#my best guy friend is 6'3

[disappearinginq]

Dragged + SG1?

Less angsty, but more in the spirit of the show with angst and humor.

Jack found it moderately hilarious how many people thought of Daniel as small. Perhaps it was the bulky uniform jackets that never seemed to fit quite right (because Daniel never paid attention to the sizing), or the fact that he stood next to Teal’c and Jack, or maybe the glasses distracted them from the fact that Daniel was six feet tall and arguably in better shape than most.

Clearly, they had never dragged a semi-conscious Daniel through a jungle planet.

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite, Daniel,” Jack grumbled, stumbling over another root. “Or I’d be coming back for you later.”

[cicadangel]

i really like this guy i've been talking to/going on dates with. we hung out yesterday and went to the beach and jumped in the water and then got food from food trucks and talked for a while... and then he asked me to be his prom date and ofc I said YES and then asked him to be mine (we go to different schools) and we're gonna try to hang out this weekend. girls please shot your shot with that guy like it works out.

[ivysprophecy]

slim pickins

warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing

masterlist | p. 2

no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

word count; 1911

summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.

thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.

they are all taken. its plain and simple.

which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.

i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.

and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.

needless to say pope had to drag her away.

after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.

"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.

"im good with whatever"

i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.

"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.

"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.

i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.

he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.

he walks so slow for being 6'3.

and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again

"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.

"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.

"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."

"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.

jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"

and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.

"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.

jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.

but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.

"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.

"in your dreams honey."

"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.

now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.

watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.

random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.

unless theyre with jj.

but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.

is that a bit dramatic? probably.

i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.

so of course im not going to date him, why would i?

what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!

"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."

"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.

he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."

curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.

when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.

he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'

"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face

i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"

"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."

"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."

"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."

"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."

he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"

"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."

we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.

"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."

"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"

"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."

"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."

"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.

just like it does every other time.

i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.

jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.

"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"

john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"

oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"

jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.

"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"

"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.

"are you gonna put me down now?"

he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.

"youre a pervert."

"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"

oh im gonna kill him...

oh wait! im gonna kill him!

"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.

he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."

i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.

"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."

it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.

its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.

i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"

and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.

"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.

just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.

"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."

"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.

am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.

but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.

[silassinclair]

Hi! It's me the "Maddox with a sassy y/n" annon. Omg i just saw your post and it made my Whole Week! 😭

Thank you so much!

Anyway, i have a new request (if that is alright). I saw that you have a yandere Boxer but i didn't see to much info on him.

Could we get an introduction or some information for him? I'm really curious.

As always, have great day/night! ✨

Sorry this took a while to answer, just came back from the Philippines and I saw this req in my inbox. I’ve been waiting to write for him so now I have the chance to!! Hope you like it :D Also the beginning of this is really long, boring, and angsty but bear with me ya'll :) Also the Russian is google translate so it may be inaccurate :(

Masterlist Here!!

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Yandere Boxer x Reader

Viktor Markov was not the man you thought he was; well, not anymore. You both were raised in a small eastern European town. Him being the boy next door; always covered in dirt and was the sweetest little boy who would bring you flowers and bugs that he found. And you were the weird little girl who would collect the rocks and flowers that he gifted you with a smile. So naturally the two of you became friends, two peas in a pod.

He always had your back and you always had his. Growing up together in eastern Europe was hard. Both of you came from a pretty rough neighborhood and home life but that didn't stop you two from being happy. After all you only needed each other. It was just you two against the world. And it was like that for years.

Well, that was until high school. Viktor stopped talking to you in Sophomore year. Your calls went ignored, socials un-interacted, and texts delivered. So you just gave up. You no longer chased after him or begged him to tell you what was wrong when all he did was give you a cold shoulder. And honestly, you just didn't want to be around him anymore.

He got in with a bad crowd. Some upperclassmen guys who would just skip class to smoke. And seeing your childhood best friend become one of them broke your heart. You tried, you really did. But instead the blonde snapped at you, telling you to stop acting like his Mother and that he didn't need you anymore. And he was right, Viktor was more grown up now. Hard jawline, firm muscles, and standing at a staggering 6'3 feet tall.

He didn't need your back anymore.

And you didn't need his.

High school was a blur. You kept to your studies and only had a small circle of friends that consisted of all girls who have all been friends longer than before you ever came around. You were the grass friend. They all walked on the sidewalk while you trailed behind to the side; always stepping in the mud and grass. They weren't really your friends, you just didn't want to be alone. And they didn't see you as a friend, they just didn't want you to be alone. Pitiful isn't it?

But none of it mattered. It was all over and done in the blink of an eye. After high school was university and in university was medical school and after medical school was a new beginning. Being a docotor was never really your dream. It was your parent's dream and they just wanted the best for their little girl. You didn't want to disapoint them and go to culinary school like what you really wanted. So you worked and went to med school at the same time.

It was hard. It really was. You have no friends, no social life, and no one has your back. Yet it's your job to have people's backs. Ironic and unfair. But that's life.

Money was getting tight. Paying off student loans and working multiple jobs was getting exhausting. Living? No, it felt like you were dying. But you got offered a job you could not refuse. A patient came into your office. It was an older man in his early 50s.

"You're quite quiet for a doctor." He says. "Shy thing are you?"

You give him a silent nod. Hopefully this conversation doesn't take the turn you don't want it to take. Getting harassed by patients as a woman doctor is scarily common.

"I need a doctor. One like you; diligent, quiet, and quite the eye candy. Work for me krasivyy (beautiful). The pay is better than working in this heap clinic."

You eye him oddlyand whisper, "Why do you need me? Do you want me to be one of those underworld doctors or something? If so then no. I won't be patching up assassins or serial killers."

The man laughs, his voice booming in the small examination room.

"No no. You won't be dealing with any of those type. But this still is underground as you say. I own an underground boxing ring. And I need a doctor to patch up my fighters. Illegal, but good pay no?

You thought about it for two minutes then finally gave your answer.

“When do I start?”

The man’s name is Radko. And right now you’re in his gym. It’s dark, stinky, and full of shirtless men training for their next match. You thought you felt out of place in school? Nope, this is 100x worse. And some of these guys are acting like they’ve never seen a woman before.

“Stop looking at me like that weirdo.” You think to yourself while walking past a guy on a bench who’s wiping the sweat off his chest. His hungry gaze on you sends shivers down your spine.

“Ignore their stares.” Radko puts a rough hand on your shoulder. “They’re not used to seeing pretty women.”

“Yeah I can see that.” You mutter.

You two stop in front of the door near the back of the gym. It says “Clinic” in front of the door. He opens the door and you’re greeted with a surprisingly clean office. Radko must have cleaned up a little when he knew you would be coming.

“This is where you’ll be. Some guys will walk in pretty roughed up. Just patch em up abd send them on their way. If any of em try anything with you, you tell me right away. Okay?”

Radko was like a Dad and you liked that about him. A pretty intimidating Dad who owns an illegal boxing ring but what does that matter. Doesn’t particularly make him a bad person.

“Okay. Thank you.” You say with a warm smile.

“Ah you’re so milyy (cute)! Please don’t quit within the first week, I don’t think my heart can handle it if you go.” Radko says and hugs you. You give the big man a pat on the back in return.

“I’ll leave you to it now. You’ll receive your pay bi-weekly. See you now.”

And with that you were left alone. You were left in a small private clinic you could call your own. Maybe this job wouldn’t be as bad as you thought? But all positive thoughts flew out the window when your first patient of the day walked in.

Tall, pale, short blonde hair, scarred torso, muscle on muscle, and piercing blue eyes. All features of someone whom you thought you would never see again. Who you never wanted to see again.

“Kroshechnyy?” (Tiny)

God that nick name. There was a time it would make you smile and laugh. But now it just pissed you off. He had the audacity to call you that as if you two were still buddy buddy? No, fuck that. Fuck him.

“It’s Y/n to you now. What do you want Viktor?”

The man’s face creased with pain. Not physical, no, something worse.

“What are you doing here? This place isn’t for you.” His voice was a deeper timbre from when you last spoke to him Sophomore year. He walks closer to you and you can smell his sweat from training but also… Jean Paul Gaultier? Why would you wear designer fragrance at a gym? Weirdo.

Little did you know when he saw you walk in the gym he immediately raced to the locker room to freshen up and see you.

“I’m a doctor. I got a side job from Radko.” You explain swiftly. “If you’re uninjured then please leave. Other patients may come in with actual reasons to see me.”

Rather than face to face you’re face to chest with him. How the hell did he get so tall? You crane your neck up to meet his eyes.

His expression stiffens. His usual cold demeanor returns.

“You shouldn’t be here. This place isn’t for you. It’s dangerous.”

You roll your eyes. “I think I can manage. Now please leave me alone. You’re the last person I ever want to see.”

Viktor ignores the comment and his gaze remains ice cold. You nearly shiver, did the room temperature drop?

“Stop acting childish. Tell Rad that you quit.”

“But I’m not quitting.”

He steps closer.

“I’ll make you.”

“And what are you gonna do?”

He bends down to your level and scoffs.

“I don’t need to lift a finger. You’ll get scared and run off with your tail between those little legs of yours. These men here will eat you alive.”

Did he not think you knew that before you signed up for all this? You were aware of what you walked into. Underground gym, surrounded by men, all physically fit to the max. They could rip you in half. But you needed this job. There wasn’t time to be afraid.

“Yeah yeah I know. I don’t need your lecture. Now get out before I tell Radko.”

Viktor leans closer. His nose mere centimeters from yours.

“Don’t come crying to me when you get hurt.”

“If I get hurt then I’ll just patch myself up. I didn’t go through 4 years of med school just to cry when I’m in pain.”

The tall Russian growls lowly to himself and leaves, not before slamming the door of course.

“Fuck…”

This new job of yours just got worse tenfold.

It’s been about two weeks since you started working here. And you’ve met all of Radko’s men. They weren’t as bad as you thought they would be. Yeah they would flirt with you but not in the gross way. They knew when to quit.

Well, all of them except for Vladimir. The same one who eyed you like a piece of meat the first day you came here. Everyday he would come to the clinic to shoot his shot. And everyday you turned him down.

“Little kotenok (kitten) is still feisty.” Vladimir clicks his tongue. He manspreads in the examination chair, flexing his ab muscles and turning his head to the side to show off his impressive jawline. But all it does is un-impress you.

“If you’re going to waste my time like this everyday then I’m going to tell Radko.” You firmly state and cross your arms.

Like a kicked puppy the boxer whines, “Nooooo. I’m sorry please don’t kick me out. This is the only room besides Coach’s that is air conditioned.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“Not my problem, do an ice bath or something.”

Vladimir chuckles and goes to say something else but stops himself when he sees and hears the door open. You also turn your attention to the door, wondering who it is and why they didn’t knock.

“Get out.” Viktor says. His voice like stone, as is his glare. His bloody swollen eye only ads to his intimidating aura.

Vladimir gets out of the chair and groans. “Way to be a cockblock Vicky.” He says mockingly.

You were about to shoot in and say how there was no way you would give him the light of day but Viktor had other plans. His fist makes contact with Vladimir’s abdomen with a mean punch. Making the other man wheeze and keel over in pain.

“Get the fuck out.” Viktor grabs him by the hair and kicks him out of the office. Literally. The door then slams shut, leaving you alone with your heated childhood friend.

“Thanks…” You mutter. Unable to look into his eyes, well… eye. The other is swollen shut.

He grunts and sits on the examination bed. Getting into doctor mode you walk over to Viktor and assess the damage. There’s a few bruises on his ribs but his eyes seem to be the worst. Delicately you touch part of the bruised eye and he inwardly flinches, making you draw your hand back in an instant.

“What happened?” You softly ask.

“Alexei sucker punched me. Dick.”

You stifle a laugh, making your patient deadpan. “Typical Alexi. I’ll tell him off the next time he comes in here complaining about his stomach aches.”

Viktor and you are silent when you rub ointment on his bruises. After the ointment is all done you hand him an icepack.

“Use this for the eye.”

He nods and thanks you with a silent nod. Then, he leaves just like that.

After that you would see more of Viktor and less Vladimir. To be honest you’ve been seeing less of everyone. Everyday Viktor came in with new reasons to come to you. Headaches, head trauma, bruises, scratches, and the worst was a dislocation.

“What is it this time?” You don’t even need to face the door to know who it is.

“He needs help!”

You whip around immediately, nearly spilling your coffee. You see Alexi and Cain at the door and draped over their shoulders is an unconscious Vladimir. You run over to them and tell them to lay Vladimir down on the bed gently while you assess his condition.

“What happened!?” You say worriedly. He was barely breathing. You begin doing chest compressions.

“We found him outside. Some of those bastards from west gym probably did this to him…” Cain says, his eyes are full of rage.

The compressions aren’t working. So instead you ready up the life support. He won’t last long with traumatic brain injuries like this.

“What’s gonna happen to him Doc?” Alexi sounds the most worried. He’s just a kid, only being 17.

“I’m putting him under life support.” And it was damn hard to do it on your own.

“Thank you.” Cain says. He puts a hand on the small of Alexi’s back. “Let’s leave her alone. She’s busy.”

The two men leave. Leaving you alone with Vladimir who has one foot in hell. No offense Vladimir, but no way you’re going to heaven. All day you stay by Vladimir’s side. Other men come in to check on him or get patch ups. And you go about your job, leaving the unconscious man to rest on the bed.

If I knew she would be stuck to his side like glue then I never would have beaten the fucker half to death. The plan was to kill him but the stubborn bastard just didn’t want to die. I watch Y/n from outside the clinic. The window’s blinds are open. She’s so close yet so far; always out of my reach. Part of it is my fault. I was the one who pushed her away after all.

But I had no choice. I didn’t want her involved with the people I was involved with in high school. I needed them in order to get some side jobs. Hell, a couple of them box for Radko too at this gym. I thought Y/n would be gone from my life for good, but I was wrong. I thought God was punishing me for the things I have done but it seems like he took pity on me just this once by bringing her back to me and letting me have a second chance.

But so far I’m making no progress. What even is love? I know I love her but I don’t know how. All I know is that I need to protect her from all the wolves here. I already staked my claim on her but one fucker didn’t want to listen. Vladimir, that egotistical thorn in my side. The next chance I get I'll kill him for good. It's not like this is my first time killing for her after all.

High school was when I first took someone's life. Some upperclassman bitch was harassing Y/n. I couldn't stand watching her suffer. And I couldn't comfort her like before when we were young; by this time I already cut off Y/n for good. But I knew there was something I could do. So I killed her. And I killed anyone who dared breathe Y/n's name wrong.

I'll do whatever I can to protect the love of my life. Slowly, little by little, I'll win her back. She'll be mine again and we'll be even closer than friends. But for now I'll do what I can to keep her safe from the sidelines. Even if it means she'll find out and hate me forever.

[cofigelly]

ೀ SIX EYES

——————————————————————————pairing; college au!gojo satoru x reader

synopsis; you couldn’t help but notice a pair of wandering eyes during your 10am lecture

word count; ~2k words

contents; sfw, f!reader, no curses au, rich college student gojo, cocky/playful gojo, six eye/infinity references

notes; THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A QUICK LIL DRABBLE IDK WHAT HAPPENED? i <3 run ons and sentence fragments apparently

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the first thing you noticed about him were his eyes.

well, technically, his eyes noticed you first.

in the midst of your monday 10am lecture (known for its lengthy, soul-wrenching talks about finance), you felt his sharp gaze pierce straight into your soul. it was a brief, quick glance — but it was an intentional glance, nonetheless.

you simply brushed it off. it must’ve been him zoning out, or maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. that was until you caught him repeating the same habit again. and again. over the course of the next three weeks.

that same, hungry gaze, taking in every intricacy of your features. a look that felt like it set your entire body on fire, despite the icy blue hue his pupils reflected each time you returned a glance. his stare would only last a few seconds at most, but something about it felt so intense, so overbearing— it made hold your breath each time.

in all honesty, you didn't mind the attention. in fact, you kind of reveled in it — a handsome, 6'3 guy always ogling at you every lecture. it even had you thinking that maybe he was into you?

but that was at first. as more weeks passed, the more your ego shrank. 'is there something on my face,' you wondered, patting at your cheeks to search for some sort of makeup residue or food crumb, 'do i look stupid?' the large, echoey lecture hall felt evermore revealing as you struggled to find a way to shrink into your plastic-clad seat. but you couldn't hide, not from a stare like that.

paranoia getting the best of you, you slide your phone out of your pocket as you send a hasty text to your best friend, “bro who is this guy? he keeps staring at me EVERY lecture,” you send a 0.5x photo, clearly taken from afar.

just as quickly, your friend responds, “NO FUCKIN WAY is that gojo???” “who the fuck is gojo?”

you could almost feel her attitude burst through the text bubbles, “bro… GOJO. his family is literally loaded?? did you not see his dad surpass bill gates on the global ranking of billionaires?” that text takes you a little by surprise, alternating your eyes between him and the message upon your screen. “okay maybe it’s starting to sound familiar, but still. what’s he doing cosplaying as a broke college kid in my finance class?” you sigh as you continue to tap on your screen, “idgaf that he’s loaded it’s pissing me off that he’s staring at me like 🧿🫦🧿 every lecture.”

your friend reacts with a quick “haha” to your text before responding, “idk man maybe you just caught the attention of the richest guy on campus ;)”

you decided you’ve had enough after reading that text. you’re not about to feed your delusions this early on a monday morning. you’ll admit, he’s a good —no, stunning— looking guy, but you have no time to babysit a boy who was never taught that staring was rude. not to mention, this boy isn't even in the same tax bracket as you. 

brushing it off yet another time, you let out a deep sigh as you flip the page, copying your professor’s notes on the board.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

a whole month has passed and this gojo guy is growing more and more cocky with his stolen glances. he's not even trying to hide it anymore.

this fateful wednesday, as you walk into class, he immediately locks onto you. his bright blue orbs follow you from the door to your row, not releasing his gaze in the slightest after you settle into your seat. your grit your teeth in annoyance as you flip through your notebook pages. who does this guy think he is? it’s been a month and he hasn’t even procured the balls to say a single word to you. yet, he’s feasting on you like you’re his final meal on death row. 

the second the class is excused, you immediately beeline towards his seat — stopping in front of his leaning frame while he packs his bag. “dude, what the hell is your problem,” scowling at him as you approach, “i’ve seen you stare at me for weeks now and it’s getting straight creepy."

his ears perk at the sound of your voice, haphazardly zipping up the final pocket of his backpack. when he looks up, his eyes glint with a hint of mischief as he scrunches his nose in a grin — a grin that’s somehow even cockier than his stare.

“i’m just taking in the view, princess,” he jeers, delight in his tone. 

you stare at him incredulously as you take his confession in. so he really has been staring at you? “for one, i’m not your princess," you scoff at his clear disregard of your concern, "second, you might want to think again before you decide to stare at me one more damn time.”

he hums amusingly, shaking his foot in a steady rhythm, “you’re right. i might think about it again.” his grin is even wider now, “why, what are you going to do about it?”

“—look, i don’t know what you’re getting at,” your eyebrows furrow deeper, “but if you keep this shit up, this won’t be the last time you hear from me.”

briskly, you swing around, completely ignoring his bickers as you head straight out the hallway door. 

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to gojo, everything you said on wednesday was music to his ears.

he strolled into the next lecture, on monday, with the same shit-eating grin on his face. ‘this wont be the last time he hears from you?' god, he hopes that was true. it made him wonder why he didn’t just stare at you harder in the first place.

everything about you captivated gojo satoru.

from the first day of lecture, he was already mesmerized — by the wafting scent of your cologne as you walked past his row, the way your head cocked to the side whenever you thought through a problem set, the distant clicks as you tapped the end of your pencil against your arm nervously.

he simply couldn’t help but steal that initial glance. he also couldn’t help but steal another one the lecture after.

and another. and another.

he knew he was getting ahead of himself, being so selfish with his dangerous stares, but you just had that effect on him. an effect that he's never experienced with anyone else. he bit back his pride when he couldn’t even approach you first, as he normally did with his prior interests.

there was just something so serene, so heavenly about you. he almost wanted to leave you undisturbed, opting to observe you from afar — not wanting to disrupt his delicate masterpiece from behind the red rope at the museum.

but the day you approached him changed everything. ‘how can someone so innocent have such a mouth on her,’ he chuckles to himself, taking his ipad and apple pencil out of his backpack before laying them flat on the table.

you were completely unlike his initial impression of you, much to his amusement. he prefers it this way —actually— he likes a girl who has a bit of a bite. besides, he finally has an excuse to talk to you and do what he knows best: get under your skin. metaphorically (and literally).

he glances at the door as he hears the familiar clanking of your keychain against your water bottle, more excited for the lecture than he's ever been before.

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there is no fucking way.

gojo satoru is now sitting in the seat directly next to your unassigned assigned seat in this 300-person lecture hall. the entire classroom is almost packed too. how early did he have to be to even get that seat? why is he in that seat? your thoughts are cut off as he waves his hand at you, muttering a short "yoohoo~," ushering you to sit next to him.

hell no. you still have no idea what he's playing at. is he stalking you? does he have some sort of ulterior motive? what if his scary billionaire family kills you, a dirty plebeian, for sitting so close to their perfect, trust fund baby?

you immediately switch gears, practically running away to find a new seat, catching a glimpse of his pout in the corner of your eye. you ignore him and situate yourself in the very front row, directly in front of the professor's podium. you let out a deep exhale as you unpack your notebook when you hear a loud shuffle next to you.

this guy has no shame.

gojo, in all his glory, happily claims the empty seat next to you —unloading the entire apple store (or so it feels like) onto the desk. "good choice, doll. more leg room up here," he stretches his long, lanky legs before crossing them — making sure his knee briefly makes contact with yours.

"are you serious right now— bro your entire apple ecosystem is getting onto my side of the desk," you scowl at him once again as you shove his macbook closer to him. "serious about what?" he mocks, that signature smile gleaming down on you.

"whatever this is? are you obsessed with me or something," you mutter the last part under your breath, but he takes note of you rolling your eyes at him. "hmmm," he taps his chin all philosophically, "if anything you're the one obsessed with me."

wow, this guy really is insane. you felt your eyebrow twitch in anger as you jerked your head up, "me obsessed with you? how does that even make any sense—" "you said you noticed me staring for weeks," he muses, still looking straight at you, "but you don't think i noticed you staring back?"

you scoff, "i was simply just returning your gaze; not everything is about you!” “untrue.”

after refusing to make eye contact, you finally meet his eyes. "i'm not gonna play this damn game with you, look—"

you've never seen him this close before. you've never seen anyone this close before, really. in this cramped lecture hall, with its seats compressed like sardines, it felt like he was only mere millimeters away from you. your breath hitched as the air seemed palpable, heavy. he was so close, but it felt like he was untouchable — almost as if an infinite void was cast between you two.

for the first time, he dropped that condescending smirk. he dropped the facade altogether. beyond the icy blue hues, his eyes glistened a shade that he only shows to you, a shade you've never noticed in all those times you two locked eyes. they were powdery blue — the same softness as the edges of the clouds in the sky or the frothy, tidal waves lightly crashing against the beach sand.

it made you wonder if it was physically possible for one person to hold so much power in just their eyes. a power that felt like three whole people, six eyes-worth, were constantly peering into every fiber of your being. except this time, it was intense in a whole different way, completely unlike before. the closest feeling you could think of was a warm oven, fresh after a batch of cookies — an inexplicable warmth in contrast to his icy appearance.

lost in each others' eyes, he parts his lips as if to finally say something—

"i would really appreciate if you two kept your eyes on the board instead of on each other," a voice boomed from the podium in front of you.

you both tense up, quickly spinning your bodies around to face the front as the snickers began to fill the classroom. you completely forgot about how close you were sitting to the professor.

you felt a tinge of heat start on your cheeks, creeping its way up onto the cartilage of your ears. the embarrassment was more than enough to shut you both up for the rest of the period, but you knew.

you knew you wanted to feel this way again.

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final notes; i wrote this in my actual lecture hall instead of taking notes guys😎😎 (i am severely ill)

[we-rice-boi]

✨️You know what I can't stop thinking about? 👯🏽

Now, hear me out: a tall MC (like 6'3") in heels who knows how to use a whip and is performing burlesque (the strip tease kind) for the LADS MLs...

WARNING: MDNI/ Ageless Bios DNI Suggestive content, Poly LADs (slightly), GN reader (despite the example, it's just a rough visual) & Unbated writing!!

Here is a rough sketch of the idea and a few references:

Stay with me here!! Let me cook, PLEASE!!

What I'm thinking is that you, as the MC, play the ringmaster role in the show. You present the dancers and keep the audience entertained in between performances. During this time, you're in a full ringmaster suit (think of the reference at the top right of the picture). It hugs the frame, is shiny, and looks amazing on you. However, it's rather modest compared to the other performers. That is, until it's your turn to perform, and BOOM!!! COSTUME CHANGE!!

(aka the messy sketch above)

The guys are in the audience either sitting together or apart (depends on if you like poly LADS or not) and they have front-row seats to your burlesque performance, that they knew nothing about.

Rafayel 🧜‍♂️

His face is beat red but he can't look away.

Questioning if he's really as dominant as he claims to be (he'll never admit it)

If you interact with him with the whip or anything else, he will definitely jizz in his pants (or almost get to that point).

Bro literally has to try and waddle to the bathroom without getting caught.

"Renowned artist Rafayel seen sporting a stiffy after a sensual performance by Linkon's best hunter? Read all about it on page 9"

If you believe in Poly LADS, Sylus is helping him get to the bathroom while teasing the shit out of him.

He's acting like he doesn't have to go the restroom for the same reason 🙄

If he wants you to take control after that night, don't expect him to ask for it. Oh no no no.

In my opinion, this lil shit will turn the brat up to 100, till you get the memo and jump him.

It doesn't take long since you can read him like a book in the bedroom.

Sylus 🐉

Very much into this

The man already has 20 different whips on his wishlist, ready to be shipped at your say so.

His blush isn't as prominent but it's there and he isn't ashamed of it.

Freak recognize freak

If you interact with him during the performance, he'll try to hide how excited he is with his smugness but you can tell.

That man is vibrating in his seat like a rose toy on a Friday night.

Oh, he's definitely adding a few straps to that list.

And we're not talking about weapons here.

(I think I'm so funny)

By the time you guys get home Sylus already has a new kink sheet written up.

And by the end of the week, they're several new, ahem, 'toys' for you two to experiment with. To experiment on him specifically.

Caleb 🛬

Now I'm still unsure about how to write this man but I know a pathetic man whore when I see one (given he's only a whore for MC but I digress).

Is a lot like Sylus but is just as surprised as Rafayel.

This has got to be the one thing he didn't know about you and that catches him way off guard.

But like I said, the man is not opposed to it.

His imagination is already going wild with all kinds of fantasies.

Lowkey tapping into his inner dog boy.

He is the first to get on his knees and beg. Prove me wrong, you can't!

If you interact with him during the performance, he actively leans into it like a man in a daze.

You can practically see heart eyes on his stupid goofy face. Dumbass is drunk on your presence.

Think of those love scenes in those Loney Tunes cartoons.

My point is the minute you pull away, he nearly falls out of his seat.

And if he's there with any of his academy friends, like Gideon, he's never living that shit down.

If you like Poly Lads, Zayne has to pull that idiot back so he doesn't plant face-first on the floor.

Speaking of the responsible doctor-

Zayne ❄️

In all, he's quite impressed by the show and your part as the showman.

Of course, he shows that in his own stoic, Zayney way. Calm, composed and with his little micro expressions.

Ya, all of that is thrown out the window the minute your strip tease starts.

I saw someone say that they think Zayne's evol gets a little out of control when he's feeling strong emotions and ya, it gets a lil chilly in there.

Like no joke, it starts to snow a little during your performance and you use it to your advantage.

When you're interacting with him during your performance, his ears go beat red.

Zayne isn't sure if he'll pass out from shock or lack of blood flow to his brain first.

While the show is winding down and everyone's giving their applause, Zayne is left wondering how he's gonna get out of here without signaling his "problem" to the entire room.

He's glad he brought a coat today.

Xavier ✨️

Like Caleb, I'm still unsure how to write Our Little Prince but I'll try my best.

To be quite frank, if the situation doesn't involve you, meat, space (or the other MLs) he's falling asleep.

So any performance that doesn't involve you, he's conked out. Either with his head on the table or on Rafayel's shoulder (StarFish supremacy!!).

However, when your performance comes up, he's definitely at attention (in more ways than one)

You know what I said about evols getting out of control because of strong emotion?

Ya if you so much as insinuate anything his way during your act, let alone touch him, Xavi is lighting up like a BTS bobble light (don't @ me ok).

While he's waiting for you after the show, you find him doing some research about BDSM. Specifically submission.

Expect to Dom for the next month.

In all, they're all gettin pegged at the end of the day. Hell, even Zayne is considering it.

Buuut that's all for now. Sorry if my mad rambles are a bit illegible, I just needed to get this idea out 😅

Lemme know if I should continue this idea and write a, kind of, part 2 because I forgot to add how MCs height plays into this 🤔

Oh well~

-Sincerly Professor Boob

N/A: I just did some editing and spell-checks. It still may not be perfect but I don't have a beta reader so we make do o(T◇T o)

Dividers Credits: @cafekitsune Sketch: Me

[jetblack4realz]

beautiful - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader

summary - growing up as bradley's best friend and ride or die, then going to college and suddenly realizing it's more than that

warnings - don't think so

word count - 1.8k, just a cute little guy

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you couldn't remember a time that you weren't with bradley bradshaw. you had grown up by his side, from kindergarten to now sophomore year of college, you had been his wingman. and he was yours.

you had the same friend group, all of whom dated each other, which left you and bradley to do your own thing which was fine. everyone expected y'all to get together eventually, but when freshman year came to a close they all lost that hope.

until now.

it was well known by your friends that harrison ralph was the biggest douchebag UVA had ever seen. bradley knew that, carlie knew that, georgie knew that, and so did beckham and lara. but you, well, let's just call you optimistic.

harrison had approached you at a frat party a few weeks into the senior year, catching your attention quickly with some pretty words and an even prettier smile. with his arm leaned against the wall behind you, he was getting close, and bradley was getting pissed.

"y/n!" he called with an exaggerated smile, reaching forward and grabbing your hand. harrison leaned away, eying bradley as if trying to size him up. georgie laughed at the scene, knowing that 5'10", 160lbs harrison stood no chance against 6'3", 200lbs bradley bradshaw, even though his attitude sure made up for some of it.

"bradshaw," harrison hummed. "what do we owe the pleasure?"

bradley didn't look at the boy, instead directing his attention to you. "lara and carlie want to go get food."

it wasn't an invitation, nor was it a question of whether or not the two of you would be attending. you were going to leave with him or he wasn't leaving you.

"are they drunk?" you asked. when bradley nodded his head, you sighed. "where's the nearest arby's?"

"you're not seriously leaving, are you?" harrison asked, grabbing your arm as you stepped towards bradley.

"sorry, i've gotta take care of some friends. i'll see you around," you said with a polite smile, letting bradley pull you away. harrison reached forward, grabbing your other hand with a firm grasp.

"text me, ok? i'll wait up for you," he said, winking quickly.

"well, don't," was bradley's sharp response. he dragged you back to the group who had already left to get in their cars. a text buzzed on your phone in your back pocket as you pulled the door open to bradley's bronco, and as you fished it out to read the text, your brows knitted closely together.

"lara said she's going back to beckham's," you said loud enough for bradley to hear on the other side of the truck. "and georgie's dropping carlie off at the dorm."

so you hadn't seen the boys dragging their girlfriends off with smirks and winks thrown in bradley's direction? probably a good thing.

"let's just go home then," bradley shrugged as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"well, maybe i can go back-"

"let's go home," he said again, slowly with his eyebrows knitted. "you don't need to see that harrison douchebag."

"well, i don't wanna go back to the dorm to carlie and georgie banging again," you sighed, hopping into your usual passenger seat and shutting the door next to you. "i think a third round of bleach will officially ruin my eyesight."

"just come back to my place," he shrugged, turning the truck on and beginning to pull out of the small space he'd managed to parallel park into earlier that evening.

you didn't answer immediately, instead staring down at your shut off phone.

"do you think harrison meant what he did?"

"what?" he asked quickly, glancing over at you as he continued to drive down the backroads of charlottesville to his apartment.

"i mean... guys like him don't look at girls like me like he did. and they certainly don't tell them they're waiting up for their text."

"sweetheart, i think he's waiting up for something else," bradley told you with a sigh. "and he meant it. he damn sure meant it."

"are you sure?"

"he seemed pretty interested. dunno why he wouldn't be."

"i don't know why he would be."

"what are you on about?" he asked, glancing at you again as he pulled into his apartment parking lot. it was dark, only lit by two streetlamps on complete opposite sides of each other, and you could barely see the walkway into the complex. not that it mattered - you both knew the place like the back of your hand. he parked as you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

"guys aren't interested in me. ever. it's just unbelievable."

"except it's entirely believable. do you know how many guys i've seen check you out over the years? for starters, before they met carlie and lara, georgie and beckham were obsessed with you."

"no they weren't," you laughed, shaking your head.

"they were, i swear!" he said, a smile pulling at his lips as he watched you smile too. "they were sixteen year old boys with functioning eyes, of course they were obsessed with a beautiful girl like you."

"i may be pretty cute now, but i definitely wasn't a looker then," you laughed, recalling the awkward stage of high school.

"oh trust me, you were and still are insanely beautiful, sweetheart. nearly every guy on the football team asked me to give them your number and they always wanted to know if you'd been asked to homecoming or prom or whatever yet."

"they asked you for my number and you didn't give it to them?" you asked with a dramatic gasp and wide eyes.

"oh hell no! you were mine and mine alone, i definitely wasn't willing to share you with the meatheads that were the bedford high football team."

"i was yours?" you asked curiously, turning completely to face him with a smirk pulling at one side of your mouth.

"my best friend, i mean," he corrected quickly, grinning your way.

"mhmm, we'll go with that for now," you hummed, laughing as he looked at you incredulously.

"what is that supposed to mean?"

"but moving on - why didn't you tell me all of this before? because i've been convinced that i like always have something in my teeth or something the way some of these guys look at me, because it's not flattering and doesn't seem anywhere near that they'd wanna kiss me."

"darlin', they're staring lower than your teeth and they're hoping for more than just a kiss, let me tell you that," bradley informed you with a frown. "guys are prudes and jackasses and that's why i never told you. ain't any of 'em that i thought were good enough for you."

"is that why you dragged me out of that party?" you asked. he furrowed his brows, but you just smiled and laughed. "i know the girls didn't wanna get food, you just needed an excuse to pull me away from harrison ralph."

"that's cause he's also a douche," he nodded. "ain't no way in hell you're spending a night with him."

"but he's a cute douche," you sighed, laying over on the middle seat between you and bradley dramatically. "i haven't been on a date in months, brad. it's like suddenly every single guy in virginia has gone off girls."

"it's because they're intimidated," he answered softly, messing with the splayed out ends of your hair as you looked up at him. "you're beautiful, crazy smart, naturally talented at everything you do, super ambitious and driven - they know you're out of their league."

"i wish they'd just try. i feel like they've all given up on me or something." you sounded defeated, because you were. bradley hated to hear it, leaning back in his seat as you grabbed his hand, messing with his callouses as he worked up the courage to say what was on his mind.

apparently, he took too long and you were sitting up and sliding out of the car. he followed quickly, locking the bronco and coming to your side as you pulled a hand through your hair, the other arm crossed over your chest and the other quick to join it.

"what's going on?" he asked. "what is this really about?"

you continued walking, your eyes on bradley's door just down the outdoor hall as you sighed. "i got into flight school today."

"what? that's awesome, congratulations," he told you with a smile.

"yeah, well, i'm not even gonna go, so it's all pointless," you said, lips a straight line and a small crease between your brows slowly forming.

"why? what's wrong, why can't you go?" he asked.

"my mom was pissed enough as is that i came here and if she learns that i'm graduating just to not come home and instead go to flight school - she's gonna flip, she's not gonna let me go."

"what do you mean? you're an adult, y/n, she doesn't get to tell you what to do anymore."

"no, but she can guilt me into going into business with her. she's got the bakery and she needs me to run the business side of it. it's why i got my marketing degree-"

"you got your marketing degree because you needed something to do while figuring out what you really want. and you want to fly. we've talked about being in the navy for years together, frankly i was surprised you said you were going to college even before my papers got pulled."

"well, mom needed help and-"

"and she can hire some. you get to choose what to do with your life, y/n," he told you. "you're like, this crazy brilliant girl who's been surrounded with people who tell you that you can't do anything your whole life and they just need to get out of your head; your mom, teachers, idiot guys, all of 'em."

"that's hard," you laughed dryly.

"well, let me tell you this then," he said as you came to a stop in front of his door. "you are amazing, y/n. in every way possible and there's not enough words to describe it. and-" he hyped himself up, taking a quick breath "-i haven't given up on you. you're everything to me."

you were smiling, like big, and that was all the clearance bradley needed to lean in and press his lips to yours. even though you were a little surprised, you kiss him back, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. he pulled away after several moments, breathing deeply and looking down at you with a smile.

"you're everything to me too," you mumbled, returning his smile. he kissed you again, shorter this time, and softer too.

"i'm really, really glad to hear that," he said.

you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you reluctantly unwinded yourself from the boy in front of you, pulling your phone out to read the text.

hey beautiful, can i come over??

"i'd rather i be the only one to call you beautiful, beautiful," bradley said after reading it upside down. you clicked on the contact, scrolling down and clicking the red 'block contact' text. it disappeared from the screen and you grinned up at him.

"i think i'd be okay with that."

[annieqattheperipheral]

At 1hr 21min:

Started typing... Kept typing lol here you go, natemac interview recap:

Nate still has to go train at sid's gym

So nate makes batherson come to his gym

Vail camp: used to have them, paused for covid, better and chill, no one knows them (tried them before in toronto and montreal), not busy. Training at 9000ft. Afterwards do treatment or golf.

Attendees: mcdavid, marner, sid, skinner, hall, tysbarrie, matty tkachuk, bennett, hanifin

McDavid: i don't see him much, I've gotten to know him thru these. I'm like a kid watching him, it's just fun

Matthew Tkachuk: "and he's doing his thing 😂"

Cale's wedding: "i shouldn't say a showman but when he gets into his moods he's a fun guy. likes to dance, have a good time, when his wife's around, definitely loosens up more and it's just the boys around"

Went to Wimbledon this summer. Did not wear a top hat

Lighter recovery training both this and last summer: just trying to take miles off his body is key. Light gym days "is that it, Andy?" But feels good now

Cale: "first nhl game, aggressive and calling for pucks, to do that at 19yo is impressive. The confidence that he has. Quieter off the ice. Super sure of himself on the ice. He's special. He'll be the best defenseman ever"

A bit about why he works with his sports psychologist and will always continue working with her "we're so dialed in on our body, why is no one taking care of their mind" "the minute you think you're good, you're not"

Is offended that "ball hockey players claim nhl players can't play ball hockey. is that true?" ("I've rollerbladed my entire life!!") (I need to see fanart of that btw pls ☺️)

Idiot boys tell him it's on feet not on rollerblades (chiclets cup talk "what is the chiclets cup?")

Nate asks who the best ball hockey player in the world is. Answer: "nose face killah" "who?" "he looks 20x uglier and a big nose" and Nate responds "so he's got like my nose" they all compliment his nose😌

Nate redirects the convo to roller hockey

On sid's $8.7: in July he told him "you're not gonna sign for 8.7 are ya c'mon. and he was like ahh idk I'll see" he's taking less to be team friendly

Sid still grinding in the summers. While Nate had his recovery summer he looks like a joke in comparison to sid

The pressure of being captain for team canada for upcoming 4nations & Olympics must be part of what's driving him

"he doesn't look 37 in any way" Yandle: he doesn't have any kids. Nate: must be it! Must be the key

Landy: feels like 10yrs when he last played and lifted the cup. Misses him

Mikko: "he's shockingly big. Says he's 6'3", seems like he must be 6'5". His head is this fuckin big"

"old school. Stretches for like an hour a day. The most flexible guy"

Avs "get so many national games. Know we're not the biggest hockey market but mikko should get more recognition. Super underrated"

Cal ritchie: he did the whiffing thing at vail camp. Everyone thought he whiffed and then he did it again. Nate tried it to do it today, can't do it. Awed by what the kids can do

Nate can't do the Michigan either

His trainer has trained a lot of downhill skiers, you have to be fearless, so training in the pool relaxes your mind. Keeps mum about what he does in the pool. No he does not wear a speedo😞

Lehky's dad vs. mikko: "mikko had a 4 or 5pt game, was fired up, said that to media, then apologized to lehky like 3min later. They're really good friends"

Went to Europe this summer: no one really knows me in america, especially there. Like being off grid, wake up to no texts bc of time change, super relaxing

Was tempted to go to worlds last season (omg what!!!!) avs were out 2nd round. Sid was bugging him and schenner about it (biz: "if you go I'll go kind of thing?" 'Yea")

They were all going to go but nate pooped out "played 105 games, lost to Dallas, was devastated"

Cogs: met him thru Andy at vail. Lit up when it was brought up about trading for him in '22. He is management now. Around the rink, always in the gym, hands in his pockets, walking around, talking to guys

"isn't he good at impressions?" "Yea he's a great storyteller he's so good"

"the league is evolving really quickly right now so it's good to have a bridge" like cogs who recently played bw team and mgmt

Communication is better in the league. Players aren't terrified to talk to GM like he was as a rookie when seeing sakic. Thinks it's important for players to know where they stand. Old school players think fear can be good, yea sure, but you can't scare ppl into playing well for over 8mos, 82 games. Prefers this new way

Mitts: super comfortable, quieter, came to a team where he knows nobody, he looks great, expecting an awesome year from him

Faceoffs: lmaaooo still saying he needs to practice that. Hurts his wrist when he practices them. Needs to be around 52. Was at 46 last season

No league bonus$ for winning the Hart

MacKinnon Crunch cereal released in 2021. It was frosted flakes + he picked the flavour, he liked it! (I NEED TO TRY THIS)

Tim hortons: sidnate want to do an ad with marchy where he messes up ppls orders and they sit him down to teach him what to do (omg they're coming up with sketches lolll) "Marchy needs to be nicer on the ice to be more marketable" 💀

Bedard: hard worker, on the ice 1.5hr after everyone, ice is so snowy can't even move on it

Preseason games, re: all these preseason injuries: doesn't agree with veteran rule (how many mandatory games they have to play) but important for prospects and rookies, you need to be able to evaluate them, they can look good in practice but different story in games.

For vets, you want to play hard, show a good example "played one last night, lost 6-1" and" you see the doughty laine injuries and it's like i could throw my season away for a glorified practice essentially is all it is"

"You're in your game jersey but it doesn't mean anything"

"it's a fine line, i like playing them, 1 or 2, i don't need 6"

Teams are making $1-3mil per preseason game (probably only leafs habs etc)

Listens to a lot of podcasts, likes learning (about self-help, longevity, recovery, nutrition, etc), always has since he was a kid. Liked going to Popeyes (nutrition supplements chain store, like GNC) with his dad looking at protein powders etc lmao

"idk I'm just into it. Definitely love learning, there's a lot i don't know. I feel like a dummy listening to these guys"

Asked about "policing food". He laughs. Omg the laugh is sooo lmaao. On whit saying rumours of him strangling lehky last season for eating a snickers "nooo. Stop it. Stop it. That's not true. (*laughing! laughing!🙃 *oh we are having fun!*)"

"Trying to mellow out a little bit. Definitely see some shit i get mad, try to keep it to myself. ... Eat what you want but when you're at the rink ... I just think the least you can do as a pro athletes is be in shape."

On how nhl of the past, players would be drinking pepsi in-between periods: "a little sugar during a game isn't too bad, it's all good" (i swear his voice is different at this part bc he is internally combusting😂)

4nations/team Canada: Wants McDavid & Sid 1c/2c. Doesn't think they've played wing, doesn't want them to

Himself 3c or wing. Has played wing at other national events. Doesn't love left wing. Prefers right

"should i tell sid to play wing?" Paraphrased: you're Ted Lindsay & MVP, still at his gym, you gotta get something out of this

"he could be 50yo and I'd still slide over" 😏

"nova scotia line (sid, nate, marchy) would be pretty cool at Olympics or this feb (4nations)"

Marner: "he looks awesome... You hear all this negative stuff and then you get on the ice with him you're like how could anyone be negative about this. Admire how good he is, bc ppl chirp him a lot. Him and McDavid were flying around together in Vail"

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦?, zegras' have more fun

♡ ─ summary | stass' new photo dump on instagram (plus imsg drama??)

♡ ─ warnings | nothing just some cussing, jack being a flirt and lukey being a simp LMAO

♡ ─ taglist | link to my taglist!

♡ ─ ev's notes | oooooo more drama???? again, PLSSSS SEND IN SOME THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE.

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stasszegras | live laugh love barcelona (sry jude bellingham) tagged: briesbagels, friend1, pchandler68, chloegrace333 octber 12th, 2022

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briesbagels | is this a soft launch parker??

↳ pchandler98 no it is not.

↳ chloegrace333 oh okay...

↳ trevorzegras bro has absolutely 0 game HELP

↳ stasszegras why is bro copying me?? since when do u say HELP

↳ pchandler68 shut up trevor

umichwsoccer | thats our girl🫡

↳ stasszegras 😤

nolan_moyle | future manager supports barcelona!!!!!!!! (whatever the hell that means)

↳ stasszegras ur funny but no, also barcelona is a club

↳ nolan_moyle wdym club

↳ trevorzegras bros gotten hit too many times in the head by a puck

↳ stasszegras this is why im not managering the hockey team

jackhughes | whos jude bellingham??? why are you sorry????

↳ stasszegras sigh...

↳ trevorzegras its her husband... duh

↳ jackhughes UR MARRIED???

↳ briesbagels 🥴🥴

fan01 | can anyone tell me if jack and her are actually dating?

↳ fan02 i think everyone is just being weird af they're just friends

↳ fan03 i personally think shes dating luke cus it makes more sense

↳ fan01 help she wants the entire family

↳ fan02 can u blame her?????? 🤭🤭

lhughes_06 | photo creds for the last pic🤑

↳ pchandler68 BRUHHHHHHHHHH

↳ lhughes_06 its the rizzler guys 😌

↳ stasszegras FUCK NO HES NOT....... HES 5'8???

↳ jackhughes i'm 5'11 if that helps 🥰

↳ trevorzegras hey what does rizz have to do with height??? umm... 🥸

↳ lhughes_06 im 6'3 if that helps 😮‍💨😮‍💨

↳ stasszegras ... 🥰🥰 oh nothing, trev!!!

↳ briesbagels help 😶😶

↳ jackhughes ???????

avazegras | okay miss heartbreaker 😮‍💨😮‍💨 i see u

↳ trevorzegras hey whats that supposed to mean??

↳ griffinzegras hey i hold the title of heartbreaker of the family.... so this is kinda awkward...

↳ stasszegras STFU AVA UR NOT HELPING AT ALL😭😭😭

↳ trevorzegras did i miss a chapter???????

↳ lhughes_06 yea u did [deleted]

↳ griffinzegras ... damn 💀💀💀

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mini z ✊🏼💅🏻

hi soo why did u comment and then delete that???

luke 🥸🥸

wdym????

mini z ✊🏼💅🏻

luke u know what i mean, i saw the comment

luke 🥸🥸

i was just joking around but i thought it may come off weird so i deleted it

luke 🥸🥸

sorry, stass

mini z ✊🏼💅🏻

it's fine its just if u have a problem i'd rather u just text me then comment on my post 😭😭

luke 🥸🥸

noted

mini z ✊🏼💅🏻

its fine lukey, im sorry about the party if i came off to harsh or anything. i just miss our friendship before that stupid trip

luke 🥸🥸

no I'M sorry, i shouldn't keep bringing it up. and its back to normal, i promise 🫶🏼🫶🏼

mini z ✊🏼💅🏻

ur the best luke, thank you 🫡 and between us, ur my fav hughes rn read 11:37

mini z ✊🏼💅🏻

you screenshotted that didn't u

luke 🥸🥸

YUPPPPPP😗😗😇😇

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[sturnioloszn]

KISS ME ON NYE? - C.S

summary; while at a nye party with the triplets, you realise you have nobody to kiss at midnight, but neither does chris...

warnings; mentions of alcohol, light kissing/making-out.

a/n; ugh i feel like i've written a million oneshots based at parties lmfao, this will be the last one for a hot minute lol.

Parties weren't my usual scene. The loud music which I could feel in my bones, the crowds of sweaty and drunk people, the desperate men who would do anything to get in a girl's underwear, it all just made me feel gross. However, for the sake of my best friends and the fact that it was new years eve, I dragged myself here in hopes of a good time.

Sipping from my water bottle, I looked around and noticed Nick in the kitchen, pouring himself another alcoholic concoction. I make my way towards him, in urgent need of a conversation, because standing in the corner of a party, alone, is incredibly depressing.

"Ugh, where have you been?" I ask, approaching my friend, leaning against the marble countertops.

"Making out with that insanely hot guy," he replies, nodding his head to the giant standing in the middle of the dance floor. He stuck out like a sore thumb, but that was usually Nick's type anyway.

"How about you? What have you been up to?"

"Literally nothing. I'm bored out of my mind," I admit. I take another sip of my water as I scan my eyes over the house full of people. I notice Matt sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap. Damn, even Matt is getting some right now, and I'm not.

"So you don't have your kiss yet?" Nick questions, tasting his weird mix of alcohol that he had just created.

"Kiss? For what?" I reply, completely baffled.

"Midnight, duh. Are you not gonna have a new years eve kiss?"

"No? Do you have someone to kiss?" I ask. There's no way I'd participate in that stupid tradition. Even if i wanted to, which I do not, I don't have anyone to kiss.

"Um, yes. Mr. 6'3" is my kiss," he grins, offering me some of his creation, but I quickly decline it.

"Is Matt kissing someone?"

I don't want to be the only one not kissing someone at midnight. I'll be the first to admit that it's just a stupid trend, but I'll also admit that I suffer from severe FOMO and being the only one not kissing someone will have me wishing a black hole would open and swallow me whole.

"Probably that girl he's been hanging out with all night," he shrugs, chugging down more of his drink.

"Chris?"

"No idea, I've barely seen him, actually," he says.

"Anyway, I'm going back to my man, it's almost midnight! You better find someone quick,"

I'm left alone again, wondering what the fuck I'm supposed to do. I make my way to the living room and notice a large countdown displayed on the tv. There were two minutes before midnight. Shit.

Just as worries began to flood my head, Chris walked into the room. Our eyes meet before he lazily strolls over with a small smile on his lips.

"Where have you been?" I smile, acknowledging his relaxed presence. I guess he wasn't worried about finding someone to kiss at midnight.

"Honestly, in one of the rooms, on my phone," he chuckles. It wasn't the answer I expected, and he could tell I was taken by surprise. Chris usually loves this kind of stuff; the music, the drinks, the girls. But recently, he hasn't been as into them.

I glance at his drink of choice and notice he was holding a pepsi, not even any liquor.

"You kissing someone at midnight?"

His question made my stomach flip. I'd be completely lying if I said that I didn't have a tiny crush on Chris. I know we've been friends for years, but that's exactly why I can't let my feelings get in the way of our friendship.

But his question had me rethinking everything between us. Did he feel the same? Was he just looking for a new years eve kiss? Did it matter if it was me or any random girl?

I'm broken from my thoughts when everyone suddenly starts chanting numbers. I'm confused for a moment until I realise they were counting backwards from ten. It was ten seconds until midnight. Nine. Eight. Seven.

Shit, was I really going to do this? Six. Five. Four.

I look over to Chris, who's already looking straight at me. Three. Two.

It was now or never I guess. One.

I quickly wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face into mine, crashing our lips together. He doesn't hesitate to kiss me back, and everything feels frozen. The entire room stills, and the only thing I can comprehend was the way his lips grazed mine over and over again.

His hands rested on my lower back, pulling me closer into him. I feel the air being drawn out from my lungs, forcing me to pull away from this dream-like state.

Opening my eyes, I'm met with his dark blue ones. There's absolutely no way he didn't feel anything in that kiss.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," he smirks, pulling me in for another kiss. This time, I open my jaw wider, letting him have full access to my mouth. I feel his tongue dip in and out, leaving the taste of his soda in my mouth. I feel my knees grow weaker, and the butterflies in my stomach stronger.

I briefly pull away from the kiss again.

"Me too," I smile against his lips, wishing I could crystalise this moment forever.

a/n; final oneshot of the yearrrrr, isn't that crazy? anywho, i'd like to just take a moment to thank everyone for all the love i've received. every reblog, every like, every comment, it all means so much to me, and I'm so insanely grateful. i can't wait for this new year, i have some exciting stuff planned, and hopefully, you're just as excited. have an amazing new year, everyone, love you all! 💙

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[theiathemonster]

My pressure oc! (The one with him and Sebastian is not ship art)

Everyone say Hii to Howell Leverett :)

Howell Leverett.

Age: 34

Height: 6'3 naturally but his height grows rapidly due to the operation

Pronouns: He/It/They

VC: Red Guy [DHMIS]

Howell documents his findings- especially about the monsters and entities that roam the halls he seems forever forced to roam.

Howell's notes and logs:

- voices on the intercom/who to trust

- Sebastian

- Entity Variants / how to handle

- Facility safety / doors and lockers to trust

- *Friends* / travel mates. [Other people don't always have the best intentions]

- what did he do wrong / how did they end up in this position?

Howell Leverett's lab report.

What their DNA had been fused with:

- Female Thresher Shark

- Lionfish

- Female Goblin Shark

- Vampire Squid

[fedorabender]

The Shaw packmates and Darlin'

Alvaro, Chadara, Javonie and Karthris

Alvaro(baaabe)

they/them(amab)

anxious mess.

childhood best friends with Chadara(Angel)

Afro-Latina, they speak fluent Latin

5'6 wish they were a little bit taller... they wish they were a baller

Alavaro and Treasure(Porter's listener) are siblings for oc lore reasons

🫦

Chadara(angel)

She/her(trans fem)

A ball of chaos.

Childhood best friends with Alvaro(Asher's mate).

5'2- she did not win the gene lottery gng

Indian heritage. She's pretty disconnected from her culture but she's been reconnecting with her roots, expressing it without shame because there was nothing to be ashamed of. can speak Punjabi-not well but it's getting there

Guy and Chadara are siblings!!!

Chadara does free-style ice skating and wishes to go professional one day.

It took Chadara 15 years to grow out her hair. She rarely ever cuts it

She used to dress very feminine because she had the assumption that if she wasn't as feminine as possible, she wouldn't be seen as a woman. So she didn't go to the gym, didn't wear pants, and didn't speak much, neither was she sexuality active(she hasn't gotten surgery). But when David came into her life, he helped her ease some of that anxiety, letting her know that whatever she does, she will always be a woman.

as straight as the pansexual flag pole

Javonie(Darlin')

he/him(trans masc)

isolated and weary

Trying to get Chadara to leave him alone, but that woman won't budge. if she wants a friend, she will get a friend. Chadara also takes Javonie Ice skating with her, and he is surprisingly good at it. they are a dynamic duo on the ice.

6'3-tall, dark and beefy, awwoga

Nigerian!! moved from Abuja to Dahlia (I seriously have no clue where this is) when he was 5 and was in the foster system frequently. The longest family he's stayed with was the Shaw pack. He speaks Yoruba and Igbo but not as often anymore since he barely knows anyone who speaks those languages.

"Are you a home essential?" "....a what? "..a homosexal"

Javonie is David's awkward foster sibling!!! (in my oc lore)

Karthris(sweatheart)

genderfluid in a magical way(switch between similar forms effortlessly) he/her/them

Ethiopian-fluid in Somali. whenever they meet up with Javonie, they try to convince him to cook something cultural. Still, Javonie doesn't budge, so they cook their cultural foods for him instead.

Extra for no reason, whatsoever.

developed their powers from a ~trauma response~(more lore, but i don't know if I'll have the energy to post)

6'4- humungous jugaloos in every form(enby, masc, fem, all)

beeee whoo youuuu arreeeee! He saw, she conquered, they came

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Can I request Sully with a reader who one day arrives at the mansion with a surprise for him, and the reader reveals that it is a baby animal for the two of them to take care of as a couple?

choose the baby animal you want

This got very long, welcome to the morning fluff train.

Sully, for the most part, is not good with surprises. They make him anxious and worried, even if he has a hard time admitting to that, so when you texted him earlier that day, saying you'd be bringing home a surprise for him, he'd spent a majority of the day incredibly anxious and worried about whatever it might be. When you get back to the mansion and you call him outside, he feels the anxiety clawing at him, but when he sees you clutching a wrapped up blanket he's instead replaced with confusion. When you look up at him and smile, tilting the blanket towards him, the last thing he expected was a two-headed hellhound to be nuzzled up in your arms, fast asleep.

You explain that knowing him and his love for baby animals, you'd been planning for a while to get a pet for the two of you, and you'd found this little guy lost and alone in the woods that morning. You'd taken it to the vet, and since it was a wild hellhound, they'd informed you that it was yours to take if you wanted, and you'd quickly gotten it registered. Sully is barely processing most of what you're saying as he's completely enraptured by the cute little pup in your arms, one of the heads sleeping and the other one tiredly yawning, its little eyes looking dreamily at Sully. He didn't know it was possible to feel this happy and excited with anything other than you. You ask him if he'd like to name him, and he feels as though he might cry, realizing that you're actually serious about caring for it with him, and he nods eagerly. He decides to name the little guy Hades.

As the two of you go on to care for and raise Hades, Sully becomes extremely attached to this little guy, and everyone is aware of it. Hellhounds are known for growing quite big very fast, and as a wild hellhound that turns out NOT to be the runt of his litter (for reference, my Smile is the runt of his litter, and stands at five feet tall at his shoulders fully grown, which is actually considered small), Hades is starting to become a very big boy. Of course, despite any bad feelings Sully might have towards Jeff, he made sure both Smile and Hades could be good friends, and they turned out to be very good playmates. Smile teaches Hades how to play without getting too rough, and he turns out to be a wonderful babysitter whenever you and Sully are busy with something, keeping the fellow pooch entertained. Sully does the best that he can for your dog, making sure he's eating the best food and getting the right amount of space and exercise, and he also makes sure to drill it into every other resident's head what they should and should not do with Hades. 

Everyone thinks it's cute how protective and caring over Hades that Sully has gotten, even if you're the only one brave enough to say it to his face. By the time Hades is a year old, he's already almost close to Sully's height (who stands at 6'3"), but he's very calm and well-trained, and he knows not to cause issues or be too rough on anything or anyone smaller than him. Usually, the only people Sully fully trusts with Hades are you and Liu, but it makes him happy to see the rest of the mansion caring for the big dog and willing to take care of him, some of the other creeps even offer to take Hades out on walks during the day when both of you are too busy to do so. Sully has always thanked you for bringing Hades into his life and will continue to do so. He thinks back so fondly on his puppy stage, the two of you giving him baths and so many snuggles and treats, having fun training him and play wrestling with him when he was still small enough. He's always thought baby animals are the cutest, but even as Hades continues to grow, he's still the cutest animal in the whole world to Sully. It melts his heart to have a pet to care for with you, and it makes him unexplainably happy that you're the one he gets to care for said pet with. He loves you more than anything in the world, although he always says that Hades is a close second.

[s10127470]

The World of Marvels (Part 2)

Hey there guys!

I’m back with part 2 of my The World of Marvels series!

And with this part, we’ll finally be talking about some of the characters of this realm, starting off with….

Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

Characterization-wise, this Peter could be best described as a smart himbo.

He has all the kindness and attractiveness typically associated with himbos, but with an actual brain.

This version would particularly highlight two of Peter's strongest character traits: his caring nature and how down-to-earth he is.

Peter's best moments have usually come from being able to connect with people on a personal level.

Among the heroes of this realm, he's basically "the friend everybody likes".

I mean it's Spider-Man! Who doesn't like Spider-Man?

Nevermind....

As for his personal life.

Peter works part-time as a substitute teacher at various school for up-and-coming young superheroes, particularly Avengers Academy, The Future Foundation, and The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.

And he's HAPPILY MARRIED to Mary Jane.

As for his appearance.

Peter has fair skin, brown eyes, brown hair in the same style from Marvel Rivals....

Has a muscular build with a lean frame like in the comics, and stands at 5'9 (about an inch shorter than his traditional height of 5'10).

And he's 25 years old.

As for his outfit, you can't go wrong with the classic....

In terms of his powers and abilities, Peter has his traditional output.

However, the characters of this series will be a little more....showy.

As in they each have a special power or ability of sorts that they either canonically don't have in the comics (or at least mainline ones) or they canonically do, but rarely ever show off.

And in the case of Peter, he's back to utilizing constructs made out of webbing, like he did back during his early days.

Fun Fact: Peter loves kids.....and luckily, not in THAT way. He loves teaching them about things, helping them out with their issues, or just hanging out and playing with them. He's particularly close to Pinocchio, especially since he's had a history of being used by others, which Peter hates to see. As a result, his biggest opps (besides The Green Goblin and Doctor Octopus) are Honest John and Gideon, Stromboli, and especially The Coachman. If he even remotely sees the latter, he would enter his Black Suit attitude.

And well.....

Shocker: Coachman.

The Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic (Reed Richards), The Invisible Woman (Susan Storm-Richards), The Human Torch (Johnny Storm), and The Thing (Ben Grimm)

Characterization-wise, they're pretty the same as in the comics.

Though here, Reed would officially be confirmed as autistic.

Among the heroes of the realm, The Fantastic Four are among the most respected, given that they were the ones to kickstart the modern age of heroes.

As for their personal lives, they run The Future Foundation, an institution based within The Baxter Building, which is meant to help young, scientific minds flourish.

In terms of their romantic lives.

Reed and Sue are still married, and the proud parents of Franklin and Valeria.

Ben is also married to Alicia.

And Johnny is dating the Korean pop singer Luna Snow.

As for their appearances.

Reed, Sue and Johnny all have fair skin, while Ben has his trademark orange, rocky skin.

Reed has brown eyes, brown hair in his usual style with the curl at the front, a slender frame with an athletic build, stands at 6'3 (two inches taller than his usual height), and is 39 years old.

Sue has blue eyes, long wavy blonde hair, blue lips, an hourglass figure with an average build, stands at 5'8 (two inches taller than her usual height), and is 37 years old.

Johnny has blue eyes, spiky blonde hair, a lean frame with an athletic build, stands at his usual height of 5'10, and is 26 years old.

Ben has blue eyes, a large, wide and broad frame with a blocky build, stands at 7'1 (about a foot and a one inch taller than his height.....kind), and is 40 years old.

As for their outfits, it's essentially the same ones from the Marvel Adventures universe (which in the case of Reed, Sue and Johnny, were the same outfits they wore in the Ultimate Universe, but with black gloves and boots of their classic outfits.

As for their special skills in this series.

Reed can take on different forms, each with a different physical enhancement. Like an insanely muscle-bound form that grants him incredible strength or a big-footed form that grants him incredible speed.

Sue can create all kind of constructs out of her forcefields, including living ones of things like animals.

Johnny can also do the same thing, but with his flames.

And Ben can send out powerful shockwaves and waves of earth but stomping or slamming the ground.

Fun Fact: Once a month, the FF take their family and students out to a night at Cosmic Ray's Starlight Cafe in Cosmopolis.

Captain America (Steve Rogers)

Characterization-wise, Steve is what you would usually expect from him.

Among the heroes of the realm, he's by far the most respected, given that the stories of his heroic escapades from the past served as a inspiration to just about all of them.

As for his personal life, he works part-time as a freelance cartoonist and as the art teacher of Avengers Academy.

He's also now married to fellow Avenger Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow.

As for his appearance.

Steve has fair skin, blue eyes, blonde hair in the same style from Avengers Assemble....

A broad frame with a muscular build, stands at 6'4 (two inches taller than usual), and is 37 years old.

As for his outfit, it's the classic suit, but with the shoulder star badges of his Ultimate outfit.

As for his special skill, it's pulled directly from the Ultimate Universe.

The Super Solider Serum, instead of giving Steve peak-human strength, it gave him superhuman strength.

He's around the same level as Peter.

Fun Fact: Growing up, Steve was always fascinated by American folk tales. So when he found out about The Land of Legends, he immediately went full-on fanboy, finally getting to meet the various folk heroes he read about when he was a kid.

The Incredible Hulk (Bruce Banner)

Characterization-wise, Bruce has finally gained control over The Hulk.

And even as The Hulk, he's pretty much how he's been portrayed in a lot of animated media since 2013.

Being more friendlier, levelheaded and intelligent than how he is in most other iterations.

Once again, largely thanks to Bruce finally having control over him.

As for his personal life, Bruce works as the chemistry teacher at Avengers Academy.

He's also now married to his longtime sweetheart, Betty.

As for his appearance.

As Bruce: Has fair skin, brown eyes, brown hair in the same style from Marvel Rivals.....

A skinny build, and stands at 5'3 (about six inches shorter than his usual height).

As Hulk: Has green skin, green eyes, messy dark green hair, a wide broad frame with an extremely muscular build, and stands at 8'6.

He's also about 35 years old.

As for his outfit......you can only do some much when you only wear purple pants.

As for his special skill.

As The Hulk, Bruce can generate and manipulate gamma energy.

Which he can either channel inward for even greater strength, or outward in the form of concussive beams.

Fun Fact: Bruce loves meditating, and one of his favorite realms to do so is Oriental Gardens. He usually mediates in either a clearing in a forest, or in a secluded garden.

Iron Man (Tony Stark)

Characterization-wise, Tony here, in contrast to.....just about every iteration of him since 2010, actually takes far more from how he was like in the comics pre-MCU.

Before Civil War ruined it.....

Still being charismatic and witty, but being more openly humble and caring.

As for his personal life, he's still the CEO of Stark Industries and serves as the technology teacher of Avengers Academy.

He's also now married to Pepper.

And before you ask, Jarvis isn't the AI within his suit anymore.

He's back to being his butler (a HUMAN butler mind you) and close longtime friend.

As for his appearance.

Tony has slightly tanned skin, brown eyes, long black hair and a Van Dyke beard, a lean build, stands at a 6'1 (6'4 in the armor, about two inches shorter than usual) and is 36 years old.

As for his outfit, it's the Model 29 Extremis Armor.

As for his special skill.

He has a special pulse cannon and a override mode that makes him even stronger for a brief amount of time.

Fun Fact: Tony has a special underwater suit with a steampunk theme to it. He got help from Captain Nemo when making it.

Thor (Donald Blake)

Characterization-wise, Thor is what you usually expect from him.

Also, as the heading above tells you, Thor is back to using the Donald Blake persona as his secret identity.

Which itself was still created by Odin after Thor was banished rather than Donald Blake already being an actual person who was……basically cursed.

As for his personal life, he still works as physician and serves as the history and mythology teacher of Avengers Academy.

He’s also now married to Jane.

As for his appearance.

As Donald: Has fair skin, blue eyes, short strawberry blonde hair, a stubble beard, slim build, and stands at 5’10.

As Thor: Has fair skin, blue eyes, long blonde hair, a broad frame with a muscular build, and stands at 7’0 (about six inches taller than he usually is).

As for his outfit, it’s the classic look.

As for his special skill.

Thor is able to tap into The Thorforce, a mystical force that allows him to control the powers of the storms without Mjolnir for a temporary amount of time.

Fun Fact: Visiting the realm of Astragard tends to be incredibly awkward for Thor, given the vikings and all. The dude can't go 30 seconds without getting praised and worshipped.

Ant-Man and The Wasp (Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne-Pym)

Characterization-wise.....

Hank is dead-ass kind of a hippie.

Plus, just like his iteration from The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, he's a pacifist who usually tries to avoid violence.

As for Janet, she's pretty much the same as she was in EMH.

As for their personal lives.

Hank runs his own research company, Pym Laboratories, and serves as the biology teacher of Avengers Academy.

Janet runs her own fashion company, Van Dyne Design Studios, and serves as the fashion teacher of Avengers Academy.

And yes, these two are married.

But thankfully, these two will actually be in a HEALTHY and LOVING relationship with no sort of abuse.

As for their appearances.

Hank has fair skin, blue eyes, long dirty blonde hair that he often keeps in the form of a ponytail, a soul patch, a lean frame with a muscular build, stands at 5’5, and is 34 years old.

Janet has fair skin, brown skin, yellow and black lips, brown hair in a pixie cut, an hourglass figure with a muscular build, stands at 5’10, and is 32 years old.

As for their outfits.

Hank wears the same outfit from EMH, but without the trunks.

And Janet wears her iconic yellow and black suit, but with the same antenna muffs from EMH as well.

As for their special skills.

Thanks to their usage of the Pym Particles, both Hank and Janet possess superhuman strength, speed, agility and endurance in their normal sizes.

Hank can create physical constructs with his ants.

And Janet can use her muffs to control bees.

Fun Fact: Being inspired by Paul Bunyan, Hank and Janet have tried making giant meals. While although pretty good, they still don't quite compare to the ones Paul makes.

Well that's all for now!

Part 3 should be out pretty soon.

I didn't think Part 2 would take me this long to release though.

But anyway, let me know what you guys think about the portrayals I had in mind for these characters.

And specifically, the Fun Facts.

I did those to kinda show off how the heroes interact with the other realms of The Magic Kingdom.

[the-kr8tor]

Imagine something like- Hobie, the coolest guy that you know, punk and anti fascist, bunch of piercings, a couple of self tattoos (hehe headcanon) and overall a really not-afraid-to-live guy,

except for motorbikes.

Then he becomes best friends with biker!Reader of COURSE!! And it takes a while to notice that he’s scared of hopping on one. You're is always talking about getting new things for MJ (the bike- hehe) and how yoy changed the plate to a flipping one so you can stop getting speed limit tickets lol.

But then one day you just turn to him and shouts "OH MY GOD! I NEVER GAVE YOU A RIDE!?!?" and he's completely frozen until a cracked laugh comes through and he just dismisses saying you guys don't have anywhere to go, it's gonna rain (it's not), you can do that another time and every excuse you can think of.

You accept his excuses with squinted eyes but you decide to not pry on it, until one day he needs a ride back home from one of the protests he was on because the pigs were getting aggressive. You literally fly to where he is, scared of something happening but he's in one piece once you get there.

But again, he's frozen holding the helmet. So he finally says the truth to you.

"I-I can't do this, love."

You stare at him confused, thinking N possibilities as to why he said that until you see his trembling hands on the helmet and you hold them tight.

"Just hop on and hold tight to me, I'm not gonna speed up, I promise."

He's skeptical, but it's not like he has much choice, the pigs are getting closer to where they are and the few rubber bullets he got gave him a limping leg. So he hops on and tightly hold onto you.

The ride is better than he expected, you did as you promised, holding his arms when you stopped and reassuring him nothing bad was gonna happen and that you're on the speed limit.

Once home, you take care of his limping leg and by the end of it, he's asking for another ride after a week so he can process the first one.

Oh yes he def has some self done tattoos that he may or may not regret bc he was much younger when he did it! (Ofc when you see them you'll be begging him to give you one!)

Lmaooo we all think he'd be into bikes and be an expert at riding them and being a speed demon but we've never considered that he may be afraid to ride one!! That's brilliant, bleaky! Oh the poor baby (he's 6'3" 😂) would be all "nah I'd rather walk" but when push comes to show, he'd be getting on lightning quick 😂 I bet he'd be apprehensive at first but he's not gonna show it to you. It's not like he doesn't trust you behind the wheel it's just he doesn't trust the other ppl driving on the road with you! What if some idiot hits you at full speed? So every time you ride your bike he's all "🥺 be careful okay?" But he won't say it bluntly it's more like "I'm your emergency contact right? Just makin' sure, love" he says with a cheeky smile.

And yess after he gets a taste of the rush while riding on the bike with you, he'd be asking if you can pick him up after gigs (even though he can web swing!)

[skyrim-forever]

Does Phy ever influence Arthano? Kind of like a cheeky aunt?

Phy: "Alright Arthano, you wanna learn how to pickpocket someone in full armor with no visible pockets? -w0 C'mon~ Auntie Phy will show you~"

Arthano: "Cool! >:0"

This is such a fun question! The answer is yes! although she doesn't really want kids of her own, definitely doesn't want to give birth because Y I K E S. But she does enjoy being an Auntie because she can still be loving and caring, but she's not their parent she can teach them the cool shit haha.

Do to various reasons, Arthano ends up returning to the Imperial City while the rest of his family is in Alinor and ends up just living with his Aunt Phy for the time he's 18-20. He expresses he wants to fight in the Arena but worried about how his parents would take it as my headcanons for the arena post-Great War is of a place of brutal showmanship. Being a great influence, Phy not only encourages him to do, taking him to join, getting him armor, etc. But let's him know his mother was quite good and somewhat famous back in the day. "They called her something else back then."

His first fight is against someone much shorter (he's around 6'3-6'4) and he's like "this doesn't seem that fair I don't wanna traumatize him" and Phy's like "MAKE HIS TEETH COME OUT OF HIS FUCKING NOSE", not quite that but the guy is missing three front teeth after he loses :P

This encouragement will lead to him inviting his family when they return and they get to witness him lick someone's blood off his axe because "it gets the crowd going, and it's fine that guy and I are good friends". Theodora tells him she's proud of him, he seems to have found a great outlet and group of friends, but that may have been a bit much for his father. This prompts a discussion between Phy and Ondolemar where he says "I was unaware we were sending him to be a degenerate." To which she says "Well, you did send him back to the Empire." He gets over it, mostly, sees Arthano is much happier than when they were in his homeland and is willing to accept they are very different. When Arthano becomes Grand Champion he is proud, because of course his son would be the best.