#what is happening why are we entirely malfunctioning again

[caelcstis]

bitch the way my body is so fucked rn-

[jungwnies]

f1 grid | you cant just kiss me

୨ৎ : featuring : all drivers on the grid ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : the trend where you kiss your partner in the middle of a heated argument just to see what happens

୨ৎ : genre : romantic comedy ୨ৎ : tws : slight angst? ୨ৎ : word count : 616

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : im so locked in omg... (ive been so tired lately lmfao i wanna sleep writing this...)

ʚ・red bull

max verstappen

he's mid-rant, hands flying, accent thick. "you don't listen sometimes, you just—"

you grab his face and kiss him. hard.

he freezes. literally forgets what planet he’s on.

blinks a few times, then mutters, "that’s not fair."

forgets the argument entirely. starts dragging you toward the couch.

yuki tsunoda

arms crossed, ranting about how you left dishes in the sink.

you're like "mhm," then suddenly lean in.

yells a muffled "ehh?!" against your lips.

pulls back with wide eyes and red cheeks. "what was that for?"

giggling now. argument forgotten. yuki is shy mode activated.

ʚ・mercedes

george russell

pacing like a whole dad. "i just think it was inconsiderate."

you stop him with a kiss that makes him stumble.

stunned silence. then he smiles, shaking his head.

"you can’t keep weaponizing your lips."

forgives you instantly. no notes.

kimi antonelli

baby boy is flustered already just from the argument.

you kiss him mid-sentence.

he stops. blushes. looks at the floor.

"you can’t do that... i was mad."

except now he’s smiling like a dork and pulling you closer.

ʚ・ferrari

charles leclerc

full hands-in-hair frustration. "you never tell me these things!"

you kiss him suddenly.

freezes. then kisses back like it’s life or death.

pulls away slightly, forehead resting on yours. "don’t do that when i’m upset. i’ll forgive you too fast."

lewis hamilton

calmly explaining his side like a grown adult.

you interrupt with a kiss that knocks the calm out of him.

blinks. "okay. what was that?"

starts laughing. "i can’t argue with you when you do that."

ʚ・mclaren

lando norris

sarcastic. hands waving. being dramatic.

you kiss him mid-rant.

goes: "wait... wait what?"

absolutely loses track of the fight. probably forgets his own name.

grins, "do it again. i dare you."

oscar piastri

logical argument mode. stating facts.

you pull him in and kiss him.

very confused. "i… what were we talking about again?"

gives up. you're now cuddling. fight over.

ʚ・aston martin

fernando alonso

intense. staring you down. voice low.

you lean in and kiss him and his brain malfunctions.

pauses. then smirks. "clever little trick."

pulls you in again. "we’re still talking after this, though."

lance stroll

softly upset. furrowed brows. a little pout.

you kiss him unexpectedly.

shocked. then all melty.

rests his head on your shoulder. "that wasn’t fair... but okay."

ʚ・williams

alex albon

rambling while trying not to smile because he knows he’s losing.

you kiss him.

chuckles. "you little cheat."

wraps his arms around you, completely abandoning the debate.

carlos sainz

passionate argumenter. lots of hand gestures.

you grab his shirt and kiss him.

pulls back like "what just happened?"

then grins. "you’re evil. beautiful, but evil."

ʚ・haas

ollie bearman

awkward and a little stiff when he's upset.

you kiss him in the middle of a sentence.

instantly blushes. stammers.

"i... okay. i forgot. what were we saying?"

too distracted now. cuddles ensue.

esteban ocon

talking in full paragraphs.

you just go for it.

stunned silence.

then he mumbles, "not a bad strategy..."

argument forgotten. he's now planning dinner.

ʚ・racing bulls

liam lawson

slightly sarcastic. mock-angry.

you kiss him.

instantly flustered. tries to recover.

"you can’t just... ugh fine. you're lucky you're cute."

kisses you back harder.

isack hadjar

super passionate when arguing.

mid-rant, you press your lips to his.

freezes. mutters something in french.

forgets why he was mad. kisses you again.

"you’re so annoying. and hot."

ʚ・alpine

pierre gasly

dramatic and expressive.

you kiss him.

fake-offended. "don’t think you can shut me up like that."

kisses you harder.

"okay maybe you can."

franco colapinto

slightly overwhelmed by the fight.

you kiss him.

all wide-eyed and breathless. "wow..."

hugs you like a teddy bear. won’t let go for 10 minutes.

ʚ・kick sauber

nico hulkenberg

stern. classic german dad vibes.

you kiss him mid-sentence.

pauses. sighs. "you know that doesn’t solve the issue."

but he's smiling. and holding your hand.

gabriel bortoleto

passionate and a little dramatic.

you catch him off guard with a kiss.

he breaks into a grin.

"okay okay, you win."

pulls you into a hug and forgets why he was mad.

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[aajjks]

The Shower Show (m)

synopsis. A lot happens when you find out that your horny housemate is taking a shower in your bathroom and the worst way to find out is when you walk in on him naked in the shower.

genre: 18+, cringe, comedy, mature, crack

pairing: roommate jungkook x female!reader

warnings: shôwêr wârs, rôômâtês tûrñêd châôtîc fôês, jûñgkôôk bêîñg â flîrty lîttlê shît, tôwêl drâmâ, bîg d sélf-hypê, înâpproprîâtê shôwêr sêx rêfêrêñcês, dîrtÿ jôkês, thrôwîñg shâmpôô âs â wêâpôñ, sêxûâl têñsîôñ bât nó shôwêr shârîñg (fôr ñôw).

note. Besties he’s here to torture you again.. I bet you’ve missed him, but let’s see share your feedback. Please give me everything. ENJOY. I just want to thank JK for this GIF because it fits so well 😭 also GIF credits to owner. I found this on Pinterest.

•••

The bathroom door is open.

The shower is running.

The universe is testing your patience.

You stand frozen in the doorway, towel slung over your shoulder, brain cells malfunctioning as you process what’s happening.

Jungkook. Your roommate. Your personal headache. Your walking HR violation.

In your shower.

Naked.

Steam curls around his body, clinging to the obscene lines of his back, his unholy shoulders flexing as he runs shampoo through his hair, completely unaware of your presence.

Until he hums.

Not just any hum.

A deep, throaty, sinful hum.

Like he’s enjoying himself too much. Like he’s two seconds away from making the type of noise that would get this entire building evicted.

Your eye twitches.

“JEON JUNGKOOK.”

He jumps. Actually yelps. And then—he turns.

You see everything.

Then you see nothing because your soul leaves your body.

“Oh,” Jungkook breathes, completely shameless, absolutely evil. His hair is soaked, water dripping from his stupidly pretty face, rolling down his obnoxiously chiseled chest and lower—

You look lower.

Mistake.

The steam is not covering enough.

Jungkook grins.

“Hey,” he says, like this is normal. Like he’s not standing there, dick swinging, looking like a Greek god sculpted by the hands of sin itself.

Your brain malfunctions.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY SHOWER?!”

Jungkook just shrugs. “Yours has better pressure.”

Better pressure.

Better pressure.

Better fucking pressure.

Like that is a valid reason to traumatize you before 8 AM.

“Jungkook,” you seethe, gripping the doorframe so tight it might snap. “Get. Out.”

He pouts. “Babe, don’t be like that.”

“WE ARE NOT DATING.”

Jungkook tilts his head. Smirks. Drops his voice.

“But you’ve thought about it.”

Your soul glitches.

“I— WHAT?!”

“I mean,” he hums, so casual, so dangerous, “you’ve definitely thought about me naked before. So this is, like, a dream come true, right?”

Your sanity explodes.

“Jungkook,” you hiss, “the only dream I’ve ever had about you is me strangling you to death.”

He grins. “Kinky.”

“THAT IS NOT—;”

“You should’ve told me earlier, baby. I would’ve let you tie me up.”

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.”

Jungkook just laughs, shaking his head, completely unbothered, completely insufferable.

And the actual worst part?

He doesn’t even stop showering. He just turns back around, casually flexing, running his hands through his hair like he’s doing an audition for a porn parody of an Old Spice commercial.

Your life flashes before your eyes.

“Damn,” Jungkook sighs, glancing over his shoulder, grinning so hard it hurts. “Wanna hand me the body wash, babe? You can get real up close and personal.”

“I WILL THROW IT AT YOUR HEAD.”

“Mm.” He smirks. “Do it. I like it rough.”

You black out.

The next thing you know, a bottle of shampoo is flying across the room.

Jungkook dodges. Laughs. “Ooh, feisty.”

You are going to prison.

“You’re seriously not leaving?” you demand.

Jungkook just leans against the wall, completely naked, completely hardheaded, and possibly just hard at this point.

“Why would I?” he smirks, tilting his hips slightly, watching your eyes flicker down involuntarily.

Fuck.

Fuck.

You looked again.

And he knows it.

Jungkook grins. “Wanna touch it?”

You make a strangled noise.

“I—EXCUSE ME?!”

“What?” He grins wider, stretching, flexing, committing war crimes against your sanity. “It’s really nice. People say I should charge.”

Your brain ceases to function.

“I—WHAT PEOPLE?!”

Jungkook shrugs, completely casual. “Y’know. The lucky ones.”

Your life is over.

You should leave. You should run.

But you’re too furious, too flustered, too weak in the knees to even move.

Jungkook notices. Oh, he notices.

“Damn,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to your very obvious reaction, his voice dropping even lower. “You’re really into this, huh?”

You sputter.

“I—NO?!”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Babe, you’re standing there watching me like I’m the main course at a five-star restaurant.”

Your soul leaves your body.

“JUNGKOOK.”

“You wanna ride me so bad—”

“I WILL KILL YOU.”

He laughs. Laughs. Like this is fun for him. Like he’s living his best life while you suffer.

And then. Oh.

Oh.

The real war begins.

Jungkook leans back. Smirks. And then drops the bomb.

“You know,” he purrs, so cocky, so smug, so filthy,

“shower sex is scientifically proven to be good for your health.”

Your entire body malfunctions.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

“It’s efficient,” he winks. “Gets you clean and gets you off. Two birds, one very lucky stone.”

Your soul ascends.

“I—WHAT THE HELL—;”

Jungkook tuts, shaking his head. “Damn, no wonder you’re so grumpy all the time.”

You malfunction.

“Y’know,” he continues, completely evil, completely Jungkook, “I could totally help you out.”

Your brain combusts.

“YOU ARE A DEMON.”

“Or,” he grins, so sinful, so smug, “I’m just really good at what I do.”

You cannot breathe.

Jungkook tilts his head, all fake innocence, all filthy intent.

“You’re curious now, aren’t you?”

You launch the showerhead at his face.

Bestie, you want filthy? You’re getting filthy.

“OUT.”

You’re dripping wet, the bathroom is steaming up, and Jungkook? Still standing there, looking entirely too entertained.

“In a second,” he shrugs, leaning against the doorframe like he’s got all the time in the world.

“Now.” You point at the door with all the authority you can muster while wrapped in a damp towel.

But Jungkook? He just grins.

“Damn, babe, you’re really gonna throw me out when I’m standing here, fully clothed, knowing damn well you just got all wet and needy—”

“Jungkook.”

“—And naked.”

You whip a bottle of conditioner at his head. He dodges, but barely.

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re in denial.” He tilts his head, all faux innocence.

“You sure you don’t wanna share? It’s an efficient way to save water. And time.”

“GET OUT.”

He scoffs. “You act like I haven’t seen tits before.”

“Not mine.”

“Yet.”

You stare. “Jungkook. I will kill you.”

He bites his lip like he’s thinking. “Damn, at least let me die with a good visual.”

You grab the showerhead.

“Okay, okay..” he laughs, hands up, but his eyes are shamelessly raking over your barely-covered figure. “You don’t have to be shy, babe. We’re roommates. We share everything.”

“Not this.”

“C’mon,” he grins. “It’s not my fault I’m built for shower sex.”

You gape. “Built for—what the fuck?”

“I mean, you’ve seen my thighs.” He gestures to himself, completely dead serious.

“Perfect for bracing you against the wall, if you think about it.”

Your brain is short-circuiting.

“Oh my fucking goodness.”

“And don’t even get me started on my stamina,” he continues, absolutely shameless. “I could make you—;”

The shampoo bottle goes flying.

Jungkook DIPS.

He books it out of the bathroom, laughing his ass off, knowing damn well you’re about two seconds away from actual murder.

Fucker.

[spr1ngpvrinbwunnie]

Malfunctioning Body Problems

🇨​🇴​🇳​🇹​🇪​🇳​🇹​ 🇼​🇦​🇷​🇳​🇮​🇳​🇬​: None + This is crack shit ꜱᴜᴍᴍ��ʀʏ – Too many thing happend idk what to tell... I wrote this a long time ago in the draft, and now I'm just posting it.

The heavy clang of metal footsteps echoes down the hall. You glance up from the console, expecting to see The Doctor’s latest mechanical body moving with its usual eerie precision. Instead…

…he’s walking like a damn chicken.

"Harley." You try to keep a straight face. "Why are you walking like a chicken?"

The robotic body halts. It looks normal from the waist up—cloaked in tattered white fabric, fingers flexing idly—but from the waist down? It’s a disaster. The legs twitch at odd angles, shifting from stiff stomps to jerky, bird-like struts.

A static-laced sigh crackles through the speakers.

"This body’s leg actuators are faulty." His voice remains flat, but the slight tilt of the head suggests pure irritation. "It is NOT funny."

You’re already wheezing.

He tries to take another step, only for his left leg to suddenly kick forward in a bizarrely dramatic arc before snapping back down.

You lose it.

"Oh my God—" You clutch your stomach, laughing uncontrollably. "You look like a malfunctioning animatronic at a cursed theme park!"

The Doctor doesn’t respond. Probably because the moment he tries to move again, both knees lock, and he topples sideways like a knocked-over statue.

You collapse to the floor, howling.

---

Later, when you've finally stopped crying from laughter, you return to find The Doctor has abandoned the chicken-legged body entirely.

Which would be fine—except now, his eye is stuck in a television screen.

Static flickers across the glass. His bright, singular eye glares at you through the screen like some cursed horror movie entity.

You sigh, hands on your hips. "Harley. How does this keep happening?"

"The interference in this facility is suboptimal." His voice crackles through the speakers. "The connection between terminals is unstable, leading to unexpected displacement."

You narrow your eyes. "In English, please?"

"...I fell through the Wi-Fi."

You blink.

Then snort.

"So what, you’re just stuck there now?"

The eye shifts slightly, as if rolling itself. "Temporarily. I am rerouting my consciousness."

"Uh-huh. And how long is that going to take?"

The screen suddenly goes black. A few seconds later, the room’s vending machine makes a loud, mechanical whirrrr.

…Oh no.

---

You don’t know how it happened. You don’t even think he knows how it happened. But standing before you is a vending machine—one that has an angry, flickering red eye glaring at you from behind the glass display, right next to a bag of stale pretzels. The vending machine’s keypad flickers erratically.

And then, from within the machine, a very familiar voice—distorted by static—mutters:

"…This is inconvenient."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Harley. Tell me you didn’t try to possess the vending machine."

"I assure you, this was not intentional."

You sigh. "And yet, here we are."

The machine whirrs again. There’s a clicking sound, and suddenly, a cascade of snacks tumbles out of the bottom slot.

You blink.

The Doctor speaks again, deadpan:

"…However, I am now dispensing free snacks."

You slap a hand over your mouth, your whole body shaking with suppressed laughter. This is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever seen.

“Don’t.” The Doctor’s voice crackles from the speakers, the static cutting through his usual cold tone.

You barely hold back a laugh. “So… how exactly did you manage to get yourself stuck in a vending machine?”

The screen on the machine glitches, his eye narrowing. “It was a strategic decision.”

“Strategic?” You snort, crossing your arms. “You willingly possessed a vending machine? For what? Tactical snack acquisition?”

There’s a long silence. Then, through the static, you hear:

“…Yes.”

Oh my god.

You step closer, tapping the glass just to mess with him. The machine lets out a mechanical groan as his robotic voice distorts.

“Do not mock me.”

“I think I have every right to mock you, actually.”

Before he can respond, another screen nearby flickers to life. You turn your head just in time to see one of the factory’s security monitors glitching—and there it is again.

His eye.

Stuck.

Again.

It stares at you, completely unmoving, surrounded by rolling static. You point at it, barely containing your laughter.

“Harley. HARLEY.”

The vending machine hums aggressively. “What?”

“You’re stuck in the TV too. Again..”

The static on the monitor glitches violently—as if he’s just realized this. For a long moment, there’s absolute silence. Then:

“…Unfortunate.”

“So let me get this straight—” you gesture wildly between the vending machine and the TV “—you tried to possess in the monitor system, and somehow ALSO got your eye stuck in a vending machine for snacks?!”

The vending machine rattles. “There was… an error in the transfer process.”

You wheeze. “An error?? You’re supposed to be a genius, and you got stuck in TWO things at once?”

The Doctor’s red eye flickers dangerously, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, the vending machine lets out a mechanical whir, as if shifting its weight—only for another single snack to fall from the dispenser with a loud clunk.

You blink.

You look down.

It’s a bag of off-brand cheese puffs.

You stare. Then, with all the seriousness in the world, you kneel down and reach into the slot, pulling out that bag.

You unwrap it. Take a bite.

Chew.

Swallow.

Then, utterly straight-faced, you say: "Maybe you should get stuck in here more often."

A long, long pause.

And then, the keypad flashes angrily.

"GET. OUT."

[aventurineswife]

so we've all seen how much sahsrau loves the reader however my question is if they ever do make a permanent portal from their universe to ours how would they treat Earth's countries would they start wars would they make peace treaties with our countries.... WAIT what if some countries made fun of or disrespected the reader or their art (like calling it trash or cliche) also how would they (the sahsrau cast) and the world react to star rail a game that's almost if not a complete one to one ratio to their universe man there are so many ways you could take this i'd like to think that the sahsrau cast would bring the reader to any meeting with any country just imagine the chaos like

Reporter a: "mr. General what can you tell us about the relationship of America and the xianzhou?

Jing yuan: as of right now.... I believe the alliance might be open to the possibility of an alliance with the United States

Reporter b: Mr. General what do you have to say about the rumors of a relationship between you and one of our citizens

Jing yuan slightly frowning: that citizen is our grace as for my relationship with them.... I'm one of their many acolytes

(°↓°) hehe chaos gremlins strike again

Oh you just opened the biggest can of cosmic chaos noodles and I am here for it.

If SAHSRAU Makes a Permanent Portal to Earth

First Reaction? Global hysteria. Like, governments are freaking out, trying to figure out if this is a threat or a blessing. But the entire SAHSRAU cast is basically like: “Fear not, mortals! We are here for the Creator.”

Earth: who?

Reader: waving awkwardly in the back

How SAHSRAU Treats Earth’s Countries

1. Diplomacy with conditions – They’re not immediately hostile unless someone messes with the Reader. Peace treaties? Sure. Technology and energy aid? Probably. But only under one condition: Respect the Reader.

2. Each faction handles it differently:

Xianzhou brings their most refined diplomats but also rolls in with sky ships just to be visually intimidating.

Belobog is cautiously curious, with Bronya trying to arrange cultural exchanges.

The IPC shows up ready to buy the planet if necessary.

Stellaron Hunters? They’d just show up uninvited, steal satellite tech, and flirt with the Reader at every press conference.

Astral Express crew is like the friendly UN reps… but with big alien dog energy.

If Someone Insults the Reader or Their Art

God help that country. Seriously.

You think a minor diplomatic incident is bad? Try having the entire Pantheon of Stars glaring at your continent like it personally offended fate.

Jing Yuan’s smile becomes a razor: “I hope that was a poor joke. It would be a shame if the Luofu’s next wargames happened to… pass through your airspace.”

Kafka laughs. You don't want her to laugh.

Yanqing demands an honor duel.

March starts a smear campaign online. #RespectTheReader trends for months.

Dan Heng just vanishes. But a week later, the country’s satellite network mysteriously malfunctions.

Blade doesn’t say anything. He’s just… standing there. Right outside the White House. Holding his sword.

Humanity Reacting to Star Rail the Game Being Real

People would LOSE THEIR MINDS. Like, how did we get a perfect game with accurate lore and personalities?? Was it divine inspiration? Government conspiracy?

SAHSRAU cast’s reaction? Mixed.

March 7th: “Wait, that’s my outfit?! I look amazing! But why do you keep losing battles with me?!”

Welt: “Fascinating. A virtual replica of our lives. So this is what it means to be 'fictional' in your world.”

Himeko: sips coffee “They got my smile right. That’s mildly terrifying.”

Kafka: “They really captured my voice... I wonder if the voice actress dreams of me.”

Blade: “They monetized my suffering.”

And the fans? They're having mental breakdowns. Celebrities thirst-posting about Dan Heng? Chaos. Reddit threads about Jing Yuan’s thighs? Worse. YouTube essays on the lore accuracy? Trending globally.

Bringing Reader to International Meetings

Imagine the UN Summit. Reader walks in, glowing faintly like an Aeon-adjacent celestial being. Some country rep starts grandstanding about protocol, and then Jing Yuan speaks: “Silence. You’re in the presence of divinity.”

ALL EYES ON READER.

Reader: “...Hi. I just want snacks and peace.”

Cue chaos.

Bonus:

The Vatican canonizes the Reader. Twice.

The U.S. tries to “negotiate” for Reader citizenship and ends up blacklisted by IPC.

A TikTok dance trend forms based on the Reader’s aura movement.

Ruan Mei hosts a TED Talk. No one understands a word, but they all clap.

Yanqing becomes a world fencing champion at age 12.

Sampo starts an MLM in three countries before Welt shuts him down.

In conclusion: if SAHSRAU opened a portal to our world? Absolute interdimensional chaos, world diplomacy would be rewritten, the Reader would be the centerpiece of planetary politics, and they’d still just want to sit on a couch and play games without being called a god.

[armxnh]

the first time he's ever been provoked to hit a child.

synopsis: he's jealous... jealous of a child.

characters: bakugo katsuki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima.

genre: fluff

warnings: fluff, jealousy( ? ).

masterlist.

bakugo katsuki

bakugo katsuki never saw himself as the jealous type.

he was top of his class—hell, probably top of the entire school. perfect grades, unmatched combat scores, and a sports festival champion. even as a third-year, he'd already built a reputation most pro heroes would kill for.

so no, jealousy wasn't something he thought he'd ever deal with. why should he? everyone knew you were his. and anyone with half a brain wouldn't dare look your way for more than five seconds—because they knew they didn't stand a chance. not when your boyfriend was him.

or at least... that's what he believed.

until today.

"god, villains really don't know when to quit, huh?" you groaned, stretching your arms over your head as your joints popped loudly in protest.

you and bakugo stood beside the police car as the cops made the villains enter the car—ignoring their protest about how 'they didn't do anything wrong'.

"yeah, well maybe if they had two brain cells to run together, they'd realize getting their asses kicked again isn't a fun hobby," your boyfriend muttered, handing you a bottle of water, before taking a sip of his.

you took the water gratefully, shooting him a tired smile, "thanks, kats"

bakugo just grunted in response, subtly brushing your shoulder with his as the villains were finally carted off. for a moment, things we're quiet. just another day of kicking villain ass walking away like the power couple you were.

and then it happened.

"(y/n)!" a small voice called out.

you turned just in time to catch a blur of energy as a kid—eight or nine maybe—came sprinting across the parking lot, weaving between police officers and tape like it was an obstacle course built for him.

"riku!" you laughed as the boy tackled your legs, "what are you doing here?"

riku looked up with the kind of sparkle in his eyes bakugo instantly recognized—and hated, "i saw the fight on the news and told my mom we had to come! you were so cool! you punched that villain through a wall!"

you crouched down to ruffle his hair. "it was more of a gentle wall-crash, but thanks sweetheart."

bakugo glared. sweetheart?

riku's face turned red as he rocked on his heels, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt, "u-um... i-i made something for you!"

he fished in his backpack and pulled out a crayon drawing—poorly shaded and mostly stick figures, but it was you in your hero costume, fighting a bad guy, with hearts drawn all around the border.

you took it with a touched smile, "awe riku. this is amazing! i love it."

bakugo, behind you, looked like he was witnessing a crime. his eye twitched, "... are those hearts? around her head?"

riku turned around, "oh! i drew them 'cause she's my future wife!"

bakugo choked on his water.

you stared at the kid, caught between laughing and panicking. "riku- what?!"

the boy puffed out his chest proudly, "when i grow up, i'm gonna be a hero too. then i'm gonna ask (y/n) to marry me!"

bakugo took one long, slow step forward.

you recognized that face. it was the calm before the explosion.

"hey, little man," he said, voice low, "you know she's got a boyfriend, right?"

riku blinked, confused, "oh... you?"

"yeah. me." bakugo crossed his arms. "the guy who just blew up half a building and walked away without a scratch? ring a bell?"

riku frowned, then shrugged, "i'm not scared. heroes are supposed to be brave, right?"

bakugo's mouth fell open for half a second before he clamped it shut, visibly malfunctioning. "brave?"

you stepped in before katsuki declared war on a child. "okay! okay! time for riku to go back to his mom—who is very kindly waving and trying not to look horrified right now."

"but—!"

you gently pushed riku back toward the crowd, "thank you for the picture sweetheart. i'll hang it on the wall."

riku beamed at that, "i'll train really hard! you'll see!"

bakugo waited until the kid was well out of earshot before muttering, "i'm gonna buy you a diamond the size of your damn head. see how he likes that."

you laughed, slipping your hand into his, "you're not seriously jealous of a child, are you?"

"tch- i'm not jealous," he muttered.

you raised an eyebrow.

"...okay, maybe i am. a little."

"you do realize he still thinks girls have cooties, right?"

"he also thinks you're wife material," bakugo huffed, "which he's right about. but still."

you leaned into him, laughing. "don't worry, babe. you'll always be my number one hero."

he smirked, tightening his grip on your hand, "damn right i will."

denki kaminari

"c'mon, pretty—just one last game" denki pleaded, eyes glued to the glowing arcade screen.

you couldn't help but laugh. he'd been at it for nearly an hour now, completely hooked. according to him, beating the high score was way more important than studying with bakugo—who, in his words, was "an actual migraine in combat boots."

with a sigh, you crossed your arms, "alright... but don't come whining to me when you're up all night cramming for exam."

his face lit up like a kid on christmas morning, "you're the best," he grinned, pressing a quick kiss on your lips, "swear this is the last one. for real this time."

you just raised an eyebrow.

he did not, in fact, mean for real this time.

denki dove back into the game like his life depended on it, fingers flying across the buttons as neon lights flashed across the screen. you leaned against the machine next to him, sipping your drink and watching with an amused smile.

everything was peaceful.

until it wasn't.

"hey," came a tiny, confident voice from below.

you glanced down—and there he was. maybe eight years old, decked out in a gamer hoodie three sizes too big, and a pair of cartoon-printed sunglasses perched on his head like he was born to be a problem.

"are you with him?" the kid asked, jerking a thumb at denki.

you blinked, "yeah?"

he squinted at denki, unimpressed, "he doesn't look like a winner."

denki froze mid-jump, "...excuse me?"

the kid grinned up at you, "you're really pretty. you should ditch the loser and come hang out with me. i've got v-bucks."

you chocked on your drink, eyes wide, "what—?"

denki spun away from the arcade screen, "alright, little man. pipe down. she's mine."

the kid crossed his arms, "that's not how it works. if you're really her boyfriend, then prove it."

denki raised an eyebrow, "prove it how?"

the kid pointed to the screen, "final round. me versus you. winner gets the girl."

you looked between them, half-mortised, half hysterical.

"denki, he's a child."

denki was already cracking his knuckles, "doesn't matter. no kid's gonna flirt with my girl while i'm still holding a controller."

the machine blinked. player two joined.

the child took position.

you sighed, but couldn't stop the smile growing on your lips, "okay, but you're buying him ice cream if you make him cry."

denki smirked, eyes locked on the screen, "he started this. i'm just finishing it."

FIGHT!

the match was absurd. denki picked the flashiest character possible, spamming electric attacks like a man possessed. the kid? way to good for his age. thumb tapping like a professional, dodging and countering with perfectly timed combos.

a small crowd started gathering. a few people even started cheering. you stood back, arms crossed, watching your boyfriend and an eight-year-old battle like it was the fate of the world at stake.

"YEAH! TAKE THAT, PIKACHU MAN!" the kid yelled.

denki grinned. "big words for someone losing 3—1."

thee final round was neck-and-neck.

one bar of health each.

denki made the first move—risky—and landed a critical hit.

K.O

victory screen flashed.

denki dropped the controller with a dramatic sigh of relief and turned to the kid, "stay in school."

the kid pouted, "hmph. rematch when i'm ten."

he stomped off. denki turned to you, smug as ever. "so... still think i'm waisting time at the arcade?"

you wrapped your arms around his waist, "you just defended my honour in a video game death match against a third grader. i think that's marriage material."

he wiggled his eyebrows, "you say that now. wait until i beat someone in Dance Dance Revolution."

eijiro kirishima

eijiro sat on your bed, staring down at the phone in his hands—your phone. his gaze was fixed, as if he was trying to make sense of something that refused to make sense at all.

you two had been together for just over six months, and for eijiro, they'd been the happiest months of his life. he trusted you more than anyone he'd ever known. if you asked his to jump off a bridge, he probably would—because you'd only ask if you had a good reason—that's how much he trusts you.

not once in those six months had he felt the need to check your phone or asked for your location. his trust was solid. unbreakable.

until today.

when you stepped outside the room and your phone wouldn't stop buzzing, so he reached for it without thinking—just to make sure everything was okay. maybe it was your parents, or something urgent. he didn't meant to snoop.

but what he found knocked the air out of him.

over twenty messages. all from someone named yuki.

yuki: are you still coming over tonight???????? hellooooooo (y/nnnnnnnnn) i miss you i wanna play with you the same as yesterday!

and it kept going.

messages after message, filled with some kind of rope-related game and references to having done it every night this week.

and then it hit him.

you'd told him you needed to visit your parents because of family issues. was that a lie? had you used them as a cover to meet him?

the thought alone made his stomach twist.

his mind raced, spiralling, he didn't even hear the dorm door open. not until your voice broke the silence.

"i know you said you already ate, but i thought we could watch that new show together and—"

you stopped mid-sentence. you arms, full of snacks, lowered slightly as you took in the look on your boyfriend's face. his head was down, his grip on your phone so tight his knuckles were white.

you dropped the snacks onto the desk without a second look and rushed to him, cupping his face gently with your hands, "eiji? are you okay?'

he didn't respond right away. his eyes were a storm—hurt, anger, confusion, and something else you couldn't quite name.

eiji swallowed. his voice barely above a whisper, "do you... do you love me?"

"what?" you blind stunned. "of course i love you, eijiro! why would you even—wait... is this about those fans who started shipping me with izuku again? because you know that's just stupid—"

he reached up and took your wrist, gently lowering your hand then, he placed your phone in your palm.

"i need you to be honest with me..." he said quietly. "have i not been good to you? please tell me this is just some weird misunderstanding and not that you've found someone else—"

you looked down at your phone. the screen still showed yuki's texts.

"pffft"

eijiro's brows furrowed, hurt flashing in his eyes, "did you just... laugh?"

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the grin that was already tugging at your lips. "i—i'm sorry, it's just—you're so cute when you're jealous!" you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

he instinctively leaned into your touch, but quickly pulled back, still confused, "i don't get it..."

you stood up, tugging him up by the hand, "come on, big guy. there's someone i want you to meet."

thanks to your quirk—spacial manipulation—you snapped the two of you through a portal in a blink. one second you were in your dorm room; the next, you stood outside a house—your neighbours' house.

eijiro looked around, confused, "wait... why are we—"

"(y/n)!!"

a voice interrupted him—small, high-pitched, full of excitement.

"hey there, yuki!" you called back.

eijiro turned toward the voice. a child—no more than 10 years old—ran up to you, throwing his arms around your waist with a big grin.

a kid.

a ten years old kid.

and in that moment, eijiro felt his soul leave his body.

he'd been jealous... of this?

you ruffled his hair as he beamed up at you, completely oblivious to the emotional torment eijiro was hit with.

"yuki, this is eijiro," you said tugging him gently forward by the hand, "the boyfriend i was telling you about."

yuki's eyes lit up wide with excitement, "red riot?! woah—you didn't tell me he was that cool!"

you chuckled, "yeah, sorry, he gets shy when people fangirl."

eijiro blinked. once. twice. and then, the puzzle pieces clicked together.

"you... this is the yuki?" h asked, voice cracking slightly as the color rushed to his cheeks. "the one from the texts?"

yuki nodded proudly, "yup! we've been playing spy games every night this week! she ties me up, and i try to escape, and then she catches men again—like a ninja!"

your boyfriend scrubbed a hand over his face, groaning, "oh my god. i thought—i mean, i really thought—"

"that i was cheating on you with someone whose idea of flirting is pretending to be kidnapped and yelling 'no fair, i almost had it this time' while covered in couch cushions?" you teased gently.

he chuckled despite himself, dragging a hand through his hair, "i feel like the biggest idiot in japan right now."

you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist, "hey, no. you're not an idiot. you just... overthink a lot. maybe a little too much for your own good."

eijiro melted into the hug with a sheepish smile, "i should've trusted you."

"you do trust me. that was just a moment." you leaned back, pressing a small kiss on his jaw, before meeting his eyes, "next time, just ask me. no silent suffering, okay?"

he nodded, "i love you... so so much."

you felt your face warm up at the way he looked at you, "i love you, too."

as yuki raced inside, yelling something about showing 'red riot his secret base,' you and eijiro followed slowly behind, fingers intertwined.

"so... you still wanna watch that show tonight?" you asked.

eijiro smiled, "only if you promise not to tie me up afterward."

you looked your boyfriend up and down, a smirk on your face, "no promises."

ⓒarmxnh

[velvetvexations]

Something I would add about Michfest : In the 90s, there was a scandal involving a trans man there (Tony Baretto-Neto). He had phallo and simply took a shower there, but then the staff confronted him because people started saying there were multiple "men" / "transsexuals" / male invaders walking around exposing their erect penises in front of women, and blamed him.

It caused a lot of controversy and he literally ended up having to make a public written statement about it to debunk these claims, saying he was just 1 guy taking a shower (he even said that due to the nature of his penis, the thing about him harassing women with his erection was literally not physically possible, people were just making shit up to paint him as predatory). He explained what really happened : he had told the women around that he was gonna shower and explained his situation, they all said they were fine with it, some shower malfunction happened and some women who helped him with it therefore saw him naked. (He also said that he went to the festival as a trans man because he'd been a lesbian activist since the 60s and had fought in these spaces for decades, even having played in a band in similar festivals in the past).

He had explained all that to the staff and, despite them fully knowing he was AFAB, they didn't care. They didn't want it to be a place ~ for AFABs ~, they wanted a place without any people AMAB or penises, and decided their policy also included people AFAB with penises after this "incident". (Also this story has been largely misrepresented and said to be about a trans woman's penis in the showers, but yeah, the real story behind this was actually about a trans man.)

It's not even a rare occurrence, it's actually pretty common for things "for AFABs" or "AFAB-only" to reject/ban trans men who are deemed "too much like cis men" (or mysteriously find a reason that makes them "not a good fit"). I guarantee you that most shit like "AFAB-only housing" or whatever would also reject trans men with penises. Pretty much every space or thing "for AFABs" will have some secret threshold for trans men, where if you have certain features you will be seen as "too much like a cis man" and not allowed to join because it "makes the others uncomfortable". They won't dare to admit it out loud if they market themselves as open to trans people AFAB, and the exact criteria varies from group to group (it can be as little as "vibes" and not even medical transition related). But "having a penis" will pretty much unanimously be seen as crossing that line and get you rejected.

It's just really frustrating to see some people take them at their word when some group says "we are open to anyone AFAB" and then react like "see ? TME privilege once again, they only exclude trans women !!!!" and act like all trans people AFAB are included in that when there's always, and I cannot state this enough, *ALWAYS* a cutoff point for transmascs in these things, over which they're seen as predatory, invading, untrustworthy, violent, dangerous, and are excluded (and its not necessarily for being mistaken for transfem, it's very deliberate) no matter how "welcome for being AFAB" they are on paper. The entire spectrum of transmasculinity is never welcome in these spaces. It's always a lie.

TRFs love taking other radfems at their word except when those radfems say they really do see trans women as men, then it's all "why do you believe TERFs?" and shit.

Thank you for writing this up. <3

[yokumirumerafan]

since it's 1st April Fools, it's time for you to join the shrimp army 🦐‼️‼️ (yes this is you, I drew you :3) ALSO I HAVE A REQUEST‼️🤯 What's the KNY characters reaction when a children went up to Y/N and KNY characters and says "can you two be my parents?" looking at them with big wide innocent eyes HAPPY APRIL FOOLS AND HOPE YOUR HAVING FUN POOK‼️‼️‼️🦐🦐💯💯

OMG! I love the art, like I don't get it how are people so talented <33 Thanks a lot, have a nice day/night as well!

POST INFO: 📌 Title: "Can You Two Be My Parents?" – KNY Characters React! 📌 Characters: Muzan, Upper Moons, Hashira, Main Trio (Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke) + Genya 📌 Requested by: 🦐Shrimp Army General (HAPPY APRIL FOOLS! 🎭) 💬 Summary: Imagine you’re just chilling with your favorite Demon Slayer (or demon 👀) when a random child tugs on your sleeve and asks "Can you two be my parents?" with big, innocent puppy eyes. 💀 HOW DO THEY REACT?! ⚔️ What to Expect: Muzan running for his life. Doma saying “YES!” way too fast. Sanemi MALFUNCTIONING. Obanai CHOKING on air. Zenitsu already planning baby names. Tengen considering adding a 4th wife?! Absolute CHAOS. 👹 UPPER MOONS + MUZAN 👹

🔴 Muzan Kibutsuji – “Excuse me??” 💀

Straight-up disappears in mist form before the kid can finish the sentence.

Hates children. Hates this even more.

If Y/N looks at him expectantly, he glares and says, “I would rather burn in the sun.”

🩷 Doma – “Of course, my dear~! Come to Daddy~” 😘

Picks the kid up instantly and spins them around.

He’s loving this, completely ignoring Y/N’s reaction.

Probably tries to adopt the entire orphanage.

💙 Akaza – “…Tch. I don’t have time for this.” 😤

Awkward. So awkward. He’s not built for parenting.

Crosses his arms and looks away, face heating up.

If Y/N says, “Aww, Akaza, look! They want you as a dad!”

Akaza.exe has stopped working.

🟣 Kokushibo – “…You mistake me for someone who has such attachments.” 😐

Acts cold, distant, like he doesn’t care.

But deep inside?? He lowkey considers it.

Stares at Y/N like “Are we… a family now?”

🟡 Hantengu – “G-GAAAAAH! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!?” 😱

Runs away crying.

The clones all react differently:

Sekido: "Hell no."

Karaku: "LMAO sure why not."

Urogi: "Can you fly? No? Lame."

Aizetsu: "This is... depressing."

🟢 Gyokko – “A disgusting brat! BEGONE!” 😡

Throws a tantrum.

If Y/N scolds him, he dramatically cries like, “HOW COULD YOU CHOOSE A CHILD OVER ME?!”

⚔️ HASHIRA ⚔️

🔥 Rengoku Kyojuro – “HOHO! A CHILD WHO SEES OUR GREATNESS!” 😆

Accepts IMMEDIATELY. No hesitation.

Starts lecturing the kid about honor and discipline.

Y/N has to stop him before he starts training the child.

🌬️ Sanemi Shinazugawa – “WH— WHOSE BRAT IS THIS!?” 😡

Panics. Hard.

Looks at Y/N like "EXPLAIN??"

"Go find your real parents, kid!!"

If the kid tears up, he SOBS INTERNALLY.

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka – “…Why me?” 🧍‍♂️

Stares. Blinks. Stares again.

He does not know what to do.

Just silently accepts because he doesn’t want to make them cry.

💎 Gyomei Himejima – “Oh, dear one… If you are without a home, I shall protect you.” 😭

Immediately adopts the child.

Crying. Already planning their future.

Y/N is just there like “WTF JUST HAPPENED?!”

🐍 Obanai Iguro – “…I think you’re mistaken.” 😐

Immediately uncomfortable.

Looks at Y/N like "Why are you laughing?!"

Tries to leave, but the kid clings to him.

💜 Shinobu Kocho – “Oh my! How adorable~” 🥰

Teases Y/N SO MUCH.

“My, my, Y/N, I didn’t know we looked so married~”

If Y/N plays along, she gets super flustered.

👦 MAIN TRIO + GENYA 👦

🟠 Zenitsu Agatsuma – “OH GOD— WAIT— DID Y/N AND I GET MARRIED?!” 😱

Absolute meltdown.

Too dramatic. Starts planning baby names.

Will pretend to be a dad just to impress Y/N.

💚 Inosuke Hashibira – “PARENT?! ME?! HAH?!?!” 🤯

"I AM LORD INOSUKE! I DON’T RAISE KIDS!!"

Five minutes later? He’s teaching the kid how to headbutt.

❤️ Tanjiro Kamado – “Oh! That’s so sweet! Of course, we’ll take care of you!” 😊

WHYYY IS HE SO PURE.

Y/N can’t even tease him because he’s so wholesome.

Would actually raise the child.

💀 Genya Shinazugawa – “…Huh?” 😳

Blushes instantly.

Looks at Y/N like “D-Did you hear what they just said?!”

Doesn’t know how to respond. Probably just pats the kid’s head awkwardly.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I have no expectations of Buck and Tommy getting back together, but if they do, I would love love love for the episode to be called "Tommy, Actually". I would love it if it was interlaced with different little moments we never got to see.

When Buck first met Tommy.

When Tommy introduces himself to Buck's sister and Buck's parents at the wedding at the hospital.

Tommy getting ready alone for the medal ceremony. Having no friends or family coming, no, not until Buck comes over to greet him, bringing the entire 118 with him. The deleted scene with Hen and Karen. Tommy taking a moment alone to react to the fairy implied comment from Gerrard and maybe Buck coming over to him.

Buck telling Tommy what Bobby told him about being good people.

Tommy hearing about Bobby in the hospital and asking Buck about it. Tommy confusedly hearing through texts about the Kim situation. Maybe cooking the dinner for Buck as he waits for him to come home.

Tommy reacting to the bee and plane emergencies.

All the small moments with Buck at the loft or at his own place. Muay Thai and flying lessons. Karaoke Trivia. That scene in the car during Masks. The takeout they ate the night before their anniversary.

Hell, I want moments with Tommy building his relationships back up with the people at the 118 too.

Watching movies together with Chimney. Basketball with Chimney and Eddie. Drinking at the bar with Hen and Chimney. Muay Thai and more Las Vegas excursions with Eddie. Talking flying and space with Hen. Talking Buck with Maddie.

A contrast to the emptiness of his life before meeting Buck; his life after the breakup.

Hell, if we're making lists of things we want here, I'd love this to be intercut with the relationship that fucked Tommy up. Or even relationships.

How bad was his father to him? What did his father say to hurt Tommy in a way that kept him in that closet? What about his mother?

What about the military? What trauma lay in the army for Tommy?

Who was the man who hurt Tommy? Who told him he wouldn't be someone's last if he was someone's first? Who made him feel like no one could ever truly choose him first?

Intercut it with a rescue.

A helicopter rescue where Buck joins Tommy in his helicopter. And despite the awkwardness, things are going well up until some malfunction in the helicopter that Tommy couldn't control. That the person who had been originally flying the helicopter didn't catch in the inspection of it before taking off.

So, the helicopter is crashing.

And Tommy does his best to land it as safely as he can given the circumstances.

And Tommy's hurt. He's severely hurt and everyone besides he, Buck, and the knocked out patient are dead. And sure, Tommy tries not to think about the injury, but Evan can read Tommy like a book.

He can tell.

Buck forces Tommy to take it easy; let Buck give him first aid. And while Tommy isn't as mobile as he would like to be, he and Buck are a fantastic team when it comes to problem solving and figuring out a way to get the patient and themselves to the location where another helicopter will pick them up to bring them to the hospital.

And Tommy doesn't know why Buck cares.

He's scrambling to understand; he just can't. Not with the voices of everyone who hurt him in his head. Not with how he practically ghosted everyone at the 118 after he broke things off with Buck.

Became insular again.

Became alone again.

All of Tommy's worst qualities seem to creep up; flood his mind and it all culminates with a fight with Evan. A fight where Tommy is arguing against helping himself; against wanting Tommy.

Because Tommy's not worth it.

He's not worth anything.

And, damn it, Buck's fighting back. Evan gives Tommy everything he's got; all his anguish and hate and confusion and love.

So much love.

And maybe it ends with yelled I love yous from them both before something happens.

Something that almost hurts Buck, but Tommy pushes Buck out of the way; saves Buck's life. Hurts himself.

Because he's not worth it.

He was never worth it.

And he blacks out, distantly hearing Buck screaming his name.

And. Tommy wakes up in a hospital. Alone. And he assumes that's all that it is and ever will be. He was always alone. He always will be alone.

Then.

The 118 come in.

Rightfully mad about Tommy ghosting them. Worried about Tommy.

And maybe Tommy realizes that, well, maybe he has a home now. He has found a home with Evan; with the 118. That his fears that people will leave him behind won't come true. That he could be part of their family. That he was allowed to want that.

And when Buck rushes over, the rest of the team gives Buck the room. And Tommy confesses everything; his fears; his love; his wants and dreams and Buck confesses back too. And they say their I love yous again.

And it ends with them having a small, easy moment in the hospital. Evan getting Tommy coffee. Maybe Tommy saying, "Mmmm. Just like that." And. Holding each other's hands. Just. Smiling. Paralleling their coffee date.

Yeah.

That would be a good Tommy, Actually.

[bunbitti]

Hi, can we get some headcanons for Billy, Lycaon and Anton with a reader whose super strong and during a mission where their partner gets hurt, is able to bridal carry them with ease? The guys deserve being able to be bridal carried

They do in fact deserve being bridal carried

I was once told about bridal carrying in cdrama where the guy usually can’t actually pick up the girl, let alone carry her long enough to finish the shot, so they have the girl sit on something and hide the fact that she’s not even being carried like excuse me it’s not *that* hard

And then the guys blame the girl for being too heavy even though the girls are usually like decently under 100lbs???

So I would assume none of our big guys would expect to be carried bridal style anytime soon :(

Headcanons were made assuming you work at the same company/are in the same group as them (I imagine cross-group missions are probably infrequent, and if you’re a freelancer you probably worked with them enough to be familiar with their respective groups)

Billy

Freaks about getting hurt, but whether he actually feels it is questionable (is it possible for him to turn off pain reception? Perchance, might be more convenient than thinking about how much everything hurts on a mission); you should comfort him anyway

More about loss of function/inability to move, so if he’s being bridal carried it’s likely some issue with his torso or legs

Initially jokes about how you need to slow down a bit for him, but doesn’t expect you to scoop him up and keep moving at the same speed as before

He’s literally metal??

Might yelp upon the scoopening, but insists it never happened

If the mission is still ongoing, he’ll try to keep shooting to keep enemies off your back since your arms are occupied (with him! Oh gosh he’s feeling things in his mechanical heart that are uhh not normal, maybe that’s malfunctioning too??)

Yaps about your strength, which miiight be on par with the Starlight Knights

His uhh knight in shining armor

He may or may not ask you to pick him up again later, but who wouldn’t when they learn there’s someone who can make them feel small and safe

Anyway can Monica pick him up like that? Probably not

May get into the habit of jumping into your arms if he gets startled/scared, and only because he knows you can handle the sudden change without a large chance of falling over (the others in the Cunning Hares he’s not quite sure of and probably would just hide behind them before realizing what it is that startled him)

May get in your lap on the ‘company couch’, aka the one in the apartment they all live in, and interlock his fingers on the other side of your neck to have a nice pseudo-bridal carry, but only when the others aren’t there to tease and distract him from precious carrying time (if dating, he will instead yell back asking why he can’t be carried by his partner and ignore screeches to get a room)

Lycaon

Insists he’s fine and can walk on his own, but ends up stumbling even when supported (there’s almost no way he’s going to want to be carried at any earlier point, because what high-end butler gets carried like that? Would rather choose to be carried on someone’s back since the weight distribution is easier to manage that way, whereas a bridal carry puts all the weight in the front with the additional tripping hazard of his giant fluffy tail in the case that he’s unconscious and can’t hold it out of the way for them)

Might be shot in the thigh or something, or his prosthetics are too heavily damaged and are going bad on a ‘less severe’ case requiring him to be carried

Since he’s a close-range fighter, he can’t do much when carried beyond using his arms to smack/punch an enemy away (may later carry more projectiles, just in case)

May initially tense up at being picked up since it was entirely unexpected, but if he’s conscious enough he’ll either act like he’s watching your back to avoid responding to the action or he’ll turn away and mutter a ‘thank you’ (he has to express gratitude for this, after all, otherwise it’d be rude) and hold on so you aren’t inconvenienced any more than you already are

If it was an issue with his prosthetics, he’ll try to avoid it happening again and install more failsafes or reinforce the structure

*picks Lycaon up*

*sharp inhale, freezes*

“Is there something wrong?/did I accidentally put pressure where it hurts?/should I adjust?”

“……no.”

Ends up thinking about you carrying him bridal style A LOT, and his coworkers at Victoria Housekeeping keep noticing his tail wagging a bit for seemingly no reason

Unless you’re similarly large and/or visibly strong, he keeps wondering how it’s possible, even if he knows of your history of being extra strong or knows how much you can bench press or something (even then, sustaining a position like a bridal carry for a long time while running around ends up being harder than a single-motion effort of pushing/pulling something)

Probably asks if you strained something carrying him and prepares remedies beforehand just in case the answer is yes

May try to find a chance to bridal carry you so that it’s even

May also try to drop subtle hints that he actually enjoyed it and wouldn’t mind you continuing to bridal carry him even when it’s not quite necessary, even though it’s horrible for his reputation as the professional

Anton

Initially tries to act tough, tries to make do with leaning on you, etc, but at some point his legs give out or he can’t keep himself upright and it’s not like his bro can do the walking for him

Also expects to be carried on your back or carried by Ben or hauled onto one of Grace’s machines (‘babies’) to get taken back or to be patched up a bit in a hidden corner and rest until he can continue, but gets whisked away in your arms, jacket included

Holds on, of course; what bro would he be if he struggled and made it hard for you to carry him after you helped him out?

Feels very Safe somehow, even though he’s hurting enough to the point where he can’t walk on his own because of how dangerous the mission was

If it’s just you two on the mission, he’ll try and force himself to stay awake enough to keep enemies away from you; otherwise it might be okay for him to relax and let the others handle it (let him sleep, he needs it)

Of course he’ll make up for it later by doing extra on another mission; can’t let you down (you’re one of few people in the company who fully pulls their weight on the job, and he admits to liking you more; for fairness’s sake, he’ll only let on that the performance influenced his judgement and he also tries not to seem biased lest the other workers become discouraged)

Regardless of whether you’re dating, he’d mainly be impressed by your strength and wonders if it’s just your natural strength or if it’s something you built up to; extra impressed if you’re smaller, because how the hell is your arm reaching around his back??

Not the type to get insecure at being bridal carried, though sometimes he wonders why you would go for the more difficult option on a mission (safety first, like in construction); figures you must have your reasons or want to show off or are treating it like a workout, and would let you pick him up again later if you asked

Instead, Anton might actually like you more, since you’ve proven to be capable even when he’s incapacitated (a truly reliable bro)

If dating, may consider putting his face against your neck because it’s right there but decides against it to avoid distracting you (will do so when patched up and at home, though)

[rachelsfav-queer]

Maybe A Boy?

(Part 2)

Wednesday hears the dorm room door open and her anxiety spikes for a moment before she forces herself to settle down again. Her roommate enters with her usual excitement, entirely unaware of the inner turmoil that Wednesday is experiencing, with no idea why she’s feeling it.

Enid: Howdy, babycakes! Sorry I took so long, I swear that the Werewolf Bio teacher intentionally drags on her lessons just to annoy us, ugh! But, I’m here now and I’m all yours for cuddles!

Wednesday feels a warmth pass over her at Enid’s bright and optimistic nature, beyond grateful for the strange way she’s always capable of settling her mind even when she has no idea she’s doing it. It’s a talent to be this comforting, it has to be. But it doesn’t wipe away what she needs to do unfortunately.

Wednesday: I appreciate your offer, Enid, but… we need to talk first. Or, I mean- *sighs* I need to tell you something first.

Enid’s demeanor becomes serious at her girlfriend’s tone, immediately picking up on the burning tension in the smaller girl, and concern builds up inside her.

Enid: Oh, okay! What’s up, Willa? Is… everything okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?

Wednesday: *looks up at Enid, looking away* I- I know. It’s just… this particular matter is one that… I’m anxious will change things, between us specifically, in an irrevocable way.

Enid: *furrows brow* What do you mean, Wends? What’s going on, are you hurt? Is someone… is someone threatening you?

Wednesday: *shakes head* No, no! Nothing like that, it’s just… I fear that when I tell you this, you may look at me differently and… *quietly* it may shatter our relationship together.

Enid stands up and slowly, carefully walks over to Wednesday sitting at her desk and kneels in front of her, taking both her hands gently.

Enid: Willa, babycakes. Look at me. *waits* Good, now listen to me, okay? Very closely.

Enid: Whatever it is that has you so scared, I promise that it won’t be that bad, okay? Okay, cause we’re gonna talk about it and we’re gonna discuss how it affects us. No matter what it is, I’m never gonna just leave you without a chance to explain, okay? I promise.

Wednesday nods, tears brimming her eyes at her girlfriend’s tone, full of love and genuine care. The seer breathes in deeply, closing her eyes and breathes out. When Wednesday opens her eyes again, she sees Enid still kneeling in front of her, waiting oh so patiently, with a kind smile that gives her the boost she needs.

Wednesday: Okay… Enid, I- I don’t feel like a girl. I think I identify as… maybe a boy.

What happens next sends Wednesday for a loop, as Enid jumps up and hugs her so tight as she exclaims…

Enid: Oh, baby! Oh, is that it? Oh, Wednesday, baby! I’m so proud of you, thank you for telling me! *pulls back suddenly* Oh! I should ask, what are your pronouns, baby boy?

Wednesday’s brain malfunctions for a second from the… everything, but catches up soon.

Wednesday: O- oh, um… h- he/him, please?

Enid: *hugs Wednesday tightly again* Okay, baby boy! Oh, my sweet boy! I’m so proud of you, Wednesday. I’m so sorry you were so scared to tell me this, but I promise you that it changes nothing between us, okay? I still love you exactly the same as I did yesterday and the day before. Oh, Wends. I’m so proud, baby boy!

Wednesday can hardly believe what’s happening, his brain struggling to compute this reaction with the one he feared would come. It takes him a moment before he raises his arms and wraps them tightly around Enid’s waist as tears begin rolling down his face unbidden, though now tears of relief and joy.

Wednesday: Th- thank you, mi- mi loba! Thank you! ¡Gracias! ¡Gracias, gracias! *crying harder*

Enid starts rubbing her hand up and down Wednesday’s back while her other moves up to lightly scratch his scalp, doing everything she knows comforts her boyfriend the most.

Enid: *gently, quietly* Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Wednesday. There you are, my brave boy. It’s okay, let it out. I can only imagine how scared you must’ve been, baby. But it’s okay now. You’re okay. You’re more than okay, you are so brave and so strong and I am so proud of you, Wednesday. Just let it out, that’s a good boy. I’m so proud of you. Shh, shh, shh. My brave boy. *rocking back and forth*

Eventually, Wednesday’s tears slow down and his breathing returns to normal again. He pulls out of Enid’s warm embrace and looks up at the wolf with stars in both their eyes, and in that moment, Wednesday wonders how he ever thought that Enid Sinclair, of all people in the world, would ever reject him for this. A rare, but oh so very wide smile spreads across his face and the sight makes Enid giggle.

Enid: There’s that wonderful smile I love so much. Oh, and those precious dimples that I literally cannot get enough of! How did I get so lucky to get the most perfectly adorable boyfriend in the whole world?

Wednesday blushes suddenly and tries to look away, bashful.

Wednesday: *grumbles* I’m not adorable.

Enid: *hums* Hmm, you say that… while also looking the absolute most adorable I’ve ever seen you, so… jury’s out on that one? *giggles*

Wednesday blushes brighter and tries to hide his face in his hands, but is stopped by his girlfriend’s much stronger, yet still gentle hands as Enid pulls his face up to look at her, a wide smile still on his face.

Enid simply stares lovingly at Wednesday for a long moment before she whispers…

Enid: My pretty boyfriend.

Wednesday preens under the attention and the whispered words, his eyes fluttering shut as his face burns bright red, yet he’d rather be nowhere else than sitting under the careful gaze of Enid.

Wednesday: Can- can you call me that again? Please? Just… call me your boyfriend? Anything with boy, please?

Enid: *smiles widely* Of course, my pretty boyfriend. My brave boy, my good boy.

Wednesday shudders at the last petname and his thighs squeeze together as a spark shoots down between his legs and a soft, tiny moan escapes his lips. Enid’s eyes widen and she smirks at the reaction she knew would come.

Enid: Oh my! That got you excited, hmm? You like that, baby boy? You like being my good boy?

Wednesday whimpers softly and nods, as much as he can with his face still held by Enid. His eyes never leave hers, and vice versa, both wholly transfixed on the other. Enid giggles again…

Enid: Hmm, I’ve got a few ideas for how you can be a good boy for me, Wends. *bends down and whispers in his ear* Get on the bed, pretty boy.

Wednesday never rushes to obey as quick as he does right then.

End <3

(A/N: Hope y’all enjoyed this! I loved writing it, especially that little bit at the end lol 🤭 I recently became obsessed with transmasc!Wends after reading a fic that was like, loosely related to the idea lol. If anyone wants to read it, I’ll post the link lol. Anyway, I hope this will get some of y’all as obsessed with this as I am lmaoooo)

[gejo333]

A Misunderstanding

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider Reader

—> pt. 2

Summary: Your relationship with Miguel was doing amazing. But when you find out your pregnant Miguel begins to close himself off . You decide it’s best not to tell him and end things. But what happens when you see him again after five years and learns that he is a father?

There is a sensual scene, if you feel uncomfortable just scroll past it.

I was going to write it all in one post but I decided to do a part two. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy🤗

Wc: 3.2k

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A heavy breath leaves your lungs; sitting on a piece of rubble, you stare at the anomaly being taken away by another spider back to HQ. On a mission like this one, an anomaly of this low stature wouldn’t make you sweat. But for some reason, you had a hard time defeating it.

Peter B comes up to you, lending you a hand. You gladly take it rising from your makeshift seat. After walking through the portal back to HQ, Peter puts his hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Are you feeling alright, Y/n?” Peter looked concerned about your tired complexion.

“I’m fine. I must not have slept well last night. But thanks for checking in and for your help with the mission.”

“No problem. Are you reporting back to Miguel?”

“Yeah. I should tell him about the mission getting out of hand. I’ll see you around.” You wave goodbye before making your way to Miguel’s office. When reporting missions that didn’t go exactly to plan, spiders asked you to report to Miguel.

Before you began dating him 6 months ago, you still had a close relationship with him. Ever since he recruited you, he’s had a soft spot for you, never once getting mad with you.

Walking into his “lair,” as most spiders called it, you tried to shoot up a web to him, but your web shooter malfunctioned.

Miguel jumped down from the platform, walking towards you. His gaze crossed your entire body, checking to see if you were hurt.

“I heard the mission went a bit south.” Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. He lifted your chin and leaned down to kiss your lips lovingly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your toes to press deeper into the kiss. Breaking apart, you caress his cheek as he leans into your touch.

“Yeah, I needed to call backup. The anomaly was more to handle than I thought. I’m not sure why. I just don’t feel my best today.”

“How about we get some delicious empanadas near my apartment and watch a movie. How does that sound? We can leave right now if you want?” A smile graces his lips as he gazes at you with so much love waiting for your response. You smile back at him as your e/c meets his mahogany eyes. You were the only person to see his true eye color.

“That sounds perfect.”

Pressing a few buttons on his watch, Miguel opens the portal back to his universe. The two of you walk through, entering an ally a block away from Miguel’s place. Both of your suits dissolve underneath casual clothing hiding underneath.

The two of you walked into the little store that sold the best empanadas in all of Nueva York, as Miguel had told you multiple times.

“Miguel! Mi cliente favorito. Cómo te va?” An older woman walked around the counter, hugging Miguel, which he gladly accepted.

“Estoy bien. Y usted?” Miguel said as he led you fully into the store. You loved seeing this side of Miguel. He only revealed his true warm side when he was back in his world or alone with you on missions or at HQ.

“I’m doing good. Business is good. And who is this gorgeous woman by your side Miguel?” The woman looks at you with a bright smile. You look up at Miguel as he looks down at you with a smile.

“This is Y/n. My girlfriend.” Miguel’s response made the woman beam with joy as she hugged you.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Y/n. It’s so nice for Miguel to find such a nice woman as you. The usual order Miguel?” The woman returns behind the counter, grabs a box, and puts in empanadas.

“Sí, plus a few extra.”

“Of course!” She adds a few more before handing them to you. Miguel pays her before adding $500 to the tip jar. The woman looks astounded and takes the money out, trying to return it to him. He closes her hand, pushing gently back towards her.

“Miguel, this is too much.”

“Nonsense. You make the best empanadas in all of Nueva York.” The woman hugs Miguel again as tears brim her eyes.

“Thank you so much. You truly are a good man Miguel.”

“Until next time!” He waved goodbye before leading you out of the store.

Miguel opened the door, letting you go first before making your way to the kitchen, setting the empanadas down on the counter. Miguel places both arms at your sides, trapping you against the counter. You turn to face him, leaning back a bit against the counter. Hands run up his chest and wrap around his neck. You run your hands through his hair as he leans his back, enjoying the sensation of your hands through his hair.

He leaned down, lips centimeters from yours. His gaze goes to your lips, his eyes starving for your touch. You give him a quick kiss.

“Let’s choose something to watch.”

“Yeah.” Miguel calms down his breathing before letting you go. The two of you grab an empanada and head to the living room as you get comfy on the couch, putting a blanket over the both of you. You rest your head against him.

Almost halfway into the movie, your gaze is directed toward Miguel as he stares ahead. He shifts slightly, uncomfortable. Your gaze falls down to his lap, where a tent appears. Sliding a hand to his lap, you pull down his sweats, setting him free as you give him a handjob.

Miguel’s head leans back, a groan escaping his lips.

“Y/n” You continue your movements as you feel your hand getting covered in precum.

“You like that?” You lean towards him as you kiss his neck towards his lips, where he hungrily captures yours.

“I need more of you, mi vida.” He groaned before removing the blanket. He grabbed you by the waist, sitting you on his lap as he ripped your panties off, thrusting himself fully into your wet folds.

“Those were my favorite.” You moaned out. A pout was on your face before Miguel captured your lips.

“I’ll buy you all the new pairs you want,” Miguel whispered into your ear as he thrust his hips into you.

“Miggy!” Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, sending you into euphoria.

You awake from your bed in a sweaty state, your breath uneven. Sitting up from your bed, you place your head against your knee as you calm your heart. Why that memory again? You’ve had that same memory plague your dreams for the past week.

Looking at your phone, it was 8 am. You get up from your bed and go to the room next to you. Opening the door, you walk up to the small race car bed. Leaning down, you brush the dark brown hair from your son’s face and press a kiss to his forehead.

You watch his eyes flutter open, his big brown eyes tiredly staring at you.

“Good morning.” You say, gazing at your five-year-old as he wakes up. He jumps into your arms as you pick him up.

“Are you excited for today? It’s your first day of kindergarten!”

“Yes!” His arms went up in excitement. You set him down as you grab the outfit you prepared for him today. After the both of you got dressed, you went to the kitchen to start breakfast.

“What would you like?”

“Pancakes! With chocolate chips!”

“How about pancakes with blueberries? Make it a bit healthier.” You suggest as you already begin making the batter.

“I love blueberries!” He cheered.

You place the small pancakes in front of him as you finish getting ready in your room. After you finish putting on your makeup, you see your son walk in with a face covered with syrup. You chuckle at the cute site as you get up and bring her to the bathroom to wipe her face and hands.

“Mommy, can you do my hair how I like it?”

“Of course!”

You set her on the bathroom counter as you brush his hair. You combed your fingers through his hair. You look at him through the mirror. Distinct brown hair and eyes. Warm honey-toned skin. He was the spitting image of his father.

It’s been almost six years since you last saw him. Ever since that fateful day, you wonder if you made the right decision. But he made it clear to you.

“Mommy?” You’re brought out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, sweetie.” You finish the combing his hair. You grab your purse and his brand-new fire truck backpack. Grabbing his hand, you walk out the door and towards the school.

Arriving at the school, you walk through the front doors to his classroom. You see the other 5-year-olds entering the classroom or clinging to their parents. Arriving at the door, you see the teacher come out.

“Hi! My name is Ms. Williams. And who might this be?”

“This is Mateo (L/n). Say hi, Mateo.” You say to your son, who clings to you. Hiding his face behind your leg.

“Hi.” Mateo slowly waves to the teacher. Ms. Williams holds out her hand toward Mateo. Mateo looks up to you as you smile.

“It’s ok, Mateo. Go make some friends. Mommy will be here to pick you up in a few hours.”

“Promise?” He holds his pinky out to you, which you hook with yours.

“Promise.” Mateo smiles at you before taking his teacher’s hand, walking him into the room. He turned to wave goodbye before disappearing into the room.

A tear escapes you as you wipe it away. You couldn’t believe he was already 5. It went by so fast.

After drying your tears, you make it back to your apartment. Sitting at your desk in your bedroom, you stare at the drafted article before you. Since you quit Spider Society, you got your job back as a journalist.

Your mind drifts off from the work before you.

Sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, you stare down at the small object in your hands.

Two lines. These two lines answer the question that was in the back of your mind all day.

You were pregnant. Your body jumps up when you hear someone walk into the bathroom. Unlocking the door to the stall, you quickly wash your hands and clean off the stick before hiding it in a secret pocket of your spider suit.

A beep from your watch tells you to go to Miguel’s office. Miguel… what would he think? You rush out of the bathroom and towards his office.

Ben Reilly and Jess are talking with Miguel about a mission. Standing next to Miguel as he continues talking. However, everything he said was unheard as your thoughts raced.

“Y/n?” You came back to reality as Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Yep! Understood.” You say, hoping he didn’t notice you drifting off into space. Miguel dismisses Ben and Jess as he turns to face you.

“Is everything ok?” His eyes grew concerned as you weren’t your usual happy self. You decided not to tell him yet. You were too nervous to tell him. Since movie night, Miguel has been nonstop busy and stressed from work. You didn’t feel you should stress him out more with your news.

And it’s only been 6 months since you started dating. You didn’t know if he wanted children, especially after what happened to his daughter.

“Yeah! I’m good. Just tired. So my mind is a bit off.”

“How about you go home and rest. I’ll do the mission with Jess and Ben.”

“It’s ok. I can still go on the mission.” You try to reason with him.

“No mi amor. Go home and rest. I don’t want you getting hurt on the mission if you’re tired.” You decided to listen to him as he would not change his mind.

“Ok, fine. See you later tonight.” You give him a kiss before saying goodbye.

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“You’re 2 months pregnant.”

The doctor’s words shocked you. You didn’t think you were that far along. It’s only been two weeks since you found out you were pregnant.

After leaving the doctor’s office, you head back to HQ. Going to the doctor at HQ was free, but you knew word would get back to Miguel, as everyone knew you two were in a relationship.

Spider HQ felt off today as barely anyone was here. You go to Miguel’s office but find all the lights turned off except one of his monitors.

Miguel sat in his chair, his head resting in his hand. He looked so sad. You never had seen him this way before.

“Miguel?” You walk closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. You look at the monitor. It was a video of him and his daughter.

“Y/n? I thought you weren’t coming in today.”

“I wasn’t. But I’ve barely seen you for the past two weeks. I wanted to just check in on you.” He moved his chair to face you. As he opens his arms to you, you sit in his lap. Wrapping his arms tight around you, he nestled his head in your neck. You comb your fingers through his hair to help comfort him.

“Today’s her birthday.” He mumbled against your skin. His words clenched at your heart.

“Miguel…” You lifted his chin to look at you as you softly caressed his cheek. He leans into your hand, looking at you with red eyes. Not his normal ruby red, but red from tears.

“She would have been ten this year.” A tear slipped from his eye, trailing down his cheek, which you gently wiped away. You never have seen him in such a vulnerable state before. It made your heart break seeing him like this.

Would it be ok to tell him now about the pregnancy? To try and lift his spirits? Maybe it was too sudden. It was Gabriella’s birthday, after all.

“The thought of having another child is unbearable. I couldn’t handle the pain again if something happened.”

His words shattered you. He didn’t want to have more kids. You placed a hand on your stomach. It would be pointless to tell him. He didn’t want to be a father again.

His watch suddenly beeped, indicating that there was an anomaly he needed to deal with.

“Maybe you should let someone else do the mission.” You got up from his lap as he continued to sit in the chair.

“No, I’ll do it. He stands from his chair as he opens the portal. Before he leaves, you gently grab his arm.

“I can go with you.” He smiles at you as he brushes some of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m going to do this one myself, Hermosa.”

“Oh, ok. Be safe.” You say before he walks into the portal.

…

You gaze at the surroundings of HQ, seeing various spiders interacting with one another. Ever since Gabriella’s birthday, you’ve barely seen Miguel. He buried himself in work. You tried several times to see him, but he was so distant from you that you decided to stop visiting him.

That was a month ago. Now 3 months pregnant, you have a baby bump, so when you came into HQ today, you decided to wear casual clothes that hid your bump. For what you’re about to do. You didn’t want anyone to know, especially Miguel.

Anxiety blossomed at the bottom of your stomach as you walked to his office. Were you being selfish? Maybe you should wait until he’s better. But time would run out in 6 months, and you didn’t want to face the truth of him rejecting his child. You wouldn’t be able to bear it.

You reach his office, where he talks to Peter B. and Jess about past missions. The three turn when they notice your presence.

“Y/n! It’s been so long! You’ve barely been to HQ this past month!” Said Peter as he went to hug you. You quickly give him a side hug so he wouldn’t find out your little secret. Peter gave you a confused look at your gesture but decided to ignore it.

Your gaze shifts to Miguel as he looks back at you. He’s barely seen you this month. Longer even.

“Jess, Peter. Is it ok if I talk privately with Miguel for a few minutes?” Your serious tone makes the two briefly look at Miguel and back at you before leaving his office.

Miguel walks up to you and places his hands around your waist.

“Is everything alright, cariño?” His gaze turned serious when you didn’t wrap your arms around him like you used to. Bile felt like it was threatening to come out of your throat. Not from the pregnancy. But what you were dreading telling him the past few days.

“I’m quitting Spider Society.” His eyes widened slightly before worry and confusion replaced them.

“What for?”

“Other life commitments need my attention back in my universe.”

“Like what?” He pushed you to tell him.

“Just other things.” You can see hurt in his eyes by your answer.

“You don’t have to quit. You can take a break if you need it.” He suggested.

“No, I’m sure of my decision.”

“Fine. But we’ll talk about it later. I don’t think you should quit. You’re an amazing Spiderwoman. I’ll come over after work with some food.” He wasn’t happy about your answer, but he let it slide.

“Miguel…” His heart dropped when you moved out of his arms.

“I have loved every second we’ve spent together…”

“Y/n?” You held up your hand to stop him from talking to let you finish. Tears began to threaten to spill out.

“But our lives are starting to go in different directions. I think we should stop seeing each other.” Tears spilled down your cheeks as you saw how hurt he looked. You felt terrible.

“Mi amor…” He tries to caress your cheek, but you move your face away, breaking him further.

“It’s for the best, Miguel. I hope you find someone who brings you happiness and love.” You turn away from him. But he grabs you by the arm and pulls you into an embrace. He kisses gently up your neck.

“You brought me that. I’ve never been happier in my life when I’m with you. Please don’t leave me.”

You wanted to melt into his arms and forget everything you said. But you couldn’t let your guard down. Removing his arms from your waist, you walk away from him. You turn to look at him one more time.

“Goodbye, Miguel.”

Tears fall onto your computer as you relive those memories. Even after five years, the look in his eyes broke you. Your heart still aches for him. There were times when you thought of reaching out. But you remembered he never came to your universe to fight for you both. To say he wouldn’t accept you breaking up with him.

You knew you told him it was over. But you still hoped he would run after you. Looking at the time on your computer, you realize you need to pick up Mateo.

You wipe your tears before grabbing your wallet, phone, and keys. As you were about to open the door, you heard a knock. Your spider-sense was going off, which you didn’t know why.

Slowly you open the door. The air from your lungs briefly left you as you dropped everything in your hand.

“Miguel?”

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Hope you enjoyed it.🥰

[caleeeeee]

YOOOO So I just dropped a quick intro to KHC’s backstory and tossed in some extra lore about the Cy-Bees!

(Used a translator for this, so sorry if the phrasing goes full glitch-mode TWT)

Really hope it doesn’t disappoint!XDDD @harukaokami

Warning: This might be a long read! Proceed with caution

As a parallel universe, everything he experienced was identical to KCB's—until his body was consumed by flames.

From having his game console unplugged, living in obscurity for decades, to replacing the original ruler of Sugar Rush and seizing control, only for his lies to be exposed. 

Of course, in this world, the one who devoured him was still a Cy-Bug, not the fluffy Cy-Bees we see now.  In fact, KHC was the first true Cy-Bee in this world—but he wasn’t always. 

Until the moment he was burned alive, he was still KCB, clad in purple exoskeleton.  But now… something seems off. Did he really die?  No one knows, not even himself. When he woke up again, he had already changed drastically—not back to his original form, nor even retaining his Cy-Bug appearance. 

His Cy-Bug exoskeleton had vanished, replaced entirely by yellow fur. His body had even grown larger, and to his shock, even his facial features had shifted slightly. 

What was this supposed to be? Being a Cy-Bug was strange enough, but now he’d turned into something even more absurd—a bee?! 

Clearly, something had gone wrong with his code. Had his already unstable code box fragmented and reassembled itself haphazardly to revive him after death? Or had he never actually died, merely fallen unconscious from the intense shock, only to wake up again after who-knows-how-long? 

If it was the latter, then his code must have malfunctioned due to some massive energy surge, resulting in this bizarre transformation. 

Either way, he was still alive—which meant his code box still existed somewhere in the castle. Eventually, those meddlesome nuisances would notice it. If that happened, he’d better find a hiding spot, buy himself time to plan his next move… and figure out how to achieve his goal—revenge, and ruling the entire arcade. 

--- 

For a while, KHC hid underground. Since this world was entirely made of candy, he had no shortage of food or drink. Aside from occasionally dodging the native residents running around, his days were relatively comfortable. 

But his suspicions were correct—Vanellope soon noticed something amiss. A code box that didn’t belong to any resident was hidden deep among the others, its cracked surface labeled with a name… 

…King Honeycomb?

  She’d never heard that name before, but the word "King" at the beginning unsettled her. In all these decades… only one person in this world had ever called himself King. And that was… 

Combined with the recent disappearances of Sugar Rush citizens, her thoughts naturally turned to him. 

With a mix of panic and dread, she hurried to tell her friends. 

KHC was no longer hiding alone underground. By the time Vanellope and her friends encountered him again, they were nearly ambushed by dozens of Cy-Bees. 

He had built his own colony beneath the earth. At first, he still handled minor tasks himself, but soon, all the work was handed over to the Cy-Workers.

As the king of this hive, his life wasn’t any worse than it had been when he was King Candy. 

In fact, it was downright luxurious. 

Vanellope tried to negotiate a deal with him—one that would allow KHC to continue living there, but with strict conditions: he had to control the size of his hive and the number of Cy-Bees, ensuring Sugar Rush’s daily operations wouldn’t be disrupted.

  KHC did want revenge. Seeing her dare to stand before him again made him itch to devour her on the spot. But now wasn’t the time. He still needed to expand his army significantly before he could make his move to conquer everything.

If this little pest was offering "peaceful coexistence," why not play along? It would buy him time to grow his forces even further… 

Wait… did Vanellope just say he couldn’t have too many Cy-Bees? 

Oops. He didn’t care. 

But Vanellope wasn’t a fool, either. She knew better than to fully trust a chronic liar like him. The whole contract was just a stalling tactic—to keep KHC from launching an all-out invasion too soon, giving her and her friends time to figure out *how he was still alive… and, more importantly, how to stop him for good.

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cy drone

● **Useless but Harmless** – As individuals incapable of work, Cy-Drones rely entirely on Cy-Workers to bring them food. Very few of them have bad tempers; most are harmless, non-confrontational pushovers.

● **Reproduction is Their Only Job** – Just like in real bee colonies, Cy-Drones exist primarily for mating. However, unlike real-life bees (where drones die after mating), Cy-Drones don’t suffer such a cruel fate. Since Cy-Bees live much longer than normal bees (often several years), Cy-Drones don’t spend every waking moment obsessed with reproduction.

● **Excellent Vision, Weak Flight** – Their eyes are significantly larger than female Cy-Bees’, giving them sharp vision—unlike Cy-Workers, who rely on sensitive antennae (Cy-Drones’ antennae are one segment shorter). However, their bulky bodies (about **10 ft tall, 13 ft long**) and thin wings make them much clumsier fliers than Cy-Workers. This physical disadvantage often leads to their defeat in conflicts with workers.

● **Fluffy and Cuddly!** – Their fur is incredibly soft and fluffy—perfect for petting!

● **No Stingers, No Sharp Teeth or Claws!** – Completely non-threatening in terms of weapons.

● **Loyal Like Dogs** – Cy-Drones exhibit extreme devotion to their king (like puppies, lol). Even without strong offensive capabilities, they’ll throw themselves into danger to protect him without hesitation. This level of attachment is unique to them.

● **Bullied by Cy-Workers** – Workers seem to harbor a special resentment toward these "freeloaders," often picking on them even when they’ve done nothing wrong.

● **No Internal Conflicts** – Since they’re all easygoing, good-natured goofballs, Cy-Drones rarely fight among themselves*

*Cy-Worker**

● **Hyperactive Workaholics** – Cy-Workers are always buzzing with manic energy, giving them the stamina to tackle any task, no matter how demanding.

● **Small, Fast, and Antennae-Dependent** – Unlike the bulky Cy-Drones, Cy-Workers are compact and agile. Their poor eyesight means they rely heavily on their sensitive antennae to navigate their surroundings—yet they still perceive far more environmental details than Cy-Drones ever could.

● **Size Stats** – Average height: **7 ft (2 m)** | Average length: **10 ft (3 m)**.

● **Aggressive, Strong-Willed, and Short-Tempered** – Cy-Workers are fiercely independent and quick to anger, but they take their duties *deadly* seriously. No matter how pissed off they are, they’ll **brutally** complete any job—foraging, hive construction, nursing larvae, defense, you name it.

● **…But Outside of Work? Total Menaces.** – When it comes to non-work matters (like relationships with other Cy-Bees—or even KHC), they’re *ridiculously* petty and volatile. Anything that annoys them gets an **extreme** reaction—and since Cy-Drones are lower-ranked and docile, they bear the brunt of this rage.

● **Even KHC Isn’t Safe** – Though to a lesser extent than Cy-Drones, the king himself occasionally ends up on their emotional punching list.

● **Firm Fur, Deadly Weapons** – Their fur is coarser than Cy-Drones’ (though not uncomfortably prickly—just less cuddly). Their **real threats** are their razor-sharp claws and teeth, with a bite force of **~1200 tons**—enough to snap steel rebar. Pair that with their **black venomous fangs**, and they can drop most creatures in seconds.

○ **By Comparison:** Cy-Drones’ teeth are duller, their venom weaker, and their jaws far less powerful. They were never built for combat. (¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

*Cy-Bee Larvae**

Though **Cy-Drones** and **Cy-Workers** grow into wildly different adults, their **infancy** is equally fragile.

● **Appearance & Size** – - Fur: A soft, creamy white with a faint yellow tint. - Height: **~1 foot (30 cm)** | Length: **~1.3 feet (40 cm)**. - Weight: About **two adult cats** combined.

● **Helpless by Design** – - Their eyes can’t process light yet, leaving them **blind**. - Weak, stubby limbs make standing impossible—they can only **wiggle clumsily**, utterly defenseless against threats.

[sosa2imagines]

Misunderstanding. Part 5.

Warnings- Angst, Fluff.

The silence in the abandoned building was punctuated, only by the rhythmic hum of the bomb. You and Matt sat side-by-side, both tense but determined. Your combined weight kept the pressure plate off, the only thing preventing a city-wide catastrophe.

But that didn’t stop Nat from laughing and Matt being kind enough, not to directly laugh at you.

You had burrowed Nat’s phone to send, a whole-hearted voice message to Steve. After you were done, you looked at them, little very proud of your speech. What you didn’t expect was them to laugh.

“Ha ha! Very funny.” you scoff, with a serious look.

“You are really adorable.” Matt says, trying his best not to laugh, but failing miserably. “She is adorable, I mean that voice message though, chef’s kiss.” Nat laughed. “You do realize right; Rogers might not check the message sent through my phone?”

You glare at her, she raises her brow daring you to glare, which you immediately replace with a scowl, though she was right. “If things go in the wrong direction…” you motion with your hands to the current situation, “you can tell him…to check…” you pout.

“What happened to, I trust everyone and we’ll be safe Matt?” Matt reminds you, with that damn adorable smile. “I still trust everyone, but” “She is being dramatic” Nat cuts you, rolling her eyes. “Why don’t you kids, get to know each other, while I look around more.”

“Sounds good to me, not like we can do much here…” Matt says. “Behave you two” she winks at you and heads out.

“So,” you began, your voice a low murmur, “Lawyer by day, vigilante by night, huh?”

Matt chuckled; the sound surprisingly warm. “Just doing my part. You seem to handle yourself pretty well too.” “Just another day at the office,” you replied, the words laced with a hint of a smile. “Though I wouldn't mind a few more gadgets and a flying suit right now.”

You both lapsed into a comfortable silence again. You stole a glance at Matt. He seemed calm, almost serene, despite the ticking bomb beneath him. His face, etched with the faint scars of past battles, was surprisingly handsome. There was a depth in his dark eyes though hidden through his glasses.

You spoke again, breaking the silence, “care to share, what’s the issue, between you and Tony?”

Just then Nat comes back, “My senses told me, we are about to gossip.” Matt chuckled, blushing slightly, as he begins to tell…

Flashback-

Tony Stark, scowled as he watched Matt Murdock walk confidently into Stark Tower. The lawyer, Pepper's choice for handling the legal aftermath of the Iron Man reveal, had become a thorn in Tony's side. It wasn't Matt's legal prowess that bothered him, it was the way Pepper spoke of him.

“He's so calm and collected, Tony,” Pepper had said, a genuine smile on her face. “He handled the press conference beautifully, even with you throwing curveballs.”

Tony had grunted, the jealousy twisting in his gut like a malfunctioning arc reactor. Matt Murdock, with his quiet demeanor and kind eyes, was everything Tony wasn't. He was the grounded lawyer, the responsible one, the complete opposite of Tony's flamboyant billionaire persona.

“Mr. Stark,” Matt greeted, his voice a low rumble. “Pepper said it was urgent.”

Tony gestured to a chair, the tension in the room thick. “Yes, well, there's been a slight... disagreement with a certain Captain America, and I need you to clean up the mess.”

Matt listened patiently as Tony ranted about the disagreement, his words laced with sarcasm and barely concealed bitterness. When Tony finished, Matt simply raised an eyebrow.

“Mr. Stark,” he said, his voice calm, “you're asking me to fix a situation that primarily stems from your own actions. Captain Rogers is not entirely unreasonable.”

Tony scoffed. “He's a relic from a bygone era, clinging to outdated ideals.”

Matt leaned back, his gaze unwavering. “Perhaps, but he's also a man who fought for what he believed in long before you donned a metal suit.”

Tony's jaw clenched. He hated the way Matt spoke, the subtle challenge in his voice. He was a good lawyer, Tony grudgingly admitted, but the man was starting to grate on his nerves.

“Just fix it, Murdock,” Tony snapped, his facade slipping. “That's what I pay you for.”

Matt stood, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I'll do my best, Mr. Stark. But perhaps a little humility wouldn't hurt in the future.”

He left the room, leaving Tony fuming. Humility. The word tasted like ashes in his mouth. He, Tony Stark, the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, needing humility?

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the sterile room. It wasn't just the disagreement with Captain Rogers that bothered him. It was the way Matt, with his quiet confidence, seemed to effortlessly win Pepper's admiration. It was the way he made Tony feel...

He watched Matt leave, the jealousy still lingering, but something else stirring within him. Maybe Matt was right. Maybe a little less arrogance and a little more understanding wouldn't hurt. He glanced at Pepper, who was working on her tablet, of course he is not going to accept that. How dare he impress Pepper!

“Woah” you and Nat said in unison.

“So you were his lawyer...and he has a problem with you...because you gave some advice?” Nat asks, narrowing her eyes. “Yeah, I guess so...I mean, I don't have any other reason, why he would have a problem with me...” Matt replies.

“Wait what problem, did he have with Steve?” you ask in curiosity. “You should ask him…” Matt said, rubbing the back of his neck, giving you a sheepish smile.

Before you could push him further, suddenly, Tony clad in his Iron Man suit, stormed in, his helmet retracted. Relief washed over you.

“Took you long enough,” Natasha remarked, a hint of relief in her voice. “Traffic” he smirks, before looking at you.

“Kid, are you okay?” he asks, as his gaze landed on Matt, he gasped. “Murdock? What are you doing here?” Tony's voice boomed through the helmet.

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Good to see you Stark.”

“He's with me,” you interjected, “helping with the bomb.”

Tony shot you a glare. “He's a lawyer, kid! Lawyers don't defuse bombs!”

“He's not just a lawyer,” you defended. “he is a vigilante.” Tony scoffed. “Right, because Daredevil is known for his expertise in explosive ordinance.”

Yes, Tony knew who he was. He had done his homework on Matt. Another reason why he had a problem with him.

“Well, if either one of them, gets up, none of us can survive…” Natasha chimed in, her voice calm amidst the chaos. “Murdock's and Y/n combined weight has kept it off.”

Tony hesitated. Pepper had always spoken highly of Matt, his legal prowess and unwavering moral compass. It irked Tony, a strange mix of admiration and resentment. He sighed, “Alright, fine. But if he blows us all up, I'm blaming you.”

Matt chuckled again. “Fair enough.”

Matt was kind enough, to put his arm around your shoulder, to make you comfortable. You did blush and as a reward you got a glare from Tony.

“Traitor!” he mutters to himself. “Kid we are setting some serious ground rules for you...” You narrow your eyes, giving him a questionable look, “What did I do? Isn't this a part of the job?”

“Young lady, don't make me ground you!”.

“To ground the ‘young lady’ Nat rolls her eyes, “we need to save her!” she reminds him.

For a few minutes, which felt like hours, Tony kept glaring at Matt who was unaffected by it. After couple of minutes, Tony snapped out of, mentally doing whatever he was doing to Matt, addressing back to the current problem.

“Care to tell me, how you got in this situation?” even before you or Nat could answer, Tony speaks again “I want the truth, nothing but the truth, don't even try to hide a tiny detail.”, he looks at Matt before looking at you again “or else I'll get FRIDAY to get me all the cctv footage, across town!”

If you thought hiding something from Natasha is hard, meet Tony Stark, who has access to everything. With a big gulp, you tell Tony, every single thing.

“This is getting ridiculous, Murdock!” Tony growled. The lawyer's calm demeanor, the way he held himself with an unwavering confidence, it all grated on Tony's nerves.

Tony knelt beside you, his scanners analyzing the bomb. “Looks like a basic pressure-sensitive trigger. We need to disarm it without lifting either of you. These wires are connected in different places.”

“What does that mean?” you ask. “It means we need to cut these wires at the same time, as soon as I figured out the code system.” Tony tells you. “Thankfully, Rogers is here too… he can”

“Steve? He’s here?” you ask in surprise. “Yeah, he tagged along...he” “Where is he?” you cut him off, desperate to see Steve.

“What the hell?” You all turn to the direction of the voice, Steve was standing, looking extremely furious, not at the situation, but you and Matt sitting together.

Part 4 - Part 6

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🐻 Glamrock Freddy x Reader Oneshot New home⚡️

"Are you sure this is the right place?.."

Gregory looked uncertainly at the most ordinary house in which someone clearly lived. When Freddy said that he knew a place where they could stay after they left Pizzaplex, Gregory did not expect that this place would turn out to be someone's house.

"How do you know that we can stay in this house?.. I don't think the owners will be happy with the animatronics and the child...

"Don't worry, superstar, everything will be fine"

Freddy walked confidently to the front door. He himself wasn't entirely sure why he had brought Gregory here. He didn't know where he remembered this place from, but he knew one thing for sure. There was a person in this house who could help them. When he knocked, at first there was some kind of oppressive silence, and then you opened the door. You didn't know who could come to you so early in the morning, but you assumed that something emergency had happened, so you opened the door. But you didn't expect to see an animatronic and a child on your doorstep.

"Hello, sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but we need your help (Y/N)"

Gregory gave Freddy a blank look. He couldn't understand how the animatronic knew you, but after looking at you, he realized that you didn't fully understand it either. Having once again looked at the guests with a glance, you let them into the house. Freddy felt a strange feeling inside, as if there was some kind of malfunction in his system. However, to Gregory's surprise, you listened to what he told you and you did not consider it all nonsense. You felt clearly worried when you heard what happened at Pizzaplex. It revived memories from the seemingly distant past. You let the boy and the animatronic stay in your house, realizing that they have nowhere to go. While you were talking to Freddy, Gregory managed to see some photos on the wall. These photos were of you and a young man Gregory didn't know. But what caught his attention was the pizzeria in the background. The same pizzeria where the children disappeared once.

"Excuse me, is that you in this photo?"

You looked at Gregory in surprise and you approached him. A wistful smile touched your lips.

"Yes, it's me and a very dear person to me, his name is Michael Afton, he was the son of one of the owners of this pizzeria"

Gregory realized that it was this person from the photo who could help find out more about what happened. But your next words made him freeze.

"Unfortunately, he's been missing for quite some time..."

Freddy listened to your conversation and felt this strange system failure again. The name of Michael Afton awakened something in him, something that belonged not to him but to someone else. Someone who has been with him for a long time. He didn't know who it was, but he hoped that you would help him find out whose voice in his head seemed to be calling you, trying to support, calm down and just shout to you.

[honestsilasbirchtree]

June 15, 1952

The waffle house had been nameless for the entire eight years it had been in operation so far. Lizzie Dixon, 22, had been working there for three of those years. She could now begin preparing orders based on the sound of the cars pulling up and the tops of hats and hairdos that she could see through the blinds.

All of her lunchtime regulars were currently in, the dishwasher was out for a "smoke" again, and absolutely nothing was going to surprise her. She thought about dropping a milkshake glass for the hell of it.

"The back of that greasy kid's head looks like it could use some sparkle! Why don't you give it a hurl!"

Lizzie jumped at the sudden loud voice by her ear and dropped the glass, just missing her foot. The shards scattered. "Oh-! Oh no, no..." The dishwasher, finally back behind the counter, turned around at the sound. "Whoa, Lizzie, what happened?"

"Where have you been?" Lizzie snapped. "Don't just-- careful stepping through, oh, come on, get a broom or something, I have to take this gentleman's order--" She turned back to find herself face to face with a pale stranger in a suit and hat.

"Shucks, you missed!" he continued. "Better luck next time, huh?"

Lizzie allowed herself a smirk at that. "I might like that, but I like working here more, I'm afraid."

"Oh, you do?" said the stranger. His voice seemed strangely loud and shrill no matter what volume he was speaking at. "I see, got to comfort yourself somehow after your big audition flopped. Don't worry, that whole rodeo will fold a year from now anyway! BIG shooting malfunction! You're better off out of the, haha, line of fire! Trust me!"

Lizzie's eyes flicked over to the ad taking up most of the far wall at the end of counter--a flirtatious blonde cowgirl, SLUGGER COFFEE, 'Start Your Day Like a Shot!' She really hoped he was talking about cameras. "...I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Silas Birchtree, travelling salesman and so much more!" he doffed his hat. (For a moment, she heard some kind of buzzing.) She could see his eyes better now, wide and avid to a near painful looking degree, just like his smile. "Now, Lizzie, can I just say--"

"Hey!" A redheaded young man wearing a blazer in an unfortunate color took a seat at the bar. "Is this fella bothering you, Liz?"

"She hasn't been interested since you called her "Lizard" the first day of junior high, Chris!" the newcomer shot back. Heads all through the establishment were turning. "Take your comedy act somewhere else! I'd suggest the middle of the road, but if this one horse town ever gets anything resembling actual traffic, I'll eat that horse myself!"

Lizzie wanted to sink into the floor. Chris flushed red and balled up his hands. "Why don't you get bent, you creep! Who d'you think y--"

"Hey, ain't you supposed to be dead?" an old farmer at the other end of the counter called out. "We had a burial and everything, I saw." This set the gathering crowd murmuring.

Birchtree flashed a megawatt grin his way. "Normal human man, right here!" He thumped his chest hard. "Aren't you supposed to be cutting back on the drink, Ray? Then again, the doctor has bills to pay, too! Wanna bet you can help finance his new car?"

Ray's brow furrowed. "Say, how'd you know all that? What new car?"

"An excellent question! My unearthly knowledge comes from above!" Birchtree threw his arms wide, shouting to the whole restaurant. "An all-knowing entity of awesome power has chosen me to be his herald! He's seen your mistakes! He watches your dreams! He foresees the terrible way that you will die, yes, each and every one of you!" Now he was standing on the counter, with a sea of open-mouthed faces around him. "All of these secrets and more I will share with you rubes, if! You! Follow me outside!"

He stepped down from the counter and strode out the door, a throng following him out and down the street to Orchard Lake's central square. Lizzie let herself out from behind the counter to join them, still trailing broken glass underfoot.

"Hey, where are you going?" the dishwasher shouted after her. "Hey! Lizzie! What are you doing? Come back!"