#they are very cute and I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner

[matchstique]

SURPRISE ATTACK FOR @/mishacakes

Tomiko Kaneko (she/him/theirs) is a rise oc created by @mishacakes

Bweheheh this was fun.

[dontopenfairies]

“Do you need your diaper checked?”

“No, I’m okay for now.”

“What was that, honey?”

“I said no,” he says, eyes on the jigsaw puzzle strewn out before him on the dining room table. He lifts a piece and finds its place easily.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been doing this puzzle for two hours straight and you haven’t gotten up for the bathroom at all. I know that pull-up is soaked.”

“Can you get out of my hair for five seconds?” he says, irritated. “I’m making really good progress on this.” He really is, quickly snapping together four more pieces.

“Are we really going to do this today?”

“I’m not doing anything. Except for this puzzle.” He scans what he has so far and swaps around a couple of big pieces. She watches his fingers moving quickly, sliding over the loose pieces and flipping them around, and almost gets distracted. That and the cute face he makes when he’s concentrating…She snaps out of it when he glances up, an angry crease in his forehead. “You’re breaking my concentration! Don’t you have something else to do?”

“You’re being such a brat! I can’t believe you! You’re being very, very bad!”

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all, and snapping together two more pieces. “Wow! That one almost stumped me earlier! Look!” He turns around to show it to her, excited.

“Really? You were just telling me to leave and now you want me to praise you because you’re doing a good job at your puzzle? Come on, get your butt over here. I know you need a change, bad.”

He hesitates, hands on the back of his chair.

“Come on, sweetheart, come over here like a good boy and let me check your diaper. I know you want to hear me call you a good boy.”

“No! I don’t!” He’s blushing. His eyes are looking at the puzzle but his body is still turned towards hers.

“Do you need me to manhandle you?” She comes a little closer, getting ready to lift him out of the chair. She is just a little stronger than he is and she knows this is a sore spot of his.

“No!! I’m coming over.” He stands up slowly and carefully. Oh, yeah. There’s a little round wet patch on his pants on one of his thighs. And as he walks towards her she can see where his pull-up is sagging.

She takes him to the bathroom and pulls his pants down. The pull-up is completely saturated with piss. “Jesus, baby,” she says. “You should have told me sooner.”

“Why is that my job?” he asks, rolling his eyes.

“Dude, really? Did you want me to check you by force every half-hour? You’re an adult man pissing himself on purpose and I’m changing your literal diapers, and you’re this ungrateful? Hands on your head, right now.”

He obliges immediately, knowing that he’s gone too far. She yanks the pull-up down and slaps his wet ass roughly. And again. And again, until it’s completely red and raw. He’s silent during the entire ordeal but when she turns him around and eases his hands off his head he has tears on his cheeks. It can’t be all bad, though, otherwise he wouldn’t also be sporting a huge erection.

“Aw, baby,” she says, roughing his hair and standing on tiptoe to kiss him. “It didn’t hurt that bad, did it?”

“No, mommy,” he says quietly.

“Let me wipe your eyes. Then I’m going to wipe you up down here. Does that feel better? I’m going to get you a new, clean pull-up.”

“You didn’t say it yet.”

“What was that?” She looks over her shoulder, hands in the diaper drawer.

“You said if I agreed you’d call me, um…”

Ohhh. That’s right. Wouldn’t it be fun to play dumb and make him say it? “What was that? I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey. I said I’d call you something?”

He fidgets with his collar, looking down, while she stands in front of him with the fresh pull-up. “Um, yousaidyoudcallmeagoodboy,” he says very quickly, looking away.

“Ohh, that’s right, I did. But even when you followed me into the bathroom, you still talked back to me. Are you ready to be a good boy now?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Okay,” she says. “Step into this, honey.”

“Wait…can I go poop first, please? I really need to.”

“Okay, go to the toilet. I’ll wait right here.” She crosses her arms but he looks at the toilet with a weird expression, like suspicion. “What?”

“Um, that’s going to hurt. Um, sitting down…”

“Ohh, right. Yeah, it’ll hurt. Are you gonna go?”

He starts twisting his shirt between his hands very fast. “I was wondering, if, maybe, um, just this once, I could poop in the pull-up?”

“Sweetheart…Okay, fine. You can go poop in the pull-up. Help me get it on you.” He tries to hide his excitement as she slips the pull-up up his legs and makes sure it’s snuggly on his hips. “Squat over the floor.” She points a finger down and he obeys, wrapping his arms around her legs. “Now go poop in your pull-up.”

His face scrunches and she hears a crackling sound from the diaper. “Umf,” he groans.

“Are you finished?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Stand up. I want to see the damage so far.” The pull-up has a huge lump in the back and is wet from where he involuntarily pissed himself while pushing. She wraps a hand around the lump and shakes it a little. “That’s not a very big log,” she says.

“There’s definitely more,” he says. “I really need to go.”

“Can you finish standing up?”

He nods and braces himself on the counter, and then she watches as his pull-up expands to its limit, a huge, hefty log pushing against it. Holy fuck, that’s hot, she thinks to herself as he groans again.

“I’m all down now,” he says.

“Good boy,” she says, wrapping her arms around him and ruffling his hair again. “Come on back to your puzzle. I’m going to put a stack of towels down on your chair so you can keep working for a little while without worrying about leaks, because there’s no way I’m changing you again so soon. Besides, that’ll feel better than sitting on the hard chair right after a spanking.”

“What!! You expect me to sit in a—“

“At-tat-tat,” she says, shaking a finger.

“Sorry. Thank you for changing me, mommy. And thank you for letting me go number two in my pull-up.”

“Good boy. Let’s go back to the table.”

[desperate-gay]

1v1

Alexia Putellas x fem!reader

summary: your teammate, kelley o’hara, invites you to an interview where you get to talk about the love of your life

“Hi, I’m Kelley O'Hara, and this is one v one. Today I am joined by former NWSL player who now plays for Barcelona and the USWNT, Y/n Y/l/n!” Kelley does jazzy hands towards you while you smile and wave at one of the many cameras pointed at the two of you.

Both you and Alexia decided to take a trip to the states so you could see all of your friends and family and so Alexia could take a break from all the press who followed her around. You both share an apartment in New York in case you’re ever in the US and, obviously, a house in Spain. Kelley asked if you’d be okay with doing one of the interviews she conducts with Just Women’s Sports, and of course, you said yes. You’ve missed her since the World Cup ended, so who were you to say no? Alexia decided to stay back and rest for a bit while you went.

You’re now seated in front of multiple cameras with a few crew members and beside Kelley. The room you’re in is nice and calm, and the window behind you allows the natural light to peek its way in.

“Now, getting straight into it, I introduced you as Y/n Y/l/n, but soon you won’t have that name,” Kelley smirks with a teasing eyebrow while you blush and fiddle with the ring on your finger. “Seeing as your lover, aka the goat of soccer, aka la reina, aka Alexia Putellas, proposed to you a couple of months ago.”

You laugh at the multiple names the brunette presents your fiancé with. “First of all, Alexia is going to be mad at you for calling it soccer and her la reina. Second, yes, my name will very soon be legally changed.” Kelley starts applauding with a bright smile on her face.

“I can’t believe two of my teammates are going to be married to basically the two best female soccer players ever! Mrs. and Mrs. Putellas, then Mrs. Kerr and Mrs. Mewis.” You nod excitedly, hoping for your wedding to approach sooner.

“I remember when you came up to me and Kristie, explaining to us how we couldn’t talk to our fiancé’s about our game plans.” The defender laughs and nods her head, remembering how offended both of you looked. “Me and Kristie are still mad at you for not trusting us.”

Kelley puts her hands in fake surrender before going on to explain. "Well, a couple of us were thinking about how you two are with the enemy, and one of us just had to make sure.”

“A couple of you?” You shout in disbelief, making her look at the camera with a worried face. “Nope, cut the cameras. Interview is off!” You joke as you make it look like you’re taking off your mic. The crew chuckles at your guy’s antics and shakes their heads.

—

After several minutes of talking about why you moved to Barca and how you’ve been over there, you are now down to the last discussion.

“As we all know, you’re with Alexia Putellas, as previously mentioned. A lot of fans want to know how the it couple met.” Kelley’s legs are crisscrossed on the chair while she faces you. “I mean, I already know the story, but gotta give the fans what they want.”

Thinking back, it was a cute little story. A couple of Spanish players were in the states for whatever reason, most likely for conferences, and you didn’t have anything to do that day.

“Well, we all know my bestest friend is the one and only Christen Press, and she’s also friends with the amazing Jenni Hermoso. So when word got around they were in town, everyone set plans to go to this nice club and essentially hang out. I specifically remember after Chris and Tobin dragged me with them when we got there and sat in the round booths, both Jenni and Chris forced me and Alexia in the middle to sit next to each other. We got to talking, and eventually, we went on a couple of dates until Jenni and Christen finally admitted they had been trying to set us up.”

Most of what you say is true, but you leave out some parts to keep it PG. After you both got extremely drunk, Alexia dragged you to her hotel room, where you both had an unrestful night. The next morning, she did explain how she’d love to take you on a date, to which you said yes, and now you’re happily engaged. After you two were together for around a year and a half, Barca had an offer for you, which you quickly accepted. Everyone adored how you moved to the club with your fiancé.

Kelley’s head rests on her hand as she stares at you in a complete trance. “Tell me more.”

You laugh at her words and say, “Umm, oh! Now Christen is my maid of honor for our wedding, and Jenni is Alexia’s. Mapi was not happy about being knocked down to just a bridesmaid or groomsman, whatever you want to call it.”

“I’m a little offended that I wasn't offered the position of maid of honor.” The brunette places a hand on her heart in fake hurt, making you roll your eyes.

“You’re literally one of my bridesmaids. I can just put you as a guest if you want."

“No! No, I’m cool with bridesmaids.”

—

Once the interview was done, you and Kelley hung out for a little bit to catch up. After a while, she offered you a ride back to your apartment, which you gladly accepted.

Alexia is sitting on the couch with Nala in her lap when she hears the fiddle of keys in the doorway. The pomeranian jumps up from her lap and over towards the place where you now stand. You crouch down and pet through her fur.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hola, mi amor.” Alexia makes her way over to you and pecks you on the lips.

“I was actually talking to this one.” You gesture to the dog that’s now panting in your arms. The taller girl glares at you and takes Nala from your arms before beginning to walk away. “No no no no no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You say as you press multiple kisses on her lips.

“That’s what I thought.” She mumbles against you and sets the ball of fluff on the ground. Her hands grab onto your hips, pulling you in, and start to wrap around your waist. She nuzzles her face in the crook of your neck while placing feather-like kisses on your skin. “I’ve missed you.”

You wrap your arms back around her, feeling all of your tension go away. “Awe, I’ve missed you too, baby. I know I’ve only been gone for a few hours, but it felt like years.” Your voice is muffled by your face being pressed against her chest.

“I’m glad you decided to sleep with the enemy.” You pull back from the embrace and notice her little smirk.

“You saw the interview, huh?”

The Spanish player nods before hooking her arm behind your legs and lifting you up. “Now, I have been patiently waiting for you to get home so I can get my daily cuddles.”

She struts off into your bedroom and throws you, not so gently, on the bed. Cutting off your complaining, she jumps on top of you, hugging your body and resting her head on your stomach. You shake her head with a smile on your face and begin to run your fingers through her faded pink hair. Her head slowly rises and falls due to your breathing, but it still lulls her right to sleep. Nala jumps beside you and also rests her head on your chest, causing you to smile softly and run your other hand through her fur. There is no other place you’d rather be than with your two favorite girls sleeping on top of you.

[mamayan]

OK hear me out

Punishing sub Genya

I love this soft good boy so much but smth about him crying and begging for forgiveness is... Hot... 💜

I am literally screaming I can’t believe I didn’t see this ask sooner, my apologies Nonnie. I was just thinking about how cute he’d beg for forgiveness—

Punishment

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

cw: NSFW • Sub! Genya • Dom! Reader • Fem! Reader • Paddling • Spanking • Misuse (or correct use ;) of an obi to make a cock ring • Orgasm Denial/Overstimulation• Dacryphilia • Begging/Whining • Male Squirting • Teasing/Slight Humiliation • Punishment • Fingering (M) • Bondage • Not proof read!

Visible puffs of air fog his face as he looks around, head hung as he drags in as much air as possible. Wrists tied above his head, silk perfectly knotted and holding him up straight, his bare feet planted on the tatami below. Each muscle tensed in anticipation, Genya prepares himself mentally for the blow before it happens.

He can’t truly prepare himself though, not when you tease in between with feather soft touches and kisses always checking in on him. “Doing okay, baby?” Breathing in his ear and making his leaking bruising cock beg for release even harder as it bobs against his abdomen. The soft obi once tied around your waist now hangs down to his knees, wrapped tightly around the base of his cock and only allowing just enough circulation to prevent any lasting damage. His balls to his tip are a nearly alarming purple, but the rest of his pale skin is flushed a bright red, and his ass an even deeper shade as it slowly forms bruises from the paddle you held.

His eyes tracked you as you moved around him slowly, circling like a predator might their prey before attack.

He shivers in anticipation, drool dripping down his chin as his lips wobble, watery gaze wild and pupils dilated to nearly cover all the purple.

“Poor thing… you need to cum don’t you, sweet boy?”

“Pl-please…mistress—,”

“Ah ah,” your hand raised to stop his pleas for mercy, shaking your head as you eye him in disappointment.

“I remember very clearly the rules, do you remember?”

“N-no cumming without pe-permission…” he swallows thickly, grunting softly as you trace just over the tip of his engorged cock with the pad of your finger.

“And what did you do?” You pry further.

“I—I came! Fuck—mistress, please, please let me cum! I-I can’t, please,” he sounds broken as he begs, legs shaking and more weight being shifted to the ceiling beam keeping his arms up. The creak is drown out by his whimpers, the way his body shifts and muscles flex as he nearly breaks his own bonds.

It must be pity, as you round behind him, and prod his hole with the finger which had collected his precum. The digit slides in easily, and the way his entire body rocks back into you a clear indication of his pleasure.

“Yes, ah, mhmm, s-so good—never disobey again, be so good for you, m’sorry,” he’s a delightful sobbing mess as you finger him, watching how his eyes roll back and head hand limp while he tries desperately to hump the air. He can’t cum with the obi around his cock though, but his mind is too far gone to think further.

“Really, what am I to do with you? Such a slutty thing, always desperate to cum. My sweet boy can’t help himself can he?” You slip another finger inside, his moans increasing an octave as he nearly passes out from the pressure in his groin. Slick squelching fills the small room as Genya chokes and cries for more, even as the paddle comes down across his flesh with a resounding smack—

“Alright, I’ll let you cum, are you ready, baby?” He’s hardly coherent as you talk calmly, reaching around his sweaty body to easily untie the belt preventing his orgasm.

He’s cumming instantly. Body jerking violently as he hunches as if to avoid your touch as you wrap your fingers around him and jerk his cock until a copious spray of cum and liquid releases and he’s going completely limp in your arms.

“Ah!,” his howl nearly sounds pained as he makes a mess on himself and the floor, your fingers sticky and wet as you keep a firm grip on his cock and keep going.

“M-mistress…?!” His panicked cry only brings a smile to your lips. Tears spill down his reddened cheeks. You keep him caged against you, still moving your fingers in his ass as you work him hard again despite the pained whines leaving his lips.

“What’s wrong sweet boy? I thought you wanted to cum?” He’s shaking, realization dawning late as he realizes your true punishment for him.

“P-please forgive me…”

“Go ahead and cum until you can’t anymore.”

Dividers created by the lovely @benkeibear

[clangenrising]

Month 13 - Newleaf

“Still no sign of them,” Pantherhaze said sadly. “Russetfrond and Sparrowpaw are still out there waiting though.” 

Goldenstar sighed. The longer they waited, the clearer it became that Smokyrose and Songdust were in serious trouble. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much they could do but wait. They had no idea where the missing cats were and the chances that anyone she sent would also go missing were just too high. She couldn’t in good conscience send her warriors into such a dangerous situation and so she was forced to sit and hope that the two old she-cats would find their ways back home. 

“Alright,” she said. “Thank you, Pantherhaze.” 

“Of course,” he said. Dipping his head, he slipped off to get a meal and left her alone at the foot of the Stoneperch. She closed her eyes and let the cold night wash her with melancholy. She tried to think about what Sunstar would do in this situation but that only led her to the conclusion that Sunstar would be storming the city single-pawed to get her sister back and Goldenstar would be forced to try and stop her. She almost wished it was that easy for her, that she had a good enough excuse to storm blindly into trouble. Then at least she wouldn’t have to agonize over the choice to do nothing. 

A strange scent blew down into camp on the wind, vanilla mixed with thunderpath and twolegs. Her fur bristled and she snapped towards it, mouth open. Had an attack finally come to their camp? The scent wasn’t strong enough to be too many cats. Her ears strained towards the sound, hoping for more details. 

“I’m just saying, he started it,” said a stranger’s voice, causing Goldenstar’s tail to brush up.

Then Russetfrond’s voice set her slightly at ease. “What are you, six weeks old?” 

“Enough!” Goldenstar’s heart leapt at the sound of a third, impossibly familiar voice. “You’re both very cute and funny and smart. Can we please give it a rest?” A pair of mismatched ears crested the slope and then there was Scorch, strolling into camp like nothing had happened, a perfect scowl on her perfect face. 

“Scorchplume!” Goldenstar was halfway across camp before she knew what was happening. 

“What?!” she heard Yarrowshade shout from inside the warriors’ den. 

Scorch had stopped in her tracks wearing a blank expression. Goldenstar stopped too. Was Scorch still upset with her? Oh, Stars, she hoped not. She was wearing a little blue collar with a little star shaped charm. Her blue eyes seemed to glow in the fading twilight as she licked her lips apprehensively. 

“Scorch!” Yarrowshade had burst out of the warriors’ den and bounded up past Goldenstar to butt his head against hers, a deep purr thrumming in his chest. Scorch stiffened but leaned into the touch. With the spell of her gaze broken, Goldenstar suddenly noticed the large blue she-cat looming close behind wearing a collar of her own and a suspicious glare. Cats were starting to gather, whispering amongst themselves, and the kittypet looked like she was trying to size all of them up.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Yarrowshade laughed. “What happened to you?” 

Scorch let out a small, frustrated noise from her throat, like she tried to speak but no words came out. “It’s a long and complicated story,” she ended up saying. Turning to look at the kittypet, she added, “This is Mystique. She helped me escape.” 

“I feel like ‘escape’ is a bit much,” the cat said. 

“No, it’s quite accurate,” Scorch said, looking back at Goldenstar. The leader’s breath suddenly froze in her chest. “Smokyrose is dead.” 

“What?” Russetfrond snapped, suddenly tensing up again. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?” 

“How do you know?” Yarrowshade asked.

Scorch pursed her lips and glared back at Russetfrond. “I told you I wanted to find Goldenstar before I started talking, remember?” She ignored Yarrowshade. 

“Right,” said Goldenstar, jolted out of her paralysis. “Why don't you come sit and tell us what you have to share.” She swept her tail towards the center of camp. As much as she probably ought to pull Scorch into her den for a more private briefing, she knew that everyone was going to be starving for details and that it would be faster if they all just heard them now instead of asking her for them one by one. 

“Thank you,” Scorch sighed, shoulders slacking. “Mystique and I are both very hungry as well. Would it be alright if we ate?” 

“Of course,” Goldenstar said immediately. 

Russetfrond growled. “We shouldn’t be sharing prey with the enemy, Goldenstar.” 

“She brought one of our warriors home,” she replied. “At least for tonight, she’s a guest.” Russetfrond huffed disapprovingly but didn’t protest any further. Mystique shot him the smuggest grin. Oh, dear, Goldenstar thought. Those two are going to be a pawful. 

A moment later, everyone who was awake was gathered around Scorch and Mystique who had been given a mouse each. Mystique seemed unsure how to approach the prey at first but once Scorch started eating she quickly followed suit. Everyone gave them a few beats to eat despite the palpable curiosity in the air. 

Russetfrond eventually broke the silence. “What do you know about Smokyrose and Songdust?” 

Scorch swallowed and straightened her posture authoritatively. “Smokyrose is dead. She and Songdust showed up to try and barter peace two days ago but Razor found out that she and Ghost were intertwined and killed her for it.” Mystique glanced at her with a frown but refrained from interrupting, focused instead on finishing her meal. 

“Because she wasn’t from the city?” Goldenstar asked in shock. She’d heard old stories about tyrannical leaders killing the cross-clan mates of their warriors before. She wondered if Razor was a kittypet purist. 

“Not exactly,” Scorch said. “He and Ghost are not on good terms right now. Razor killed her just to spite him.” Her tail lashed once but Goldenstar could see the burning anger underneath her calm and collected facade. Floodpaw reflected that anger, tail lashing back and forth as he sat on the edge of the meeting with his littermates. 

“That’s horrible!” Ospreymask said. 

“Poor Smokyrose…” mumbled Pantherhaze, looking at his paws. 

“What about Songdust?” Pressed Russetfrond. 

“She escaped,” Mystique volunteered. “Nobody’s seen her since.” 

“Nobody?” Branchbark frowned. 

“Nobody who will say anything at least,” shrugged Mystique. 

“Snake guts,” Yarrowshade cursed, staring through the dirt with wide, overwhelmed eyes. Beside him, Pantherhaze shut his eyes and whispered a prayer under his breath. 

“Okay, well that’s good,” Goldenstar said, trying to focus on the positive. “That means she’s probably safe.” 

“So why hasn’t she come home?” Ospreymask asked. 

“There’s a chance she’s been caught by the humans,” Scorchplume said, licking the last traces of her mouse from her lips. “If they’ve got her she’ll be in a place the city cats call a Judgement House.”

“Oh, that’s not scary at all,” Yarrowshade muttered. 

Scorch continued, “They’ll decide if she’s Chaff or if she’ll become Exalted - what you would call a kittypet. If she’s Chaff, she’ll be back on the street after about four days. If she’s not then it could take moons.” 

“Seriously?” Ospreymask scoffed. “Why?” 

“I don’t know,” Scorch shrugged. “I got taken home by a human after a week.” 

“So you were in one of these ‘Judgement Houses’?” Goldenstar asked. The idea sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what such a place would look like. 

“Yes,” Scorch twitched an ear. “It’s not important though. What is important is that the city cats are preparing to step up their attack. They’re going to keep starving you out but on top of that they’re training the Chaff to fight so they can send strike teams to pick your patrols off one by one.” Goldenstar noticed Mystique shifting uneasily, eyes darting over the scowling warriors around her.

“If they fight anything like the cats we fought before, they won’t stand a chance,” Floodpaw declared, puffing up his chest. 

“Shush,” Goldenstar said and he deflated, ears flopping backwards.

“It doesn’t matter if they do,” Scorch said. “There are a lot more Chaff in the city than there are Clan cats and the Exalted won’t have a problem with throwing them at you until you’re overwhelmed. It’s not a matter of if they wipe you out, it’s a matter of when.” Goldenstar swallowed. 

“So what do we do?” Branchbark asked. 

“Run?” Scorch said. “I told you, there’s no winning with Razor. Your best chance is to leave and live to fight another day.”

“No way,” Russetfrond growled. 

“That’s been discussed and discarded already,” Goldenstar said. “The Clans would never agree to it.” 

“I thought Snowstar was willing to help us relocate on the other side of the mountains,” said Yarrowshade. 

“Yes,” Goldenstar winced, “but I doubt we’d be able to convince SkyClan and FallenClan to come with us. Besides, we already decided that we weren’t going to abandon our home.” 

“Goldenstar, how many times do I have to tell you,” Scorchplume’s claws sank into the grass, “there is no other way! If you stay here you’ll all die. That’s that.” 

Goldenstar bit her lip, unable to hold back the disappointment overwhelming her. She’d hoped that if she ever saw Scorch again that there would be a tearful reunion, not a bitter argument. She shuffled a bit, aware that the eyes of her Clan were on her. Whatever she said next would have weight.

“I know you believe that,” she said and she saw Scorch scowl defensively. Quickly, she added, “I’m not saying you’re crazy, I’m just saying I have to make sure there isn’t another course of action before we resort to something that drastic.” 

“We should ask StarClan,” Ospreymask suggested. “They led us to victory during the snowstorm! They can do it again!”

“Of course they did,” Scorch scoffed, rolling her eyes as she looked away. Goldenstar wanted to scream. They had! Scorch had somehow managed to be gone right when StarClan gave them definitive proof of their existence. It was infuriating. 

“I’ll plan a visit to the River,” she said instead. “We’ll see what guidance they can provide.” 

“What about you?” Branchbark said to Mystique. “What do you think we should do?” 

The kittypet sat up, ears flicking back uncomfortably, and she looked around at them with an uneasy grimace. “Me?” 

“Yeah,” he said. “You helped Scorchplume. You can’t be all that bad. We have kits and elders here who are in danger and we’ll fight to defend them but we don’t want to kill your cats any more than we want you to kill ours.”

“Sure,” scoffed Mystique. “I’ve heard about how you swarmed the hunting party and slaughtered Sycamore.” 

“He was going to kill Floodpaw,” Ospreymask said, voice sharp and clipped. Floodpaw squirmed in embarrassment. 

Branchbark tried again. “We were just trying to defend our homes and our loved ones. I’m sure you understand that, right?” Mystique nodded after a beat. “So what do you think we should do? You know the city cats better than we do. What’s the best way forward for everyone?” Goldenstar raised her brows, impressed. Branchbark was sharp as a thorn, as usual. All eyes turned to Mystique, waiting for her answer. Scorch in particular seemed invested in what she had to say.

“Well…” the big blue she-cat swallowed, a frown tugging at her lips. “My brother is a stubborn cat. He wants the wild territories and he’s probably not going to give up any time soon.” 

“Your brother?” Russetfrond glared. 

“Razor,” Scorch said tightly. Everyone bristled. 

“What?!” Yarrowshade was on his feet.

“The kits are sleeping!” Ospreymask hissed at him.

“How could you bring her here?!” Russetfrond accused Scorch. “Weren’t you thinking?!”

“I did what I had to do,” Scorch snarled, voice dripping with a venom Goldenstar had never heard before. “Don’t you dare lecture me!” Mystique had pulled back into a defensive crouch, tail twitching in grim anticipation of a fight.

“Everyone calm down,” Goldenstar stood as well, trying to speak authoritatively without raising her volume too much. “Blood isn’t everything. She’s done nothing but help us so far, we’re not going to turn on her because of her brother’s actions.” Yarrowshade glared at her for a second before sitting down again. Russetfrond didn’t move, locked in a staring contest with Scorchplume. 

“He’s really not so bad…” Mystique said weakly. 

“Have you ever heard him talk?” Yarrowshade laughed bitterly. 

“Didn’t he kill Smokyrose over a petty grudge?” said Ospreymask. 

“He’s the worst kind of monster there is,” Scorch growled, still squinting furiously at Russetfrond. “He takes just to take and he’s cruel without cause. But Mystique isn’t like him.” She glanced over at the kittypet. “She may be a little obtuse but she means well.”

“Okay, ouch,” Mystique said defensively. Scorch opened her mouth like she was going to continue then pursed her lips and looked away again. 

“Maybe we should have this conversation in the morning,” suggested Pantherhaze. “I think some sleep would do everyone some good.” 

“I suppose I could stay the night,” Mystique mumbled. 

“Oh, you’ll stay longer than that,” growled Russetfrond. Looking at Goldenstar, he said, “She knows where our camp is, what our numbers are, what we plan to do. She can’t go back to the city.” 

“Hold on!” Mystique rose to her paws, causing Russetfrond, Yarrowshade, Ospreymask, and Floodpaw to do the same. “You can’t keep me here!” 

“We can do whatever we like,” Russetfrond hissed, back arching. Goldenstar felt the situation quickly slipping away from her. 

“Look,” she said, “he has a point. It would be extremely unwise to let you return to the others. You’ll have to stay here, at least for a while. I’m really sorry.” Mystique’s mouth fell open, dumbfounded. 

“The elder’s den is empty now,” Russetfrond said, lowering back into a calmer posture. “We can keep her there. I’ll take first watch and then organize a rotation tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Goldenstar agreed. “Try not to provoke her too much, okay?” He grunted in reluctant affirmation. 

“Great,” glowered Mystique, “can’t someone else be my jailer?”

“Think of him more as your personal bodyguard,” Scorch smiled. The smug tone of her voice and the way that Mystique’s expression became suddenly guilty told Goldenstar there was some kind of personal meaning there she wasn’t aware of. 

“Besides,” Scorch continued, standing and swishing her tail in a beautiful arc, “It’s not like you can go home. Once Razor finds out you stole his precious little bird you’ll be public enemy number one.”

Mystique’s face fell, horror dawning behind her eyes. “Wait…”

 “You didn’t think about that, did you?” Scorch huffed a laugh through her nose. “Well, you’ll have plenty of time to think about it now.” 

“Come on,” Russetfrond said, stepping closer. “Let’s go.” Mystique stared at Scorch for another beat then slowly rose to her paws and let Russetfrond corral her into the empty elders’ den. Goldenstar’s throat seized guiltily.

“Sparrowpaw,” she called.

“Yes?” He straightened his posture attentively. 

“Get her some water and fresh bedding, alright?” 

“Yes, Goldenstar,” Sparrowpaw nodded and hurried off to do so. 

“Better than she deserves,” Floodpaw grumbled. 

Goldenstar shot him a stern look. “Shush. Don’t you have dawn patrol tomorrow? Go to bed.”

“Fine…” he sighed, trudging back to the apprentices’ den beside Barleypaw. Branchbark and Pantherhaze slipped into the warriors’ den. Ospreymask went back to the top of the hill to resume her night watch. Goldenstar and Yarrowshade were left with Scorch, a quiet tension hanging between them. Goldenstar decided to break the silence sooner rather than later. 

“I’m glad you’re back,” she said softly. 

“Yeah,” said Yarrowshade, “me too.”

Scorch shifted. The mask that Goldenstar had spent moons trying to loosen was back in place, tightly affixed to her features. Goldenstar felt it, like a wound in her own throat. When Scorch spoke, she sounded casual in a way that Goldenstar knew was calculated. 

“We’ll see how long I stick around,” she shrugged. “You may want to stay and get murdered but I’ll be long gone before then.” 

“C’mon, you don’t mean that,” Yarrowshade frowned. 

Goldenstar stepped forward, quickly saying, “Whatever you choose to do, we’ll understand.” Yarrowshade’s frown turned on her and she shot him a scowl in reply. 

“Right,” Scorch said. “Of course.” 

Yarrowshade glanced at her then ducked away. “Um, I’m off to bed,” he mumbled. “See you tomorrow.” He slunk away, tail brushing the ground. Goldenstar thought she caught a sliver of a frown on Scorch’s face but it was gone immediately. 

“I’m sorry about him,” she said. 

Scorch hummed noncommittally. 

“So…” she said, her stomach writhing like a pit of snakes. “You were a kittypet.” She glanced at the collar and Scorch followed her gaze, seemingly surprised to see it. 

“Oh, yeah, I was,” she said. “I’d love to get this thing off though.” 

“Let me help you,” Goldenstar stepped closer then stopped, waiting for Scorch to close the rest of the distance. There was a pause and then she did. 

“It’s not that tight,” she said. “I think you could probably pull it off without too much trouble.” 

“Let me see,” Goldenstar breathed, leaning in to inspect it. She tested the thing in her teeth, pulled at it, then said, “Uh, duck your head?” Scorch complied and she leaned over to grab it from the back. As her teeth brushed Scorch’s scruff, she felt Scorch’s entire body stiffen in fear, smelled the sweat forming on her paw pads. It scared her. Quickly, she hooked her teeth around the collar and pulled, wiggling it over Scorch’s ears and onto the ground. Scorch let out a shaky breath and stood up straight, giving her fur a few licks to smooth it down. 

“Thank you,” she said, “I’ll get rid of that thing in the morning.” 

Now, thought Goldenstar, say something before you lose your chance!

“Uh, your old nest is gone but you can stay in my den tonight if you like.” 

Scorch swallowed and squinted at her. “No. No, I think I’ll just use Russetfrond’s. I appreciate the generous offer though.” 

“Alright.” Goldenstar smiled, blood draining from her face. “Good night.” She swiveled and strode quickly into her own den, worried that she would die of embarrassment before she arrived. That could have gone better. There was this massive wall between them that she didn’t know how to scale and it was killing her. 

Scorch was home though… that was good. She could work with that.

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Unknown gives you a blank look. “Say that again.” He’s not shy about asking you for clarification when he needs it, nor is he embarrassed about lacking the context for whatever you’re planning to yap about. Unknown has learned since meeting you that you’re the one who’s strange for knowing so much about so many useless things, apparently including obscure Yuletide lore that has never been relevant to the Savior’s Christmas Day sermons. 

“Sure.” You shrug, evidently accustomed to odd requests from your employer. You’re not half as pliant as the believers are— you’re prone to snide remarks, and occasionally, you even argue with him— but ultimately, you are loyal to Unknown. “I asked if Santa and Rudolph had been here yet. It was a joke, boss.”

“Who the fuck is Rudolph?” Unknown has heard about Santa, of course, and he feels it should go without saying that the bastard is not welcome at Magenta. The sheer idea of a man who picks and chooses which children are worthy of receiving gifts is antithetical to the very project of the Mint Eye. But Unknown has other concerns at the moment. He’s never heard of this Rudolph person before, but if they go along with Santa, then they can’t be good news.

Granted, if they go along with Santa, then they’re probably not even real, but Unknown is nevertheless annoyed. He didn’t dress up in his holiday finest and spend all night working just so he could waste this morning cleansing your false faiths.

 “You don’t know about Rudolph? God, where do I even start?”

“Stop beating around the bush.” Unknown doesn’t have all day, after all, and he had hoped to give you your present sooner rather than later.

“Okay,” you pause for a moment, presumably— hopefully— to collect your thoughts before answering his question in a succinct and accurate manner. “Rudolph is one of Santa’s reindeer. He has a glowing red nose, so he was bullied as a kid, but then one year, it was foggy on Christmas, so Santa couldn’t see, and he was like, ‘hey, Rudolph, with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?’ and Rudolph said yes, but I’ve always kind of wondered if saying no was even an option for him. Like, do the reindeer live on their own and they just contract with Santa as freelancers, or are they his employees, like the elves? I can’t remember if the movie goes into it.” 

Perhaps unsurprisingly, your monologue has left Unknown with more questions than answers. He has no idea what to do with the information he’s just gleaned. “What’s a reindeer?” He asks. 

“Okay, bro, whoever taught you about Christmas did a seriously shit job,” you proclaim, “Reindeer are like— so, they actually exist, they live in… cold places, I guess? I don’t know. But they’re a real type of deer that you could actually go see in real life.”

“And… their noses glow?” Unknown is baffled. How could an animal like that really exist? 

“No,” you assure him, “They also don’t really fly, but in stories about Santa, he has a whole team of them pulling his sleigh. You’ve really never heard of reindeer? Ever?”

“Where would I hear about something like that?” Unknown demands. He finds it beyond doubtful that the Savior would ever have bothered to educate him about any animal, and that redhead never told Unknown the whole truth in his life. It would make sense that he’d be hiding something big, even about that made-up bastard Santa Claus. 

“Okay, well, I know how we’re spending Christmas morning,” you announce, like you have any say in the matter. Sometimes, Unknown wonders if you have any idea what it means to be his assistant, after all. “First, I’ll show you how to pirate the old claymation movie about Rudolph. That’s a classic.”

“Claymation?” It’s like you’re speaking a foreign language. 

“Man, have you never been outside before?” You ask, with a cute little laugh, “It’s a kind of stop-motion where they splice the film together from a bunch of pictures of clay figures. You’ll see when we watch it. Anyway, let’s also pirate some kind of documentary about reindeer. I’m sure there’s something like that out there, or at least… Arctic animals? But I don’t know if Reindeer live in the arctic. They might live in the woods.”

“You’re getting bossy,” Unknown warns, though he can’t hide his fond smile.

“I’m educating you,” you counter, looking equally fond.

Unknown goes along with your plan. He’s in a giving mood today, which is very seasonally appropriate and besides— he wants to learn more about reindeer. 

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Children Adventures 

Fluff (adventure)

Chapter 213

1650 Words 

(Children's adventures with Jisoo, Ari, Hina, and Daeun. They spend time with their grandparents and explore Hawaii.)

Grandparents: 

Jihyo’s Mom and Dad

Mina’s Mom and Dad

Chaeyoung’s Mom 

Sana’s Mom and Dad

It’s 9 a.m., and the babies have breakfast with their grandparents. The babies sit in their high chairs and eat cereal and apple sauce. 

All the grandfathers eat together across the living room and discuss on their own as the grandmas sit beside the children at the table and watch as they eat with their hands.

“Jisoo and Ari eat very well. They are going to be strong when they grow up” says Sana’s mom.

“Look at Hina over here; she’s trying to share some of her food with Daeun,” says Jihyo’s mom. 

“Thank you for sharing your apple sauce with Daeun. You’re such a big sister,” says Chaeyoung’s mom. Hina gets happy hearing that she’s a big sister and shows her gummy smile. 

“Haha, look at Hina. Just like her mom and that cute smile,” says Jihyo’s mom. 

While the children eat, the member’s moms talk about the wedding, mainly about your performance. “I still can’t believe that you actually had him give you a strip dance,” laughs Mina’s mom. 

“I didn’t know since Chae was embarrassed. I wanted to tease her a bit, but I guess I’m the one who got the long end of the stick.” 

“You mean…”

“When he placed me on the floor, I panicked since it was dark. I tried to grab him, but I ended up touching it by accident,” and covers her blushing face

The mothers laugh at her embarrassment and tease her, “Was it big?”

They quietly wait for her to answer with full interest until she finally speaks up, “It felt bigger than my hand,” showing her small hands. The women laugh, causing the babies to look up. 

Mina’s mom looks at Jihyo’s mom and says, “You have a hung son-in-law,” causing Jihyo’s mom to smile proudly. 

“Thank you. My daughter has told me about it, and I’m happy she’s getting her fill. Happy that resulted in my first grandchild, too,” looking at Jisoo eating her fill of apple sauce. 

“What was your reaction when she told you that she was pregnant?” asked Chaeyoung’s mom. Jihyo’s mom tries to remember when you and Jihyo got together and says, “Hmm… it’s a funny story, actually. When they started going out, they would hang out at the house. It was cute seeing Jihyo act girly since she has a strong personality. Haha… I still remember going to the girls’ school for an event, coming home a bit early, and hearing the two of them in Jihyo’s room with the door closed making noises. I placed my head by the door, could tell they were fooling around, and knocked on it. The face they made was to die for, haha. Later that day, I sat down with Jihyo and reminded her of her job as an idol and not to have dating rumors. I told her she could have him come over and, if they were both serious about their relationship, do it here, at the house, and not in a hotel. From then on, I would give them two space in the house while doing my errands. I would see the smile on their faces when I would come home. As you all know, they had Jisoo there much later.”

“How come you gave them the okay to have sex at our house?” asked Chae’s mom. 

“We knew it would happen sooner or later, so we thought it would be easier to control the situation and have them do it somewhere safe. Plus, her dad and I are not your typical parents; we still have sex, drink, and even tell Jihyo to drink with us.” 

Chae’s mom is surprised by her comment and looks around the group of moms and sees them nod in agreement. 

Mina’s mom is about to give her own input, but Ari interrupts their conversation by flicking some apple sauce to Jisoo's face, causing her to get upset and yell at Ari. 

After having breakfast, everyone gets ready and heads out to the aquarium. The children are in their strollers and enter the small aquarium. The first exhibit they see is a large fish tank where all the fish from the movie Finding Nemo can be seen. 

The Twins and Jisoo jump off their stroller and plant their faces on the glass as they try to see the fish resembling Dory and Nemo. “Look, Jisoo-chan, Ari-Chan, you can see Dory over there,” says Sana’s dad. The two run towards the other side of the glass and raise their arms to be picked up. 

“Up, up!” 

Jihyo’s dad and Sana’s dad pick them up to where Dory is swimming, and they tap the glass. On the other hand, Hina walks to her grandpa and pulls on his shorts. He looks down and sees Hina with her puppy dog eyes, pointing at the glass, “Ne…Nemo.” Her grandpa picks her up and walks to where the Nemo fish is swimming, “Look, Hina, it’s Nemo.” She looks at the fish, slowly pokes at the glass, and traces her, following the fish. When the fish swims away, she turns to her grandpa and kisses him on the cheek, thanking him. He smiles and laughs at the sudden kiss, causing Hina to show her gummy smile. 

After finishing the fish exhibit, they walk to an open area and take pictures of the children. Before moving to the shark exhibit, they stop by some benches and have a snack. Walking to the exhibit, they see a large tank of different shark species. Hina is the first to point at the shark and shout, “White!” 

Her grandpa strolls beside her and says, “Were you trying to say great white shark?” Hina nods, and he replies, “Close, but that’s a bull shark. Is a great white shark your favorite animal?” She nods and says, “White, white!” while holding her arms up. She picks her up and moves alongside the shark as it swims in the large tank. 

Ari and Jisoo, on the other hand, look at the sharks and make noises, imitating biting sounds. They start to play around the pathway, chasing each other until their grandmas get their attention and ask them to stop. They stop and are sternly warned to behave like Hina and Daeun, who are sleeping. 

They exit the shark exhibit and stop by the gift shop for a souvenir. Jisoo picks out the jellyfish, Ari, the penguin, Daeun gets Dory, Hina picks the great white shark, and the grandparents get souvenirs. 

They all head to the next stop, a family-friendly hotel with pools meant for small children. Some of the men go to reverse a tent while the others change into something more comfortable. 

The babies come out waddling to the tent with their one-pieces and hats while Daeun is carried. With everyone in the tent, they place a soft mat for Daeun and Hina to play in. 

Meanwhile, Jisoo and Ari point at the water, “play… play.” “Do you want to go in after asks Ari’s grandma. Ari and Jisoo nod their heads and grab their floaties. Jisoo’s and Ari’s grandpa put on their vest and took them into the shallow pool. With their donut floaty around them, they splash each other. 

Hina, with her cute outfit and shades, watches her sisters play in the water. She turns occasionally to watch Daeun play with her tofu plushy that Dahyun got her. 

Daeun, after playing with her toy, begins to cry out of hunger. Hina gets off her chair, walks to Daeun’s baby baby, and pulls out the bottle her grandma prepared for her. She walks to her grandma and says, “Da eat,” while rubbing her belly. 

“Are you saying that Daeun is hungry?” Hina nods and points at Daeun, who is crying. “Would you like to feed her?” Hina replies, “Me sister” and waits for Daeun to be placed in her stroller. 

Hina then shakes the bottle and gives it to her baby sister. Daeun immediately begins to suck on the bottle and looks at Hina, who is smiling at her. 

A few minutes later, Jisoo and Ari return from the pool. “Omg, you, too, have a small tan! Did Grandpa forget to reapply the sunscreen?” The both of them laugh as both their grandpas apologize to their wives. 

Sana’s mom then comments, “You took are going to look like Jihyo and Mina with their tans.” The rest of the parents laugh at the idea of the babies looking like their mothers. 

They spend several more hours at the pool and go in multiple times. Ari tries to get Hina inside the pool but doesn’t want to get wet and decides only to soak her legs. 

After a long day, they all return to the house with some local food on the way back. The grandparents place a short table in the middle of the large living room and begin to eat. 

“Kids, it’s time to eat!” yells Chaeyoung’s mom.

The twins and Jisoo, after getting home decide to run around with their new toys in the backyard and play monster. Hina, who got a great white shark, chases Jisoo, Ari, and the yard. The other two scream and laugh as they try to escape Hina. 

Then they hear it’s time for dinner, they run inside the house and ask to get picked up, “wash.” After washing their hands, they go to the living room and stuff their faces as the rest of the adults are still in the kitchen. “What are you girls doing?” They lift their faces covered in rice and sauce, causing the rest to laugh. Jisoo holds her hand, offers them some of her rice, and smiles. 

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hoax ~ p.p

chapter six: deja vu

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The next morning, you felt like you were walking on air as you walked onto campus. Hearing Peter promise to love you as long as you wanted him to made you feel whole inside. You knew you didn’t need any man to complete you, but you also knew how special it was to be loved. Your life was feeling more and more like one of those romantic movies you loved and part of you couldn’t help but wonder if things were too good to be true.

“Someone looks happy.” Kate commented when you sat down at the library table.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said with a coy smile.

“Oh my God.” Gwen gasped. “You saw his face, didn’t you? You found out who he is?”

“He wanted to show me. But I said no.” You admitted.

“Excuse me? You said no?” MJ raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t want to disrupt our perfect night. If I saw his face, I’d just be left wondering why he didn’t show me sooner. And then I’d be focusing on that instead of the fact that I’m in the middle of a fairy tale romance with a guy I’ve been crushing on since MJ was still “straight”. Right, MJ?”

“I’m sorry, but when was MJ straight?” Gwen laughed and looked at her.

“Freshman year of high school.” MJ admitted. “I hadn’t figured it all out yet. And we had a very androgynous French teacher that looked good in his jeans.”

“Oh yeah! Mr. Andrews.” You gasped when you remembered. “He was so cute. I don’t even blame you. We all had a crush on him.”

“And now you’re in love with a man in tights. Isn’t it crazy how things work out?” MJ said sarcastically.

“I know you’re teasing me, but you’re actually right. It is crazy how things works out. I can’t believe I’m in love. I honestly never thought that would happen for me.”

“Aw. Why not?” Gwen frowned and rubbed your arm.

“It just didn’t seem in the cards for me that someone would fall in love with me and stay in love me once they really got to know me. No one ever really had crushes on me growing up. That kinda fucks with your head and makes you feel undesirable. So the fact that I’m in a loving relationship with someone I can trust and be myself around without fear of scaring him off is amazing to me. I guess it’s just still hard to believe sometimes.”

“Aw.” Kate gushed. “I’m happy for you, girl. I’m happy you’re in love. And that it’s with a nice, trustworthy man.”

“Those are rare.” MJ agreed. “Even though I’m still pretty firm on my stance that no man is to be trusted. Not even one’s that can shoot webs.”

“I wonder if he can shoot webs out of his butt.” Gwen thought out loud.

“He can’t.” You sighed. “Believe me, I asked. He said he makes his own web fluid so they can only come out of his wrists. No butt webs.”

“I guess that’s kinda a good. I was honestly really worried that he could shoot webs out of his penis. Because what if they grabbed onto your guts and yanked them out of you? Imagine how horrible that would be.”

“That can’t happen.” You laughed. “Oh shit. Wait, can it?”

“You better make sure he can’t shoot webs out of that thing because I do not want your guts all over our dorm room floor. It’s carpet.” MJ reminded you.

Ned and Peter came and joined the table, having no idea what conversation they were walking into. Peter looked at you and felt his heart ache in his chest. After everything you promised each other last night, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you hello and hold you in his arms. He’d never trusted a person more than you and he hated that he had now had to sit across from you and pretend that was some other guy.

“What are you guys talking about?” Ned asked when he noticed the table had gotten quiet.

“The trials and tribulations of Y/n getting her back blown out by Spiderman.” MJ said simply. Peter started choking on his water while you gave MJ a look.

“Great. Now you’ve killed Peter.” You sighed and clapped Peter on the back to help him out. He gave you a weak thumbs up as he wiped away the water that had come out of his nose.

“What kind of trials and tribulations?” Ned asked Peter.

“Wait, why did you look at Peter when you said that?” Gwen wondered and you nodded in agreement.

“Because Peter…” Ned trailed off when he saw Peter motioning for him to stop. Ned sighed and gestured to Peter.

“Why don’t you tell them why I looked at you, Peter?” Ned said pointedly. Peter gulped and looked between you and Ned as he scrambled for something to say. Everyone turned to look at Peter in confusion while Peter blushed all the way to his ears.

“Because I have feelings for you.” He blurted. “And Ned knows so he didn’t want me to hear this conversation.”

“You do?” You asked him.

“Woah. Plot twist. That every single one of us saw coming.” MJ said sarcastically.

“I mean, I guess I kinda had a feeling.” You admitted. “That’s really sweet though, Peter. I’m sorry you’ve had to hear me talk about my boyfriend so much. I wouldn’t have been saying all that stuff if I knew how you felt.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about me.” Peter forced a laugh and waved his hand in dismissal.

“Really, dude? That’s what you’re going with?” Ned said in disappointment.

“Ned. Please. There are things you don’t understand.” Peter whispered to him.

“I think I understand plenty. I gotta go.” Ned sighed and left the table. Peter felt his heart sink as he watched his best friend walk away. Keeping this lie up might end up costing him the two most important people in his life.

“Well that was odd.” MJ noted.

“What’s his damage?” You asked Peter.

“Maybes he’s in love with Peter so Peter confessing his love for Y/n was too much for him to bear.” Kate shrugged.

“Or maybe he’s in love with Spiderman and was he was devastated to hear that Y/n stole both his men.” MJ added.

“Stop it guys. This is serious. Do you think I should ask my boyfriend if it’s possible that he could accidentally pull my guts out with his penis webs?” You genuinely asked your friends. Peter burst out laughing when he heard this in a way no one at the table was expecting.

“Woah, Peter. I’ve never heard you laugh like that.” You smiled at him in surprise.

“Sorry. It just caught me off guard.” Peter said sheepishly.

“Hm.” You faked a smile as your mind began to wander. Peters laugh sounded so familiar that it gave you a sense of deja vu. Even the way he threw his head back when he laughed was familiar to you, despite the fact you’d never heard Peter laugh like that before. He noticed you staring at him curiously and gulped. When you looked into Peters eyes, something you didn’t normally do, you felt something stir inside you.

“You have really nice eyes, Peter. I never noticed that.” You said to him with a look on your face that Peter couldn’t quite read.

“Wild thing to say to a friend who just confessed their feelings for you.” MJ mumbled.

“Oh, uh, thanks. They’re just brown.” He shrugged and stopped making eye contact with you.

“They’re a real nice shade of brown, though. Very pretty.” You continued as you titled your head to the side. You felt like you had seen those eyes before, and not just from being in the same friend group as Peter.

“Um, what’s happening?” MJ laughed uncomfortably. “Are you trying to get Peter to join you and Spidey in a throuple?”

“No. I just never noticed his eyes, okay?” You shrugged and stopped staring at Peter. Peter relaxed when you stopped interrogating him, but you weren’t done yet.

“So are you dating anyone, Peter?” You asked him, making him freeze.

“Yes, actually. I have a girlfriend.” He answered honestly. He needed to get through this conversation with as many honest answers as possible if he wanted to keep you as a girlfriend.

“Wait, really? Since when?” Kate asked.

“A few months ago.” Peter replied, still being honest.

“And you never said anything?”

“You never asked.” Peter shrugged.

“He’s right.” Gwen realized. “Sorry, Pete. She’s a lucky lady.”

“Not really. I’m not that great.” Peter sighed, still telling the truth. He was keeping things from you, and that made him less than a good person.

“Aw. Don’t say that.” You pouted. “I’m sure she’s very lucky to have you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.” He said sincerely.

“No problem. And I mean that. Don’t doubt yourself and get all insecure. That’s never good in a relationship. You’re cute, smart, funny, and very surprising at times. Don’t start doubting what you have to offer. Because you’re a great guy.”

“Wait, you really think all those things about me?” Peter asked in surprise. He knew you felt all those things and then-some about Spiderman, but he didn’t think you ever even noticed him as Peter.

“Of course I do.” You said simply. Peter smiled and nodded his head, feeling more confident in telling you the truth now.

“Thanks. I didn’t realize you thought I was cute.” Peter said as he stared at your from across the table.

“Is cute all you got out of that? I said a lot of other things too.” You said with a coy smile.

“I know. But that one stood out.” He mumbled shyly and looked down at his lap.

“Woah. Sparks are flying. Throuple is growing imminent.” MJ snorted and you kicked her under the table.

“You’re totally cute.” You insisted. “I happen to love brown eyed boys. And the whole curly hair thing mixed with your soft preppy style is so in right now. I’m actually not surprised at all that you have a secret girlfriend.”

“Oh great.” MJ groaned. “Y/n fell in love and now she’s giving out compliments like she’s Mother freaking Theresa.”

“Me next. I want compliments.” Gwen sat up and clapped her hands. Peter tuned out the praises you showered Gwen with and sat deep in thought. Hearing you say you found him attractive meant there really was no excuse this time. Tonight, you were seeing his face no matter what.

After study hall, you waited outside Gwen’s locker while she put her books away so that you could walk to your next class together.

“Tonight’s definitely the night. I’m gonna find out who he is.” You decided.

“What if he says he’s still not ready?” Gwen asked as she shut her locker.

“He doesn’t have a choice anymore. I deserve to know. And if he still can’t trust me after all this time, he’s gonna have to find a new girlfriend.” You decided. Gwen smiled and wrapped an arm around you.

“Good for you, girlie. We can practice how you’re gonna ask him instead of listening in class.”

“You get me.” You chuckled and followed her into your next class.

That night, you had every intention of asked Peter and he had every intention of telling you. But both your plans were sidetracked when Peter had to postpone coming over to deal with an armed robbery at a bank. The robbers ended up being three times Peters size and wearing something Peter had never encountered before, brass knuckles. He got beaten up pretty badly but still managed to swing over to your parents place where you agreed to meet. He was too weak to use his hands so he knocked on your window with his forehead. You excitedly threw the window open but your smile immediately dropped when you saw the state Peter was in. He stumbled through your window and slumped into your chair.

“Oh my God. What happened to you?” You asked as you went to get your first aid kit. He pulled his mask up over his nose to gasp for air before hanging his head and starting to drift off.

“Me? You should see the other guy?” He smiled weakly and started nodding off again.

“Oh God. Don’t smile. Your really cute smile is full of blood.” You laughed and started to clean up the blood around his nose and mouth. His head was flopping around like a dead fish and you knew you didn’t have long before he passed out from the pain.

“You think I’m cute?” He teased you as you pressed the button on his suit to take it off.

“I do. Even with this busted lip.” You humored him as you cleaned the wounds on his chest and arms.

“It doesn’t even hurt that badly.” He slurred and lazily waved his hand before wincing from the pain of the hydrogen peroxide you were using.

“Sorry, baby. I meant to warn you. It’s gonna sting.” You apologized and kissed his knuckles.

“Oh God. Your knuckles look awful. Did you at least win the fight?” You asked and started to clean his bloody knuckles.

“Psh. Always.”

“The police had to pull them off of you before they could kill you, didn’t they?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not even entirely sure I’m not dead right now.” He answered honestly.

“You’re not.” You chuckled. “You’re with me. I’m gonna take care of you, okay? Don’t you worry.”

“You’re so good to me. I love you so much, Y/n.” Peter said as he head slumped backwards.

“I love you too…” You said and trailed off when you realized you didn’t know his name and therefore couldn’t use it to tell him you loved him.

“It’s Peter. Peter Parker. From school.” He slurred, but you didn’t make out a word of it.

“What? I can’t understand you. I need to rinse your mouth out.” You said and poured some water into his mouth to rinse out the blood. After Peter spit, you could understand him better.

“I should’ve just told you right away. Ned was right.” He said apologetically as he cupped your face.

“Told me what? Did you say Ned? Like my friend?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I just wanted you to like me.” Peter started to cry as his head slumped back onto his shoulder.

“Like you? What are you talking about? I love you.”

“I know. But I’m scared you won’t anymore after…” Peter trailed off as he finally lost consciousness from the pain.

“After what?” You asked desperately. You tried to shake him away but he was out cold. Your disappointment returned as you realized you’d missed your window to ask him about his identity. As you stared at him, you felt tempted to just rip the rest of his mask off and finally see the rest of his face. It would be so easy to just reach over and pull it off, then all your questions would be answered. He’d never even have to know. You reached out and and touched the wend of his mask, about to pull it off when you stopped yourself. You withdrew your hands and sighed. It wasn’t right to do it when he wasn’t awake. Especially not after everything you said about it needing its own special moment. So instead, you held back some tears and fixed up his wounds before carefully moving him into your bed. You crawled in bed beside him and held him until you fell asleep.

When Peter woke up the next morning, his suit was on your bedroom floor but his mask was still on. He sighed in relief and felt around the bed for you, but you were gone. In your place was a little note with your handwriting.

“Had to go to class. Sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up! Call me when you’re awake. Love you <3” You had written. You didn’t know that Peter had the same class, which he slept through by now. He noticed you had redressed his wounds and left him a cup of water with some ibuprofen beside it before you had left. He smiled at the gesture, then felt his guilt return. He was supposed to tell you everything last night but instead became your patient. He downed the water, threw his suit back on, and swung home so he could make it to his next class. He didn’t see you until study hall that day, and rushed to sit down when he saw you in the library. He put his hand on your shoulder and felt you relax under it before putting your hand on top of his. You looked up smiling but your face dropped when you realized it was Peter touching you. Peter then realized that he shouldn’t be touching you because you had no idea he was your boyfriend and yanked his hand away.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” He quickly lied and sat beside you.

“It’s okay. I thought the same thing.” You laughed awkwardly. His touch had felt just like your boyfriends, but that felt weird to say. Peter suddenly felt eyes on him and looked up to see that you were staring at him like he had ten heads. Peter felt a panic grow in his chest and turned to you.

“Is everything okay?”

“What happened to your lip?” You asked him, making his blood run cold. He touched his busted lip, the one he had completely forgotten about, and forced a smile.

“Oh, nothing.” He said and turned away from you. You couldn’t stop staring at the cut on his lip. It was shaped like a “c” and on the bottom left of his mouth, the same place your boyfriends was last night. Peters busted lip looked much more healed then the one you had cleaned last night, but it was still bizarre to you that you were seeing your second busted lip in the past 24 hours.

“That’s a pretty bad nothing.” You said as you continued to access Peter. He was in long sleeves, despite the hot weather, and had another cut just above his eyebrow.

“I tripped and bit my lip.” He lied. “Hey, do you have the notes from class this morning? I wasn’t there.”

“Yeah, sure.” You handed him your notes without breaking eye contact. You had a feeling he was trying to change the subject, making you want to stay on topic all that much more. When he took your notes from you, you saw that his knuckles were completely busted.

“You busted your knuckles too?” You gasped and looked into his eyes.

“It was a bad fall.” He said quickly and hid his hands as soon as possible.

“Hm.” You hummed and nodded your head, but you didn’t believe a word. The rest of your friends soon joined you but you did not contribute much to the conversation. You were too busy thinking about the magnet on Spider-Man’s fridge for your college and how he never mentioned that he or someone he knew went there. Or how his parents died the same way Peters did, and at the same age. Or how he never texted you back during school hours. Or how he took you on specific dates that you dreamed of going on but never told him about. Or how looking into his eyes for the first time didn’t feel like it was the first time.

You looked over at Peter and watched his curly brown hair fall into his eyes as he laughed at something Ned was saying. You knew that laugh. It all started it feel like too much to be a coincidence. You got up from table and left without saying a word. Everyone was confused and debated who should go after you, but Peter convinced them to give you space. He had seen the look on your face when you saw his busted knuckles and he knew you were off somewhere, connecting dots. He tried not to panic and anxiously waited for study hall to end so he could change into his suit and walk you home. He’d tell you right away, before you had a chance to figure it out.

As he was throwing his books into his locker after study hall had ended, Peter’s phone rang and he picked it up.

“Hello?” He asked as he shut his locker and went to bolt out of school to see you.

“So it’s true?” Your heartbroken voice sounded in Peters ears. But your voice wasn’t just coming through his phone.

It was coming from behind him.

Peter slowly turned around and saw you standing there with your phone pressed to your ear. Tears were streaming down your face but you never broke eye contact. Peter hung up the phone and reached for you, but you pulled away.

“How could you?” You whispered.

“Wait, please. I can explain.”

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Since you did latina can you do arab that would be so cute plsss i love your fics its my favourite fics i have ever read

AHAH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!! *crackles knuckles and rolls neck* it’s my time to shine.

This list has a special place in my heart since I’m Arab. Idk why I didn’t do this sooner but….

here is a list of things I think would happen if Bucky dated an Arab!reader

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1. He would absolutely terrified of your mom and aunts.

You would warn him about them before you brought him home for the first time but nothing could prepare him for awaited him. The moment you stepped foot inside, your mom and aunt were upon him, touching, poking, grabbing, everything. They were all over him as he looked at you with wide eyes that begged to help him. You tried but your mom hit your hand with a sharp “khalas” as she leads him into the kitchen. Your dad is useless and backs away with his hands up when you look to him for help.

“Mami, bi sharafak. Give him some breathing room,” you gently demand as to not turn her attention to you.

Bucky’s gentle smile and even kinder eyes warrant even more commotion from the herd of women around him. They finally let him go after thoroughly interrogating him about everything under the sun and he instantly finds you. Wrapping his arm around you and pressing a kiss to your hair, he whispers to you that you’re not allowed to ever leave him alone with them again. When you ask him why, all he mumbles is something along the lines of “some many questions and the touching.”

“Food?” You ask as a peace offering and he happily accepts it.

2. Whenever he’s around you, he literally doesn’t stop complimenting you.

Maybe it’s your perfume, maybe it’s the way you style your hair, or maybe it’s your outfit that day. No matter what, he is ALWAYS complimenting you.

You have about 40 bottles of perfume but there are few that he loves more and will ask if you can wear them more often. At first, he would just casually mention that he liked how you smelled that day but the longer you’re together, the more obvious he is about it. He goes from asking if you can wear the gold one to straight up picking your perfume out for the day. It’s become a little routine at this point; when you’re getting dressed, he’ll pick something out and help you put it on. You’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself but it’s an excuse to have him close and to feel his hands on you. His favorite and the one he picks the most is the one that your mom got you as a graduation gift. You asked him one day why he liked it so much and he told you that it was what you wore the day you two met. That and it smells like “oranges and summer.”

Bucky is OBSESSED with your hair, maybe more than your perfume collection. It’s usually blown out and styled so he can’t touch it but it’s all over when you leave it natural. Of course he’s a gentleman and will ask if it’s okay to play with it before fully twisting his hand into your curls. They’re almost like a fidget toy for him; he’ll toy with a curl when you’re cuddling on the couch. If you’re in public, he’s gently massaging the base of your neck and playing with the little ringlets that live there. If you need to wash it, he’s right there with all of your products in hand. If you need to put it up, he’s already behind you and gathering your hair for you.

3. If you’re Muslim, he would try so hard to understand your religion.

I genuinely don’t believe that Bucky knows anything about Islam prior to meeting you. It’s possible he met a few Muslims in the 30s and 40s since he lived in Brooklyn but he knows nothing about Islam.

To put it mildly, America is a very interesting place when it comes to the Middle East and Islam and a lot of the information he gets at first is contradictory. When he learns that you’re Arab and also Muslim, he tries to do as much research as he can but ends up getting pissed off and stops. He’s not frustrated due to a lack of understanding, he’s livid that new sources are allowed to say whatever they want and no one stops it.

The following convo is just one example of when this happens:

Aside from wanting to never use the internet again, he’d take the time to sit down and talk to you about your different holidays so when they come around so that he understands what’s going on. He’d buy an English translation of the Qur'an so he can read with you. You’ve offered to read yours in English but he’s adamant that he wants his own. It’s adorable really.

I think he would try really hard to learn Arabic so that he can understand Islam better but it’s a very diffcult language to master. What’s even cuter though is watching him study a word and you can see those big beautiful blue eyes scan it over and over again as he thinks about how to say it. You don’t even try to help him as you sit back and shamelessly watch him. Your Arabic lessons usually end with him whispering “تقبرني” (taqburni) against your lips.

[skylarmoon71]

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Chapter 35

A little recap feels a bit appropriate.

Because once again you wake with a warm body pressed to you. Looking over, you blush.

“I really lack self control.”

This has definitely happened already.

~Last Night~

“I should have remembered sooner. I shouldn’t have forgotten. (Y/N) I’m-”

You quiet his apologies, kissing him again. Hotch’s hand slips into your hair. When you begin tugging at his jacket, he doesn’t need to solve that mystery. You want it gone.

Retracting, he can see the desire that’s clear on your face. The unfiltered love. You’ve been hoping for this far too long to sit around blaming him for something that was so out of his control. His jacket hits the ground so fast, and you practically pounce on him.

“It’s real. This is real. Is it real?”

There is so much running through your head.

You’re pawing at him, and he isn’t exactly complaining. You can’t do much but moan when your back connects with a wall. Your hands move to your own clothing, fighting to get rid of it. You only manage getting out of the shirt.

“Slow down.”

It’s a whisper, and you whine.

You really don’t want to. Lowering your hands, you finally get a chance to fully breathe. Hotch smiles at you.

“Are you that eager to get me naked?”

You can’t fight the blush, or deny his words.

“You’re such a child sometimes I swear.”

He enjoys teasing you too much. Hotch leaves a kiss right on your forehead.

“I love you.”

Just those words are enough to make you crumble.

You pull him back down for a kiss and he accepts eagerly. He smiles into the kiss as you begin leading him towards the bedroom. You both fumble up the stairs and the second you make it into the bedroom, you’re annoyed that he’s still in his suit. You’d only managed to get the jacket off.

He must pick up on your annoyance, because he smiles again. His fingers slip between the knot of his tie, and he loosens it, sliding it right out of the collar. You sort of stare at the action.

“Woah..”

He grins.

“What is it?”

“I thought that one hand tie removal thing was only in the movies.” He raises a brow, that grin still planted on his lips. You’re still admiring him, taking in the situation. You reach for him this time, and this kiss you share is slower, soft.

He welcomes it, hands settling on your hips. You’ve been longing for this the minute you came back. It’s still hard to grasp, because you were convinced that Hotch would never look at you that way again. It was painful, but the sheer happiness on his face when he talks about Jack and Hayley, it’s what has given you the strength. You pull back, licking your lips.

“I love you Hotch.”

He smiles, pressing a deeper kiss, one that you return, giggling when he takes you to the bed.

That night was everything that you’d hoped for. You had the love of your life back, he had his family. You couldn’t describe how blessed you were. When you wake the following morning it still feels like a dream.

You turn over in the covers and he’s laying right there. Dark hair, disheveled, but so very handsome. Your fingers run through the short locks appreciatively. The action makes him stir. His head faces you, eyes just barely opening.

“Good morning.”

Hotch’s sleepy voice greets.

You smile. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You didn’t run out this time, that’s a good sign.”

“I-In my defense I had just slept with my boss. I’m not that great at personal confrontation.”

He knows that. It was cute watching you get shy over something like this.

He brushes your hair to the side, admiring the red marks on your neck. He knows for a fact when you’re getting dressed today you’ll probably bypass them and ultimately get probed by Garcia about it. He can’t wait to see your reaction to that.

“Why are you grinning like that?”

“No reason.” He replies.

“Hmmm.”

You don’t believe him for a second. You look down. Lifting the blanket to take a peak.

“H-Hey, when did you get those boxers on?” You accuse.

“About round three when you were completely knocked out. I woke up to get you a drink, but you just mumbled about me being a beast and fell asleep.”

“O-Oh.”

You remembered that. Your cheeks are glowing. He really was a beast.

“We should get ready, we have work in two hours."

He’s right.

Although it’s his suggestion, he’s looking at you like he wants to stay in bed and go through a couple more rounds.

“Then we should really-w-what are you doing?”

He slides under the covers, and you figure it out when his hands gently grip your thighs.

“Shit..”

Your head drops back on your pillow, and you grip at the sheets.

“A-Aaron w-wait we really should..”

You can’t complete the thought. He’s kissing along your thighs. The closer he gets, the less you resist. When his lips finally land where you need them, you moan.

You are definitely going to be late for work. 

[bisexuallsokka]

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this one is @haroldtea's fault, i started this after she recommended me a wuko fic like two years ago and it consumed me for a couple weeks. i wrote about mako healing after his arm gets fucked by the spirit vine because makochronicpain and i are like this 🤞 here are some scenes i like from it!

Wu was ready to jump onto Mako, hug him fiercely, yell at him for scaring him, or – judging by the heat in his eyes – he might’ve just started crying. But the world stops spinning as he sees Mako fast asleep, arm covered in bandages, his sleeping face in a scowl.  He freezes as for a terrifying second, he wonders if he’s alive, but then he sees Mako’s shallow but steady breathing and Wu sighs.  Well, there’s nothing Wu can do for him now. He’s of no use just sitting around waiting for Mako to wake up, and honestly he has people to talk to about the whole “congrats, you’re king now” business, and yet… He can’t imagine leaving Mako’s side. Not now. If anything, Chief Beifong knows where he is and can find him if he’s needed.  Wu closes the curtain behind him and takes the chair next to his bed. 

Mako wakes up, as Kya guessed, that afternoon.  Wu holds his hand and watches his face, waiting for the pain to hit him, to help him, to do anything.  Mako’s eyes slowly open, landing on Wu, and he gives a small, tired smile.  “Mako,” Wu breathes, and immediately jumps to his feet, barely holding himself back from doing anything else to get closer to him. He busies his hands by grabbing the water by the bedside table and helping Mako take some sips.  “You’re okay,” Mako says softly once Wu sets the cup down.  Wu ignores the tears forming quickly in his eyes as a thousand emotions hit him at once.  “I’m fine, Mako,” Wu laughs, voice shaking. “I’m not the one who destroyed a spirit vine with bending.” He grabs Mako's uninjured hand and leans down to kiss his knuckles. “How are you?” “Mm. You’re okay,” Mako says again, like he can’t believe it. “I didn’t know if I would see you again.” “That’s not fair,” Wu huffs. “You can’t bring up your reckless sacrifice now, I can’t be mad at you for almost dying when you’re like this.” Mako’s lips twitch into a tiny smirk. “That’s exactly why I’m bringing it up.” Wu sighs, suddenly feeling exhausted. “You’re impossible. Seriously, I’m glad you’re okay, and that it worked out, but that could’ve ended very differently, Mako.” “I know,” Mako says seriously. “I just…I felt like I had to do something. I wanted to do something.” 

and of course after some cute moments and flirting and wu helping mako through his recovery mako lashes out because they've had lots of flirting and tension leading up to the events of this fic but he doesn't know what to make of them and he's worried he's making it all up so

“Hey, Mako, don’t do that,” Wu says immediately. “Don’t shut me out, what’s wrong?” Mako feels the frustration with his situation hit him all at once and he snaps, lashing out to take it out on Wu. He’s been so patient, and gentle, and selfless the last week and Mako keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.  “Why are you still here?” he snaps. “Can’t you just leave me alone? I’m fine.” Wu blinks at him, shocked and hurt. “Do you want me to leave?” Mako hates that he can’t answer that immediately. He’s not a good liar. He looks away. “You should probably find a replacement for me sooner rather than later,” Mako spits.  Wu gapes. “Replacement? What? Mako…” “Forget it,” Mako huffs, all the energy and anger out of him in an instant. His head feels dizzy with how strong the pain is. “Just…don’t stay here if it’s out of pity or, or obligation.” “Mako,” Wu shakes his head. “Sure, I’ll probably find another bodyguard one day, but if you think for one second that means I don’t want you around anymore, you’re completely stupid.” Mako just stares at him, eyes wide, and before he can say something else, Wu steps forward and kisses him.  When he pulls back, Mako huffs. “Maybe not completely stupid, I think it’s a fair assumption to make,” he mutters petulantly.

and of course i had to toss in some zukka crumbs to hint at what wuko's future would look like from here

“What is that?” Wu asks before he can stop himself, his voice slightly too defensive. “This tea can help with the nerve pain,” Kya explains, looking amused. “Oh,” Wu says. “That’s nice. Does it taste good?” Kya shakes her head. “It’s terrible, but it’s worth a shot. If it gets cold by the time he wakes up, don’t let him try to heat it up with his firebending, yeah? We have some benders here doing some heat therapy, just find one of them.” “Heat therapy?” Wu asks curiously.  “Yeah, they help with inflammation to reduce pain for some injuries. With Mako's particular wound, it’s too early to try that, but it might be good for him one day. That was another thing that helped Sokka a lot with his nerve pain; Zuko did it for him and I worked with them to adapt it into a common healing practice.” “Right, he and Zuko were…close,” Wu says carefully, trying to hide his curiosity about the validity of the rumors he’s heard over the years. The Fire Lord, abdicating so he could run off with his lover in the Water Tribe. It was common knowledge that Zuko never took nor had interest in taking a wife – a fact that Wu had found himself drawn to for an inexplicable reason until it suddenly became very clear – but once Zuko abdicated he lived a completely private life. Kya snorts. “Yeah, husbands tend to be.” Wu’s eyebrows shoot up before he can stop it, but Kya just still looks amused. “It’s well known in the Water Tribe. They couldn’t fully be together until Zuko dismantled the monarchy, but pretty much as soon as it happened, they got married.” Wu blinks. “Wow. And he…he got rid of the monarchy for Sokka?” “Sokka would have loved to say yes, but of course it’s not completely true,” Kya admits. “It was something Zuko wanted from the beginning of his reign, he knew it was best for the Fire Nation. But yes, if he hadn’t done it he wouldn’t have been able to be with Sokka as long as he did, if at all.” Wu’s head feels like it’s full of static all of a sudden, and for some reason he finds himself nodding, staring at where his fingers are fidgeting with Mako’s blanket. “It wasn’t an easy process, getting rid of the monarchy,” she says carefully. “The nation, the world was still healing from the war. But it was the right thing to do, and his partner was with him every step of the way, and now the Fire Nation is doing really well,” Kya says. Wu nods. “Can I talk to Zuko?”

[chaosfairy18]

So I was going through WIPs and found that I had written almost 3k for a highschool AU. I'll just share most of this here I suppose because it is so funny and cute ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thinking about his boyfriend, Mush grinned widely into his locker, getting all the books he would need in the day out. Just a few more minutes and he’d get to see him. The last time had been on Friday before Blink got to his orchestra rehearsal and he himself had to get to soccer practise. They hadn’t had time to meet during the weekend with all of their homework and families, but they had been together for long enough that it didn’t matter.

Of course he loved being with Louis, but it wasn’t a need to see him everyday to make sure they still loved each other anymore. He knew that was the case.

Still, Mush hadn’t expected to see Blink grinning like a madman with a red-faced Race trying to get in his way as much as he could, elbowing him, pulling him by the arm, but not accomplishing much to deter him. “Nick, Nicky you won’t believe- Ouch! Why’d you got so sharp elbows, man? Mush, come here, I’ll have to tell you before I get stabbed to death, quick!”

Not one to refuse his sweetheart anything – and also intrigued what could possibly get Race to resort to almost killing Louis – he got closer, Race only doubling his efforts to shut Blink up without much success. “Don’t you dare, Louis Ryan Balletti, I’ll leak those photos of you I swear to god-“

“Do it, I dare you, I don’t care, this is better. Nick, Nick, guess what happened on Friday-“

If this was something from last Friday, it must have happened in their orchestra rehearsals. If Mush wasn’t wrong there was something special happening in these ones, he just didn’t quite remember what. “Racetrack, come on, let my boyfriend live, he’ll tell me sooner or later.”

“Not if he’s dead he won’t.”

“Race. No murder in public places, even your family can’t get you out of that.”

Race rolled his eyes at the implications. Race’s Italian family being part of the mafia had been a running joke for years, since they first found out about his heritage. But at least he stopped, leaving Blink to grasp his shoulders and grin like he’d just won the lottery. “Race, our dear little Tony, has a crush on one of the theatre kids.”

“It’s not a crush-“

“And how it happened is the best thing I’ve ever seen, I swear, Nick-“

“It’s not that important, Blink, you’re makin’ it out to be way bigger than it was.”

While the two kept bickering, Mush remembered what had been so special about Friday’s rehearsals. This year, the theatre club did a musical and instead of using pre-recorded music they wanted to include the school orchestra for the tracks. It was very ambitious, in his opinion, but if someone could do it, it would be Ms. Medda. She was an angel of a woman and responsible for both clubs, even though she shared the orchestra with someone else, who was also the conductor.

“Stop for a sec.”, started Mush, “It was the first meeting with the theatre kids, right? Because of the musical?”

Race, looking resigned, and Blink, looking manic, turned to him again. “Yeah! And for the first fifteen minutes Medda and Hannah were discussing some stuff so we were left alone and could just talk, you know? And apparently one of the Delanceys is in theatre.”

"Anyways, if this is happening, I may as well explain it. So Oscar was being really annoying, arguing with one of our girls, Stray, she’s playing the flute, and I don’t even know if he was trying to flirt or just plain arguing but it was getting loud and she was yelling at him to leave him alone.”

“And then comes Race’s knight in shining armour-“

“Then comes a guy from theatre I don’t know and pulls Oscar away and as he’s not backing down, so he punches him square in the face.”

“Race was practically swooning.”

“No I wasn’t, shut up.”, denied Race, already getting red in the face again.

~~~~~~ I skipped a bit of scene setting from that Friday pov ~~~~~~

With how Race had to look back to talk to Blink he didn’t notice Oscar Delancey, Mr. Wiesel’s nephew, come up to their front row and talk to one of their flute players, Stray. Even if he’d seen it, he probably wouldn’t have thought much of it, he and the rest of their friend group didn’t like the Delanceys much, with Jack fighting them regularly, but he wouldn’t have let that influence his orchestra experience. He’d at most have wondered why Oscar was in the theatre club. If he wanted to talk to someone that wasn’t their business.

Well, just talking wouldn’t have been their business anyhow.

Everything happened pretty fast after that. Race heard it get loud, registered Oscar and Stray arguing about God knows what and he’d had half a mind to get to the front and intercept the argument, as it didn’t have a place in today’s rehearsals, as another theatre kid got up to them, pulling Oscar back and sternly talking to him, much quieter. He had thought that was that and already wanted to turn back to Blink to ask him whatever had just been going on, as the expression on the unknown blond boy turned furious and he punched Oscar square in the face.

Race would later never admit it, not under torture or anything, but the moment he reeled back for his punch, as he was halfway turned in Race’s direction, it almost seemed like time slowed down.

He hadn’t seen much of the blond boy before, but the only thing that came to mind as he fully saw his profile was the word pretty. He had a kind of petite features, making him seem like one of the fairies in stories that would lure you into eternal damnation or something with a wrong word, with bright eyes whose colours Antonio couldn’t quite see from this far away that burned with an anger that made it more seem like he was some spirit of vengeance that had descended on earth for revenge and-

As the punch collected Race slightly shook his head. What had just gotten into him? He already knew he was very much attracted to men but that had never happened before. Even as Oscar tried to hit back, and as Medda got in between the boys, he could only think that whoever that was looked really pretty. And could probably kill him if he ever found out what kind of weird ass thoughts he’d just had about him.

Being absorbed in different renditions of ‘damn, he’s pretty’, Race didn’t notice that Blink had seen each and every reaction his friend had shown upon witnessing the scene and was already planning out his interrogation. For whenever Race returned to the real world.

Mush laughed at the explanation, obviously siding with Blink. The traitor. “Love at first punching a Delancey, that’s a first.”

Absolutely done with the assholes he called friends, Race intended to turn around and sulk or search for any of his other friends who hadn’t been present at Friday, but as he saw something – or someone down the hall he quickly turned around to blend in with the other chattering students in the hall.

Naturally, his asshole friends noticed. “What’d you see? Snyder? Or-“ Race could see the exact moment Blink recognized Race’s predicament as his face split into another gleeful grin. “Oh, who have we here?”

Mush, who hasn’t been subtle a day in his life got onto his tiptoes and leaned on Louis’ shoulder to balance himself while he looked around. “Is it that blond over there? Wait, I know him.”

“You do?”, slipped out of Race before he could stop himself. Goddammit, he was already a pathetic mess, and he didn’t even know anything about the guy.

While Blink’s smile turned into a grin Mush either hid his maliciousness better or wanted to be genuinely helpful. “We played against each other in soccer in Middle School, he played for a Brooklyn school. Everyone called him Spot, I think his last name was Conlon.”

Spot Conlon. That would make it a lot easier to find his accounts on any socials, just to see what he- no, no, don’t be a stalker, you don’t even know him, the crush will pass, don’t be weird.

Naturally, the universe hated him – or loved him, depending on when you ask him about this occurrence– so when Race got lightly tapped on the shoulder he had expected Jack, or Crutchie, or David asking him to compare their physics homework, not the object of his affections who shouldn’t even know he existed.

Standing opposite of Spot-the-blond-theatre-club-member he noticed that he was only minimally shorter than the other, which didn’t happen often, usually he had at least half a head less in height than everyone else, which didn’t help the fluttery feeling in his stomach. Spot’s eyes were also grey or a very light blue, which made it seem like he was unravelling every thought Race had just had about him. It didn’t make him any less pretty.

“Um, hi?”, he stuttered, not quite sure what could have prompted the other to talk to him. What if he’s a psychic and just heard all the things he thought about him-

“Hi, you’re Tony Higgins, right? Play the first trumpet in band?” And Mush must have been right with him being from Brooklyn because you could definitely hear that. Racetrack tried to concentrate fully on not turning red because he was forced to talk to a crush he hadn’t even really processed yet and god he was such a bi disaster, this wasn’t even funny.

“Yeah, that’s me.”, he said lamely. He heard quiet snickers from behind him, undoubtedly from Mush and Blink. He’d kind of forgotten they were still behind him.

“I’m Sean Conlon, I play Dracula in the production, I wanted to ask you somethin’ about a song I’m pretty sure you got a solo in, but,” he looked down at his phone for a second, “It’s gettin’ pretty close to first lesson, you got time after school to meet up?” Whichever higher power was at fault for this happening got both a thank you and a curse, because this wasn’t in his plans, he wants to meet me, shit what do I do?

“Yeah, sure. I don’t have anything going on.” It would mean he wouldn’t be able to drive Blink and Mush home, but he was sure Jack or David had some free seats, this was more important, and they only deserved it for how they laughed about him. Who’s laughing now? Well, not Race, but not them either.

Race wasn’t prepared for the small grin Sean – Spot, whatever – sent his was shortly before turning around. “Cool, see you then.”

Managing for another ten seconds to look like he was totally normal, he promptly fell into himself as he turned back around to Nick and Louis who were cooing in his direction. “What the fuck was that. You saw that too, right? I didn’t just hallucinate talking to him?”

Mush, with a far too sappy expression cooed: “You’ve already fallen so hard, it’s adorable.”

“And yeah, he was here, must be your lucky day, Racey. Should I already plan the wedding?”

Grumbling, he rolled his eyes. “That’d imply he’s interested.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yeah this is all but I do think it is funny and cute. It was supposed to be fake dating :3

[avatarmerida]

New brain rot? No, just Huntlow in a different font. It’s a Willina (?) HC/ if I wrote a fic this would be it but also I dunno if I will get so here are some crumbs under the cut if you care:

William gives me the vibes of like he is a grimwalker that Belos made but he’s the only one he’s gotten right so he has to “preserve” him until he’s needed because making a grimwalker is hard let alone a sustainable one. So that’s why he’s doing the classic sleeping thing and in his mind he’s under a curse which is why he can’t like remember a lot about his past or who he is and that’s where his arc stems from like he believes stopping by wild magic will restore his memories or something.

Also I feel like a fun little twist since this version of Hunter is very Disney-esque and I think he’d still be made of palistrom trees if they did like a Pinocchio type thing where he can’t lie (or at least can’t lie to Belos) without it causing him pain or like branches grow from him and he just chalks it up to the curse not to the clone thing. I also picture him like that frog from the Swan Princess movie where he’s convinced a kiss from a princess will save him but since he’s been asleep for who knows how long there are no royalty left.

And then okay also his is instantly charmed by Paulina. Like he just thinks she is so cute right away and she’s the only person who isn’t annoyed with his speeches of his backstory and mission and is genuinely nice to him. And they meet sooner in this version and Paulina takes longer than Willow to migrate to the plant track and maybe practices in secret and confides this to William in exchange for his secret about the lying thing. And she’s like “That’s awful, I wish I could help you.” And he’s like “I appreciate it, but only a princess can.”

And I fully subscribe to the HC that he calls her princess as a nickname and so she says “I’d like the try anyway.” And she’s not great at magic but she tries anyway and there’s a montage of them trying different spells and potions and stuff and then either they discover or William finally mentions that a kiss from a princess is how the spell was broken (according to the stories which are not factual but we’re brought over by Belos to like help manipulate people somehow) and Paulina plant girl is like “OMT there is a flower called Princess kiss and it’s rare but maybe that’s it.” And they go on a little quest where they get to know each other better and they find the flower and all it does is make him sneeze a bunch. It’s clear the books mean a literal kiss.

So William is so grateful but poor Paulina is like “If only I was a real princess, and not just a half a witch then I’d actually be able to help you.” And William blushes as he little brain process the fact that she basically said she would kiss him if it would help him and he’s like “Well, it couldn’t hurt to try.” And then they get very close to kissing before being interrupted (of course).

And then later on, William is like on to Belos and done with him and goes to tell everyone but Belos doesn’t wanna destroy him because he worked hard to make him so he turns him into a frog while he makes up another sleeping potion to try again later. And frog William tries to warn everyone but he is not a talking frog so he can’t communicate with them but he brings Paulina the princess kiss flowers and starts sneezing and Luz is like “I didn’t know frogs could sneeze?” (And idk if they do let’s pretend they don’t, Amphibia fans don’t come for me) and Paulina is like that’s weird and she puts two and two together and realizes it him and while they’re trying to figure out how to reverse it, she’s holding him tightly and assures him it’s gonna be okay and gives him a gentle kiss atop his head and he transforms back.

He’s so overjoyed and he picks her up and spins her around and he’s like “I told you being a princess was about more than a shiny crown.” Or something which is a callback to a conversation they had before. It doesn’t cure the grimwalker thing because that’s not a curse it’s what he is but then every time something goes wrong he’s like “Paulina can just kiss me and it’ll be okay.” And everyone is like “Dude you cannot just think you’re invincible because her kiss undid one super outdated curse.” And he’s like “Well it can’t hurt to try.” (It still can, btw) And Paulina is just a blushing smitten mess about how her scrawny little prince truly thinks there is nothing she can’t do.

Idk I feel like it would be a longer fix to explain all the differences but it’s an AU that I would get messy with and a little confused but that’s the vibe I got from th like 10 second clip.

[cloud-somersault]

BRO LITTLE MONKEY MK IN THE CONSTELLATIONS!COVENANT AU HAS MY HEART 💗😩 WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’D GROW GARDENS AND FLOWERS ON WUKONG AND MACAQUE? THAT’S SO CUTE?!? DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME WE WERE ROBBED OF THAT IN CANON!CONSTELLATIONS?!? DID WHATEVER FORCE MAKE MK “BE HUMAN” GET RID OF THAT TOO?!? COULD HE NOT EVEN GROW FLOWERS ON PIGSY WHEN HE WAS LITTLE?!? BRO THAT’S SO MESSED UP AND I DEMAND THIS POWER BE RETURNED TO HIM AT ONCE!!

*Ahem* Sorry for my loss of composure. He’s just too cute. I do have a few questions though if that’s alright: Specifically for the Covenant AU, was Shadowpeach happy about MK’s birth? What was Wukong’s reaction when he got back? (Also lol I can’t believe Wukong was attending a presentation in Heaven while MK was born like of all the times to be a nerd dude).

This one just applies to general Constellations: I recall a brief statement of Wukong’s that he worried that when he killed Macaque it caused their cycle to disrupt? And that’s why the fourth didn’t arrive/took so long, so did they have a way of knowing that they were supposed to be expecting someone else?

Ohhh, I've been waiting for that question about shadowpeach expecting other celestial primates. I'm surprised it hasn't been asked sooner!

Well, let's start with the Constellations Covenant AU first.

For this AU, MK is kept safe on Flower Fruit Mountain because Macaque is there to immediately go check out what that earthquake and the golden flowers were about. He basically sees a small monkey bawling covered in dirt and is like. "... Huh. This sure is similar to how we found Little Star." And goes and picks MK up.

Because MK is allowed to live on FFM, his memories of his birth are intact. Therefore, he knows he was born from soil, so his connection with the element of wood is allowed to flourish. This leads to him being able to cast wood spells through feeling alone. If he feels happy, he'll grow flowers that match his mood. Sunflowers, lilacs, daisies, whatever he wants.

Macaque and Wukong also display this deeper connection from their birth element. In the epilogue, Wukong is able to cast earth spells easily. And in Constellations, he remarks himself that casting earth spells is like child's play to him. Macaque has also said that he feels calm around bodies of water and is able to cast water spells quickly.

Since MK's in tune with the element of wood, he can just walk around and create gardens behind himself. He can sneeze and make a bouquet of flowers. When Wukong plays with MK and they play patty cake or peek-a-boo, MK gets so happy that he makes marigolds and chrysanthemums bloom in Wukong's hair. Wukong LOVES this.

Macaque gets lilacs and lavender. His voice is very soothing to MK, so MK finds it easier to fall asleep when he's near Macaque. He always crawls/tumbles toward Macaque when it's time for bed. Macaque also takes MK on errands sometimes, like checking in on residents on the mountain. MK will sleep through the majority of these visits LMAO

but MK also grows quite quickly since he's knowledgeable of his origins. He's not a baby monkey for long.

In constellations canon, MK could not grow flowers on Pigsy..he's not aware of his status of being a celestial primate, so his connection with wood isn't as strong as it could be. 😔

In covenant AU, Shadowpeach is VERY happy with MK's birth! They love him... Little Star has already been lost to them at this point, so they're happy to take care of him. This is also part of why Macaque is overprotective of MK.

Wukong, when he got back from viewing the magic presentation in Heaven, was very surprised to see Macaque with a baby monkey. He was like "Whose little one is this? No one was due today."

And Macaque has to go "This one was born from soil... He's like us."

And Wukong's tail starts wagging and he picks MK up and squeals like!! A new celestial primate, yippee!!

Wukong was attending that magic presentation because he's waiting for a certain kind of magic to be invented/discovered. Something that can help locate Little Star (this is also canon to Constellations in general).

Now, back to Canon!Constellations, when Wukong and Macaque were locked in their legendary battle that shook the heavens and lasted for days, Macaque was disguised as Wukong and no one could tell the difference between them. It was only due to divine intervention that they were able to figure it out, and that same divine intervention explained what Wukong and Macaque are to the Great Companions and Tripitaka. Basically like, "the reason why these two are so powerful and unlike any other creature is because they're celestial primates, of which there are four."

Little Star had already been born (and lost) at this point, so Wukong and Macaque were able to deduce that one primate was left. Also the fact that each of them are born from one of the elements led them to believe that there would be another.

So! When Wukong did a murder, and he went back to FFM after the journey, he worried that killing Macaque messed up something about that fourth primate being born. Since years went by and nothing happened, Wukong thought there wasn't going to be a 4th primate anymore.

That's why him being gone to Heaven is like. Believable. He had no clue MK was coming and had accepted such a thing probably wasn't going to happen.

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (19)

@tastetherainbow290 this was CRAZY and very long i read A LOT

chapter 51

"I love him so much. It tears me apart that I can't make him see just how special he is." i need a james

james and remus being friends

“The Hallows would sooner believe Sirius fell in love with the actual moon before they believed he fell in love with a servant” 😭😭

these fools need to hug each other

they told each other their birthdays! look at them opening up to each other

sirius is so cute just talking to the moon

lily mention 

regulus being mad bc he fell asleep on sirius 😭

“Sirius will sleep when he's dead, and hey, that'll probably arrive for him sooner rather than later. Silver lining? Bad joke.” YEAH IT WAS A BAD JOKE

day three! they’re going to escape today right? i hope 

sibling moment

more weird creatures?!

AUGUSTA NO

SHE LIVES!!! huzzah alice

yes emmeline 

“"You know," Sirius muses, "if James were here, he'd be beat-boxing right now."” sirius’ name is so ironic bc that man is NEVER serious 😭

regulus calling james his fiancé ❤️‍🩹

sirius 😭

“I am going to be sexy until the day I die” yes you are sirius

“Did he know he was engaged prior to Regulus announcing it when he sent the bagel? No. Is he going to protest it? Also no.” james is the realest ever

WHAT ARE THEY DOING

i’m gonna cry omg

i know regulus makes it but why would they torment him like this. 

evan 💔

YES

i am jumping with joy rn

chapter 52

boggarts?!

oh no so many warnings for this chapter

dorcas!

lucius?! 

the boggart 😧

oh!

they’re making into a competition of course they are

"You remind me of my Alphard. He cared so much it killed him." 💔

biological warfare 😧

VANITY 💔

sirius lost regulus AGAIN?!

oh!

narcissa?!

vanity 💔

JAMES?!

oh it’s a boggart

poor reg he just can’t catch a break

this is so sad omg i am actually going to cry

marlene!!!!! huzzah!!!

cannibalism as a metaphor for love 

“she could have put it though his chest. he wishes she did.” 💔

fiancé 🤭

oh no

AUGUSTA 💔

i’m crying omg

i love alice

this is so sad

poor frank omg 💔

oh no bellatrix has found sirius

no he’s dissociating 

i know sirius is alive but OMG

bellatrix doing what she does in order of the phoenix when she kills sirius ah stop it don’t do this to me

rip bellatrix black you will not be missed 🙏 

HE LIVES!!!!!

“bellatrix died with tears on her cheeks” WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

alice ☹️

poor frank omg 

“we’re starting a war” AHHHH i love you dorcas

chapter 53

narcissa ☹️

james finding out about his district ☹️

oh i forgot about mary i hope she is safe

i forgot dorcas didn’t know about remus

oh!

i really hope remus didnt leave omg

effie!!!!

lily what

“Euphemia passes her thumb over the letter in her pocket and really, really hopes that Remus is included in that.” we are all hoping

mary! she is safe

the great hall 😯

enemies to lovers marylily endgame?!

sybill 😭

i still am confused on so bingley is

kingsley and sybill love

barty and amos 😭😭

“i don’t even like men” “you do not darling” i love barty

sybill is HILARIOUS how did she not know she was in a relationship with someone

sybill telling everyone about their Secret mission

barty too?! okay everyone’s just getting in on this i guess

barty seducing amos into letting them go on the mission he is So Funny i love him so much 

thunderbird thieves ATE

oh no james what happened

REMUS LEFT NO

poor pandora ☹️ she has to leave her dying father behind that is so sad

uh oh 😧

james saving the day as always

revolution!

lily: “we have this under control.” meanwhile everyone in the background screaming that they’re all going to die 😭

the ring is a tracker!

dorcas being a prepared queen 

“"You're crazy," Rodolphus states. "I like crazy." "I like women," Dorcas replies. "Only."” icon behavior i love dorcas so much

rodolphus being a respectful king

mission mission mission

oh no the password

POPPY!

marlene what are you doing

oh no no no no

they got regulus thank god but they can’t leave sirius behind

oh no oh no oh no

why would you end the chapter like this

guys my heart is beating so fast rn i’m not even joking and i have to end here bc i have to go back to school ahhhh 

chapter 54

oh no everything is going wrong

dorcas literally Killing It

“At one point, James runs out of bullets, looks at his gun, then just throws it at the Auror in front of him” 😭

remus kill count: 2

eek

james and his bleeding heart

FRANK NO

dorcas telling james about sirius why is this chapter so sad

james what are you doing

oh. remus doesn’t know about sirius

barty 😭

marlene 😧

MARLENE!!!!!

ugh snape

voldy 😧

sirius in azkaban that is FOUL

chapter 55

kingsley 💔

poor andromeda ☹️

effie ❤️‍🩹

i’m gonna cry ahhhh

LILY

oh no

poor remus omg 💔

“revived six years later just to disintegrate before her very eyes.” oh

lowkey forgot about aberforth

boooo dumbledore 🍅🍅🍅

chapter 56

sirius being chronically bored

sirius calling voldy a dead fish 😭

sirius is a certified yapper

sirius just. swallowing voldy’s blood 😭

WHO IS BINGLEY

OHHH HES MARY’S BROTHER

marylily? marylily. 

remus and lily friendship ❤️‍🩹

lily being in love with mary <3

effie ❤️‍🩹

marlene ☹️

barty and rodolphus? okay

opulent another vocab word

JAMES

chapter 57

of course it didn’t pick up with james’ pov. 

pandora being an oblivious queen 😭

dorcas being lily’s The One That Got Away ☹️

lily 😭

lily ☹️

mary next ahhhh

kiss kiss kiss

afhhhhh i need jegulus happenings its been too long

this is so sad ☹️☹️☹️

“aturally, Regulus freezes like a startled hare under the gaze of a watchful wolf.” get it bc remus is a werewolf

nooo don’t fight

yay they’re friends again 

"Dumbledore of the Albus variety” 😭

JAMES?!

james….

“and he's so nervous and full of anxious anticipation that he's struck with the impulse to beat-box.” JAMES 😭😭😭

sirius 😧

“you’re hot” then sirius 😭😭

"Are you, like, allergic to prison?" 

prongsfoot is prongsfooting

☹️

chapter 58

ALBUS AND ARIANA WERE IN THE SAME HUNGER GAMES?!

ALBUS VOLUNTEERED FOR ABERFORTH?!

side note — i love that their names are albus and aberforth and then theres just 💫ariana💫

regulus is learning all the lore

so grindelwald killed ariana? and that’s why albus killed him?

albus dumbledore, always pacing in his office. 

regulus is so regulus

"If I can't persuade the leader in you, then let me persuade the man who knows what it is to be in love, let me persuade the brother you are. I love James, and Sirius is my brother. Please."

"We have a deal."  HUZZAH!

dora you are a little icon 

sprout! 

trojan horse 😧

ahhhh wolfstar and jegulus happenings will be happening soon 

marleneee don’t be mean to the love of your life

this is sad

i’m giving you an all tomato. which means you give me the whole tomato, or else.

they’re swapping…. please don’t die marlene

the way mary and sirius are always together briefly in every fanfic 

MARYLILY KISS!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!! a cheek kiss but a kiss nonetheless 

barty 😭😭

oh regulus

effie 😭 god i love her

barty is so barty 

DID HE JUST BREAK SOME RANDO’S ARM 😭 REGULUS WHAT THE HECK MAN valid honestly. defend your man’s honor.

“needless to say regulus ends up in solitary” yeah we all saw that coming

aberforth! he’s really starting to grow on me

regulus is so regulus

pomona having an Extensive Wine Collection is so real

why does marlene have it out for lily (i mean i know why but they need to Be Friends)

oh are they Being Friends now?

yes they are and i love them ❤️‍🩹

chapter 59

ugh snape

why is this literally the red scare

OH WAIT is severus dumbledore’s ‘source’

“Potter is a fool, no doubt about it, but he isn't the biggest fool in this room. No, that honor goes to Riddle.” bars

did anyone else stop breathing when they read the suffocation part

"Now, I present you with my own to do something that's very on brand for James and I, which is me arguing with literally everything he just said."

“Oh, yeah, Sirius remembers what he did. He got sexy.” 😭😭 sirius 

“My pasta is calling my name, you have no idea." ME FR

of course remus is volunteering to go get sirius

😧

sirius you did not just say “welp” 😭😭😭

i miss evan 💔

oh!

i hate that remus knows exactly where sirius is but also yay for the mission?

sirius nooo

eeeeee they’re kissing but can they Get Out Of There

"He never got to eat his pasta." 😭

dead body chute 💀

ok severus

ok i have to read another chapter…

chapter 60

james 😧

dorcas is So In Love and i lover i love dorlene

pomona 💔

i hope this has a happy ending 

"The world doesn't revolve around me, Dorcas." "Mine does." I LOVE DORLENE

bingley!

i love bingley and lily being friends

MARYLILY!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!! ITS HAPPENING!!!!!!

oh?

“hope can be found, even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light.” dumbledore core

they’re immune ?!

DID SIRIUS GET IMMUNITY FROM INGESTING VOLDYS BLOOD 😭

regulus climbed the tree?! i am proud of him ❤️‍🩹

i’m crying

“he needs his glasses”

effie ☹️

“Before Regulus ever found the sun in James, Sirius was the brightest light he knew; his guiding star.” ❤️‍🩹

crying still

chapter 61

james pov!

he’s high 😭

“no! my skin” 😭😭

“what did the big flower say to the little flower? hey there bud” james im in love with you

“I love you because you're you. And you—you're my friend, Remus.” ❤️‍🩹

"We're alone, love." ahhhhhhh jegulus is So Back

baby

molly got glasses for james omg 

fab and gid 💔

eeee they’re kissing 

"I love you, James. I loved you from the start, I love you now, and I'll love you for as long as love is something that exists—and, if it ever stops existing, I'll reinvent it just for you."

🎶confess i loved you from the start🎶

remu and sirius

sirius you can’t just tell remus you think you should break up ?!

no don’t break up ?!

remus 😧

huzzah!

they’re kissing again

should i end here while it’s happy(ish)? i think i will i read so much today

[aaronymous999]

The Ghostflowerbyte Headcanon Post

All of them identify as Bi! And they’re all transgender by the way, Margo and Gwen being transfem and Miles being transmasc!

All of them are also autistic, possibly ADHD for all of them too? But not too sure on that one!

Margo and Gwen initially did not get along, but eventually they became friends when they bonded over their shared difficult home lives, this was before Miles came to the Spider Society by the way. Gwen is a bit awkward when introducing two separate friend groups to each other ( she just like me fr ) which is why she actively tried not to mention Hobie, Pavtir and Margo to Miles, her anxiety makes her worry that they’ll hate each other and all her friends will blame her. ( she just like me fr. )

As for pronoun headcanons! Margo uses She/They/It/Byte/Glitch pronouns, Gwen uses She/They, and Miles just uses He/Him.

Margo actively does not want her partners to meet her parents because she hopes to move out as soon as she is old enough and has the money to do so. Gwen’s dad is pretty distant from all of her friends but gets close to Miles first, and it takes a little longer for Margo initially because of her own home life, she worries that Gwen’s dad isn’t truly reconciling and is kind of scared of him, but eventually the two connect. Although Miles and Margo both don’t get that close to him. Rio and Jefferson instantly fall in love with Margo, Rio is just like “Who does your hair? You’re so beautiful honey, you’re such a good influence on our boy make sure to watch out for him.” Margo is obviously very happy about this because, parental figures who actually like her!! Rio and Jeff take a while to warm up to Gwen though, although Rio does so sooner.

Margo and Gwen trade clothes a lot, although this is usually their pajamas since Gwen’s normal fashion sense is a lot more alternative while Margo tends to stick to a cuter style. I saw that scene of her trying out different hairstyles and I don’t know I just feel like she’d love comfy and cute clothing, like an off the shoulder top and jean shorts.

Miles has his art… Gwen has her music and… Margo has her fashion! Of course I like to think her main hobby is more technical stuff like programming but I think she’d desperately want to sew when she moves out. She didn’t have the need to before because well- she didn’t express herself much as Margo Kess and really only did so with her Spider-Byte avatar, which is an avatar afterall.

All three of them are smug and snarky but in different ways and sometimes they all kinda tease each other and it’s amazing. Margo and Gwen are also pretty sarcastic but Miles doesn’t do sarcasm well and thinks they’re serious HWJDBJEE although if Margo and Gwen heard anyone outside of their friendgroup being sarcastic they’d be like????

Margo, Gwen and Miles go on a double date with Pavitr and Gaytari and Hobie is there too but chills in the corner casually being aromantic and teasing the alloromantics is his passion. Valentine’s Day is a capitalistic scam and you all are falling for it!

Margo: I just started taking estrogen! Miles: That’s awesome my top surgery is next week! Gwen: Wow I can’t believe we’re all trans and in love! Hobie: Ay I just murdered Norman Osborn haha

Gwen and Miles are the only sporty ones out of the trio and Margo will never understand it ( she just like me fr )

Um um um those are the headcanons :3 let me know if any of them are culturally inaccurate? My mind is always open!