messing around with the other embodiments but likes annoying hatred the most

solitude is the voice of reason of the 4 except she doesnt gaf about convincng people to do the right thing thats fears thing

fear is the nicest and is also a terrible liar. also is nearsighted despite having no eyes and plays piano

greeds favorite food is cheesecake! mostly because of t he block tales rp blogs here LOL and also because i like cheesecake too i want some now [actualy its second favorite food would be cheezburgers]

hatred has cat features [whiskers + their horns are kind of like cat ears] and has a forked tongue [specifically like a snake] also they naturally? have whiskers but they can hide it also also htey have kind of big claws

solitude smells like rain Aka petrichor

do not let greed within a kilometer of a kitchen it WILL always somehow burn it down and ransack the place before it all gets burned. also he can probably burn water

greeds hands either come out of its body or the ground [hands used for attacks almost always come from the ground and ones he spawns come from its body if a few are needed]

i think if you shook greed violently he would drop a few tix and lots of coins

greed likes being bitten [freeeaakkk /j]

he makes a squeaky toy sound involuntarily and hes kind of embarrassed about it

also greed would be kind of squishy you could like squeeze them like a stress ball

when hatred has the shrimp posture greed likes to greedy smack hatreds back for fun [and comically run away from hatred trying to beat it up for that]

hatred behaves like a cat eg their tail movements or positions or whatever are like a cats. sometimes sniffs things when theyre alone and can purr but youll never make it out alive if you hear it purring

hatred plays video games with bubonic plant in nirvana [they just 1v1 each other]

BLOCK TALES TOMORROW!!!!

- 🌫️ anon

kitty hatrwf

[stirthewaters]

Too Sharp to Touch pt.7

Word Count: 4.2k (I gotcha covered besties)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of guns, vomit, violence

Summary: After a long week of back and forth between you and Wednesday you have to go into the woods in search of your hidden textbooks.

Pairings: Wednesday x Reader

Too Sharp to Touch Masterlist

When you sat down at the dining hall for breakfast the first thing that happened before you even got to take a bite of your cereal was that what appeared to be a freshly-sharpened dagger was thrown with deadly accuracy straight at your shoulder. 

Of course, you were able to dodge it; you were a werewolf - you basically had spidey senses thanks to your heightened hearing and sense of awareness but you still practically jumped out of your seat as you did so, your eyes landing on the hunk of metal now embedded in the wooden support behind you. When you glanced at the exit to the dining hall for the culprit you saw nobody there. Though you knew exactly who it was.

Your week had been a living hell. Wednesday knew. Of course she had found out. You knew your acting had been shit. And you had been an idiot to think you weren’t going to pay.

You had started out your lovely morning the day before, awaking to a hissing sound in your dorm room. It was subtle, and definitely not something you noticed at first. You had sat up in your tangle of blankets and looked around with groggy eyes, checking your watch and looking out your window to try and estimate the time, trying to figure out what had woken you in the first place. You’d slid out of your bed, and that’s when you heard a sickening rattling sound from right under the bedframe, knowing enough from your time in the woods exactly what it was. 

You had performed what you personally thought to be a ninja skill level dodge, twisting on your heel in that new move Wednesday had shown you during lessons the other day, jumping out of the way and over onto the other side of the creature, grabbing the rattlesnake firmly behind the head while it thrashed about, hissing furiously and snapping at air. You had planned on disposing of it outside in the woods where it belonged but when it almost bit one of your fingers off you simply cracked it in half with a huff. 

Rumor was the teachers were horrified to discover a dead snake in the trash cans.

You knew who it was the second you had seen the snake anyways. It wasn’t like you had left your window open and a rattlesnake so happened to somehow slither up a two story building to slip inside, half a mile away from where most snakes inhabited the woods. 

No, you knew better than to think that.

And sure, you knew that you deserved this but you were never one to pass by some competition. 

You had gone to YouTube on a search for some things, and after a painfully long day of watching multiple tutorials, with the help of a newly vengeful Thing (still mad over being falsely accused), you managed to not only replace Wednesday’s cello strings with guitar strings but you also managed to un-tune it, screwing the knobs not to the point of breaking, just enough to annoy the Addams. Thing had reported detail by detail that night his dramatic recollection of Wednesday’s annoyance and slight confusion when she picked up her bow to play the cello and was met with the realization that not only was her instrument untuned but somehow replaced with the wrong kind of strings.

You knew it was suicidal but you loved it. 

After classes that same day you had headed back to your dorm to finish up a paper for tomorrow but when you sat down at your desk to start working, upon pulling open your drawer for your school supplies, not a single piece of paper or notebook was to be found. And instead, all that you saw were dog toys. The drawer was packed top to bottom with squeaky toys, tennis balls, and rawhide bones. You had been in surprise for a moment and honestly you thought it was a little funny, not really that offended. You’d been able to get rid of most of the toys, (you gave them to a thrifter in Jericho later on), but you did end up keeping one of them for yourself, though you didn’t tell anyone about it.

Your retaliation in response to the dog toy stunt was to put creamer in her coffee when you were sitting beside Wednesday at the study group, waiting giddily for the raven’s return from the shelves of the library. The goth had returned a few minutes later and sat down beside you at the desk, returning to her work. You had to wait a couple minutes before you saw her glance at her coffee to take a sip, and the look of disgust from the now sweet taste of what once was such a bitter coffee was quite enjoyable to you. Maybe you were a bit of a sadist, but you still had to pinch your inner thigh to keep yourself from giggling at the sight of the raven’s glare slowly shifting over to you. The rest of the group, if they’d noticed, would surely be confused but both you and the Addams knew exactly what was going on.

It honestly wasn’t too bad of a week now that you thought about it. Sure, you had to be on alert constantly but that was what your relationship with Wednesday typically consisted of. Just with a slight bit more murderous intent. Which, honestly, you didn’t mind. It felt good to be enjoying yourself, even if what you did consider ‘revenge’ was a little watered down compared to what Wednesday did. The only real time you had been in serious danger was yesterday.

You had been in botany class, doodling on your notes as you half-listened to the teacher, when you’d spotted a granola bar left discarded in the section under your desk, much to your relief. You hadn’t eaten much that day so it was a pretty damn lucky coincidence. You were completely unaware when Wednesday watched you eat the granola bar, eyes trained on your every move.

You’d been awake all night that night throwing up. Although the goth didn’t actually make an appearance that night you knew that Wednesday had tampered with the sealed granola bar you’d eaten, although when Thing arrived in your dorm with a bottle of water for you and some lame excuse that ‘it was his idea’, you had felt a little bit better. You had sent the hand back with a couple spare inks you had laying around as a thank you. That night overall had been somewhat of a trainwreck though. Only Wednesday Addams of all people could somehow tamper with a sealed granola bar. It was still puzzling to you how in the hell she’d managed to do that.

Not many students knew about the ongoing ‘war’, so you called it. It was a loose term and you didn’t take it very seriously. Enid and Thing knew, of course, and they just stepped back and let you two do whatever it was you were doing. As for the others…well…it was also funny to see their reactions. For example, when you were playing the game Mousetrap with Ajax, Bianca, and Divina in the quad the other weekend. It was your turn, and you’d accidentally set off the trap. Much to the others surprise the traps that’d been set up throughout the game were rigged, and when you turned the crank a small blade shot out from one of the plastic pieces, taking out a small chunk of flesh from your finger. It wasn’t deep but it still stung like a bitch and you had to go bandage your hand before you even considered playing the game again. A small compensation, though, was the look of horror and shock on the others’ face when the whole ordeal had occurred. Oddly enough that night you’d found a small tube of some sort of mystery cream on your bed, which, when smeared on your wound instantly took the pain away. You had no clue what was in it or where it’d come from.

So, today, you had to go and find where in the hell the vengeful Addams had put your school stuff. Although you had gotten all of those dog toys out of you way after a quick search of your dorm your textbooks were nowhere to be found, which, admittedly was a problem. Sure, you didn’t like to do schoolwork but it wasn’t like you didn’t need to do it. You were already late on a couple assignments so if you didn’t get your ass in gear you were going to be in trouble. You’d already looked in all the places you’d thought of but had come up dry, and you had no clues or context as to where they could be so you gave up and decided to just go to Wednesday and ask.

You knew that since it was early morning the Addams was awake. You had time before class to talk. Especially since you had just had a dagger practically thrown at your face. Well…your shoulder. Odd, considering you knew that a dagger in the shoulder definitely wouldn’t be a fatal wound. 

After yanking said dagger from the plank of wood it was embedded in, you carefully held it so you wouldn’t accidentally stab yourself as you walked quickly out of the dining hall, cereal left behind and uneaten. The hallways weren’t as crowded as usual due to the early morning so it wasn’t hard for you to manuever through them, headed for where you knew Wednesday was. The Addams always sat every morning in the quad with a cup of bitter coffee, either writing in one of her notebooks or reading. And when you entered the almost gray area when you eyes fell upon the familiar spot, there she was. 

The raven was seated stiffly on one of the benches by the wall, a book in hand and a cup of coffee at her side, still steaming and clearly fresh. She hadn’t been here long. And the second you stepped into the quad you didn’t miss her glance over in your direction. You had to stop yourself from starting to long as you shook your head and approached the goth, your eyes narrowed, huffing with frustration as you halted directly in front of her. Frustratingly enough, she didn’t make eye contact with you, purposefully ignoring you as she slowly and delicately turned a page in her book.

“Tell me where they are.”

“What a warm welcome,” Wednesday quipped with a raise of her eyebrow as her dark eyes never strayed from the pages. “It’s quite early for you to be awake. I expected worse of you.”

“Cut the shit and tell me where my books are, Addams.” You tapped your foot impatiently, silently debating whether or not to push her book away. “I don’t have all day.”

“Oh really?” Wednesday turned another page, perfectly manicured black nails lingering for a painfully long amount of time. “I assumed that you had an interest in playing games, Y/N. And though you might be somewhat adequate at playing your trivial…amusements on others, I, on the contrary, can assure you that you are inferior when it comes to being the subject of my dissatisfaction.” A hint of a smirk passed over her deadpan expression as she tilted her head slightly to finally look up at you. “Besides, I assumed you would appreciate my…tokens of appreciation towards your stunt.”

A small huff of annoyance passed your lips as you frowned slightly at the raven. “Look, we’ve been going back and forth all week and I just need my stuff back. Would it make you feel better if I said that I forfeit?” 

Another page turned slowly, making your fists clench as Wednesday responded, “it was inevitable that you would accept defeat. Your blows were remarkably inferior.” She paused to take a sip of her coffee before her eyes once more met yours. “Seeing of your abilities I assume that you should be able to track out your possessions; I might recommend searching the north-western quadrant of the woods.”

Your eyes widened in frustration and annoyance. “That’ll take me half the day to search, how much ground to you expect me to even cover in the period of time that I have to work with?”

“Your senses are more than satisfactory for uncovering your works. If you use what you have of a brain then you should be fine.” The raven gave a slight roll of her eyes, returning back to her book, muttering. “Just don’t do anything foolish.”

“Yeah, yeah, glad to know you care so much.” You were poking at her now but you weren’t really paying attention when the Addams shot you the deadliest of glares, jaw tightening with frustration before returning to her book. You exited the quad, swerving down the hall. How in the hell were you going to do this alone? You had a lot of area to cover and only so much time before class started. Huffing, you picked up the pace as you powered through the halls. Your ears picked up a familiar scuttling sound from somewhere behind you, followed by a small tugging of your pants leg, making you turn and see none other than Thing.

“What do you want, Thing? I don’t have much time.” You paused your walking so the appendage could tap rapidly without having to move at the same time. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll deliver your lotions tonight, okay? I can’t right now but I promise I will.” An idea sparked in your mind before you started to walk again and you slowly glanced down at Thing. “You want another nail filer, right?” A couple of taps easily affirmed your question as you brightened. “Perfect. Then help me find where the hell Wednesday hid my books in the woods, and you’ve got a deal.” Thing paused for a moment before rapidly tapping again. “You weren’t with her when she hid them…” you slightly deflated before shaking your head and continuing. “Doesn’t matter. Two heads are better than…” you trailed off before trying again, “two hands? Two hands are better? Wait…” you counted your own hands for a moment, feeling extremely dumb for a second. “Three- three hands are better than one.” You were met with a couple smug taps and you bristled. “Shut up and help me look.”

The hand grabbed hold of one of the straps of your backpack to pull himself atop it, and you took that as a sign to continue, weaving through the halls until you hopped off the back steps and onto the lawn. The early morning sun was just starting to tip over the trees that still somehow bore leaves, though the grass was scattered with said foliage, crunching underfoot as you made your way across the lawn, shivering slightly as you silently wished the sun would just hurry the hell up.

The protection of the woods dimmed the light further, despite the lack of protection from the trees, what little light there was quickly darkening as the cover of the forest encapsulated you. It wasn’t as peaceful as usual. The woods had an almost eerie vibe, one that you couldn’t place but one that you could sense. That little patch of fur on the back of your neck? Standing on end, like your spidey senses. You caught yourself looking around on multiple occasions, having to shake off the wariness as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Wednesday had said it was in the north western part of the woods. Perfect. You were already there. But how would you be able to track down textbooks? What kind of scent trail would that even be? Sure, you’d maybe spilled a tad of soda on a page or two but surely that wasn’t anything strong enough to track down. You let your bag down so that Thing could emerge and the hand was instantly scuttling off into the woods, searching one section so you could continue yours. 

No, you were not going to get on all fours like an animal and sniff. The mere idea sent a shudder of repulsion and disdain down your spine, as you simply crouched down on the balls of your feet, closing your eyes as you tried to focus on what you were honing out. All that you could scent at the moment was pine, fir, durt, and the regular must odor of the forest, overlayed with old scent trails of animals that’d passed by long before. Underneath it was a scent you couldn’t quite place. It was almost a sulfuric scent; it was definitely faint and you had to really focus to even get a good whiff, but it was there. 

You started half walking half jogging around to try and get some sort of scent trail, rolling your eyes as you silently regretted your action of stealing the Addams’ typewriter. How in the world did she even expect you to-

A faint hint of vanilla.

You caught the scent abruptly when you passed a particularly large clump of undergrowth, stopping in your tracks as you slowly backed up to confirm what you’d just detected. Sure enough there was the scent of vanilla - a good strong whiff of it. Easily scentable. You crouched down again, not caring for once about dirtying your pants as you tore aside a couple clumps of pine needles and dirt, revealing a cardboard box, slightly bigger than a shoebox. Upon opening said box your books were revealed, and you let out a sigh of relief. As you pulled the box from the undergrowth you realized that the box had been lightly doused in vanilla extract, explaining the source of the trail.

Tucking your box safely under your arm, you started to pull your backpack back over your shoulder, dusting dirt and forest debris from your uniform when you suddenly heard the sound of multiple birds taking flight. Your head snapping upward you saw briefly through the thick trees a good number of said birds startled into the air, flying away with what to you sounded like a loud flapping of wings and an alarm call.

A faint scuttling broke through your thoughts as out shot Thing from the undergrowth, clearly scuttling as fast as he could as the hand dashed over to you, trying to sign through his scampers toward you. 

“Thing, what’s wrong?” You glanced at the appendage, worry thick in your tone, trying to understand what he was trying to say, but before you could try and make sense of anything a sudden sound broke through the woods, causing you to jump.

A gunshot.

The sound cracking through the still early morning forest air was enough to make your stomach curl as the fur on the back of your neck instantly stood up, your fingers gripping your backpack strap so tight that your knuckles began to whiten as your eyes widened. Thing leapt atop your bag, signing rapidly, but you were in too much of a daze to even process anything he was saying, practically frozen on the spot like a deer in the headlights as you tried to work through the current fog that was your mind at the moment.

You couldn’t hear anymore gunshots, thank god, but now dread hung thick in the forest air, tension strung tightly from branch to branch as if it was something palpable you could touch. A thick stench of sulfur returned to your nose and you recoiled, taking a step backward that broke you from your daze, instantly reminded of the sulfuric scent you’d smelled earlier. You were backing up now, Thing clutching tightly to your bag as you turned and ran.

You knew there was nothing, nobody behind you but you were beginning to hear things, imagining the rapid footsteps and the crunch of dry leaves underfoot other than your own as you strained for every ounce of speed your body possessed. You were in flight mode. 

Lungs aching and mind focused only on getting out of the forest, you burst from the cover of the forest, racing across the lawn as Thing held on for dear life just so that he wouldn’t fall off. You weren’t paying much attention as your feet got tangled up, and you took a tumble to the ground, skidding a couple feet in the grass as you felt the dry autumn terrain tear at your clothes, most definitely skinning a knee in the process. Thing went flying, landing a couple feet away from you as you stilled on the ground, taking in short breaths.

Your breathing was hurting. God, it hurt to breathe but every second you didn’t it felt like your lungs were going to shrivel and die. Struggling, you huffed in short, cut off breaths as you tried to register everything at once and calm yourself down.

Your body stilled when you heard the dreaded crunch of dry leaves underfoot growing closer. Weren’t you just imagining things? You were supposed to be safe here, Nevermore was supposed to be safe.

“Y/N.”

You slowly dragged yourself to a sitting position, trying to force an expression of calm on your face despite the icy panic you were still experiencing as you slowly looked up to see Wednesday, dressed in uniform with her bag over her shoulder standing beside you, eyes examining you as if you were a scientific experiment. Were you? Was that was this whole… treasure hunt in the woods had been? 

“What happened?” The Addams tone was neutral but oh so barely softer. Her glare wasn’t as piercing as usual. She could tell. Like a shark smelling blood in the water, she could somehow tell how panicked you were? Was it the fact that that damn patch of fur you had was still sticking straight up and bristling like a hostile dog? Was it your struggling to take in breaths as you groaned at the new pain in your muscles from the fall you’d taken? It definitely wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been but it still stung.

You struggled to answer as your voice came out much softer than you intended, “I- it- there was-” you had to drag in a couple more breaths as the raven slowly knelt down beside you, cold knuckle coming under your chin to lift your face to meet yours, her eyebrows furrowing as she met your eyes. “I would suggest attempting to control your breathing and refraining from talking until you do so.”

Instead of responding with a witty remark you simply took her advice, trying to do a breathing exercise as you silently counted in your head, closing your eyes to help your focus as your chest began to rise and fall in a less erratic pattern. Slowly, you regained your focus and the panic seeped away, and you were able to speak regularly, though your voice had a slight shake to it. Damnit, you were supposed to be better than this. You didn’t want Wednesday’s pity.

“I found the books but when we were about to leave we heard a gunshot in the woods.” Wednesday’s hand was gone almost as soon as it had come; you hadn’t even noticed. The Addams raised an eyebrow. “We?”

“Thing and I. We were together,” you stood up painfully, rubbing your skinned knee as you retrieved your fallen items, gesturing to Thing who was on the ground still, dazed. You silently promised yourself to bring him an extra nail buffer for the appendage as an apology later that night, watching him slowly crawl over to the two of you. Wednesday straightened as her eyes flicked from Thing to the woods, clearly in deep focus as she remained silent for a moment. “Approximate the distance between where the gunshot originated and the academy.”

You thought for a second, math racing through your brain as you tried to make a connection. Damnit, you were sucky as hell at your math. After a moment you responded uncertainly. “I’d say two miles. The sound wasn’t as sharp as it could’ve been.” You were pacing now, mind racing as you recalled the sound itself. “I think it was a shotgun.”

“I see.” Wednesday’s eyes narrowed slightly and you noticed her jaw tighten slightly as she glanced at Thing again. “And what did you witness?” The appendage began tapping slowly at first, shaking off the daze of his own fall before his signs became more rapid in pace. The Addams sighed slightly as she folded her arms before muttering, “at least you made a wise decision in splitting up to cover ground.” She paused before turning to you, eyes glancing up to meet yours. “If I may offer a suggestion, I’d recommend that we bring this to Weems.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you felt a small flutter in your chest as you spoke, trying not to sound too hopeful. “You mean we’ll work together?” Wednesday gave a roll of her eyes, muttering something under her breath with gritted teeth before finally glaring at you again. “Yes, but only for the fact that half of this school are incompetent adolescents who would perform quite poorly compared to… you.” The Addams reluctantly admitted, her voice becoming strained at the end of her sentence. “Strictly a professional relationship shall be required. Understood?” She offered her perfectly manicured hand to yours, waiting for you to shake with a raise of an eyebrow. 

You didn’t hesitate one moment, grasping her cold, stiff hand in hers and shaking it.

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pt.8 here!

[quitealotofsodapop]

back at it again with Soft Boiled

[So he took the scarf. Wrapped it around himself when he felt cold. Maybe even used it to swaddle his new baby girl. Yuebei dragging it around the cave as her security blanket. It being carefully washed and repaired so many times that it's barely red any more.]

that is so cute!!

I love the idea him using it t swaddle Yuebei and then her using it as her baby/security blanket as she grew. I can imagine that she chews on it to stim like Macaque does.

Wukong would probably put a spell of some kind on the scarf to preserve Macaque's scent, but he probably had to be careful when doing it otherwise he ran the risk of also preserving the stench of blood and death.

[And once the reality sets in, Macaque is sobbing at the sight of Yuebei wearing her beloved scarf as he once did.]

I can easily picture him just going and giving Wukong one of the biggest hugs ever when he realizes what he did, and the actual reason why the scarf was gone when he came back.

[Once the woman calms down, she wraps Wukong into a near-crushing hug, thanking and begging him to never ever do something so stupid again.] + [Wukong makes sure to hug DBK when he sees him next, knowing that the Bull feels the same as his wife over the matter.]

as established in other AUs where Wukong is pregnant during the ritual, PIF ain't messing with that bs. she is eternally grateful for Wukong's aid, even more so knowing the risk he put himself at. but two things can be true at once, and she is equally as enraged by his carelessness.

I can just picture the 'waiting room', consisting of the pilgrims, DBK with a baby Red Son, Ne Zha, waiting for news. then Quanyin comes out to let them know that the check-up post Yuebei starting to cry went well and they'll both be alright. but before they can even say a single word, there's suddenly muffled, very loud, non-stop yelling coming from Wukong's room. and they all just, awkwardly sitting there, in the waiting room, patiently waiting for there turns to see Wukong and Yuebei as they can just hear PIF's near incoherent screaming faintly in the background.

Wukong makes a sound like squeaky toy and his eyes bulge out of his head from how hard she squeezes him in that hug. he's pretty sure something in his spine cracks.

DBK can claim all he wants to be stoic, but when it comes to his family? you can be damn sure that the moment he goes into to see Wukong he's holding back tears from how relieved he is that both Wukong and Yuebei are okay. Wukong tries to hug him as hard as PIF just did him in hopes of providing an adequate amount of comfort for his dage.

[at least she stops being afraid of ol' Uncle Bajie when she gets a little bigger.]

now I'm just picturing a little Yuebei, maybe around the beginning of a monkeys toddling age, seeing Bajie again and hiding behind Wukong's leg. more out of shyness/uncertainty at this point, but it's still a dagger to the heart.

[He's immortal, he's indestructable - but that means nothing to him if he can't protect his baby. He knows that mint and licorice, and anti-muscosal formulas help people with poor lungs, but the science back then wasn't 100% sure...] + [All he can really do is to have a fully-stocked pharmacy inside Water-Curtain Cave, and make sure Yuebei stays away from pollen-rich flowers.] + [Wukong cries with relief in the early 20th century when Ventolin, Antihistamines, and Epinephrine become common knowledge.]

Wukong has seen time and time again how little his own immortality means in the face of the mortality of others (esp if he loses Ao Lie at some point when Yuebei was young), it makes him fear for Yuebei's safety to an almost self-harmful degree, like giving himself headaches and stomach aches from worry about losing her.

he probably makes a habit of rather obsessively stocking up on and checking the stock levels of whatever he knows helps, or whatever he thinks might help as he puts that doctorate to good use. even if the king's knowledge is perhaps a little outdated, it def helps and makes a big difference in Yuebei's early life to have a dad who is trained in medicine.

Wukong watches carefully for changes in medicine for any sign of a better solution. Yuebei gets used to her baba coming home and asking her if they could try a new remedy he heard about. the first time he used Ventolin, Antihistamines, or Epinephrine was probably during a sever asthma attack, and Wukong def got very emotional when it actually works as well as it does. [Hard not to when the bodhisattva is so doting over the tiny girl. Yuebei finds a lot of her lessons and treatments boring, but at least for a long time she had Red to hang out with]

imagine if through sitting in on a few of Guanyin's lessons she accidentally/inadvertently begins to cultivate a bit of immortality/enlightenment like the bodhisattva's pet goldfish. that would be a bit of a surprise.

considering the (literal and figurative) fire-yness of both of their personalities, Red Son and Yuebei either got along like, well, a house on fire, or downright hated each other. always getting into squabbles, super competitive, elementary rivals kinda dynamic. Red Son, depending on how old he was when he started leaning into the holier-than-thou attitude, probably was at least a little insensitive if not outright mean about Yuebei's perceived "weakness". tho to be fair, it might also have come from a place of not wanting to get attached in the event Yuebei's health ever took a nosedive considering the time period and infant mortality rate, especially for already sickly children.

this does not stop Red Son from demanding any medical personal to bring her back alive and unharmed while crying himself in the event Yuebei had a sever medical episode while at Guanyin's.

[the Monkey King is hesistant to let anyone tend to his little girl for a long time.]

I can easily imagining that when she was a newborn he was very reluctant to let anyone to close or hold her. probably even had to fight with himself just to put her down at all! everywhere he went, she was in his arms. after all, how else would he know if something happened? she's so delicate, how could he trust anyone else to be gently enough? would they know what to do if she stopped breathing?

all around, it was just safer him to keep her close and handle it should the need arise.

his friends def all still do their best to make sure he's taking care of himself through this, even they can't really get him to open up entirely.

[She likes arcades but they get very loud for her at times. MK is quick to notice when the "Monkey Princess" (as he calls her) gets overstimulated, and suggests that they check out a quieter activity. Like a play.]

MK takes her to the arcade first, and for a while its great! the spend a lot of time playing on the machines, which Yuebei is surprisingly good at given she doesn't have much else to do but play games on FFM. they have a lot of fun, Yuebei's slightly sour mood quickly turning to one of genuine joyfulness, showing MK a side of her he hasn't really seen before. MK calls it a win!

until they try out the zero gravity dance floor.

it's fine, at least at first. but its very crowded, and Yuebei's used to crowds when it comes to other smaller monkeys, but not when almost everyone is bigger than her. all the bodies means it's very hot, too. it's very bright, with lots of strobe lights, and the music is cranked up high and almost everyone is yelling. she's used to heights thanks to her baba's cloud, but she's not used to having the little to no control of a zero gravity environment. that's not even mentioning the physical labor of the dancing.

MK notices her looking overwhelmed and pulls her out quick, but I wouldn't be surprised if they have to take a minute once outside or if Yuebei has a small asthma attack from it all. they go back to the noodle shop in hopes some good noodles will cheer them up from the less then stellar end to the bonding trip.

Tang's happy to see them, they just got some free tickets to a historical shadow play! Yuebei likes some forms of theater, that sounds like its far more speed. MK will have to bring her back to the city the day of the showing.

[the human girl now aching constantly from her body being forced to move like a puppet. The two jokingly compare how one briefly hosted Fire while the other Ice.]

Yuebei, knowing her baba's medical knowledge from first hand experience, reassures Bai He that she's in good hands once Macaque and Wukong start getting their shit together. Bai He probably looks up to Yuebei for being able to handle and somewhat safely expel a power like the Samadhi Fire while not even born yet, and for being fearless enough to take LBD's skull as a trophy. I see Bai He as being quiet and a little meek in contrast, so her and Yuebei probably balance each other out nicely, the ultimate sister duo.

def see Yuebei as being the embodiment of the "she asked for no pickle" meme when it comes to Bai he.

heaven quakes at what the two might the capable of if both truly angered.

[Amnesiac!Wukong, crying too: "I'm so happy to be able to hear that. I was so scared when you tried absorbing the Samadhi Fire...] + [Pigsy and Tang are so emotional over the amnesiac!father-daughter bonding, that they are completely off-guard when the older monkey rattles off some details about the Samadhi Fire that he neglected to let the others in on.]

oh no... this implies that Wukong, when he got amnesia-ed he was at least partially brought to a time seemingly in between the ritual and when Yuebei started crying post-natal. no wonder he initially panicked when he couldn't sense the egg in or around him, it was less about the egg and more so that he couldn't sense her at all. that would be terrifying, I can only imagine his relief when he first sees "her future projection", because its the only thing currently telling him he didn't lose her before even getting to meet her properly.

cute heartfelt moment completely undercut by the confusion of Wukong's terrible communication habits XD, complete record scratch moment, unfortunately he'd only said tiredly as both he and Yuebei were two seconds away from a power nap. Wukong was normal again after he woke up.

how evil would you call me if I said I think that the peice of the Samadhi Fire that Yuebei initially tried to consume was the same piece that ends up off shooting and hitting Ao Lie after she spits it back out at top speeds?

[Macaque, chuckling: "Well, that's progress from the nose busting."]

the whole thing about them coming to understanding was great, beautiful I must say and Wukong would be emotional over them bonding so I don't have much to add here, but little side tangent. how exactly does the shadow play incident fit into the current timeline given that its now supposedly a thing that Macaque goes out of his way to help Yuebei during a sever medical episode during new years? as stubborn as she is I feel like she'd be less inclined to bust his nose after that, but I love the shadow play thing so much and am really hoping it doesn't get "ret-conned".

[The only reason Azure gets as far as he does with the Memory Scroll is that Yuebei is either A: Not on FFM at the time, or B: Got Memory Scroll'd in the confusion.] + [Otherwise, she starts kicking and punching Azure the second she clocks who he is. MK and Mei are gonna have to drag her off of him.]

imagine if she did get scrolled at about the time that Wukong did. would they stay together or would they be separated? imagine Yuebei alone in the scroll looking through memories majorly made of her beloved baba's suffering. Yuebei's wouldn't be having a great time, I'd say.

if she got scrolled, I imagine she was let out with MK and the others, Wukong still left behind. she recognizes Azure almost immediately.

I feel like Wukong uses a lot of his won stories as cautionary tales for Yuebei growing up, especially ones from his early youth/brotherhood era. she knows Azure by name, and by his face, but not for the reasons he would have hoped. she knows him because he's the one her father warned her about when he said to keep wary of the intentions of those around her, to never lose sight of yourself and your own limits for the approval of another. which means, she also knows him as the one who hurt her baba. a lot.

Azure never stood a chance.

she goes for the throat, but MK and Mei pull her away as Azure tries to explain herself, the whole time she'd interrupting calling him a liar and demanding her baba back. MK agrees with her, but Azure still denies, leading to MK having his own freak out.

both MK and Yuebei scream when the scroll gets cut in half.

much to the horror of the MKrew, she lunges for Azure when he tries to flee, getting caught up in the brotherhood's teleportation. she escapes with Red Son from the Demon Bull castle, and goes with him to warn Heaven. despite many celestials having not ever seen her or possibly even known Wukong had a kid at all, the moment anyone lays eyes on her they just know, her anger towards the brotherhood rivaled only by her own father's post-Furnace rampage (bonus point if she unlocks lazer eyes at some point during the battle, Peng swears their entire back is singed). their too afraid to tell her she can't fight, but Ne Zha does try. when the MKrew show up and get Ne Zha out they manage to get her too, her and MK's combined had tagged teamed Azure, each taking one half of Wukong's scroll.

they scold her for her carelessness, but at the end of the day are just glad she came out of it all miraculously unscathed. she's forced to sit out the next big battle, tasked with keeping count of the mountain's monkey subjects and keeping them calm as a princess would in a crisis, effectively benching her to her own displeasure. but she's not so grumpy about it when Wukong relents and let's her join in on the pre-battle training montage.

Wukong and Macaque are torn between worry, rage, and pride when they inevitably hear. both are having war flashbacks to a younger Wukong. not matter how much the coo at her strength she is mega grounded. for til college.

Prev.

sorry if this took a bit. I get distracted easily.

[I love the idea him using it t swaddle Yuebei and then her using it as her baby/security blanket as she grew. I can imagine that she chews on it to stim like Macaque does.] + [I can easily picture him just going and giving Wukong one of the biggest hugs ever when he realizes what he did, and the actual reason why the scarf was gone when he came back.]

Macaque sees Yuebei with his old scarf and at first thinks "Huh. Weird. Eh. Maybe she just likes red." only to see her chew on it/stim with it like he did and is like "Whoops! So thats where it went!"

Macaque just rolls up purring to Wukong the next time they meet, gesturing to the scarf.

Wukong is a little embarrassed, but admits that "I wanted to keep something of yours for her. It was the only thing I had on hand when she was born so..." and that just leads to an even louder-purring shadow monkey.

And a Yuebei who tries phasing the scarf out of her outfit line-up out of disgust, but fails cus its' her fave item ever.

[as established in other AUs where Wukong is pregnant during the ritual, PIF ain't messing with that bs. she is eternally grateful for Wukong's aid, even more so knowing the risk he put himself at. but two things can be true at once, and she is equally as enraged by his carelessness.] + [they all just, awkwardly sitting there, in the waiting room, patiently waiting for there turns to see Wukong and Yuebei as they can just hear PIF's near incoherent screaming faintly in the background.]

There's Five Major elements in their world, and PIF's anger is the secret sixth one.

Wukong may have saved her baby from a terrible death from internal self-immolation and life-long chronic pain, but he is SO IN TROUBLE for putting himself and his unborn child on the line! PIF nor DBK would forgive themselves if Wukong and/or his baby had perished because of the ritual!

Meanwhile little Yuebei is fast asleep with her scarf-blanket covering her ears while all this is going down.

Also the imagery of PIF's rant being topped off with a hug strong enough to make Wukong squeak like a dog you is so adorable and hilarious. I love it <3 And Wukong doing the same to DBK, who's trying his best no to cry out of worry/relief.

[now I'm just picturing a little Yuebei, maybe around the beginning of a monkeys toddling age, seeing Bajie again and hiding behind Wukong's leg. more out of shyness/uncertainty at this point, but it's still a dagger to the heart.]

Aww, Bajie gets a little emotional when his littlest big brother's baby is scared of him. He's been trying not to be so scary since he's become a monk, but it looks like little kids still see a monster when they look at him. :(

One day though, little Yuebei comes running to "Uncle Piggy", scared of "monster!" chasing her (in reality a toad that startled her). The baby monkey clings to her uncle, clearly less afraid of him then what she saw.

Bajie puts on a big performance of "battling" the toad, brandishing his weapon and declaring the Monkey Princess under his protection. The toad hops away unimpressed. Bajie smiles when Yuebei looks up at him in wonder.

Bajie: "Don't worry Princess. Your Uncle Piggy is scarier than anything in this world. Nothing will ever hurt you when I'm around." Yuebei: (*shyly hugs her Uncle around the neck*) Bajie: (*trying not to cry from the sweetness*)

Bajie seriously considered asking his wife for kids after that interaction.

[Wukong watches carefully for changes in medicine for any sign of a better solution. Yuebei gets used to her baba coming home and asking her if they could try a new remedy he heard about. the first time he used Ventolin, Antihistamines, or Epinephrine was probably during a sever asthma attack, and Wukong def got very emotional when it actually works as well as it does.]

Wukong I feel also donates a fair amount of his wealth to medical research and development - cus while in case what's found can't help Yuebei, it can help others. At least a few hospitals throughout China were built by his generous (and anonymous) donations.

I can just imagine Yuebei overexerting herself one day and having a bad asthma attack. Wukong panics and tries an aerosol he learned might help and... Yuebei recovers in record time! Wukong is overjoyed!

Yuebei is excited too - the medicine is small and portable enough that she doesn't need her baba's pharmacy-sized supplies all the time to bounce back from an attack. And this new medicine can even stop them as they're happening! She def gets a lot more adventurous after Ventolin and whatnot are discovered - and Wukong is happy to let her explore (with supervision)!

[imagine if through sitting in on a few of Guanyin's lessons she accidentally/inadvertently begins to cultivate a bit of immortality/enlightenment like the bodhisattva's pet goldfish. that would be a bit of a surprise.]

Hah! Yuebei accidentally cultivates immortality/dao almost like her baba did when he became Subodhi's student!

Wukong wonders if his immortalities rub off onto his kids, and wonders seriously if Yuebei would like a semester with Subodhi to cultivate her dao.

But luckily dear Auntie Guanyin helps out with that part. A few centuries of meditating and learning from the bodhisattva helped Yuebei to gain exp in her own way.

[Red Son and Yuebei either got along like, well, a house on fire, or downright hated each other. always getting into squabbles, super competitive, elementary rivals kinda dynamic.]

Cousins behaviour XD

Red def started to get on Yuebei's nerves when his more pompous side started to develop. And Red didn't want the daughter of his dad's greatest enemy to get involved in his plan for world domination - so it was easier to Red to act a jerk and cut contact than dealing with the possibility of fighting his little cousin down the line.

[I can easily imagining that when she was a newborn he was very reluctant to let anyone to close or hold her. probably even had to fight with himself just to put her down at all!]

baby monkeys do be clinging to their mom almost 24/7, but after a while Wukong starts to wonder if he's wearing his baby by this point. He eventually gets so tired that the Stalwarts manage to guide him into his nest and set up Yuebei's own mini-nest next to him. He awoke only briefly panicked, as he immediately could hear and see his sleepy little moonlight beside him.

I feel like the first person to be allowed the privilege to hold the baby is Ao Lie, who's probably still recovering himself from the fire. He wanted to see the little princess up close, and Wukong feared that he may miss the chance if he hesistated.

Ao Lie adored Yuebei from the moment he met her. He never blamed her for what happened. She was worth it.

[Yuebei's slightly sour mood quickly turning to one of genuine joyfulness, showing MK a side of her he hasn't really seen before. MK calls it a win! until they try out the zero gravity dance floor.] + [MK notices her looking overwhelmed and pulls her out quick,]

MK is a good older-brother-figure. He really wants Yuebei to like him, and sometimes can't read the room that she doesn't want to. But even he can recognise someone who's overwhelmed.

Yuebei has a lot of fun with the game machines, and I can see her loving those racing games with the moving seats.

But the anti-gravity dancefloor was just a little too much.

I feel like MK brought Mei along with him too as "friend backup", and while she gets lost in the music, Mei is clued in that Yuebei isn't having fun anymore.

Emergency retreat!

Yuebei is frustrated and embarassed by her reaction, but MK and Mei assure her that they've experienced moments like that. Sometimes you get overstimulated and need to tap out, both mentally and physically. Yuebei feels only a little better at that...

Thanfully here comes dear Mr Tang, checking in on the kiddos on their day out (secretly a favor for a worried Wukong), in case they wanted to cap off the day with a snack or a slow-paceda activity.

And hey! Look at these free tickets to a traditional shadowplay he has! Maybe little Yuebeu might want to come see? :3 It'd be a lot more chilled out and slow paced than the arcades or night market.

[Tang's happy to see them, they just got some free tickets to a historical shadow play! Yuebei likes some forms of theater, that sounds like its far more speed. MK will have to bring her back to the city the day of the showing.] + [how exactly does the shadow play incident fit into the current timeline given that its now supposedly a thing that Macaque goes out of his way to help Yuebei during a sever medical episode during new years? as stubborn as she is I feel like she'd be less inclined to bust his nose after that, but I love the shadow play thing so much and am really hoping it doesn't get "ret-conned".]

Macaque still does the Shadow Play, mostly out of a need to "set the record straight" (in his mind) to Yuebei and MK about what happened between him and Wukong.

Yuebei calls BS once the story ends - pointing out that Macaque had abanonded her Baba at the mountain and left him all alone for centuries. Whether out of pride or cowardice, Macaque had been the one to cast "The Hero" into darkness.

The pair of monkeys gnash at eachother throughout the second half of the episode while MK is having a crisis over if people will come to abandon him if they don't like the Him that develops from his new responsibilities.

MK ultimately puts his foot down on Macaque's attempt at a "teaching moment" with the shadow play/lantern. All this tells him is that Macaque never got over Wukong after all that time, even after being the one to break things off.

Macaque is stunned enough that he wordlessly smashes the Lantern, releasing the captured gang, and is about to walk away into his own shadow when...

Yuebei: (*arm reaches in and grabs him*) "Oh no you don't! You are going to say sorry to MK and baba's friends for this! What sort of Warrior runs and hides at being proven wrong!?" Macaque: (*speechless as he sees the sparks of Wukong's righteousness in Yuebei's eyes. And the fact that the little girl is no-selling his shadow magic*) Macaque: "Ok... fine. But only because you asked me to."

A few awkward apologies are given out before Macaque is allowed leave.

MK realises something after the incident when the fam are all at Pigsy's eating dinner. Mei and Tang are relaying the gist of the shadowplay to Wukong (who's very much rolling his eyes at Macaque's choice of story).

MK: "Hey, why did you do that?" Yuebei: "Do what?" MK: "Make Macaque apologise to me. Why did you?" Yuebei, hiding face in scarf: "Cus he was being a jerk! He hid your family away to try and prove a point. A stupid point! He tried saying that you'd forgotten your friends when you were scared that they left you!" MK, proud smile: "Yeah, he did. But you showed him huh?" Yuebei, begruding: "Yeah, I did. And that look on his face when you said he never got over baba was funny too." MK and Yuebei: (*share a sibling-esque laugh and nudge eachother in the sides*)

Wukong smiles at seeing his student and daughter finally start to get along. Even if some of it was stoked by mutual annoyance at Macaque. XD

[def see Yuebei as being the embodiment of the "she asked for no pickle" meme when it comes to Bai he.]

The power of two little girls supporting each other makes Heaven and Hell quake with fear.

Bai He is certainly more of a "tea party and dolls"-kind of girl, while Yuebei is more athletic and tomboyish. They do humor their respective interests - Yuebei does like just being a little girl sometimes, and Bai He has found some yoga methods helpful for physio therapy. They know when the other likes to do something their own speed.

They're duo of fire and ice. Balanced and powerful!

[oh no... this implies that Wukong, when he got amnesia-ed he was at least partially brought to a time seemingly in between the ritual and when Yuebei started crying post-natal. no wonder he initially panicked when he couldn't sense the egg in or around him, it was less about the egg and more so that he couldn't sense her at all.]

Wukong is *panicking* when he can't feel or see his baby. I feel like he went into a minor medical coma after delivering Yuebei after the ritual, and he's convinced for a few solid hours that's the case.

He can't feel his baby, but he sees a "projection/time traveller" of her as a teenager. Thats stuff you see during a near-death experience.

Wukong is calm enough around his daughter's older form, but clearly wants to ask a million questions. He couldn't hear Yuebei crying before he passed out - so it's a major relief to him to see her alive in some form, even if he might not be soon.

He does manage to ask if she's in pain or hurting. Hosting a piece of the Samadhi fire like that has to hurt.

Yuebei lies a little and says she isn't, she's just a little sickly from being born early.

Amnesiac!Wukong sighes with relief, pulling her into another hug. He wants to know his baby's heartbeat before he wakes up from this.

[how evil would you call me if I said I think that the peice of the Samadhi Fire that Yuebei initially tried to consume was the same piece that ends up off shooting and hitting Ao Lie after she spits it back out at top speeds?]

Thats evil and I love it. It's canon now. >:3

that would be a huge regret Wukong would carry on hos own, refusing to let Yuebei know about it for her own mental well-being. Unless she happened to peak in at the memory of the ritual during Memory Scroll shenanigans? :3

[cute heartfelt moment completely undercut by the confusion of Wukong's terrible communication habits XD]

Yuebei just looks dumbfounded when Wukong mentions "the four Rings" offhandedly. She knew the lore, and that Uncle Ao Lie got hurt, but a secret Fourth ring?? Baba tf!?

As she silently panics, Wukong decides it's time for him to "wake up" and goes into another brief astral meditation that reboots him back to normal.

[imagine if she did get scrolled at about the time that Wukong did. would they stay together or would they be separated? imagine Yuebei alone in the scroll looking through memories majorly made of her beloved baba's suffering. Yuebei's wouldn't be having a great time, I'd say. if she got scrolled, I imagine she was let out with MK and the others, Wukong still left behind. she recognizes Azure almost immediately.] + [Azure never stood a chance.]

I feel like Yuebei in the Memory Scroll is herself when she was a lot younger/sicker, and had to stay on Fragrant Mountain for her health. Not much is required for her to go back to normal though, MK mentions "Cousin Red" being off the island and possibly in danger, and the sickly little girl is up like a firecracker ready to stab somebody!

After being released from the Scroll at Camel Ridge, Yuebei takes one look at Azure and declares: "Thats the bitch!" and rushes at him teeth bared.

In the chaos of both her and MK going for Azure's throat, Wukong's scroll is cut in half. Azure blames the kids as he does in canon.

[despite many celestials having not ever seen her or possibly even known Wukong had a kid at all, the moment anyone lays eyes on her they just know, her anger towards the brotherhood rivaled only by her own father's post-Furnace rampage]

Yuebei and her cousin Red flex their synconised fighting skills in Heaven. The celestials are having flashbacks to when Wukong and DBK used to storm and pacify Heaven in their wake.

Their very existances are likely secrets amonst the immortals, so the appearance of Sun Wukong's daughter, and the son of the Demon Bull King (+one of their princessess) coming to defend Heaven against assault?! It's nealry enough to make a grown solider faint.

[her and MK's combined had tagged teamed Azure, each taking one half of Wukong's scroll]

MONKEY KIDS TEAM UP!

About four seasons of trust-building leads to the biggest grift of their lives! Getting their mentor/dad back from the smelly lion! Yuebei manages to flex a little of shadow magic she learned from Macaque - making her shadow papa mega proud and the Brotherhood further convinced that she's a shadowpeach baby.

Yuebei and Macaque end up bonding a little when they travel through the Memory Scroll together with MK. Yuebei now truly sees how in-love her Baba and Macaque were, and why Wukong raised his baby to know his mate's songs and stories (something Macaque hadn't even known) and scent. Macaque also has the revelation that Wukong was geniunely hurting after their break-up, and vows to make it up to him once this is all resolved.

[they scold her for her carelessness, but at the end of the day are just glad she came out of it all miraculously unscathed. she's forced to sit out the next big battle, tasked with keeping count of the mountain's monkey subjects and keeping them calm as a princess would in a crisis, effectively benching her to her own displeasure. but she's not so grumpy about it when Wukong relents and let's her join in on the pre-battle training montage. Wukong and Macaque are torn between worry, rage, and pride when they inevitably hear. both are having war flashbacks to a younger Wukong. not matter how much the coo at her strength she is mega grounded. for til college.]

Baby girl gets to flex her fighiting and her governing abilities! Wukong appeals to Yuebei's jealousy of not being his fighting successor by pointing out something important about his job.

Wukong: "You may not be the one holding my Staff, moonlight. But our people need their future Queen. You are going to inherit our kingdom one day after all!" Yuebei, eyes glittering excitedly: "Queen?"

Cus while MK is Sun Wukong's succesor in fighitng style and heroism, Yuebei is his heir as Monkey King! And thats something she can gloat over!

She goes full Warrior Queen-mode gathering the subjects and bringing them to safety. Macaque and Wukong watch on fondly.

Once Azure is defeated and the Jade Emperor's power secured, Yuebei does get a little grounded for recklessness. But her two monkey dads are overwhemling proud of her for stepping up in the moment.

She's their little Moon Comet Star after all <3

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiiii could you maybe do some TADC with a stress toy like reader? like a squeaky toy almost, who doesn't mind and actually kinda enjoys being squeezed cuz it's like a tight hug? If not the whole cast maybe just Gangle, Pomni, n Zooble pls I just really like your hcs

Gangle, Pomni, and Zooble with a stress/squeaky toy reader!

EHEHEHEH i made a mocha Frappuccino today its very yummy suck it starbucks you suck as a company and make mid as shit coffee anyways i hope you enjoy this anon!

POMNI:

honestly i can kind of see pomni making squeaky noises when she gets crushed or squeezed or otherwise squished. to imagine you guys just hugging one another and just. you both make a squeaking sound LMAO. anyways i think pomni subconsciously squishes you, like doesnt fully realize shes doing it.. kind of gets a little embarrassed when you bring it up to her in a teasing tone.. please reassure her you dont actually mind and she can go right ahead with clinging onto you... probably more likely to squeeze you more after another day of trying to find an exit (and obviously not finding one)

ZOOBLE:

honestly i dont think they would use the fact that youre like a toy for the most part. zooble doesnt strike me as the type to like physical affection all that much, actually i dont think they like touch in general.. maybe thats just me projecting me aversions onto them but you know. srhugs. but every now and then you guys DO hug and cuddle.. probably jumps a little when they squeeze you a little too hard and earn a soft squeak from you.. probably ask if you made the sound with your mouth or something. cue them learning something new about you, unless they saw you make the sound after like. getting crushed during an IHA/j

GANGLE:

shes not strong enough to make you squeak/j ...though now that i think about it; does gangle have the same strength as she did when she was in her real body? or is she limited by her ribbons + some pity strength so she can actually support herself and her mask.. makes me wonder about the physics and rules of the digital world.. but thats off topic. i think that she would give you full body hugs, oddly very stressed (gee i wonder why, definitely not because of some rabbit/s)... its nice having someone around to let her vent her stuff out, usually hangs around you during free time and IHAs.. very nice, me thinks... building off of the possibility of her not being able to make you squeak i think it would be funny and sweet if you made the noise with your mouth (badly intimidating it, obviously).. its the thought that counts you know?

[gummydummy19]

Month three (July): letters to Juliet

Summary: You haven't been able to get Sy out of your head since that dream, So...you decide to write him a letter.

Warnings: none

(this is part three to my series: A year in apartment 6B)

July 1st 2022 Dear Sy,

I don't know if time is flying by so fast for you too, but it sure is here. I can't believe it's July already... People have been putting up decorations for the 4th. I guess it made me think about you 'our boys over seas' or whatever I guess I thought it would be nice for you to get a little update on the home front. Everything is pretty chill here. The neighbors in 6D just got a dog. One of those tiny ones that look like microwaved tissue. They named him Lester. A pretty 'old man' kind of name in my opinion, but I guess that's fair because he looks about a hundred years old. I haven't burned the place down (yet). Although I did have a pretty close call last week when I tried to make a stir fry. I ended up ordering take-out, just to be safe. I bought some plants too, I hope that's okay. Well, I guess that's that then... I don't know if you're able to write back? Please don't feel obligated tho! I'm sure you're pretty busy? Fighting for the country and stuff...

Sincerely, your favourite roomie

18/7/22 18:47

Dear 'home front',

Your letter was unexpected but welcomed. I hope you enjoyed the 4th of July. I've been sweating my balls off, but aside from that I'm holding on okay. It's weird knowing there's someone waiting for me in my home while I'm here. Well, our home now I guess. 'Lester' is the most 6D name I've ever heard. Speaking of dogs, there's one here that's taken a particular liking to me. The guys here told me her name is Aika. I think her owner was one of ours, a long time ago. She's a tough one, survived on her own here all this time. I started spraying her with green dye, to keep her safe. Kinda works like a life jacket I guess. If we make it out of here together I'm bringing her home, I think you'd really like her.

Sincerely, Sy

July 29th 2022

Dear Sy, I'm glad you got my letter, and I'm glad I got one back. I can't remember the last time I had a penpal. Handwritten letters feel so old. It's nice I suppose. People are online too much nowadays. Oh god, now I sound old. I'm glad you made a friend, even tho she has four legs and a tail, I'm happy she's keeping you company. You better keep her safe, because I'm already excited to meet her. I'm sure Aika and Lester can become friends, either that or she thinks he's a squeaky toy and swallows him whole.

p.s: Aika, if you're reading this, please keep Sy safe as well, because I'm pretty sure the garbage disposer broke and he needs to fix it. Sincerely, your favourite roomie

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A/N; ALRIGHT OKAY I THOUGHT THIS WAS VERY CUTE......

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