#so many questions and so little time to answer them!

[sierrale8ne]

celibacy / paige bueckers x fem!reader PART OF THE $$$4U COLLECTION ‘ it’s been four months and two weeks and 36 hours and eight minutes since you been pleased ’

summary after finding out you ended your sexual arrangement with paige for work purposes, she takes it upon herself to show you how much she’s been missing you and how badly she’s been needing you. warnings paige is a hornball that can’t comprehend why you’d want to obtain from having sex, sexual content, packing, strap-on sex, strap-sucking, spitting, literal cum eating like… p is a freak. from lena i felt like bringing back some old pairings so this is p x that reporter i wrote about a minute ago ( in my main masterlist titled easy access ) this is nasty, i’m ovulating so there’s that.

Paige had been accustomed to the life that came with being a star athlete: wake up, practice, treatment, class, nap, lift, and if all of that was completed, the occasional media interview.

Today was one of those days.

Her practice jersey is damp against her body, the navy blue compression shirt underneath clinging to her arms as she answers question after question. Tournament seeding, last year, the draft next month. All of it is the same, just enough for her to know exactly what to say and when to say it.

She stands patiently, arms crossed over her chest as she waits for the next question. And then it comes.

“Paige, is there any advice you’ve given your teammates— specifically Sarah and Jana— about how to handle the tournament now that they’re in it?”

Paige freezes.

It’s your voice, she’s known it well enough to be able to point it out in a crowd full of all other reporters. A voice she’s heard so many times that it became burnt into her brain— every tone, every shift.

You dig your way through to the front, and when Paige sees you— like really sees you for the first time in months— it’s the first time all day that her demeanor shifted. She’s always loved your work attire and how you prided yourself in looking your best. But today you’ve dressed down and she still thinks you look perfect. Low rise washed denim, New Balance sneakers on your feet, and a white shirt with some writing on the left shoulder that she can’t quite make out.

“I’m sorry, can you ask that again? I zoned out for a minute.” Paige clears her throat. The other reporters laugh but you stay focused, it your first media availability with Paige. You knew better than to crack, especially now. So you repeat the question, poised as ever and honestly Paige is a little shocked. She thought if anything you’d be just as off your game as she was. But you weren’t.

She stutters, and it’s so small that you almost miss it, but she answers anyways. “Just to embrace the moment. Pressure is a privilege, and they came here to preform on the biggest stage—” Her eyes bore into your own, blue like large pools of cerulean. The same eyes that once made you give up everything, toss away your morals, and submit to her. “— and we all got total confidence in them. Hopefully that translates to them having total confidence in themselves.”

You nod, thinking about how generic her answer was and how your boss would probably have something to say back at the office. It seemed like she always did, but that’s what came with being an intern, you’ve learned.

Media availability ends, and you are very glad that Paige was the last to be interviewed because you can’t wait to get away from her fucking gaze. You cut the recording on your phone, shoving it in the back pocket of your jeans, followed by sticking your notepad and pen in your purse.

You follow suit with everyone else, turning towards the practice facility’s exit doors to head back to the office. Until your stopped, a hand to your lower back that send a rush to your core.

You’re reminded of the first time. The way you danced against her at Ted’s her hand on your back, bending you over as you twerked her jeans, the feeling of the zipper against your ass. How she took you home, made your legs shake and your toes curl, just to become even more vulnerable with you in bed hours later. You learned a lot about Paige that night.

You learned even more about yourself.

That no matter what, as long as she was around you’d never be able to resist her.

It’s exactly why you turn towards face her right now, you hands cautiously gripping your purse and the other raking through your hair.

“Look who finally came to see me.” Paige’s nails rake along your skin, dangerously drawing you closer and closer to her.

You feel your knees getting weak already. She smells surprisingly good considering she just got out of practice, she looks even better. But you can’t. “Stop.” You groan, reaching back to brush her hand off.

“I’m just checkin’ on you, you good? It’s been a while.” Paige says, her voice sultry and a bit cheeky. She’s priding herself on the fact that she still has you like this.

“Paige, we’re not doing this here. I’m at work.” It reminds you of what you said the last time you had her. MSG in New York, another day you were supposed to be focused on work that ended up with Paige’s hand in your pants.

She nods, pretending to understand but the look on her face lets you know she’s thinking about anything but. “Okay, then come over later.”

The blonde had a way of making you go speechless every time you saw her, but right now you were literally at a loss for words. You made it clear when you cut her off— Paige was a distraction— so for her to stand here, so hellbent on getting you alone, in a way she once had you, was ridiculous.

You scoff, looking around at the now filing out hallway. You drag her off, fingers digging into the bicep that’s so fucking big you nearly are taken aback by it. “I’m not having sex with you, P. It’s done, you know that.”

“You’re tellin’ me whoever else you’re sleeping with makes it feel as good as me? Y’know that’s bullshit, ma.” She goes on, and you take a step back for your own sanity. A response bats around in your brain, you shouldn’t tell her the truth, she would get too confident. Too cocky. You didn’t need that.

It came out anyway, like word vomit. “I’m fucking celibate, Paige, there isn’t anyone else.” You grit through your teeth.

Paige’s eyes nearly glow and her mouth curls up into his God awful smirk that you’d want to slap off if she wasn’t so damn sexy. “You? You’re playin’.”

“I’m not. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to finish.” You mutter, walking across the hallway to the elevators plans sweating as you do what you know best. Work.

Your night ends with a much needed bath, soaking in the hot tub to soothe yourself of all the stress piled up throughout the day.

And the tension that only Paige Bueckers could give you.

She was good, you had to give her that. And what made it worse was that it was effortless. Paige didn’t have to say too much, or even touch you. All she needed was one moment, one instance where your demeanor shifts and your strength cracks and all of a sudden you’re her’s again.

You couldn’t shake your mind of her even if you tried.

And it made your core fucking throb.

When you finally do exit the bath— legs a bit sore from the attention you had given yourself between your legs— you cater to yourself. Legs smooth, and body smelling of sweet vanilla cashmere. You throw on some cute pajamas, matching silk with a top that fits you loosely. The plan is to get in bed, until you hear a knock at the door.

You trail to the door, manicured feet padding against the hardwood.

And then you open it.

And there she is.

At first, it’s like your mind is playing tricks on you. Because it’s been forever, and no one in their right mind would show up to their old fuck buddy’s apartment at this hour. Paige seems to be the exception.

She wears these dark grey Essentials sweatpants, slightly dirty and scuffed on the hems. They sag just enough for you to see a small edge of her Nike Pro’s when she lifts her arm over her head and her fingers run through her hair. Her hoodie matches, and that makes your knees buckle. The dark fabric makes her skin and hair look even brighter.

“Why are you here?” You sigh before she even gets a chance to speak. Being mean about it seems to be the only way you can think of to get her out. It’s for your own sanity anyway. You’ve never been able to rid her off for as long as you and Paige have known each other.

Obviously, you don’t know Paige.

Because she finds that so fucking attractive.

Paige bites her lip, trailing her eyes to your shoulder where the strap of your shirt has fallen. “I’m still on this celibacy thing. Like, are you sure? And why the hell would you want to do that?”

You have to laugh, because it’s hysterical that your vow to stay away from sex had UConn’s star player unable to think straight.

“Paige, I—”

“Seriously, we’re not having sex anymore because of what? Did I do something wrong? Am not doin’ it right, you gotta tell me.” Paige is babbling, and it makes you so embarrassed that you tug her inside the apartment before your neighbors can hear about it.

It’s unfathomable to you. “I didn’t think it was that hard for you to find someone else to sleep with, Paige.”

“It’s not! But you cut me off, and the first time I see you again you’re talkin’ bout some celibate. So, naturally I’m curious.” Paige attempts to explain, hands moving freely in the air as she talks and you stare at them the entire time. Her knuckles slightly red from the cold, veins adorning the back of her hand, and her long ass fingers. It was a taunt. As soon as you made it clear that you weren’t going, here she was. Testing you.

You take a step back, as if the distance would give you a clear head. “You’re a distraction.”

“What?”

“A distraction.” You speak up. “I can’t do my job with you texting me and telling me all the ways you want me in bed. I literally couldn’t focus.” You explain, and now that it’s said out loud you feel ridiculous.

Paige Bueckers was so good at fucking you, that it made it hard for you to do your job.

The blonde lets out a sigh of relief, dropping her arms down on your counter and leaning against it.

“You happy now?” You respond, sighing loudly.

“Ma—”

“No.” You cut her off quick. This is exactly how it went last time. And this time you had half a mind to know better.

“Let me get you there, baby. No distractions this time, I swear.” She murmurs, voice low and almost strained— hours of practice for the tournament to blame. “No way you don’t want it, ma, just please.”

Paige is walking towards you now, hands reaching for your hips and you let her. You actually don’t even think about moving. You can smell her cologne, warm and woodsy, sticking to the fabric of her clothes. Her hands trail off you to the hem of her hoodie, pulling it up and over her head.

Your eyes trail to the ground it falls on almost immediately, because Paige’s choice of a thin tank top and no bra leaves very little to your imagination.

“What do you want, ma?”

A whimper flies from your lips as her hand grips your chin, fixing you to look at her. Your hand grips her shirt for leverage, clinging to what’s left of your morals.

That’s when she knows she has you exactly where she wants you.

“Hmm? What do you want?” Paige repeats, dragging your hand down her abdomen until it rests at her sweatpants. And you feel it. Her sweats were baggy enough to conceal it, but as soon as you feel the length in your palm it’s clear that Paige was thinking about you the same way you were thinking about her in the bath. “You want it? ‘Cause y’know I’m always ready to give it to you.”

“I want it.” You whine, snaking a hand up to her neck, tugging her close to you.

Her breath fans your lips, a smile gracing her face that doesn’t even try to hide. “Yeah? Break this li’l streak you got goin on?” Her hand tugs your shirt strap lower down your arm, and the second it’s reached the furthest it could go you’re slotting your lips with hers.

She tastes like everything you’ve remembered her to be, minty but still sweet. Her lips are soft, vaseline smeared on them and transferring to your chin. You continue palming the strap through her sweats, and Paige groans like it’s an extension of herself.

“Want you.” You moan.

“I know. I got it, baby. I gotchu.”

Paige’s strap sits on your tongue as you greet it with tiny kitten licks. You should’ve known that Paige would’ve made your work for it after leaving her to dry for months. Which truly wasn’t your intention. Paige was attractive, women wanted her, and you expected her to get it elsewhere.

Obviously not.

Her back is flush to your couch, shirt hiked up to give you a view of her hardened nipples and perfect fucking abs. You grip the base, spit trailing down the length that you take into your mouth.

“Mhmm, put that fuckin’ mouth to work, baby. Lookin’ so sexy f’me.” She hums, pushing your still slightly damp hair out of your face.

You plant your hands to her thighs, taking the strap deeper just to prove that you can. A part of you thinks you enjoy showing out for Paige like this again, doing what she wanted when she wanted.

Her eyes flutter shut like she can feel your mouth, the warmth of your tongue running on the underside of her cock— and if she closes her eyes hard enough, she probably could. But the vibration is good enough.

“Four months. Four and a half fuckin’ months.” Paige says to herself between breaths.

You pull back to breathe, saliva connecting your lip to the tip. You’re completely mesmerized by her, you vulnerable she looks even when you’re the one on your knees with her cock in your mouth. You spit on it again, sucking it back into your mouth before taking the strap in again. You’re sure that Paige’s eyes roll into her head.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy.” She grunts, hips moving forward further towards you. “Gonna paint your face, I swear.”

Paige’s words send a throb to your cunt. You can almost picture it— her groans and slack jaw as she comes. You draw your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit that’s still covered by your pj’s. The stimulation makes you whine.

“That shit turns you on, ma? Just know you’re so fuckin’ wet.” Paige hums to herself. She decides to reach for your hair, tugging you up and off of her strap until you’re hovering over her.

Saliva dangles from your lip, and in her obvious lust, Paige sticks her tongue out. You’re left speechless. Paige was a freak, you knew that much, but she’s chasing after your fucking spit like she’s thirsty for it. Like she was dying in the desert and you were the only one to solve her thirst.

She almost slurps it up, the noise so vulgar that you moan in her face. Paige chases after your mouth, locking lips with you in a deep kiss. Your hips grind against the strap, paying no mind to the mess it’s going to create on your shorts.

“Need it inside me, P.” You plead.

“Celibate my fucking ass.” She groans against you, using her strength to push you to the other end of the couch. Her hands dig into your hips, clawing at your shorts so hard that you’re sure she’s going to rip them off of you.

You’ve never seen Paige like this, this needy, this horny. She dragged your mouth onto her cock with a fervor that was animalistic. Then now, her teeth nipping at your own lips so hard she might draw blood.

It’s hot.

It makes you upset that you held out on her for this long.

Paige’s hands slip to your shoulders, pushing the other strap down your arm and putting your tits on display for her. She breaks the kiss, lips trailing down your jaw, neck, and chest before finally reaching your nipple.

“Paige!” You moan, head thrown back in ecstasy as she pulls your shorts off next.

“No crotchless this time?” She jokes, making you think back to the last time she fucked you stupid. It gets her off, watching how desperate you are for her to make you come.

“I need you to fuck me,” You whine desperately, hand fisting a handful of Paige’s perfect blonde hair. “Please,” you beg. Your hips grind against the unbelievably long strap, almost as if they had a mind of their own.

“I like it when you beg.”

“I know.” You tug your black panties to the side. Paige smirks at how soaked you are, the way your slick drips through your folds. “Want your cock, P. Please.”

With your help in spreading your legs Paige is tapping the tip against you. The wetness of your pussy filling her ears like the sound of music. Your mouth falls agape at the sudden pressure. and she takes the opportunity to fill your mouth with her own spit. A fat glob falling on your tongue and you swallow it almost immediately.

“Tell me you want it again.”

You sob, body aching in need. “I want it, I want it, Paige.”

Without hesitation, the athlete thrusts forward, burying all eight inches balls deep inside you. It’s so foreign, months of being away from her to blame. A collective gasp escapes both of your mouths. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head while her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’. Paige eyes you like a piece of meat before connecting your lips again in a heated frenzy. Your back arched into Paige’s as she gripped your hips and began roughly pounding into your cunt.

“You hear her? Just screamin’ for this dick, baby.” Paige hums, her words sending a rush of more arousal out of you. A mixture of pleasure and ecstasy spread across your features as Paige established a fast and relentless pace. “You’re so fuckin’ easy.”

“Baby—”

She breaks the kiss. “Imma distraction, but you can’t get off without me. Can’t make this pussy cum the way I do.” The couch practically groans in protest, its durability tested as Paige’s grunts reverberated against your lips. The room filled with the intoxicating sound of your bodies colliding, skin slapping together in a sensual symphony that echoed off the walls.

You watch Paige tuck her shirt in her mouth, giving her a perfect view of not only where she digs you out, but your tits that bounce in her face.

She’s fucking the shit out of you. And that alone is enough to draw her close to that climax.

“Y-you— Paige, baby. You’re fuckin’ deep, fuckkkk!” Your eyes were tightly shut, face contorted in pure bliss as you cling to the blonde with every fiber of your being. Your legs wrapped around Paige’s thighs, ensuring that she couldn’t escape your embrace. “F-fuck! P!” You cry out.

“Fuck you stupid, yeah? Put yo’ ass to sleep. Make it feel so fucking good, huh?” She roughly pushed the fabric of your shirt over your head. The fabric slipped away, leaving you fully exposed. “Cover me in it, cum on me, ma.”

You want her closer, deeper, anything. So you wrap your arms around her neck, tugging the blonde so close that your forehead touches hers. She keeps thrusting, seemingly noticing that you needed more.

“I know you’re close.” You murmur, trying your hardest to keep your eyes focused on her. “Paige, oh my Goddddd—”

“Y—shit.” Paige’s legs tremble, and you notice the slight falter in her rhythm. “Fuck, you first.” She lets out a groan, followed by a chase of your lips. It’s soft, way softer than how she fucks you.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming— I’m gonna cum, baby.” You babble over and over, your resolve fleeting your body as your orgasm creeps up on you. Paige lets out a high pitched gasp, her face flushed with overwhelming pleasure.

She tried to hold back, to maintain her composure, but failed miserably. A moan of pure bliss escaped her lips as she thrusts once more, practically balls deep into you as she comes. You let out a moan yourself as you feel the warmth taking over your body.

Paige doesn’t pull out, only pulling back enough to swipe her fingers over the ring of come that you’ve left behind. She brings her fingertips to her mouth, riding them out your taste.

“You left me out to fucking dry for four damn months?” Paige asks, her breathing labored from the exertion. She brings her hand down to your cunt, clit completely swollen. Almost desperate. “Left me without this shit for too long, ma.” She mumbles around her hand yet again.

She’s cleaning you up with her fingers, every bit of your release finding her tongue in almost desperate sweeps. You whine at the sensitivity, but let her.

Because it’s Paige, and you can’t fucking resist.

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[cozmic-ash]

I am not immune to Emmrook baby

Read about my silly myriad of headcanons below the cut!

(Okay first I know half-elf children in DA don't have pointed ears and I understand why, but I think it's so cute I couldn't resist lol)

No shade to the people who give him a son but if Emmrich is going to have a biological child I NEED her to be a daughter, he has incredibly acute girldad energy and he and Rook already have a son in Manfred

Her name is Emmeline, after him :) I know everyone likes to name Emmrook children after his parents, but I imagine that's one of her middle names. Farah (Rook) is extremely apathetic about her attachment to the Mercar name and so she kinda insists on their child taking a bunch of name cues from Emmrich's side lol

(I imagine him, in turn, INSISTING that they work a Tevene (aka Latin lol) name in there somewhere, because she's THEIR child not just his!!! and she should have SOME kind of tie to that side of her heritage!!! and so he sticks Aurora in there and her full name ends up being a mess like Emmeline Elannora Aurora Volkarin or something lmao, way too many vowels)

I like to imagine him taking her to the safer levels of the Necropolis with him (and even then of course she must be covered from head to toe, and have her hair pulled back, and always stay within her line of sight, and etc etc etc) and she always brings him the 'fascinating' stuff she finds but really it's like always nug bones and pretty rocks lol (he is of course always VERY interested). Also she's the one who wants to dress like him

After Sylvia Feketekuty answered my question about how Watchers might view mourning jewelry over on Bluesky it got me thinking about how they might view like, baby teeth, given how highly they value the body. Baby teeth fall out naturally but what a waste to just dispose of them! So it amused me to think of them making their childrens' teeth into jewelry or dioramas or something like that; in Emmrich's case I think he's a sentimental-enough man to want things like that on his person at all times (Farah, of course, is always quick to point out that they fell out NATURALLY to non MWers lol)

Similarly, I like the idea of Emmrich having a little lock of hair from Rook, and also Emmeline, maybe also braided with his own :) Kept in a little locket or something, in his breast pocket, right up against his heart <333

Also in the last image I DID want to include Manfred in that cuddle puddle but I couldn't figure out where to put him lol

[themonkeycabal]

The Wheel of Time has been trending here lately and maybe you’ve not watched it but are considering starting it. Some tips for you from me, a book reader and show lover.

Season one is a little rough. Power through. It feels kind of self conscious as it tries to set up what is a very big world. Also they get hella fucked by covid shut downs and then protocols for the last two episodes. I wrote about what, how, and why that happened here. (edited to add: I liked season one, but I’ve seen a number of people complain it felt too slow and they got bored and gave up.)

Season two is much more confident. A much better season. The characters really start to develop and come into their own. The world grows. Yes there are a lot of characters - roll with it. Focus on Rand, Mat, Perrin, Egwene, Nynaeve, Elayne, Min, Lan, and Moiraine. The rest may come and go, you’ll pick them up over time. Don’t let it overwhelm you yet.

Season three, so far, is like they went “fuck it!” and hit the gas. We’re going big and grand. The characters know who they are (well, maybe not Rand, but that’s kind of his thing for a bit), the story knows where it’s going. It starts out slightly claustrophobic (for character reasons) in Tar Valon, but then it goes vast and beautiful. Really, ep 4 was phenomenal. People who say it may be the best hour of fantasy tv ever are not exaggerating. Moving, sad, huge, tight story, and lovely.

The show might not follow the books exactly, but that’s a good thing to me. The books have some issues. Some. Many, maybe. I’ve read them since they started, so I do love Jordan’s world, but I can admit the flaws. The show hits the right beats from the books, while giving room for exploration of different aspects of the world or characters, that maybe didn’t get the time they needed in the books. With this show I get so much more the feeling that this isn’t just a bog-standard fantasy world, this is a post-apocalyptic world that, 3,000 years later, is still struggling to recover and understand what happened, and over everything is the pervasive terror that it will all happen again.

Then aside from story, the show is truly beautiful . The cinematography is stunning. The world building vfx are grand- the reveal of the bore is terrible and breathtaking. Also, you will not find a better show for costuming - the fabrics, the textures, and how each country/culture has a distinct and “real” look. Look, it’s just a gorgeous, gorgeous show.

Give the show a chance. If you have any questions, I’m happy to answer anything and talk about it all.

[witherby]

(same anon) mouse!!! sorgy!!

Okay! Strange influx of mutilation-based hypotheticals I've been receiving lately, but okay!

This is not canon to the main Flittermouse series!

What would your family + Kon do if you lost an eye?

⚠️ vague description of injury, loss of an eyeball ⚠️

Masterlist is Here!

Bruce:

Get you a doctor and try to keep you as chill as possible. This man has trained himself not to panic in terrible situations and he is going to stay so very calm and cool and collected, so that you feel like he's got this under control.

"Hi, honey. I can see we've got a bit of a problem on our hands. Don't freak out — I'm gonna figure this out for you, alright? Keep that eye — the socket — keep the eyelids closed. Yes, great. Press this towel gently to your face and hold it there. I'm taking you to the hospital. Are you — okay, and the shock has set in. It's alright. I'm right here. It's okay."

Hal:

Try not to pass out. There's just a socket where your eyeball should be. That's insane. He's calling Bruce for help and not looking at you. He's actually quite frightened that you ended up this way and the guilt at his initial, improper reaction is gonna tear him apart later.

"Oh my god?? What happened!! No don't tell me, we have to get you help first. Holy shit. How did you lose a whole — gag — eye? NO don't tell me!! It's okay, Mousey, it's fine! Deep breaths, don't pass out. You look like you're gonna pass out. Me?? I'm not gonna pass — hrk — I'm good I'm good. How is the whole thing gone like that!? NO DON'T TELL ME. BRUCE ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE —"

Alfred:

Following a similar procedure as Bruce. Keeping himself calm so that you'll try to be calm, while he's getting you help.

"I've actually seen something similar to this happen before. I'm former British Intelligence, there is very little that's new to me, my darling Flittermouse. Come, let me administer a pain killer and then escort you to my car. I'm sure that smarts quite a bit. Watch your step — forgive the poor choice of words. I have you, dear. Let's get you to the emergency room and get that taken care of. All you have to do is stay awake."

Dick:

Almost passed out, not gonna lie. There's a hole in your head that isn't supposed to be there. It's fucking horrifying. Only his years and years of training help him keep his cool enough to get you to the emergency room, but after that he's breaking down and crying.

Jason:

Takes you to the ER but he's asking you as many questions as possible before you succumb to shock.

"What happened? Who did this? What do you remember? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

After you're in the doctors' hands, he's chasing leads so he can kill the bastard that cost you an eye.

Tim:

He's freaked. Worse than Hal even. I think he deserves a big character flaw so he'd actually be incredibly squeamish. Can't do the gorey shit at all. Like, can't breathe, can't look at you, can't-do-anything-except-have-a-panic-attack kind of freaked. His panic feeds into your panic until you're both uselessly crying into a phone calling 9-1-1. It works, and help comes, but boy he does not have control of the situation.

Damian:

At this point, you're old enough that Damian is in the middle of his doctorate program and residency, if not already done with it. He's doing a fantastic job treating the wound and making sure you don't get hurt worse or it gets infected, before he can't do anything more without surgery and takes you to the hospital.

Medical jargon flies out of his mouth when he talks to coworkers and seamlessly guides you through the corridors to the correct area, communicating what you need and having them prep a surgical team.

In-between it all, he's not giving you meaningless platitudes but he is telling you that everything is going to be fine. You'll likely have some bad depth perception for a long time, but this isn't the end of anything. You can go to culinary school. You can apply for a business license. You can keep dating the alien half-breed idiot. You'll just do all of that with one less eyeball. And the person who did it will die, but you don't need to bother yourself with that. It's fine.

+ Conner:

You'll be flown to the hospital in 0.2 seconds. He's not asking questions, he's not making any phone calls, he's just taking action. He gets you help, he tells you he'll be right back, and then he goes and alerts your family as to what happened.

Now that the most important bits are done, he's using his powers to get a lil freaky. He knows what you smell like, so he's tracing back your blood to try and find your missing eyeball so he can kill whoever took it. No questions asked. Sorry, you don't get to hurt his mate and also survive the next 24 hours. It's just not happening. Don't blubber, don't bargain, don't try to explain yourself. Just die.

After his errands are done, he isn't leaving your side again.

[fairlyabookie]

the things you do that got them head over heads (pt. 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Jade - accompanying him on a hike

The evening skies, a perfect shade of violet and pink, heralded the time to hike. Classes, lengthy lectures completed with more homework, had finally concluded and so, with a simple trot over to the premises outside of campus, Jade’s club activities officially started. You wanted to tag along, wanting to get a change of pace outside of class - besides, you were getting burnt out from studying your butt off for exams. Being the gentleman that he was, Jade agreed to your wishes, allowing you to come along as you wished.

Matter of fact, he was quite excited when you approached him to go hiking with him. He had to withhold every urge he had to tell you the many routes he goes for his hiking activities. With a small smile, he offers his equipment and a journal of the flora he had encountered on his travels, another journal for the mushrooms - don’t ask.

Jade would gladly indulge your curiosities, already answering the questions you have in mind about the surrounding nature. He practically memorized each form of life from his hikes, saying a factoid or two and consulting his journal to point out his observations about it - he might’ve consumed one or two just to taste-test.. As he explained every detail of his travels, he caught a glimpse of your attentive gaze, a tender smile on your lips as you listened. His words faltered for a moment as he found himself lost in those beautiful eyes.

“Mm, were you saying something, Jade?” You perk an eyebrow. A quizzical look replaces Jade’s expression, his cheeks are colored a peony-pink. He turns around, clearing his throat to recover his demeanor. You totally didn’t see him staring. “I’m alright, [Reader]. Let’s continue on.” He offers an arm, fixing his gaze on the path ahead of you.

Silver - waking him up

Slumber lay upon Silver like a heavy blanket, a canopy of pleasant dreams flickering in his vision as a gentle wind tussles his locks. He opens his eyes, his vision alight with colors of spring, floral scents of blooming flowers drift along, as the heavy veil of sweet dreams lifts from Silver’s mind.

He sees the sky opening up to him, the beautiful blue sight for sore eyes. The lunch hour was the perfect time to nap, where he isn’t scolded by Sebek for showing poor decorum or Riddle for neglecting his club duties. A yawn escapes from his lips, the remnants of sleep lingering in his body. A chuckle startles him from his stupor. Of course, you were waiting for him to wake up.

As if on cue, the critters and birds surrounding the second year disperse, their departure an official conclusion to his daytime slumber. You stifle a chuckle, a childish thought passing your mind as you witness the exodus of animals taking their leave.

“Did you sleep well, Sleepyhead?” An affectionate smile cross your lips as you offer a hand for your classmate. It was hard not to ignore the thump on his chest as he pulls himself up. “It was very restful.” He replies simply, stretching out fatigued muscles and knots on his body.

Jamil - insisting him to rest up

Working was second nature to Jamil - the second he gets up from his bed, a million things come to mind. A break means nothing to him as soon as he proceeds with his routine, from waking Kalim up to preparing meals for the dorm - he had no time to commit to himself save for a meal or two. When you catch a busy Jamil in the middle of cleaning up, you have to force him to stop.

Jamil’s thoughts screech to a halt as you place yourself in front of Jamil, a firm grip on his hands. Your lips form a pout, one he saw too often from his little sister, but one that meant business to his apparent dilemma. Guess I’ll have to go through this before I do anything, the second year thinks to himself, bracing the inevitable as you take him to an empty seat by the common room.

From that point on, you placed a ban on Jamil not to enter the kitchen under any circumstance - that fed wonderfully to his paranoia. You were very adamant about this, even throwing glares his way to ensure that he didn’t move from his seat. A few moments later, you emerge from the kitchen, along with the residents, a meal palette befitting of a king and a couple of self-care supplies.

A stunned Jamil watches you tend to him, reclining his seat back where he sees you work your magic. The others, now in the absence of Jamil’s usual machinations, reigned in the kitchen - with Kalim in tow - as they set the dorm for a feast, even providing a portion for Jamil when you finish up with him. “You are to rest, Mr. Viper. An hour of rest shouldn’t bother you, no?” A teasing smile from you was enough to shut him up - did he have a weak spot for you already?* He says nothing, letting you work the treatment befitting of a king.

Kalim - inviting him to your very own party

Kalim had a penchant for parties, and boy, does he know how to throw one. His skills as a capable host would more or less impress those who came by; their expressions a blend of excitement, eagerness, and surprise when he shows them hospitality befitting of a king.

Of course, a party always meant a change of pace, somewhere one could unwind and relax, somewhere where they could detach themselves from reality. Alas, a party could last for so long and happen occasionally - too much would do terrible on the mind, and he certainly didn’t want to accidentally upset folks by doing more parties.

You, on the other hand, approached him with an invitation: an invitation to your humble home at Ramshackle Dorm for a small hang-out with friends. A simple hang-out, nothing bombastic, nothing too extravagant; a quaint get-together between friends, coupled with games, entertainment, and snacks for everyone.

To say he was touched was an understatement of his feelings when he came to your party. Here, he was bonding time with friends and just having a good time. Kalim reaches out to you with a hug, “Thank you, thank you, [Reader]!” You reciprocate the hug with a sweet smile. “It’s really no biggie, Kalim. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself here.”

author's note: I played with too many ideas with these concepts; spare sanity. joking aside, I hope you enjoyed these, and please feel free to share, like, and comment!

[sramoonlight]

Like you need to

What if the batfamily had their own spidey?

Content you’ll see here: Batfam, neutral!reader, subtle crossover, weird romcom.

English it’s not my first language so please be patient.

One hundred and ninety six calls, seven counting the one you’re doing right now but still, no one is answering across the phone, your stomach feels like is about to empty itself and you can’t do more than call your mother’s phone over and over again, begging the next time you hear her voice isn’t from a voice mail

Your eyes feel heavy, now that you notice, they’re not heavy just they’re crying not because you’re sad, you’re scared

Where is your mother? You can’t but wonder if she’s okay, if she made out of it alive and you want to know how did she know about this

Your heart is beating fast, faster and faster as you heard someone sitting beside you

— Hey little bird, you need to get out of this — Dick, the person who seemed like he wanted to bond with you caress your shoulders trying to calm the storm in your head — Everything is gonna be alright —

But how could you think that? Your mother, the one who helped you be a spidey and the only one who seemed to care about you, she’s gone

Wait, your mind started to wander, then you realized, she plot this to have you away from the city

King ping? You thought he was in jail, he is supposed to be in jail, did he escaped? Your mother knew?

But that questions were nothing if no one was there for you to answer, your head moved to be on Dick’s shoulders feeling him rubbing your shoulder

— you’re going to be just fine, this will pass — you’re too tired to even care if it okay or not, you just want to rest and wait for you mother to contact you

— Birdie, Bruce went to recognize your mother’s body — a whisper that you tried your best to ignore, you want to pretend she’s still alive and she will call you this night

Dick kept talking about loosing someone, but you could only look at the floor of your room trying to ignore his words, your mom is not dead, she can’t be

But you’re slowly starting to believe it

Another day, you weren’t at school at this moment, just because Bruce let you skip it for you to think about what happened, you still can’t seem to understand why everyone acted like she was dead before you could know it, being called a Wayne even if you’re still a (last name) it just makes your heart yearn for your mother’s love.

You stopped walking, Gotham is a place dark for sure so you had to stop just to see where you’re going, it is not night yet but the city of crimes can have you running for your life in seconds

Until your spidey sense tickled, you look around the street trying to know why it is acting like this, and you went out of breath

Kingpin was leaving a car, you aren’t imagining things, he’s there! He’s too big for even think is someone else, immediately you put on your hood making your way to where he just entered.

Silence, you can only hear your breath as you climbed into the building, you had to hide beside a window to not be seen and still hear what they’re saying

— I’ve done my part, you have to do yours — you don’t understand what he’s talking about so you took a peek, is that a man with a black mask?

Your brain started to look for the profile of that person, that’s it! Black mask! Quite fitting name actually, Gotham’s crime lords doesn’t have a point in creativity.

You could see, they had many of their employees around them so you had to be careful, a bad movement and they would see you, probably shoot you

— I know, I’m a man of word, you’ll have what you want on October 20th — October 20th? That’s just a month apart, know you wonder what are they planning and why is taking so long

They shared a hand shake before kingpin left the building, so did too looking how he left

Whatever he’s doing, it cant be good

You sat down on the street, it’s your time to think what is he doing

An accident on Alchemax, it’s not quite normal to have one of that kind knowing that they’re a lab, Kingpin leaving jail and going to Gotham to meet a crime lord, that’s what you got

So convenient, you just came to Gotham and now he’s here

Wait, what position did your mother had? Secretary, no, that’s not-

Assistant

Your eyes widened as you had your first shot, the accident happened at 4 pm, the moment where your mother usually had lunch and the moment where you usually drop by her lunch

If you were there, you could die with her

“I can’t neglect you”

Neglect? That’s stupid, even if she was busy as hell she would never said that

“Gotham is dangerous”

Gotham isn’t dangerous for someone of your type

Your mother hide a code that you didn’t see!

If you were still at New York and luckily you didn’t died, you would be now living at your aunt’s not with your dad at Gotham

You couldn’t see King ping at Gotham

— Mom, why did you send me here? —

…

Let’s start this again, shall we?

Your name is (Reader) (Last name) Wayne, but in your heart you’re still just (last name)

You were bitten by a radioactive spider and for the last two years an eight months, you’ve been the one and only spidey

Of course your job as the New York hero isn’t exactly easy, you still have to fight villains and fight and fight

But no matter what, you will always get up

And now it’s your time to reach your most wanted goal, save the world as your mother commanded you to do.

Gotham has a lot of vigilantes but that can’t do nothing to you, they need you at this city and you’ll give them what they need

You took out your suit, your intuition told you to bring it on your backpack and you can’t be more than thankful, you hide in an alley putting it on as fast you could

Oh! Don’t forget to attach your backpack with your spider webs, now that you’ve done that.

You started swinging across Gotham city, now is your time to show king ping that you’re here.

Stopping little crimes you saw how the civilians seem to know who you were being excited to have spidey saving them

— Can I get a pic Spidey? —

— Of course! —

You posed doing a peace sign, how could you say no to your fans

—You! You’re a New York hero — You jumped out of you place seeing how a yellow suit guy pointed at you, you recognize him as Signal

— Well, Gotham need me too, don’t be mad, we can share the daytime — You chuckled shooting your web to take the selfie

You moved to shake your hand with the vigilante

— Your friendly neighbor Spidey, happy to work with you — the man hesitated before shaking your hand, behind the mask you smiled at him

— I should go now, let’s meet other time — in an instant you shoot a web swinging out of the alley

The vigilante look where you just disappeared, Bruce it’s not going to like this

— They’re so cool, aren’t they? — he almost forgot about the civilian who smiled at him, he needs to admit it, you’re cool.

Let’s get back to you!

The sun was starting to fall and you were sitting at a near roof scrolling through your phone, twitter was blowing up with your name and you let out a chuckle

A chuckle that didn’t last long until you hugged your knees

Spidey things feel good, but the feeling of not having your mother there makes you feel empty

But you know, that’s your mother’s wish

— Ah! I should go to the manor again — You didn’t feel like calling it your home, you swing back to where is supposed to be your new house.

But in the way home you saw how a woman was being robbed, you should just wait for a vigilante to come, Signal was a thing but meeting with someone like Robin would sure get you on trouble with Batman

Fuck off! You can’t let this happen, quickly you shot a web to the thief taking away his gun

— The night starts and you start stealing too? Geez, try stealing someone’s heart — you joked punching the thief, the fight was going to be a short one, not because you don’t like beating the shit out of a bad person

But because the night was the Batman’s moment, you can’t let him see you.

You smiled now that the job is done, patting your hands as you tied the person with your webs

And your spidey sense tickled, you look behind you before someone cuts your arm, a quick movement back to avoid being stabbed

Oh god, you looked at your new opponent, Robin is looking at you with his katana on his hands

— You’re at someone else’s property — his voice sounded too cold for you to think that he’s really a kid, you looked at your arm where the cut was

Your suit arm is ripped, it sucks knowing that it was your mother who used to fix it

— I- you’re pretty rough for a kid huh? Bye! — You escaped before he could do something else

Your arm aches so much, it hurts to even swing around.

How could you not sense it coming before? You know Robin is someone with badass reflex but you didn’t know he had the power to fool your spidey sense

You climbed the manor walls to get to your room, opening the window slowly as you entered the room taking off your mask

— Stupid kid, is he a trained assassin or what? —

Spidey sense

You looked at the door, Tim drake, the man who you didn’t talked to before was standing on the frame looking at you

You could see a plate of food on his hands, fuck, did he went there to give you dinner?

— I- I can explain — you tried to find an excuse, you need to find one

— Sit on the bed — He sighed, leaving the plate on your nightstand, you did what he commanded like a puppy

He walked to your bathroom to grab a first aid kit, did you had one there?

He sat down beside you disinfecting your wound as you look at him, he looks so good at doing it like he does that every day. He was in silence

— How did you get this? A wound like this can only be do in a certain way, god, I can see your beans —

You blinked

Looked at the wound, he meant the yellow dots on it? What a weird way to say it, and it isn’t even that deep right?

— I won’t tell no one I saw you like this, but you need to tell me why are you doing this — the why was a good question

You could tell him your story since you got your powers, but you’re sure he didn’t meant it like that, and you’re still too scared to even say your thoughts

But his eyes are kind, so understanding that you had to say it

— I know my mother sent me here for this, I just know she did — you explained it, your lips starting to trembled sending you a shiver of confusion

Oh, you want to cry

— And I need to do it, it is stupid but the feeling of needing to do something about it makes me do something without thinking and I —

You didnt noticed when he finished his job at your arm, and now he’s holding your hand like his life depends on it

He looks.. like he understands every single word you just said, like he does feel that too

— I’ll help you with that — you blinked, a single tear rolling back on your cheek

He hugged you, and for a moment you just let yourself cry in his arms, the tears you held back for hours are now being let out as you hold him tightly

This man, you didn’t talk to each other before and still he understands every action you take

Your first ally on this fucked up city

Your tears are now dry as you looked at the mask in your hands, you just told Tim what you saw, and also he just told you he’s Red Robin, quite convenient, is your father Batman? Probably now

He walked across the room thinking, with that clues he can’t seem to find an answer just like you did

— My god, I just can’t understand why is he here — he mumbled under his breath before facing you

He sighed, it was pointless to keep thinking about it without any more clues, you looked how he reached for his phone tapping something

— If we want something about Black mask we need Red hood — You raised an eyebrow, so did he noticing your confusion, after a seconds he nodded, of course you don’t know who Red hood is

— He’s a vigilante, well more like an anti-hero, doesn’t matter — of course it is weird to call him, more when he isn’t like anyone could think, weird again.

He sighed, before sitting at your side once again mumbling something that you couldn’t understand but still, you didn’t looked like wanting to.

— First, I’m going to do a quick research about Black mask latest business — He mentioned more for himself as he cupped his chin thinking about it

You fidgeted your fingers before he smiled at you

— what about if we go on patrol tomorrow? You and me — for a weird reason your heart jumped, it was your first time patrolling with another hero.

You nodded on excitement, your mother would be so happy to- oh, right

You looked at your arm, you don’t know how but you need to get this fixed, but as you saw your suit Tim did too

— Take it off — Your cheeks went red in an instant

— Not- no like that! —

— Tim we are siblings, but if you want — You attempted to take it off, in seconds he pulled it up not letting you do that

— I’ll go out! — You chuckled seeing him leaving the room, quickly you changed for more casual clothes calling him once you were ready

He entered the room again, taking your suit

— I’ll get it for you tomorrow night, let’s see us at the Central Park at eleven o’clock —

With that he left the room once again, you sighed thinking of how much you did today

You fall into the bed, groaning at the feeling of your arm aching, it sure hurts but whatever, you’ll be fine

— Good night mom — You whispered for yourself closing your eyes.

Swinging to your meeting point you fell looking for Tim, you can’t see his body near and you had to check your phones clock to know if you had come earlier

— You made it on time — you felt that words like a weird dejavú but still, you smiled at him — I’m always on time —

You turned to see him on his Red Robin suit, if you didn’t knew he was Tim you could just walk away, he handed you a device and you had to take it closer to your eyes to see what it was

Is.. like an earphone? One very small

— Sorry Red, I don’t use AirPods since someone broke one on my ear — you shook your head moving his hand at his body

— Good point, but you need to use it so we can be in communication —

Oh, you took it looking at it, it was actually a comm, how convenient

How could a small thing like this can do such a big job? Without saying a word you pulled your mask up just where your ear started

Quickly, you put in on

— Just don’t press the right button or you’ll change the signal, we don’t want Oracle to know you have one — who’s Oracle?

Whatever, you putted your mask down again nodding at his words, you were more than happy to do this

— We need a duo name — you said as he pulled out a gadget, are you going to swing together?

— Follow me —

You shot your web where he just used that weird gadget, it surprised you how quick it was but as much as you wanted to give him credit

You did better, swinging beside him you two made your way to some building

— How you do that? — He asked pointing at the way your body move along your web

— Im part spider so my body changed to match one — he made a disgusted expression, you know what he’s going to say — No, I don’t shot webs from my butt —

He chuckled surprised that you knew what was on his mind, of course he was interested in this kind of stuff, maybe because seeing a meta human isn’t normal

You shot another web swinging in a quick move, he had to stop in a near roof

— I can carry you — you said stopping beside him, he seemed hesitant — for the to be quick — he had to accept it.

You opened your arms feeling how he hugged your neck as you pulled him by the waist, he’s a little taller than you but you’re used to carrying people on your hands, usually when your mother was late and you had to drop her off.

— Ready? —

— Ready —

You shot your web swinging faster than before, you heard how he made a sound filled with fear making you chuckle

He’s too cute for this, everyone is scared of their first spidey swing but he seemed like he didn’t wanted it to show

— On.. on the right — You smiled at how his voice trembled, he took a moment to clear his voice and that just makes you even more amused

He patted your shoulders after a seconds so you arrived at a roof, he went off of your arms walking to the edge

You took this as a sign to move behind him peeking to see the streets, you can recognize how some King ping’s men are taking something out of a truck giving it to Black mask’s employees

— this is some kind of exchange? — Red Robin mumbled for himself as you looked closer

— This is.. their dealt must be something like a big machine or something — You said thinking about it, if Alchemax is here that means they’re building something

Something that can’t be good

Your eyes kept looking before you lost sight of them, now wandering across the building

What the..?

A door is glitching, what is wrong with that? Is that even possible?

You tried to catch Red Robin’s attention but he kept analyzing the situation, maybe you saw it wrong? Yeah, that should be

— Im going inside — You said getting up, he looked at you surprised but after a seconds he nodded

Quick shot and you were climbing to enter through the window, making your presence unknown you made your way to hide behind a box

— Isn’t your boss crazy too? Mine says that he saw something and now we are here — you heard one of Kingpin’s man talking to Black mask’s, even bad people can grow tired of their boss, how funny.

You took a peek, the other band member hummed as he wrote something down

— They are all, just mine doesn’t think it exist a multiverse —

— Now that you say it that way, it sounds stupid — the man laughed before taking the papers from the other one, you don’t understand what are they talking about but it looks like something out of their mind

You saw how a person with a lab coat, you looked quickly for handcuffs of something that could mean he’s being kept here without his consent but..

He seems fine

— We’ve done the final test, maybe for tomorrow we’ll have the machine ready to try time travel —

What did he said? You pressed the button on the comm

— Hey Red… uhm, do you believe in time travel? — you didn’t heard something back

Instead you saw how he entered the building hiding from the people down, that was a good way to tell you that he isn’t believing a word you just said

— Thank you, we’ll contact you later —

Kingpin’s man left the building without saying any more words, you need to leave before they notice you.

[kenyummy]

Helloo, i had a question regarding Spidey, how did they become spidey :3, how did they react when they first got their powers, how long did it take for them to get used to it, how long it took for them to become spidey officially and how did others react to it as well? apologies if this doesn't really make sense since english isn't my first language, or if it was already answered 😓but overall loving the series 🦈

hiihiiuu!!! thank you for the ask! ❤️❤️❤️

okay so i kind of already had an idea in mind for how long they'd been spidey—around three years, getting their powers when they were 14-15 and being spidey ever since.

spidey's origin story is mostly the same as the original peter parkers'—bitten by a radioactive spider, losing uncle ben yadda yadda yadda

just like peter parker too—they were originally really freaked out when they got powers suddenly, and the spidey sense made it pretty hard to concentrate in class (aa flash thompson seemed to pose as a constant state of danger to you).

but eventually, after realising the power you held—you sewed your first suit, ran through the city, and became the one and only Spidey.

however—unlike spiderman, who typically worked alone for most of his early run, spidey became involved with the fantastic four pretty early on in their career.

she'd first met ben grimm during a fight—they clicked pretty fast and worked well together. then they met reed and sue—reed was lecturing at their highschool for a special appearance, and sue was waiting in the building for her husband to finish, when the school was attacked.

at this point—spidey really only had their strength and wall crawling to really help them fight—so after running to the bathroom to change, they helped out reed and sue in attacking those pesky doombots.

the last one they met was johnny. they'd seen him on television prancing around like a peacock—but never expected to meet him like this. captured by a.i.m. and held prisoner, spidey had all the time in the world to bond with her cellmate.

at first, they thought he was pretty annoying. too full of himself for his own good. but after escaping with his help and thwarting their plans to remove the radiation from both you and johnny to use for themselves—you were a little less skeptical of the matchstick.

they never officially joined said team, but with how often spidey was wrapped up in their escapades, they may as well been a member.

also (this is a guilty pleasure what can i sayyyy) spidey and the heroes for hire TRUST I love you Luke cage...

and for the second part of your ask; of course in this universe—not many people that spidey knew before now know they are spidey, but here's the people who do, when they found out, and how they reacted—

aunt may : she found out in your eighth month of crime fighting—she'd caught you sneaking in through your window and collapsing on your bed after practically destroying yourself in a fight. she was shocked at first, but it soon turned to worry for how this would take a toll on you. she knows you're doing good, and is so, so proud of you—but sometimes she wonders of there will come a day even you can't do it anymore.

mj : in your first three months of fighting—she'd only discovered it after you accidentally called her "mj" when she was hurt bad in an attack on the school. you'd yelled so frantically—in that tone of voice she'd known so well. realising it was you, when she saw you at school next, she cornered you in the bathroom and demanded you admit it to her. you cracked after ten minutes, crawling on the walls as she gasped. she thinks you're the coolest, ever—but worries one day when you don't show up to school tommorow... and the day after that... and the next... and the next... until not at all.

harry : two years into your vigilante career—he found out after he became green goblin to avenge his father. finally tracking down spidey, the vigilante that led to his father's death, and beating them to a bloody pulp. finally reaching down and tugging the mask to find out who "killed" his father in cold blood—only to find it was you, the person he'd been in love with since he was 12. his blood ran cold and he dropped to his knees, tears immediantly welling in his eyes. at that moment, he knew spidey didn't do it. you never could've done it. you would never kill his father. your relationship changed that day. for better or worse, you still can't decide.

those are the main civillians(?) who know your identity—it's getting a tad long so I won't mention what heroes do except for the fantastic four and most of spidey's previous flings.

I yapped a lot, but this was really fun to talk about—thank you so much for the ask my love!!!! ❤️❤️❤️🤭

[twinroomies]

oh jeez hello to ALL of you that's 250 followers wow

I, didn't have anything ready for that, or milestones... or anything really. Truth be told I really only started this blog YESTERDAY because I'd been working on and off on that comic I posted for a WHILE and it was Akane's birthday so I thought it'd be cool to finish it then... I have some stuff I'll be posting over the coming... uh... weeks. I shall attempt to keep this blog not barren, but to be real with you, literal crowd of people that have entered into my funny little house: I wasn't expecting... so many of you! Like I say in the FAQ, but, I also understand many of you might not have read it yet: I am a full-time freelancer, specifically, I'm an animator. This means that I am never OFF the clock, and when stuff gets busy... so do I. It's BUSY season right now, and I'm NOT a professional illustrator or even close to Akane's level!

Twin Roomies happens... whenever I can, and this comic took about 2 months for context. So... yeah.

I'm glad you like them so much, I promise to only throw them occasionally (often)! Here is a sketch I did a while back. Kris is also there, but this isn't about them right now! Shoo, back to your own comic, moss child! (Also, I am answering questions if you have them, those posts are queued and will come out as regularly as you have questions for me!)

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Swept Away🪻

✨Pairing: Pokémontrainer!Wooyoung x pokémontrainer!gn!reader ✨Prompt: Wooyoung and his partner visits the Heahea beach every day in hopes of seeing the trainer who swims with their Milotic and perhaps even gain the courage to get in the water to talk to them. ✨Genre: pokémon au, fluff, love at first sight, romance ✨Word count: 6k ☀️Authors note: after Hongjoongs and Seonghwas pokémon one shots it's Wooyoungs turn🥰 I'm really enjoying writing these pokémon one shots as I work on my other series as well💓 If anyone wanna be tagged in the other pokémon one shots as well just let me know and I'll add you to the tag list🫶🏻 🌟Tag list: @hongjoongspoetry

Wooyoung doesn't know when it started.

He doesn’t know when he suddenly incorporated it into his daily routine to walk to one of the beaches in hopes of spotting you swimming in the ocean with your milotic. Perhaps it was that one time he spotted you allowing some kids to pet your beautiful Pokémon or that first time he and meowth spotted you in the far distance, all alone in the ocean just swimming around while laughing with joy?

Either way he knows that he always wants to see you at least once every day if he’s lucky. It makes his heart race every time he sees you even if you’re just a dot in the distance and his partner has so many times teased him for the way he’s absolutely love struck by you. He’s tried to deny it but after the first few times of teasing he gave up.

He’d usually say something like:

“So what?! I’m attracted to beauty and kindness, can you blame me?!” And his partner would just snickers behind her grey paw looking at him with a sly smirk.

He no longer denies his crush on you and his partner have even taken to tease him when she spots you walking around in Konikoni City which often results in him quickly spinning around to walk the other way with cheeks the color of a tomato berry.

Will he ever gain the courage to walk up to you and talk to you?

Honestly Wooyoung doesn’t think that will happen any time soon. Sometimes he ventures out to Heahea beach to mantine surf which is something he really enjoys and to his surprise Meowth seems to love it as well. She always gets excited when he mentions going there and it makes him happy seeing his grey little friend run ahead of him, eager to get to the sea and feel the wind blast through her whiskers and her fur getting wet from the water splashing up at them as they surf.

Wooyoung is also well aware that you’ve watched him from time to time as he surf. The first time he realized you were watching he had ended up falling into the water after going up a particularly big wave. He had felt embarrassed that it happened in front of you but after spotting you smiling and laughing softly to yourself before you swam away holding on to your friend he suddenly didn’t feel so embarrassed because he made you smile and laugh. You had acknowledged him and that meant more to him than he ever thought it would. Though he made sure to never fall again, especially not after Meowth had scolded him, she had not enjoyed falling off the mantine and had let him know through some snarls and hisses as she clung to him so she wouldn’t be swept away by the waves.

"So where should we go today?" Wooyoung mumbles as he walks around Konikoni City, trying to figure out if he should make his way to Heahea beach or if he should perhaps see if him and Meowth should travel to Brooklet Hill or perhaps even visit the Lush Jungle.

"Mreeowwth." His friend points at a map, eagerly pawing at Heahea beach with a knowing smile and Wooyoung feels the tips of his ears grow red.

"You just like to tease me don't you?" He questions and she turns to him with an adorable smile and answers with a nyaaa.

Wooyoung groans and she snickers happily as she turns around and starts walking towards the road that will eventually lead them to the beach and you. Wooyoung has no choice but to follow her and he tries to fight off the smile that starts working itself onto his face. He truly adore his partner so much and sometimes he can't help but think she'd grow tired of him being lovesick while staring off at the distance where you might be but no she seems to enjoy it a lot.

Perhaps she likes romance more than he had given her credit for.

"Wait Meowth! We should get ice cream before we leave." He shouts and his partner turns around quicker than he can blink, her eyes having hearts in them at the mention of getting a treat before going to the beach.

"Mreeoowwth!" She skips up to him and her paw takes his hand dragging him over to the ice cream stand, pawing at the poster for the strawberry ice cream while looking at him with big pleading eyes.

"Hi one cone of strawberry ice cream and another cone with vanilla with caramel sauce on it please." He says chuckling at the enthusiasm his partner is showcasing as she looks on as the vendor fixes her ice cream.

The vendor scoops an extra big scoop for her before he hands it to Wooyoung who thanks him.

"Here you go Meowth." He hands her the ice cream before taking his own after he paid the vendor.

Then the two starts wandering towards the beach. The sun was shining brightly and the wind was blowing in a gentle breeze making it feel nice and relaxing as they walk the winding road towards Heahea beach.

At the beach were you, enjoying the warm but cooling water as the sun shone brightly. Floating around in the ocean was one of your favorite past activities.

Just you, the waves and Milotic.

Ever since you had learn to swim at the age of four you had not been able to stop coming to the beach to explore. There was always something to do in the ocean. Look at all the beautiful Pokémon's that existed in the ocean, swim around the coral reefs or even going clam hunting to see if you could find the prettiest shells to add to your growing collection. It had become even better when you at the age of ten had found your partner, but back then she had been a mere feebas.

Some kids on the beach had been bullying her and making fun of her so called "ugly" appearance and had even gone so far to throw rocks at her. And if there was one thing you did not accept it was bullying. So at the ripe age of ten you had thrown yourself at the kids and you had punched and bit them and even screamed at them to never do that to anyone again or they'd face your wrath once more.

They had run away crying after that but they never did anything mean again to anyone. Your little demonstration of what would happen had scared them enough into actually changing their behavior.

After that you had to build trust between yourself and feebas, she had not been very trusting of kids because of what they did but you were kind and treated her with kind words and food. Soon enough she'd dare to swim closer to you as you were exploring until she eventually was practically glued to your side.

The two of you became inseparable.

To the point where she'd be visibly upset when you had to go home for the day, so to fix that heartbroken look on her face you had tied a bracelet you had worn around her flipper so she'd always have a part of you with her and so that you'd find her no matter where she was in the ocean. She had been so happy and had done several jumps in the water to showcase her happiness and gratitude towards you.

What you hadn't seen that night as you had gone home was the gentle blue glow that engulfed your friend transforming her into her final form.

Ten year old you had been devastated when you had gone to the beach the next day and couldn't find her anywhere in the ocean. You had been so upset sitting at a random rock in the middle of the ocean crying when Milotic had made her entrance. At first you couldn't believe what you were seeing, unsure if she truly was your feebas who had evolved while you were gone. It was only when she showed you the end of her tail where your bracelet was snugly fitted around that you realized your friend had evolved.

After that you two had been inseparable to the point where you had asked if she wanted to become yours.

"Milotic?" Your friend breaks you out of your daydreaming as she gently nudges your cheek with her snout.

"Sorry I was daydreaming again." You say sheepishly and she tilts her head curiously at you, as if asking what exactly you were daydreaming about.

"I was thinking back to the day we met and the day I found out you had evolved." You tell her and she makes a happy noise at that, diving under the water and swimming under you before coming up on your other side again, splashing some water on you as she does.

"Hey!" You laugh before splashing some back at her.

"Milo, milotic!" She swims around you happily again and you decide to dive under water to see if you can hold on to her and let her guide you through the vast ocean.

As you hold onto her neck she swims away happily with you and you can't help the giggle that escape you as the two of you swim around, she swims up and jumps above the water before diving in with you still on her back again and you love the thrill of twirling around with her.

The deep blue of the ocean is shimmering beautifully under the scorching alolan sun, underwater it looks like beautiful pillars of light shifting through the ocean giving some parts a lighter color and the familiar feeling of being weightless enters your body. The two of you see Corsolas on the bottom of the ocean swimming around happily with each other and near the coral reefs, their pink coloring shimmering beautifully under the light reaching them.

You spot wishiwashies swimming together in a pool to imitate a bigger fish to scare away prey and you also spot shellders and chincous swimming around with the latter glowing in the darker parts of the ocean. There's so much beauty and serenity underwater and you love seeing it all, it's just as bright as the lush jungle on the island and as passionate as the Wela volcano.

As Milotic slows down a bit something catches your eye, something is shimmering at the bottom of the ocean. The shimmering intrigues you and the curiosity builds at the thought that it could be something exciting down there.

"Mhmm." You say with your mouth closed getting Milotics attention and she looks back at you and you point towards the shimmering spot at the bottom of the ocean.

"Milo?" She nods towards the bottom wondering if you want to go down there and when you nod she dives deeper to see what has caught your eye.

Your eyes widen when you realize that there is a small treasure chest at the bottom of the ocean and you reach to try and pick it up. It's heavy but you lift it up before feeling the familiar burning of your lungs. You quickly motions towards your friend that you need air and Milotic helps you quickly up to the surface.

You gasp, letting the air fill your lungs again, chest heaving as you take a few deep breaths. You hold onto your friend with one arm as the other clutches the treasure chest tightly so you won't drop it down to the bottom of the ocean again.

"Milotic." She nudges your cheek again, concern that you were under water for so long and you pet her snout gently.

"I'm okay, just needed to take some deep breaths to steady myself." You tell her and her gentle face looks at you before nodding. "Perhaps we can swim to the shore so we can see what's in this chest." You ask her with a smile, eager to see what the two of you have found.

She swims with you back to the shore, but this time she's much slower and gentler in the way she swims. You can't help but admire her, she's always been a graceful swimmer even way back when she was a feebas. There was no current nor strong waves she couldn't swim through back then and now she's even better. You rest your head on her long neck as you hug her, resting on her back. She had insisted you get on her back on the swim to the shore and you wouldn't refuse.

Your lungs still slightly burned from almost loosing all the air when you dove deep into the ocean. Legs and arms tired from the swimming, a break was needed and your partner was kind enough to help you out by carrying you on her back.

The wingulls flew above you and sometimes you thought it looked like they were dancing up in the sky with the clouds.

Wooyoung and Meowth had just reached the beach when trouble approached them. For some reason two grunts from the team that called themselves Team Skull had taken an interest in their arrival.

"Just give us your pokémon and we'll leave ya alone." One of them threatened, getting all up in Wooyoungs face.

"Excuse me?" He asked baffled by the audacity in the request. As if he'd ever willingly give up Meowth.

"You heard me you punk! Give us your meowth and there won't be a problem." The grunt said while doing some weird hand movements that made it look like he was trying to dance.

"If you think I'm going to give up my partner to you you're wrong. I didn't think you guys stooped to such levels." He says glaring at the two grunts who keep harassing him. His partner has taken to hide behind his legs, her paws gripping one of his calfs as she looks out from behind his leg at the two team skull members who won't stop bothering them.

"Hey man let's just both of us attack him. He's only got one pokémon and when we've attacked him we take his pokémon." The other grunt with pink hair says slapping her friend's arm.

"Great idea man!"

"I'm serious just leave us alone! Don't you have anything better to do with your life than trying to take others pokémon!" He snaps, neither him nor Meowth have participated in that many pokémon battles. They have here and there but most of the time they've just enjoyed life as it comes. Doing the trials on all of the four islands here in Alola and challenging the totem Pokémon's or the Kahunas has never really been their thing.

"Salandit come out!"

"Fomantis! Let's go!"

The two grunts throw out their Pokémon's which stands threathningly in front of him.

"Leave us alone!" Wooyoung tries one more time to be tough and make them leave but they just laugh in his face as they ready their Pokémon's to attack.

"Use ember!" "Use razor leaf!"

Wooyoungs eyes grow wide as he realizes they won't back down and all he can think of in that moment is to protect Meowth so he is quick to spin around, crouching down so he has her in a protective hug as the attacks hits him.

He shouts in pain at the leaves cutting some of his skin and the feeling of the fire burning his skin and Meowth looks at him worried. She tries to get him to move but he refuses.

"Come on man just give us your pokémon, this is such a drag." One of the grunts says and Wooyoung shakes his head and glares at them over his shoulder.

"Never. She's my precious partner and I'm never giving her away."

"Meowth!" His partner looks at him worriedly and he turns to her with a smile.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Tsk Salandit use ember once aga-"

"Milotic use hydro pump!!"

Wooyoung opens his eyes which he had closed to embrace himself for the incoming fire attack when he hears that voice.

Your voice.

And then he hears the grunts and their Pokémon being blasted by what must have been an attack from you. He turns around in shock and there you are. Standing on the beach, feet still in the water looking absolutely pissed at what is going on. He's never seen you angry before and you look ready to punch a guy if necessary to put a stop to this.

"I don't like bullying." You start, seething at what you had noticed going on at your beach. "And I especially don't like bullying when more than one gang up on someone who is weaker than the others or who is all alone. Attacking someone who doesn't want to battle you on the sole purpose of stealing their pokémon. I won't stand for it and especially not on my beach." You spit out glaring at the grunts who along with their Pokémon's had been blasted towards the rocks and were lying face down in the sand.

The grunts groaned and slowly got up from the sand, both of them glaring at you.

"Yo who do you think you are? The owner of this beach?!" The pink haired one screeches at you and your glare intensifies.

"I might as well be since I'm here every single day." You say before continuing. "But if you wanna pick a fight with him you might as well let me join in to even out the odds." You question motioning towards your own partner who is standing tall next to you.

Milotics gentle demeanor is gone and she looks intimidating as she stands there waiting for your next command. You raise one hand to wipe some of the water away from your face and that's when one of the grunts notices the bracelet on your wrist.

"T-thats a Z-ring!" He points in shock at your bracelet and you smirk knowing that the power of a Z-move is clearly scary to these grunts. From what you've heard only their boss Guzma and his second in command Plumeria got their own z-rings and z-crystals which they use in battles.

"Oh shit you're right... Hey sorry man... We didn't mean to cause trouble here on the beach we promise." The other one stutters out and you tilt your head at them both.

"Oh really? So you didn't mean to cause trouble when you attacked him and tried to take his pokémon?"

"No! It was just a simple misunderstanding we promise." "Misunderstanding?! You two tried to steal Meowth from me!!" The boy which they had attacked screeched and you could see the sweat starting to form on the grunts as you take a few steps towards them in anger.

"W-we're sorry! We won't cause any problems here again!"

"Man let's go before we get blasted by that powerful Z-move!!" The other grunt says before he turns around and takes off running, his fomantis running after him causing the other grunt and her salandit to run after their friend in a panic.

"Cowards." You mutter before turning to the boy whose pokémon is looking very concerned for him.

You've seen him at the beach before, he usually hangs out mantine surfing and you enjoy watching him do so. He looks so free and full of joy and his laughter is like music to your ears because of how much he's enjoying himself with his partner.

"Hey are you okay?" You ask gently as you sit down next to him. "You got attacked pretty badly by those dumbasses earlier."

"I-i'm fine, I couldn't let them hurt Meowth after all." He says and Wooyoung has to fight hard to not let his face erupt in that tomato berry red shade again because of how close you are to him.

"You were very brave you know. Protecting your friend like that and refusing to back down." You tell him with a smile and this time Wooyoung can't stop the blush erupting on his face.

"T-thank you!"

"Now let me check so you're not badly hurt, the burns might feel less intense if you get in the water." You say as you check him over and luckily it seems like he's not overtly hurt.

"You're Wooyoung aren't you?" You ask and he nods shocked.

"Y-you know my name?"

"Yeah you got the highest score in matinee surfing according to the placard keeping track of everyone's score." You point over to the placard where his name is written next to the number one.

"Oh right... you're Y/n, right?"

"That would be me." You smile "And this must be your lovely partner?" You ask looking at his alolan meowth who gives you the most beaming smile as she steps closer to you so you can pet her.

Which you do gently, causing her to purr. You marvel at how soft her fur is, you're so accustomed to the feeling of scales and the feeling of wet skin that water Pokémon's have that you rarely pet or spend time with Pokémon's which got fur and live on land.

"You're so pretty." You mumble and she lets out a happy nyaaa at that.

"Mreowth!" She points at you and you tilt your head at her.

"You think I'm beautiful?" You questions and she nods excitedly before also pointing at Wooyoung and then back at you.

"I don't think I understand..." You trail off trying to figure out what she's trying to say.

"Ah! Meowth!! Stop that!!" Wooyoung tries to get his partner to stop explaining that he likes you and thinks you're beautiful but to no avail, she continues on to tell you in her own special way how much he seems to like you.

Wooyoung honestly feels like he might combust on the spot.

"Well I'm not really sure what she's trying to say but I think she's trying to tell me how much she likes you." You tell him with a teasing smile and he just laughs nervously.

“Y-yeah…”

“Milotic?” Your partner questioned as she nudges your back gently before looking at Wooyoung.

“I’m okay thank you.” He says with a smile directed at your partner who is looking at him with concerned eyes. “Thank you for helping me back then, we’re not used to battling but you two were such a formidable team.” He compliments the two of you and you smile bashfully.

“We’re not that good.”

“Don’t lie! You two were amazing! You even got a z-ring and a z-crystal, only trainers that are strong and got strong bonds with their Pokémon’s get those!” He says, huffing out his cheeks when you try to deny it again.

“We practice a lot when we’re out swimming, can’t have a bunch of sharpedos or tentacruels attack us and not knowing how to defend ourselves, but you know battling isn’t all there is. I enjoy far more spending time with Milotic and hanging out in the sea than going to do the island challenges and challenging the totem Pokémon’s or the kahunas.” You say sitting next to him in the sand and you sigh.

"Sometimes people try to push to hard that I should start doing the trials because 'I'm so talented so I shouldn't waste my talent by just swimming in the ocean'" You tell him and Wooyoung is quick to shake his head.

"That's dumb! You should do what makes you happy! I've seen the way you get so happy going to the ocean, swimming around and the way you care for your friend and everything around you! Plus happiness looks the best on you so don't listen to them! You can do whatever it is you want!" He finishes and when he notices you looking at him he can't help but once again blush and look down at his hands who suddenly became much more interesting than looking straight at you.

"You've been watching me?" You ask curiously.

"Yes-i mean no! Wait I- like yes I've been watching you but not like a creep I promise!! It's just you seem so happy in the ocean and I like seeing happiness on people and you two are very beautiful, like you are very beautiful when you're in the ocean, not that I'm saying you're not beautiful when you're up on the land because you are I just-" He blabbers on nervously and when your hand lands on his he shuts up and looks at you in shock.

Meowth is looking on excitedly because this is so up her ally and Wooyoung knows she will tease him when they are alone.

"Thank you Wooyoung." Your smile makes his heart skip a beat. "It warms my heart knowing you think that way. You should know happiness suits you as well, especially when you matinee surf, sometimes I have to stop what I'm doing just so I can see you surf and the joy you get from the waves. You look very beautiful too." You tell him, adding the last part a bit more quiet but Wooyoung hears it and a big grin works its way onto his face.

"Thank you!!" He beams and you laugh, happy that he seems to have recovered quickly from the attack.

"Now! Do you think you can help me? We found this chest at the bottom of the ocean and I wanna try and open it to see what it could be!" You tell him eagerly leaning forward as you show him the treasure chest and Milotic waves her fin eagerly also wanting to know what it could be.

"Meowth!!" Meowth hurries up to you eager to help. She knows how to pick locks and want's to help you.

"Oh yes! Meowth is great at picking locks!" The boy next to you says before quickly adding "We only discovered that when I got locked out from our house! I'm not a burglar or something."

"Seems like the two of you are filled with all kinds of different talents." You muse before letting Meowth get up to the treasure chest, one of her claws is out as she starts picking the lock and soon a loud click can be heard.

"It worked! Thank you pretty!" You tell her as you put it in front of the four of you. She runs back to Wooyoung shyly because of your compliment and hides in his arms and he chuckles.

You open the treasure chest and just as you and Wooyoung are leaning in to see what it could possibly be, Milotic sticks her head into the chest, her curiosity taking over and she cannot stop herself from wanting to see what it could be first.

"Hey!!" You laugh at the silliness of your partner. "Milotic! Let us see." You whine gently wanting to see as well.

"Someone was really curious huh?" Wooyougn teases and your friend lifts her head shyly before hiding her face behind her tail fins, causing the both of you to laugh at the adorable display.

"It's okay buddy, I would have done that as well if I were you." You tell her, petting her head.

Wooyoung takes a moment to sneak a glance into the chest and gasps.

"It's a map!"

"Really?!"

"Yes! It must lead to a treasure of some kind!"

"Then what are we waiting for? We should totally find it." You say eagerly, picking up the map to see if you know where to go.

It takes a while before you two figure out where to go. You both figured it's somewhere closer to the southern parts of the ocean you're close to. The both of you are eager to find out what it could be and you are quick to help Wooyoung use his shirt to tie his partner to his back so she won't get swept away as you swim with Milotic to the place on the map.

You have to look away several times from Wooyoung as his chest is now revealed due to his shirt being tied around Meowth and around his lower chest. He's stunning and you knew that already but seeing him like this so up close makes your cheeks heat up like the very lava flowing in the Wela volcano.

"So we just hold on to her neck?" Wooyoung asks you as the two of you get into the water where Milotic is waiting, ready and eager to swim as fast as she can to the place where you have to go. The sun has started to set casting a brilliant orange and pink hue over the ocean making it look like it glitters from time to time.

"Yeah, hold on tight and just go with the flow of it. Let me know if it's going too quick and we'll slow down." You say as you grab ahold of her neck. Wooyoung is quick to copy you and when your arms touch he smiles to himself.

He had not thought when he woke up this morning that he'd be speaking to you and going on a little adventure with you after you and your partner had rescued him.

"Milotic! Full speed forward!" You say excited and she takes off quickly.

"Milo!!" She nods and then she's off.

She swims fast and agile through the water, she knows her goal and as always wants nothing more than to get to her destination quickly and without any problems. It's mostly just swimming in the same direction and despite that you can't help but laugh in joy as the butterflies of happiness joins you once again. Nothing really beats this for you and had you not been so preoccupied with your enjoyment you would have noticed Wooyoung looking at you in awe.

Could you become even more beautiful than you already were? Before Wooyoung used to think that was impossible but seeing your joy this up close proved him wrong.

"Mreeeoowwthh." Meowth teased him quietly in his ear, giggling on his back and he shook his head slightly but allowed her to tease him.

It took the four of you roughly twenty minutes of swimming before you reached the destination. You had never been to this part of the island before and you and Milotic had explored most of the ocean surrounding the island at this point.

"Oh wow." You mumble as she slows down.

The view is stunning, there are rock formations that gives off the illusions that there are hearts sticking out in the ocean, a small island has appeared and you swim up to it before getting up on the sanded beach. There's beautiful shimmering shells littered in the sand and hibiscus flowers are blooming around as well.

It's truly magical.

"Have you ever seen something so beautiful Wooyoung?" You ask turning around to look at him and he shakes his head, mouth hanging open as he takes it all in.

The island looks like something out of a fantasy book. The hibiscus flowers are in varying shades of pinks, yellows and white. The shells shimmers in rainbow colors and Wooyoung even thinks he sees some pearls laying around. Then when the two of you turn around your breaths gets taken away once again.

The hearts you had seen earlier is even more prominent now in the water. It looks romantic, the water is a mostly pinkish orange hue, and it glimmers beautifully.

"Perhaps this is where lovers would go way back in the days to confess their feelings." You wonder aloud.

"Perhaps." Wooyoung mumbles and you look at him, and you know he's stunning, your stomach doing flips when you watch him but now seeing his side profile, hair slightly wet and skin glowing and the gentle light of the sun going down by the horizon is casting the most beautiful pinkish hue onto him.

Perhaps it was fate the two of you would be brought here.

"How are your wounds? I didn't stop to think if they'd be hurting you with the water." You question, eyes flitting over the small cuts and burns on his body.

"I'm fine, it hurts but it's okay since I'm here with you." He confesses with a smile, reaching out to take your hand and you let him.

"I wish I could heal you somehow."

"Mreowth!"

"Milotic!!"

The both of your pokémon say at the same time looking up at the sky, the two of you following their leads curiously and that's when you see it.

"Is that..." You question quietly.

"Tapu Lele! Akala Islands guardian!" Wooyoung exclaims in excitement.

The pink guardian floats above the two of you, she looks down before she floats around again, this time a gentle shimmer falls from her as she floats around. You both reach out to see if you can touch the beautiful shimmering dust that she's released.

It shimmers in pinks, purples and golds and as you look at Wooyoung once more you gasp.

"Your wounds and burns! They're gone!" You exclaim taking a good look at him and he looks down at himself in shock.

"They are! Do you think Tapu Lele healed me?"

"She must have!" You say before turning to where she had gone shouting "THANK YOU TAPU LELE!!"

You can hear a noice in the distance, happy to have been thanked for her gesture for the two of you.

You and Wooyoung spends the rest of the evening on the island, sitting next to each other, talking and laughing. And when the time comes to go back home, you two swim back to shore.

You both agree to meet here at Heahea beach tomorrow wanting to spend more time with each other.

And if Wooyoung gives you a kiss in the darkness of the night is something only he, you and Meowth will know about. It's something he won't share with anyone else.

Not yet at least.

The next day.

"Do you really think this is safe?" You ask as you stand up on shaking legs on the mantine, Wooyoung is standing next to you with a mischievous smile as he holds your hands.

"It's perfectly safe, trust me. I know what I'm doing." He tells you as he makes sure your feet are in the right position.

"I've never done anything like this before!"

"Ah everyone gotta learn somehow."

"Perhaps so! But to learn by surfing the big waves immediately?!"

"You'll be fine Y/n!" He tells you once more before telling the mantine to gently start swimming with you.

Meowth is off on the side sitting near the base of Milotics long neck. She's laying in the water enjoying watching you learn something new and Meowth is enjoying watching love blossom for the first time between her trainer and the one he's been pining over for a while.

"W-wooyoung! You have to hold on to me!" You say fearfully as your legs shake again.

"You have to relax Y/n! Shaking like this will only make you unstable, you have to go with the flow and trust the mantine, they don't want you to fall of them either."

"It's easy for you to say, you're the expert in this!" You snap back and you gasp when Wooyoung lets your hand go and he snickers when he sees you stiff like a stick go in a little circle and he can see the way you tense up and when the mantine does a turn that's a little too sharp for you as it comes back and you loose your balance.

Lucky for you Wooyoung is quick and manages to catch you, he holds you close to him and he smirks down at you. Your face is slightly flushed, perhaps it's from the burning Alolan sun or perhaps it's because you're embarrassed you fell in front of him.

"Falling for me are you Y/n?"

"M-maybe I am."

"Good because I fell for you a long time ago pretty."

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: Kunikida didn’t teach teenagers like people assume but much younger kids.

He was Japan’s equivalent to a primary school teacher (or maybe a teachers assistant given he only taught part time.)

Which would mean he taught kids from around the ages of 5-10.

Kunikida was strict but every single one of his students knew he cared about them. He would always answer their questions the best he could.

He never treated them like they were lesser than him. And a lot of the kids loved that feeling of being treated like an adult.

Probably because Kunikida was an anti authoritarian college drop out turned young teacher…let’s just say he understood the feeling.

That’s not to say Kunikida didn’t have his hands full with their antics. Somehow his little gremlins were the wildest of the bunch. So many perfect schedules gone to the wind.

But Kunikida refused to let them down. He was fierce in his protectiveness, even going against other teachers and parents for blatant favouritism and bullying.

He would sit by their sides doing “magic tricks” with his ability to cheer them up. Explaining concepts and homework in new ways if they were struggling.

And celebrating their success.

When Kunikida left he got a card and so many pieces of artwork that he still has in his dorm. He’ll run into them with their parents on occasion while he’s out doing food shopping.

And no matter how busy he may be Kunikida always finds time to say hi if they spot him.

The only reason Dazai knows he was a teacher is because Kunikida’s lectured him for his antics all like I’ve taught children who could complete this better than you!

To which Dazai asks about that, both in genuine curiosity and to take them further off track.

It surprises him to see Kunikida light up and how utterly fond he sounds talking about his brats. But he supposes it makes sense because that’s just who Kunikida is.

And whenever they deal with a case involving kids Kunikida is right there like the teacher never left.

[inkshadow]

"yeah, i can imagine that must have taken a lot out of you. i did try to help but you definitely carried yourself. happy to let you be the one on your back next time and my bed is right upstairs if you ever feel like testing it out tonight. any kinks i should know to avoid?" while he doesn't believe that she'll actually answer that seriously, the floor is open for transparency should she wish to take it. shoulders lift in a shrug, realizing the slight error in his example. "it's not entirely off the table; i just want to make sure that if i ever have you rambling for too long or if i ask too many questions at once that it doesn't just kill the mood. that's not the only thing that makes you special but i know it's the biggest thing that you care about," and focusing on a lofty goal is admirable, no matter how you slice it. when all is said and done, he's willing to answer any question that she might have; este may just have to deal with a few blue screens along the way depending on what she asks. a hand comes up to tap his chin in thought, sound vibration at the base of his throat. "i might.... i think that all depends on whether or not i actually succeed in making more than just eggs and bacon. so we'll leave that as 'to be decided'." little does she know that he's not even attempted at changing that part of himself for her sister. if he does end up putting food on the table for two, este will be the first. he just wants to make sure he doesn't fuck it up if and when that time comes. "i've actually never watched it but somehow it was the first thing that came to mind. do you have any thoughts on it? you seem eager." his eyes fix onto the screen, thumb idly tracing shapes atop her thigh as she scrolls. "no allergies but i'm not a fan of onions or mushrooms. i can always just pick them out if you find a stir fry that you like."

“fine by me. maybe next time, we can give it a shot somewhere a little more comfortable. not that i didn’t enjoy our time on the bench, but you know…” some actual privacy next time would also help, give them more freedom to act as they wish without worrying about any outside forces. years of skating has given her plenty of stamina too and she’d have no qualms with using that ability off the ice for both their benefits. “if i ever fuck up that badly, i’ll likely be too busy beating myself up to reminisce on the good times, but i get your point.” if nobody else is going to applaud her for working so hard or making it this far, she might as well do it herself while she can. who else is she going to rely on for that? her parents? she can’t even rely on them to say hello when she walks into a room. “hm, okay… i can understand that mindset, wanting to forget about it all and just unwind once you get home. so tennis talk is off the table then, yeah?” they haven’t had a proper talk about boundaries yet, but it never hurts to check in. if jesper doesn’t want to discuss anything tennis related, that’s entirely his prerogative — she can swallow any questions she may have and save them for another time. there’s plenty of other things left to talk about, plenty more she wants to know about him that doesn’t involve his sport. they could meet up every day and she still wouldn’t run out of material. “does that mean you plan on cooking for me in the future?” at least that’s something este could easily do in return if he wishes; it might even be fun to cook a meal for two for a change. phone in hand, she keeps the screen angled so they can both see and begins to scroll through with a snort of laughter. “wow, that's a niche pick. obviously i’m down. first though, anything specific you're craving right now? or better yet, anything you absolutely hate? allergies?”

[wyervan]

I love your slasher boys, it's so cute that people put their y/ns and ocs into your au, it also makes me laugh a lot. Like an idea the boys have the while gang of various people and non human beings being on their side. Like a little support group, and boys are do confused that so many people not only accepted them, but kinda? Hides them from the police? Gives them a reading from tarot? Gives them info about another rulebreaker? Kinda just chills with them? I love this universum lol

But I got a little confused and can't find the answers so If you would tell me I would be so happy! Because of how many ocs were added by people to au, what is canon after all? Is there some canon Y/n for slasher boys? Love you!

I don’t blame you at all for being confused 😆 Maybe I should put smth on the masterpost about it. Gotta update that thing anyway.

I think @/sinister-sincerely put it concisely as “DCA Slasher AU multiverse” which made me laugh but it’s accurate to how I conceptualize the AU now.

When I first started sharing art and blurbs, it was a very simple one y/n kinda situation. Y/N was also more of a “blank-slate” type, at least in personality. When I posted their character sheet on the first yapathon about the AU, I also threw out there that I would love to see other people’s versions of “Final Girl y/n,” not having any idea how much people would actually fly with it 🤩.

And they didn’t just create reskins of my y/n—people were making or adapting y/ns and ocs with a whole host of unique characteristics and backgrounds. AND adding details like locations or other characters to the world of the AU! Really adopting the slasher AU as their own. Still makes me giddy to think about 🖤.

All the creativity inspired me to go back and flesh out my y/n character “Star.” I thought to myself “well, everybody else is making such distinctive characters, why don’t I have fun with it too?” I wrote a little more about them here but still have plenty more yet to share publicly. For the purposes of any future long-form story I write, Star will be the one and only y/n character. To answer your question directly, in my version of the AU (the original dca slasherverse naught I guess lololol 😝) the “canon” y/n is Star.

BUT! I like to play around! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I like to draw other people’s characters with Smoon, imagine scenarios where the arcade has a whole cast of personalities. It’s so much fun to explore all the different dynamics, the what-ifs, and see how things play out! And I continue to encourage people to do the same! This AU is a sandbox for people to play in (a visual friend @/happysaddca has put in my head multiple times). I just put the sand there ☺️.

[ar-ghilas-vir-banal]

Thinking about Solas and Lavellan waking up after their first sleep in the Fade. I feel like their entry back into the prison wasn’t what Solas was expecting at all, though he also didn’t really have the strength to appreciate it.

He is beaten to a bloody mess, and the emotional evisceration… Solas goes to his knees within seconds of the Veil closing behind them. Everything is a blur of tears and gentle touches as Lavellan gathers him to her and just holds him. Lets him really cry. He keeps trying to Be Her Man and return it but he’s so broken. How is he supposed to hold her when he can’t hold himself?

Solas doesn’t question the thump of their feet on wood. Nor the warmth of water on his face and body as she cleans his many, many cuts and wounds. When Lavellan sits him down on something soft, lifts his feet and covers him in a blanket, Solas simply sinks down. Exhausted.

There’s not enough energy in him to wonder where she got fresh clothes from or how they’re inside a building or even hot water. But when she scoots in next to him, smelling clean and fresh, and pulls his head into the cavern of her arm and body, Solas gives a little groan of relief. Of finally being safe.

And then they sleep. Both of them.

The first thing that comes to Solas’ attention as he begins to press back through the barrier of sleep is that he is very warm, because someone is holding him. That’s… unexpected.

He opens his eyes and he sees the column of someone’s throat. Hears their even, deep breathing. And for a very disoriented moment, Solas has no idea where in the world he is or who this person holding him is.

Carefully, he leans away to get a look at- No. No, it can’t be. This can’t be real; he’s still dreaming. He must be. But then slowly his senses begin to press in on him. He’s warm and cozy yes, but his body aches as if he’s been trampled. His eye and his side in particular feel as if they could bleed.

But then Solas’ gaze returns to her face. She’s asleep still. One arm lazily cast over him. But then he remembers how she drew him in, both the kiss and in this bed. How gentle and kind she was to help wash the blood and Blight away first. Her voice shushing him in the dark.

She opens her eyes blearily, and stretches a little, a sleepy smile spreading over her face. Solas smiles too; he can’t help it.

“Vhenan… are you real?… Please say ‘yes’.” He hears the weariness in his own voice. The battle with the dragon must have truly happened. His palm smarts and he looks at the cut… “Please say ‘yes’,” Solas breathes.

“I am real, Vhenan,” she answers, solid yet so very careful. She feels for his hand; Solas nearly jumps when she touches him. Her eyes grow bright as she molds his palm to her own cheek. “Are you in pain? I found some Elfroot but-“

“Vhenan,” Solas breathes, drawing closer to her, pressing his forehead to hers. He wants to speak but he can’t. It’s so much. But she’s here. She’s holding him, touching him, and no one can take her from him. Or him from her.

She squirms in close too and gets as much of herself around him as she can, legs tangling with his, arm winding around him as if he might be ripped away. And she cries while she kisses his cheek and nose and brow. This time, Solas can hold her. And he does.

[livestock-and-bibles]

My Disorganized and Overall Thoughts on Sunrise on the Reaping

I love Haymitch's narration style! He's a hater but also very sarcastic and witty. It kinda reminds me of the Cal Leandros series which I love so much

The Capitol being canonically homophobic is both funny but also unsurprising

I love how we get to see the Covey again and they still have a fairly significant role

Not sure how I feel about Haymitch knowing Peeta and Katniss' dads. I get it because District 12 is small, but idk, kind of going into fanfiction territory with that. I'm conflicted

I would die for Lenore Dove, Ma, and Sid

This book made me actually like Plutarch lmao. I used to hate him but now. idk. I'm kinda rocking with him

Wyatt definitely has that ocd/autism combo. Prove me wrong

Louella's death and Haymitch calling her sweetheart recontextualizes him calling Katniss sweetheart in the main trilogy and it hurts so good

Also very cool that with Lou Lou we got to see a sort of proto-hijacking

I'm so happy we got to see Wiress, Mags, Effie, and Beetee (especially him, he's one of my favourite characters). It also explains how Haymitch knew them so well in Catching Fire

Ampert.... :(((. Everything about his character destroyed me. Getting reaped to punish his father, his relationship to Haymitch and how he reminds him of Sid, him trying so hard to be revolutionary like his father only to die in the worst way. It hurts. He was my favourite new character I think

Maysilee getting into a legit fist fight with Drusilla was crazy. Go Maysilee go

I've seen some criticism that Haymitch going along with the rebel plan is stupid, since he knows that his family would be punished. However, I think people missed that Haymitch was totally convinced that he was not making it out of the games. He fully thought he was gonna die so they'd be safe

Haymitch drinking an entire thing of milk to spite Snow is hilarious. Get his ass

I do wish the portion on the games themself was a bit shorter. It would give other scenes the pacing they needed. I also just believe that the games are usually the weakest parts of the books (except for the first) so maybe I'm biased

I think some of the politics were slightly heavy handed, but it's also a YA book and Suzanne Collins has never been subtle (this is /affectionate) so I'm not surprised

I don't think the scenes of his family and Lenore Dove dying had the weight they needed? They were still devastating but felt a little rushed

I would've liked to see his victory tour a little more (since it was my favourite part of Catching Fire) and his first time as a mentor, but I understand they weren't necessarily thematically significant enough

I love how the book recontextualizes the others in the series. It was a necessary part of the puzzle and answers so many of the questions I had about Catching Fire and Mockingjay

A solid 8/10. Great read. I'd say that: The OG trilogy > SOTR >TBOSAS

[tartquez]

Time travel au ☁️ (part 13)

link to previous parts

Vale had declined the invitation from the younger Valentino to follow him and Marc back to Marc’s motorhome but not without first considering it for a few seconds. Eyes fixed on the lanky arm curled loosely around Marc’s middle while Marc stared at Vale with his lips pressed into a thin line.

Then he had watched them amble off, a Valentino sporting an unkempt mop of curls pinching Marc’s side with an unwarranted level of familiarity. The tense line of Marc’s hunched shoulders, eased ever so slightly. Valentino peeked over his shoulder and had the gall to wave. 

If self preservation was behind his initial rejection, a glaring lack of it delivers Vale onto the doorstep of Marc’s motorhome a few hours later. Pecco had given him a strange look but nevertheless provided directions. Pressing his ear to the door, Vale can just about make out the sounds of conversation.

“Ah, so, what exactly are you doing here, Marc?”

“You’re the one who invited yourself inside, shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

“You know what I mean, he wasn’t very happy to see me — both of us, it is natural that I am curious, no?”

“I am doing what I have always done,” Marc‘s eventual reply is a little muffled, “I am waiting.” 

“How long have you been waiting?” asked with undisguised interested. 

A lengthy pause, then, so soft that Vale almost misses it, “a long time.” 

“And you’re going to keep… waiting for him?” Vale can picture his expression, features scrunched up in disbelief. He remembers that age, being asked to wait for any length of time was inconceivable. Time, after all, had already proven to be both malleable and unreliable.  

“Yes.”

A pause, then Valentino remarks, “so, you must be fairly certain that everything works out in the end?”

“Hm, where’s my shirt?”

Laughter erupts. Vale cannot hear if his younger self offers to help locate it the shirt in question.  

“You did not answer my question.”

They’re both laughing when Marc throws something, it makes a soft thudding noise, a pillow making contact with a body maybe, Vale suspects, “hand me my underwear.”

“I don’t think I will.”

More laughter.

“Fine, fine, here.”

Vale realises how it would look, if anyone were to stumble across him, shoving his ear up against the door of Marc’s motorhome, there would be no illusions about what he is doing. It would be a shitshow if anyone with a phone were to walk past, much less a reporter. Vale shuffles closer, peers at the window and curses under his breath, the curtains are drawn. 

More muffled rustling noises emanate from the other side of the door. 

“You look very good in red… better than I might...” 

Vale’s fingers are squeezed around the door handle, his knuckles are white. He strains his ears to make out Marc’s answer. 

“Stop fishing,” Marc snorts. 

“Ah, was worth a try,” his younger self says without any heat, a beat, “hey, if I fuck you again will you tell me how many championships I’ll win?”

Marc barks a laugh, “for only one round? Maybe I’ll tell you what age you start going grey.”

The younger Valentino hums consideringly, “how about if I make you come three times, what would that get me?” On the other side of the door, Vale’s fingers are starting to go numb with how tightly he is gripping the door handle.  

Marc laughs, loud enough that Vale wouldn’t even need to press his ear to the door to hear it. 

“Three times in a row? Fuck, I forgot what it was like being that young again,” Marc sounds bemused. Vale can see it in his head, Marc with his hair mussed and cheeks pink — that blush that extended down from his neck to his chest. Vale wonders if Marc still his most pliant and forthcoming in the hours right after being fucked.

A loud thump followed by a breathless laugh disrupts his train of thought.

“Three times,” a voice confirms, smug, Vale has not heard that voice in years, “allora, you strike a hard bargain, I suppose I could make you come four times if you insist, but that is my final offer.”

Marc’s laugh morphs into a pleased sigh. Before he realises it, Vale is rapping his knuckles against the door. 

The laughter on the other side immediately dies.

The silence drags on and Vale rolls his eyes. “I know you’re in there,” he snaps, cuts to the chase, “open the fucking door or I will cause a scene,” it’s a bluff but he’s banking on Marc’s wariness towards him meaning Marc will to err on the side of caution. 

The door opens a crack. Marc stares at him warily, nothing in his expression matches the easy laughter from a few moments ago. There is a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, it does not hide a bite mark at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Vale drums his fingers impatiently against his thigh. 

The door swings open a fraction more and Vale wasn’t planning on waiting for a formal invitation, takes the opportunity as it is presented and slips past. Marc looks around quickly before shutting the door. 

“What do you want?” Marc crosses his arms. 

Valentino — his younger self, stares back at him. Bony, tanned shoulders, relaxed and loose, hair disheveled. Multiple small red scratches pepper his chest, he rubs one of them absentmindedly, smiling serenely. Vale’s answering smile is tight. 

His gaze remains fixed on the younger Valentino when he replies, “I wanted to talk.” 

“Right,” Marc eventually says. He brushes past Vale, doesn’t look at Vale once, and perches on the edge of the bed. There’s something deliberate in the way that no part of his body touches Valentino's, scant but pointed inches of wrinkled bed sheets between them. Valentino does not seem to have gotten this memo, he climbs over the sea of blankets, a tangle of long golden limbs, and slings an arm around Marc’s waist. 

Marc doesn’t so much as blink, meets Vale’s gaze instead, expectant. There’s a tiny furrow between his brows, it was there when he first opened the door and hasn’t budged since. 

Meanwhile, Valentino’s eyes dart between Vale and Marc, eyes bright, assessing. Then, holding Vale’s gaze, he hooks a thumb inside the waistband of Marc’s briefs. Vale doesn’t know what his reaction looks like but all Valentino does is blink innocently.

“Noise complaint, officer?” he asks lightly, worrying the elastic of Marc's waistband between his thumb and forefinger. Marc pushes his hand away errantly but Valentino’s arm remains wound around his waist, hand migrating to Marc’s upper thigh instead. 

Vale snorts. 

Valentino ignores him. He noses along Marc’s neck, lips ghosting Marc’s ear, “we could keep it down next time, don't you think?” a flash of white teeth against Marc’s pink ear lobe, “but anything after that is anyone’s bet if you ask me.”

Vale breathes in and out, his tongue runs along the ridges of his teeth. His hand twitches by his side, he doesn’t know what it is that he wants to do most right now, what could possibly make this entire experience a fraction less excruciating.

Marc shifts uncomfortably and jostles the blanket around his shoulders, it slides down his chest and Vale’s eyes zero in on a bite mark, a row of teeth, imprinted neatly around his nipple. Vale smiles, too wide, too many teeth. His breathing comes heavier, the tip of his tongue traces the shape of his canine as he eyes Marc’s dusky nipple pebbling in the cold air-conditioned room.

Marc looks wary, rosy-cheeked but wary. Valentino, by contrast, perks up. The unruly mass of curls bounce as he looks between them, “should I give you two some privacy?” he suggests flippantly. He pretends to stretch, yawns too for good measure. 

Vale rolls his eyes, “no, it’s fine —“

“Yes,” Marc doesn’t so much as blink. 

Vale frowns. 

Valentino retracts his hand from Marc’s thigh like he’s been burnt. “What? I mean, should I,” he suddenly looks his age again, unsure, young. Regret coils in his gut at how he has been acting, it passes.

Valentino scratches the back of his neck nervously, “should I wait outside?”

It’s Vale’s turn to smile serenely, he jerks his head, “the bathroom is to your left.”

Valentino tosses him a dark look and turns to Marc, imploring, but Marc’s eyes remain trained on Vale’s face. 

“Fine,” Valentino huffs loudly and rises from the bed. Vale catches a glimpse of a pert golden bottom before his younger self is scurrying off — though not without first ducking down to press one last lingering kiss to Marc’s neck. He murmurs something Vale doesn’t catch. 

Marc shakes his head, features momentarily softening before, he twists around, probably to admonish Valentino and the fucker — the fucker, seeing his opportunity, steals a filthy kiss. He’s  still cackling, humming to himself as well — humming, when the bathroom door shuts with a resolute click. 

Vale clears his throat, the little fucker can probably still hear them from the bathroom, Vale doesn’t care.

“So how much do you really know?” They’d discussed it — before, how Marc had already met Valentino, but Marc had always dodged that question. Today Vale isn’t leaving without an answer.

Marc picks at a loose thread on his underwear before exhaling. When he looks up at Vale, he’s plainly exhausted. He studies Vale’s face wearily, Vale can practically see him trying to decide how much he is going to regret answering honestly. Vale digs his fingers into his legs, he’s not going to let Marc make him the bad guy for wanting the truth.

In the end, it’s Marc who relents.

“I was five years old when I first met you,” a small smile, “after that you would drop out of the sky every once in a while. Always a different age, never in any order or following any schedule.” 

Marc’s lips twist, he blinks and then the wariness is gone, the fragile smile too, he straightens his back, “I’ve met you when you had pimples and a shaved head but also with grey hair and wrinkles” Marc juts his chin out like he won’t let Vale make him the bad guy either, for keeping that information close to his chest for so long. 

Vale shakes his head, he’d always suspected but without Marc’s explicit confirmation, that’s all it ever was, suspicions. 

“For the longest time, I thought I was having… strange dreams, elaborate ones.” He’d tried explaining it to his mother once, about flashes of a man with brown smiling eyes in a big house and expensive looking jumper pouring him a glass of water. By the time he’d realised the man from his dreams was real it was too late and there was a tenacious little fucker snapping at his heels and beaming at him from across the paddock. Much too late by then. Dots were always easier to connect when when you were looking backwards instead of forward.   

Marc is still staring at him. “That was me,” he confirms.

Will be him too, future tense, but Vale doesn’t tell him this. 

“Yes.”

Vale tries to do the math and feels a headache coming on, “how many times over your entire life — how many times did you meet,” he grimaces, “me.” He expects Marc to have kept count in some fashion.

Marc studies him carefully before replying, “over a hundred, I didn’t start keeping count until I was older.”

Jesus Christ. That headache finally makes its presence known, Vale scrubs his face, “that’s not — you shouldn’t have to wait,” god, decades, “for someone just because you think this is already decided, that’s not fair to you, Marc, or me, none of this is fair.” Marc needs to understand this. 

“Sure,” Marc brushes it off, “but you don’t get to decide what I do with my life.” Vale feels like shaking him, doesn’t he see, that’s exactly what Vale has done, even if none of it was planned. That’s the whole point.

Vale sinks down on the bed beside Marc, head dropping into his hands. He can feel Marc’s gaze on the side of his face. 

Apropos of nothing, “that Vale, the one currently hiding in my bathroom,” Vale can hear the slight smile in his voice, “he appeared this morning, where you're sitting right now, it was all more of the same really. Sometimes you do that, fall out of the sky. Sometimes you don’t know me, but you’re still happy to see me.” 

Vale glances sideways at him.

“That Vale, he was meant to be hiding in here until you caught him trying to convince Luca to buy him a pack of cigarettes,” Marc’s lips twitch, he looks tired again, moves to nudge Vale but catches himself at the last moment, freezes and hunches his shoulders, “anyway — he was asking about you and me and well, that’s more of the same as well, sometimes I look at him, all these versions of you, younger ones especially, and wonder if we would have been friends,” he absently rubs his arm, “how different the last few years might have been.”

They’ll probably never know, time is malleable and unreliable but it’s not without boundaries. 

Vale keeps eying the bathroom door but Marc does not spare it a single glance. He flicks some lint off the corner of his blanket, leans in towards Vale again, might be doing it unconsciously, the same way he unconsciously curves his right arm towards himself protectively, same but different. 

“And he was asking all these questions,” Marc continues, “you were very daring, I had forgotten, asking all about my Vale and whether Sete ever gets that stick out of his ass—“ 

Vale massages the bridge of his nose, “he’s your Vale as much as I am,” he feels the need to correct Marc.

“No,” Marc shakes his head and fixes Vale with a hard look. It startles Vale, all the good humour that had slowly crept back into Marc features has all at once disappeared. “No, they are not,” Marc states. 

Vale could imagine, in another time, having this conversation and reaching out to cup Marc’s cheek in gentle admonishment, or maybe they’d be discussing this with their legs tangled together and sweat cooling on their skin. Vale leans back, palms flat against the mattress, his back hurts. It’d be quicker to count the parts of his body that don’t hurt these days. Time, malleable but unreliable — and cruel, always so goddamn cruel. 

“Marc,” his electricity chases up his spine, he’d underestimated it, the frisson from just saying his name out loud after all this time, “all of them — every version, we are the same by definition.”

Marc shakes his head again, calmly, “he’s just passing through,” he says quietly, “you are the one who stays,” stubborn, “you’re mine.”

Vale arches a brow at the irony. He can count on one hand how many times he’s been in the same room as Marc in the last five years. 

Sensing the direction of his thoughts, Marc sits up, the blanket slides off his shoulder. The blush has started receding from his chest but he is still deliciously flushed, skin damp. Vale lets his gaze rove over the creamy expanse of skin without bothering to hide it. It’s curious, the ghost of familiarity despite the obvious differences from the last time Vale saw him undressed. That Marc was not as lean and weathered as this Marc, was still soft to the touch in a way that, even just looking at him now, Vale knows this Marc isn’t. He snorts softly, this Marc, that Marc. Maybe the man has a point. There probably is a distinction. His Marc. 

He allows a single rueful smile.

“You are mine,” Marc reiterates, with surprising force. “They’re all visitors, I love them, of course,” because they are you, Vale tries not to hear, “but this isn't their home.” 

Vale doesn’t know what to say. He used to get this urge sometimes, to slap a hand over Marc’s mouth, to warn him not to say so much. Because honesty was a privilege that not everyone deserved and Marc never understood this.   

“Allora, I think it’s time we let your houseguest out of jail,” Vale suggests softly and rises to his feet, knees creaking ominously. He doesn’t turn to see what Marc’s face looks like. 

Three long strides and he reaches the little bathroom, he knocks twice, “detention is over.” No reply. He tries the handle and realises Valentino did not lock the door from the inside, how thoughtful. “I am opening the door, this is the only warning you will get if your pants are around your ankles,” it’s not like it’s anything he hasn’t seen before.

He pulls open the door, unsure of what to expect on the other side. 

There is no sound from the bed, Marc asks no question and offers no commentary. 

Vale blinks and then swallows, his fingers dig into the edge of the door. Marc still has not said anything but Vale does not doubt that he is still there, waiting patiently amidst the sea of rumpled sheets.

No one says anything for a long time. 

Vale finally glances over his shoulder, Marc’s expression is unreadable. Even without asking Vale is certain, Marc already knows.

Vale clears his throat, “he’s gone.” He steps aside, leaves the door open so Marc can see the empty bathroom for himself, not that Marc is surprised. 

“Yeah.”

Vale opens his mouth, Marc looks so tired. Some three decades of waiting, Vale would be tired too. Vale is tired too. Marc is not the only one with a bone or two to pick with time, how everything has played out, he doesn't have a monopoly on that.    

Marc exhales slowly before turning and sliding back under the covers. Vale watches as he curls up on his side, cradles his arm to his chest. Vale watches him for another few minutes and then silently lets himself out.

[shadow-genesis-yay]

I'm bored so I'll do this lol - Galaxy Steve 🌌

🎉 - Idk uhh a year maybe? We only figured out we were a system when our host at the time (Naeus), felt heavily 'connected' to a character, only to basically see them in their head (i guess?)

💯- 197. God help us. Only like 1? is created/brainmade, ig. the others either split off of another headmate, were a 'fusion' (not the system kind, source thingy) of some that later became their own alters instead of jjst when two specific headmates front and 'fuse' in front, and then like maybe 6 OCs. IDK whats considered created?

🧠- Wasnt intentional. Like 90% sure it was due to either trauma, loneliness, and the universe saying "hey i'd think itd be funny if they became a system" or smth

💭- Our headspace is like a mix of a airline plane interior (the seats), a train like one you can 'live' in, and a ship (specifically cruse) that has small lookin rooms that are actually very big on the inside. Feels almost like a hotel lol. And the front area feels like a control room that changes theme to fit whos 'in control'. We called our system at the time, the Ph4nt0m-F1ight-Voyager system, and the changin space was from our old system name, Fiction Trick System

🌅- No clue. Our first headmate is either gone, was our OC Eilian, or Naeus.

⚖️ - Closest to a power imbalance is just one mf who can destroy the universe in the blink of an eye, to haha possessed car (assuming this is what you mean)

🦄- I dunno. traumagenic? whatever loneliness would be?

🏇- We barely get irl shit done we are the most non functional system /ij

🧬- No clue. (can you tell i suck at this/suck at answering stuff that isnt yes or no/true or false?)

🎭- We switch, and do have different speech patterns and stuff, but mostly mask it. The only really noticable stuff for those outside of us, are different foods we liked/used to like, and dress style

🕯️- Eh, kinda neutral. Some stuff sucks as we get very down when blurry, or when too many people are fronting (even if they arent 'in control')

🗣️- Assuming i know what you mean, we insult the hell out of eachother in headspace or online.

📚- Uhhh none

🎨- I'm hyper and sometimes whats called ditzy, compared to alot of our more serious alters, formal, or 'childish' alters

🌈- Unsure. We only used Simply Plural in June of 2024, and most of us are hosts/get front stuck alot. I'd say Naeus and Entity tho, but now its mostly Entity, as Naeus had alotta traumatic stuff happend that almost made them go dormant (for us ig its just shuttin yourself in your room and never comin out tho)

🕵️- Alot of our system terms are existin ones. I think the only ones we 'coined', are Analyzers and Observers. Observers just observe headspace and can almost be like a gatekeeper. While analyzers are kinda like a defense mechanism thing. They analyze situations and deal with them.

😡- No, but we've had the classic 'omg *factive headmate*, whens *question we dont know*?" for our Youtuber alters like Sb737 and ClownPierce. Like chat you wish we knew when Friend or Foe was back

📋- Yep! Alot of our headmates are from the same source, and we have alot of different things that didnt happen 'in canon' (its pissed alot of ppl off. its funny) I, Galaxy, remember spending time, forgiving and making up with my family, compared to my source counterpart who hates some of their guts/is hated by family/was unintentionally abandoned.

🧑‍🧒- We have like 3 littles, with another one age regressor. They're all children from source or regress due to trauma they have from source.

📺- I dont think so? I forgot what an introject is, + alot of headmates who'd prob be considered introjects dont feel like they are

🍝- I dunno

🌠- Not really. We were already the 'weird kid' so if we talked to ourselves when younger, it wouldnt help

🧱- no idea

🛸- Kinda? One person we did tell but dont think they cared/remembered cus they dont really ask or anything

🧁- A bunch of queers who are either funny block game Minecraft, TRANSFORMERS ROLL OUT, sentient fuckin car, or "whats up guys, today were going to-" (youtubers). Oh and we insult eachother alot

Created plurality ask game

These questions are meant to be answerable by both created systems and mixed-origin created systems.

🎉 - How long have you been a system? How do you define when you became a system?

💯 - How many headmates do you have? Are they all created?

🧠 - Why did you create headmates/create a system? Was it intentional or not?

💭 - Do you have a headspace? What's it like? Did you build it?

🌅 - Who created the others? Who is the first created headmate?

⚖️ - Is there a power imbalance in your system, especially between created and non-created headmates? What's the nature of this imbalance?

🦄 - What's your specific origin? Do you have more than one?

🏇 - Are you currently working on any system skills? What are they?

🧬 - How developed are your created headmates? How do you define this?

🎭 - If you can switch, do you have different mannerisms or speech patterns between headmates? Was this always the case?

🕯️ - How has having a created system impacted your life? Has it been a positive experience or not?

🗣️ - How do you and your headmates communicate? If you are mixed-origin, do you experience interaction with created headmates differently than non-created headmates?

📚 - What methods did you use to develop your headmates? Is there anything that worked particularly well for you?

🎨 - How different are you and your headmates from each other? Has it always been this way?

🌈 - Who's the most common fronter? Has this changed in the past?

🕵️ - What sort of terminology does your system prefer? Do you have any terms you've created for personal use?

😡 - Have you experienced discrimination or bigotry for having created headmates? What happened?

📋 - Do you experience exomemories? Are any of them traumatic?

👨‍👦 - Do you have any littles? Is them being little influenced by your created plurality at all?

📺 - Are any of the created headmates introjects? What kind of introject?

🍝 - Would you say being created origin is important to how your system functions currently? What does this mean to you? Has this changed over time?

🌠 - Do you wish you were plural earlier in life? Mixed origin systems, do you wish your created headmates could have been there earlier?

🧱 - What barriers do you have in your system, such as memory or thought barriers? Did you make them? Did you want them?

🛸 - Does anyone IRL know you're a system?

🧁 - Give me a silly oversimplification of your system and who's in it.