#yeah that's their boy and those are his parents argue with the wall

[balfeys]

#proud son

[postgamevibes]

Sleepy Boyfriend

Couch Cuddles

The evening had been long, but at least it ended with something sweet: a movie night with Luke, tucked in on your couch with a blanket thrown over you both. He’d been absolutely wiped after a tough practice, and as the opening credits rolled on your favorite rom-com, you could feel his exhaustion in the weight of his body next to you.

Luke’s head tilted slightly to the side, and you could hear his soft breathing as you snuggled into the warmth of his chest. The movie started off slow, but the sound of his gentle breaths began to lull you, too, despite your best intentions to stay awake.

A few moments passed, and you glanced over to see Luke’s eyes fluttering. “Luke,” you whispered, nudging him. “Stay awake for the movie.”

But he just muttered a soft, almost unintelligible response, and before you knew it, he was out cold. His head slid down your shoulder, and a gentle snore escaped his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, feeling his body completely relax against you.

With a smirk, you reached for your phone. This was one of those moments you had to document. You took a quick selfie of the two of you Luke, dead asleep, his hair a mess, his lips parted in that cute way he had when he dozed off. You sent the photo to Jack with the caption: “Guess what time it is.”

It only took a few seconds before Jack replied: “Lol, I knew it. He’s like a teddy bear, isn’t he?”

You couldn’t argue with that.

Sighing contentedly, you let him sleep, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be the last time tonight. The movie played on, but you barely paid attention, wrapped up in the warmth of your boyfriend and the comfortable rhythm of his breathing.

***

Locker Room Snooze

The post-game rush had settled, and you found yourself making your way to the locker room to meet Luke. The Devils had pulled off a tight win that night, and you’d been there cheering him on from the stands. Your heart still raced a little from the adrenaline of the game, but you were eager to see him.

When you opened the locker room door, you were greeted with the usual chaos: teammates laughing, shouting, and throwing towels at each other. But among all of them, there was Luke, sitting by his locker with his gear half off and his head propped against the wall.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you approached him. “Luke, you okay?” you asked gently, your voice amused.

He blinked, then gave you a sleepy smile, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Yeah,” he mumbled, but then his head tipped forward, and he was out again.

His body slumped forward slightly, and you caught him before he could fall face-first onto the floor. The boys around him snickered.

“Classic Hughes,” one of the guys said with a grin. “You know, you should get him a pillow for after every game.”

You shot them all a look. “I’ve been telling him that for weeks.”

One of the guys, who had a mischievous glint in his eye, took a towel and draped it over Luke like a blanket. “There, perfect. He’s good now.”

“Thanks,” you said dryly, sitting down beside Luke as you brushed his messy hair back. “I don’t know how you do this every game. You’d think after being a pro, you’d at least stay awake long enough to shower.”

But he didn’t stir. Instead, he let out a tiny snore, and you chuckled. His hand instinctively reached for yours, giving it a light squeeze even in his sleep.

“I’ll let you get away with it this time,” you whispered. “But don’t make a habit of it.”

***

Family Dinner Snooze

You’d been dreading this moment all week. Dinner with your family was always a bit chaotic, but tonight, with Luke tagging along, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. Your parents were excited to meet him of course, they were but you knew that they’d also be keeping an eye on him, checking for how well he meshed with your family dynamic.

Luke, ever the trooper, agreed to join you without complaint. Yet, by the time the main course was being served, he was already starting to show signs of fading.

At first, you didn’t notice. Your aunt was telling an exaggerated story about her gardening mishap, and you were laughing along with the rest of your family when you glanced over at Luke. To your surprise, he was sitting up straight but barely awake, his eyes blinking in slow motion, then closing entirely.

“Luke?” you whispered, nudging him under the table. “Hey, you good?”

His eyes fluttered open briefly. “I’m good…” he mumbled, but before you could stop him, his head tipped to the side and came to rest on your shoulder.

The table fell silent for a moment, all eyes on Luke. Your little cousin giggled and poked Luke’s arm. “He’s sleeping!”

Your mom, ever the understanding one, gave you a knowing smile. “I see why you like him,” she teased, then returned to her conversation as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Well, I guess that answers the question of whether he fits in with the family,” you muttered under your breath.

Luke didn’t even stir, and your aunt, ever the sweet one, placed a napkin over his lap like a blanket. “Aw, poor guy,” she cooed, “he’s just tired from the game, let him rest.”

By the time dessert was served, Luke was practically curled up next to you, the picture of serenity. You just shook your head, smiling.

***

Bedtime Rest

Later that night, after your family had all said their goodbyes and you were finally back in your apartment, you sat together in your room. Luke had somehow stayed awake through most of the car ride home, but now that you were both in bed, he was starting to fade again.

He tossed and turned for a few moments, his body slowly relaxing against you. You laughed softly as his head came to rest on your pillow, and he mumbled in his sleep.

“Don’t let me fall asleep on you,” he whispered hoarsely.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead gently. “No promises, Sleepy.”

He hummed contentedly in response, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion of the day. You lay there beside him, listening to his steady breathing, your heart full.

It was just another night with your sleepy boyfriend, and honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫

Parings → Dad! Peter Parker x Mom! Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter begs for a daughter, you can't say no to those puppy eyes.

A/N: Alternative Version 𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

(gif not mine)

The house was finally quiet, the rare kind of quiet that only happened after the kids were asleep. You and Peter sat on the couch, tangled up in each other, savoring the few moments of peace. It had been a long day of chasing your two-year-old son, Tony, and helping your five-year-old, Ben, navigate his superhero obsessions—both boys exhausting in their own unique ways.

Peter’s arm was draped around your shoulders, his thumb lazily tracing circles on your arm as you leaned into him. “You tired?” He asked, though the smirk on his face suggested he already knew the answer.

You scoffed softly. “Of course I’m tired. I spend all day keeping your little Spiderlings in check.”

Peter chuckled. “Our Spiderlings,” he corrected, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “And they’re perfect. Just like their mom.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, enjoying the comfort of his presence. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Parker.”

He hummed in response, pulling you closer, and for a few blissful moments, the two of you just existed in the quiet together.

But Peter’s mind was always going, always thinking. And lately, he’d been dropping subtle—and not-so-subtle—hints. Tonight, though, he wasn’t going to be subtle at all.

“Y/n,” he started, his voice playful but with a familiar tone that made you look up at him warily. “What do you think about... maybe... having another baby?”

You groaned, turning your face into his chest to avoid meeting his eager gaze. “Peter, we already have two! Tony still wakes up in the middle of the night, and Ben keeps trying to climb the walls—literally.”

He chuckled again but wasn’t deterred. “I know, I know. But... just think about it for a second. A little girl. Our little girl.”

You lifted your head, giving him a raised brow. “A girl?”

“Yeah,” Peter said, his eyes shining with excitement now. “A mini-you. I’ve always wanted a daughter.”

You stared at him, the hopeful, puppy-dog look on his face making your heart soften, even though you weren’t entirely convinced. “You’ve always wanted a daughter?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Come on, babe , think about it! She’d be perfect. I’d get to teach her how to swing, she’d have the best big brothers, and she’d be the toughest little girl around.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a more tender tone. “She’d be just like you.”

You felt your resolve start to crumble at his words, but you weren’t ready to give in just yet. “Peter, having another baby isn’t like getting a puppy. We already have our hands full with Ben and Tony.”

“I know,” Peter said softly, his hand gently cupping your cheek now, tilting your face up toward his. “But I also know we’d be amazing parents to another one. And I can already see it, babe. A little girl, with your eyes and your smile...”

Your heart melted a little more at the thought. Peter had always been incredible with Ben and Tony—attentive, loving, and so patient, even on the hardest days. The idea of seeing him with a daughter was enough to make you reconsider, but you still had your hesitations.

“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” You asked, watching his expression closely.

He nodded again, this time a bit more earnestly. “Yeah, I really am. I want this, babe. I mean, look at us—we’ve already made two amazing little boys. A little girl would complete our family.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. It was hard to argue when Peter was this earnest, this loving. You knew he wasn’t wrong. Ben and Tony were incredible, and even though the thought of adding a third child to the mix seemed daunting, there was a small part of you that couldn’t deny how sweet the idea was.

Peter saw the softening in your eyes and pressed his advantage. “I can already picture her, baby,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “A little girl with her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

You laughed softly, unable to resist his charm. “She’d have you doing all her chores, wouldn’t she?”

He grinned, nodding. “Absolutely. She’d be spoiled rotten by her big brothers, too. Ben would make sure she had the coolest toys, and Tony—well, he’d be her little bodyguard.”

You smiled, thinking about the dynamic between your kids if there was a baby girl in the house. Ben was already protective over Tony, and Tony, despite his age, idolized his big brother. Adding a sister into the mix might just be the sweetest thing ever.

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you?” You asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at Peter.

He shook his head, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “Not a chance.”

You let out a long breath, feeling the weight of his desire, and finally, you couldn’t resist any longer. “Okay,” you said softly, watching as Peter’s eyes widened in excitement. “We can try for a girl.”

Peter’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?”

You nodded, laughing as his enthusiasm bubbled over. “Yes, really. But no promises! We might end up with another boy, you know.”

Peter pulled you into his arms, peppering your face with kisses. “I don’t care if we end up with five boys. I just know I want more kids with you.”

You giggled, pushing him away lightly but unable to stop smiling. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One more. That’s it. I'm done after that.”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement and love. “Deal.”

Later that night, as you lay curled up beside him in bed, Peter’s arm wrapped protectively around you, you felt a strange mix of excitement and nerves. The thought of expanding your family again was overwhelming, but with Peter by your side, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

As you drifted off to sleep, Peter pressed a kiss to your shoulder, whispering softly into the quiet of the night.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[yoru-no-seiiki]

https://www.tumblr.com/yoru-no-seiiki/751614308271718400/hii-so-like-ive-been-starving-for-yandere-eren

def something w/ canon eren! but other than that you can could go as wild as u want! :p

god where do i start?? i’ll mostly write for early seasons eren since i refuse to watch the whole thing until i’m done with season one on my quotev book as a motivator but i’ll add some tidbits that i got from other fanfics. go check it (my book) out btw!! it’s called Walk With Me!! (currently on the next chapter which is around 10k words atm huhu)

as always he’s aged up to 18 during enlistment and massive spoilers for those that don’t know the lore/story yet.

MDNI. DDDNE!!

yandere! eren is a force of absolute willpower. he is obsessive, he is protective, and very much goddamn possessive. he needs you, he needs you to need him too if not moreso. he grew up in a very traditional household and expected to be the provider in the family. the least you could do is have him in your thoughts at all times.

if you want max yandere! potential with him, it’s best to have known him even before armin. be close family friends. maybe your parents worked with his dad since marley and were similarly banished (but not turned into mindless titans).

as children he’d always been protective of you. he’d always stick to you like glue. and because of future him’s influence over grisha and essentially your parents, you were arranged to even sleep in the same bed.

but this sort of backfired in the long run cause you saw him as this annoying brother figure that just wouldn’t stop bothering you.

and one day you just blurt out, tired of the suffocation you felt with your friend, with your parents that vehemently kept pushing you two together, of everything in your life that you couldn’t control.

“i wonder what it’s like beyond the walls.”

i feel like armin would still be the true trigger of eren’s obsession with the outside and freedom (after all, he doesn’t give a shit about yours so why and how would you influence him in that area?), but you probably pushed him in terms of the survey corps.

you were dumb at the time. i mean as a kid, who isn’t? so you announced to literally everyone you knew that you planned to join the military and eventually explore the outside world.

you didn’t really understand the concept of death and all but whatever that was, you still thought it would be better than eren’s basically isolating you from anything that moves.

you dont truly understand death until eren kills those intruders in mikasa’s house right in front of you.

you were supposed to help him, but only stood there frozen in fear.

thankfully mikasa awakened just in time, with eren shouting at her to save you.

speaking of mikasa, her true allegiance/ackerman blood thingy is still with eren in this fic but i headcannon that since his first command was to for her to fight for you she also has the same knee jerk reaction for whenever she perceives you’re being harmed.

in anycase, that day ™️ happens and you all start training.

it had already been obvious since you were teens but eren started looking at you from a different angle. the sexual kind.

your lack of contact with other people due to his influence had made you a bit of a pushover, as such he’d often coerce you into sex or other related acts.

i mean, you had to pity him! he never had the opportunity to explore and act on his urges. mans stayed a virgin til he enlisted and he’s pent up. you try to argue that it’s cause he was so hung up on revenge that he’s bitchless but that only leads to him questioning you if you’ve been seeing other people behind his back.

i mean you two were basically together, why would he see other people? don’t tell him that you’ve been … cheating on him? how could you!

so yeah he does the same thing to mikasa (the manipulation not the sex lol) and forces her to guard the two of you during your ‘trysts’ (which is just him, the inexperienced boy rutting into you and getting off while you stood/laid there uncomfortable silence)in addition to basically shutting down whatever feelings she might have brewing for him (poor mikasa dude)

but surprisingly eren is the most lax to you during this time period. despite the literal r*pe, he basically allowed you to roam around and do whatever for a change. frankly, it was mostly cause he had to catch up in terms of training, but also cause his FREEDOM ideal is the strongest during this phase.

anddd depending on your behavior you might get pimped out. only to those that he can trust though. god even jean got a taste of you because he lost a bet. he promptly beats up the man afterwards though.

if you’re more focused on training and acquiesce to his demands (hormones) however you’ll be enjoying the only three years of your life where eren’s presence wasn’t looming like dread of your death by a titan’s hands.

now i can’t vouch for how accurate i can portray later seasons eren but basically he’s the worst in yan levels at that point.

once he can fully utilize his powers there is literally no escape for you, not even his death, unless you have some sort of power that hides your ass. he’d already prepared for everything from your captivity to how your life will be like after his inevitable demise.

like i said before, he’d be the type to give you an illusion of freedom. he hates the idea of being caged and vice versa. so specifically speaking after his death and the end of the series, you’ll go from being stuck in a remote area to being free but with hundreds of armed guards watching your every move. hell maybe even the whole “town/village/city” you live in will all just be paid actors he had staged. he will never let you move on from him. whether you like it or not, you’re his in life, in death, as he is dying, and beyond that.

[tinynerdz360]

Above and Beyond Ch. 17

Title: The truth comes out.

Watney's face as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed intently on Danny.

"Look, kid," Mark said, his voice gentle but firm, "I get why you're scared. But keeping this secret...it's not protecting you like you think it is. NASA can help better if they know the truth."

Danny's fingers tightened around the edge of his cot, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to argue, to defend the walls he'd built around his secret identity, but Mark's words hit too close to home.

Mark continued, "Think about it. If NASA and your parents knew the truth, they could actually help you. No more running from the GIW. No more dodging your parents' ghost-hunting tech."

Danny's stomach churned at the thought. He could almost hear his mother's voice, see the look of horror on her face if she knew what he really was. Half-ghost. An abomination in her eyes.

"But what if they reject me?" Danny whispered, his voice barely audible. "What if they think I'm... a freak?"

Mark's expression softened. "Danny, they're your parents. They love you. And NASA? They’ve been dreaming of a day to meet someone like you.”

Danny imagined a world where he didn't have to hide, where he could use his powers openly to help people. But then the image of cold lab tables and government experiments flashed through his mind, making him shudder.

"I don't know, Mark," Danny said, running a hand through his messy black hair.

Mark nodded, "I get it, but if more people knew, they could step in and stop those who are trying to hurt you.”

Danny stood up, pacing the small confines of the Hab. He thought of Sam and Tucker, how they'd accepted him without hesitation. Could his parents do the same?

"Maybe you're right," Danny admitted.

Mark held up the Fenton phone, getting ready for their call with NASA.

"I'm doing this," Danny said, more to himself than to Mark. "No more secrets. No more running."

Mark placed a reassuring hand on Danny's shoulder. "You've got this, kid. Remember, I'm right here with you."

Danny took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Okay. Let's do it."

With trembling fingers, he hit the NASA contact and sent the signal through to Earth.   

"What if they reject me?" he whispered, his voice cracking.

Mark squeezed his shoulder. "Then they don't deserve you. And I got your back."

Before Danny could respond with anything else, the connection went through.

“Ground control, how’s are our Martians doing?”

“Everying things good up here, especially since I was able to talk to my crew,” Mark replied, with some bite to his words.

Teddy sighed on the other end. “Please understand it was to protect against high hopes…..but I’m glad you where able to connect to the Ares 3. It’s good to know the Fenton phones can reach them. I wasn’t sure if they could actually connect anywhere.”

“Yeah, I’m keeping this phone, it’s mine now.” Mark replied. Mark probably wouldn’t be allowed to keep the phone, but he could try. Maybe Danny could hook him up later.

“I actually have something to say.” Danny spoke up. He felt like he could faint. This was it.

Danny's heart raced as he continued, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm... I'm not just Danny Phantom. I'm also Danny Fenton."

"Two years ago, I had an accident in our ghost portal. It infused me with ghost DNA, giving me ghost powers. I became half-ghost, half-human. The Guys in White captured me and a nature ghost portal opened, and that’s how I ended up on Mars.”

"I know it sounds crazy," Danny said, he continued, speaking more to his parents, than to NASA or the world, he hated he couldn’t see their reaction. “I've been hiding it because I was scared. Scared of what you'd think, scared of being hunted."

Maddie Fenton was the first to speak, her voice tight with emotion. "That’s... that's impossible. You can't be... you’re not Danny, you’re not my boy!”

Jack’s voice came in next. “Ghosts are evil, manipulative creatures. That’s what you’re doing, just trying to trick us!”

Danny felt a pang in his chest at their words. He'd expected disbelief, but it still hurt. "I’m telling the truth!”

Suddenly, Sam's voice cut through the tension. "It's true, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton. We've known for a while. Danny's been using his powers to protect Amity Park."

Tucker chimed in. "Yeah, he's a hero! He's saved the town more times than we can count."

Jazz's voice was heard next. "Mom, Dad, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I've seen Danny transform with my own eyes. He's still our Danny, just with some... extras."

Danny waited on the other line with bated breath. There was a long pause.

"But... but how?" Maddie whispered, her voice barely audible. "Our own son... a ghost? All this time?"

Jack’s voice was colored with horror. “But I’ve shot at you…..captured you…..hurt you…..”   

Teddy Sanders cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "We've suspected something unusual about Danny, and suspected Phantom was the same as Danny Fenton. I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell us the truth, son." Teddy avoided mentioning that they just recently figured that out.

Danny blinked, surprise, momentarily overriding his anxiety. "You... you knew?"

Vincent Kapoor’s voice came through the phone. "Not exactly, but we had our suspicions."

“Danny I’m so sorry!” Maddie spoke. Danny could tell she was on the verge of crying.

“I should have told you sooner!” Danny said, trying to offer comfort to his parents, even after everything.

*****

Once the call ended, Teddy turned to Vincent. "We need to get ahead of this. The kid's going to need some serious PR support."

Vincent nodded, then gestured towards the Fentons. "First things first. We need to have a word with the parents."

They approached Jack and Maddie, who still looked shell-shocked. Vincent's voice was gentle but firm. "Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, I know this is a lot to process, but we need to discuss something crucial. The hunting... it can't continue.."

Jack's usual jovial demeanor crumbled, replaced by a look of pure anguish. "I... I can't believe it. We're supposed to protect him, and instead..."

Vincent seized the moment, his voice lowering. "There's more. The GIW... they've hurt Danny before. And they'll likely try again."

Maddie’s eyes hardened. "They won't touch him again. We'll make sure of it."

Jack nodded vigorously, his large hands clenching into fists. "Nobody hurts our boy. Ghost, human, or anything in between."

******

In a dimly lit conference room, Agent K slammed his fist on the table, his pristine white suit a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding him. "Gentlemen, the situation has escalated. The Phantom boy has gone public, and we're losing control of the narrative, and it’s worse than ever." He spat the next words. “A Hybrid.” He shook his head in disgust. “It’s an abomination to nature.”

Agent O leaned forward, his sunglasses reflecting the flickering screens displaying social media feeds. "The public's reaction is mixed. Some are calling for acceptance, others for extermination. We need to act fast."

"Agreed," K growled. "If the government won't see reason, we'll have to take matters into our own hands. The Ghost Zone must be destroyed, at any cost, we can’t allow them to keep infecting the people of earth. We’ll have to destroy Amity as well, it’s infected, the people are contaminated……beyond saving."

Meanwhile, in his opulent mansion, Vlad Masters paced furiously, his expensive shoes wearing a path in the plush carpet. His eyes, glowing an unnatural red, were fixed on the television screen where Danny's face was plastered across every news channel.

"Butter biscuits!" he snarled, hurling a crystal glass against the wall. It shattered, much like his carefully laid plans. "That foolish boy! Does he have any idea what he's done?"

Vlad's mind raced, calculating the ramifications of Danny's revelation. His leverage, his carefully crafted blackmail, all gone in an instant. He could feel his control slipping away, and it filled him with a rage that threatened to consume him.

"No," he muttered, forcing himself to take deep breaths. "I won't let this be the end. I've come too far, sacrificed too much."

Vlad's eyes narrowed as he settled into his high-backed leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "I must act swiftly," he mused aloud, his voice a low, menacing purr. "If Daniel lets slip about my... condition, everything I've built will crumble."

He swiveled to face his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Perhaps it's time to remind young Daniel of the consequences of crossing Vlad Plasmius."

Vlad scrolled through his own files and blueprints of ghost tech. “Perhaps it’s time to silence him forever……finish what the portal started. I can always get a new heir, with my dear Madeline.”

[randomfoxehs-belly]

So yeah thinking of like, riding away from home town heading to the castle capital to rap with the king. Riding by a little hamlet where a couple are arguing, husband trying to be like I gotta go deal with this and the wife being like no if you go then I'll be all alone. Riding up and they break the argument up and offer the traveler a place to sleep for the night because he won't make it to the castle before sunset when they'll close the gates so might as well stop for the night.

Inquiring about their argument and they shamefully explain that their son has been stolen away by some local monsters in a cave nearby. The husband was wanting to go get him back because it's been two days but he'd definitely just get kidnapped by the monsters too.

So hero is like I'll go deal with that for you =3 just stable hopper here while I'm moseying. And they're like uhh no you probably shouldn't, it's about to get dark and that's when the monsters come out, but he's already strolling off.

Going to the cave and there's thirsty femboy slimes being all slutty and teasy and rowdy, creeping on him. And he just baps em down with his sword and shield and they're all like " Dx " until he gives em a final wack to leave em all 😵‍💫

Heading into the cave there's about five of the slimes and a leader, who points him towards a corner of the cave they turned into a makeshift jail cell. When he goes in he finds the captured son getting the succ from a slime and when he goes in to deal with it they're like "wait no it's not what it looks like! Okay it is but still wait" and the slime has the "I'm not a bad slime" moment.

Turns out the son would wander out and get some succ from the local cave slimes and decided to accept an invite to stay over the night for some balls to the wall slam assing.

But when he said it was time to go they wouldn't let him leave, and he refused to give 'em that D so they tossed him in the locker. And when the nice Slime said hey guys maybe this has gone too far we should just let him go, he got tossed in too.

So after getting the lowdown it's time to head home but the boy is like I'm a bit woozy cuz we haven't really had anything to do for the last day but get sucked dry so might need a bit to remember how to walk haha. So hero is just like, hey I recently learned that I have a built in solution to this =9 and eats the boy up. And the slime is like " =oooo .... Me too?" And so he slurps him down as well. Rubs his belly and belches as he heads back to the homestead.

The slime and boy fucking all the way back home

Once he gets back the parents are like hey glad you came to your senses dinner is ready but uhhhh looks like you already ate? Then he just opens wide and lets the son poke his face out, and pulls him out to settle back on his feet and reunite the happy family. The slime pokes his face out too but is like mind if I stay the night? Your belly is much cozier than that cave. So he just gulps him down and heads inside for dinner.

The father gets a little serious and talks about how they get travelers and traders stopping by all the time since they're on the main road to the capital. So he's heard stories about predators. How they'll lie and manipulate people to break apart communities, all for the sake of picking off people's loved ones to swallow them away never to see the light of day ever again >=|

But obviously those must have just been scary stories to frighten children into behaving, because clearly you're a pred and you just brought our family back together ^^

Then settling in for bed the son asks if he can spend the night in his belly, and he's just like ;3 'wanna slime fuck all night~?'

Digesting them as they screw through the night, waking up with boy and slime all neatly tucked away into pudge.

In the morning the cave slimes are tossing rocks and hassling the homestead being like >=o like sore losers.

So the hero goes out and baps them all into submission. And then thinks hmm >.> If I leave they're just gonna keep causing problems....

So he starts slurping all the slimes down to fill up his belly for breakfast =3 Letting them get churned into pudge on the road

Letting out the son and wishing the family thanks for the hearth and home and sets back off~

[skyriderwednesday]

Generally my headcanon is that when it approached the time when Holmes was to start school, the masters went 'is he anything like his brother?' and in response to his parents going 'uh... yeah, kinda', they said 'absolutely not, we won't take him' because despite him being academically brilliant, teaching Mycroft was horrific since he would correct and argue with his teachers near constantly and he viciously refused to participate in anything more vigorous than chess, faking everything from a sprained ankle to asthma to a heart condition to get out of sports.

So Sherlock was the first Holmes in generations not to go to that school, having to attend a completely different one at short notice, which was, in a word, hell for him. When he arrived, he was the smallest boy in the class - which would already have set him up for bullying - but within the first term he shot up in height, raising his trousers up around his knees and his jackets around his elbows. His extreme, obvious intelligence and complete lack of social skills only made things worse.

Speaking four languages (English, French, German, and Italian) from day one, taking to Latin like a duck to water, and playing violin well for an older boy - never mind for a ten year old - endeared him to half his teachers (those who were supposed to teach him history, geography and literature however despaired at his lack of interest in their subjects), and his excitement at the sciences gained him the support of three more, but it did nothing to make him friends. Even when he got into fencing, and a few years later boxing, he was still the weird, tall and gangly, too intelligent by half, social outcast, who stared through everyone and got picked dead last for sports because he wasn't any good at anything that involved a ball (except tennis - he was far too good at tennis and that didn't make them like him either).

Along with the domestic tyranny perpetrated by his father, and the torment he suffered from the neighbour boys in the summers, the vibrant, talkative young Sherlock, who had run around the garden chasing butterflies, catching beetles and bumblebees in his hands, and falling out of trees trying to look at bird nests, gradually withdrew into himself. It was a quiet and depressed young man who finished school and left for university, and it was only after dropping out, running off to London and palling up with a group of young actors that his defensive walls started to come down.

[cladestruction]

PART II of my super long aotd thoughts (and prayers) commentary/analysis extravanganza🤪

warning: spoilers. repetition of words/expressions hehe. badly written (english is not my first language lol). looong text. curse words. biased opinions because this is my blog and i get to do with it as i please.

previously: part I

Murderface slowly begins to be taken over: oooh boooy. now this arc, oof. i really like this arc. Murderface is a dick. a lot of times during the show i found myself losing my temper at him. but he adds a lot of fun to the band dynamic and it’s very sweet whenever we get to see more of him outside his shitty ego-driven behavior. a lot of my favorite episodes are those where we get glimpses of how much pain Murderface hides under his shitty personality. and this movie went ballistic on developing his character! big big fan. it was genuinely terrifying (for me at least lol) to see him deal with horrible visions by himself. he is scared but also doesn’t do much to fight it? and we never see him seek help, which adds salt to the wound. he is like that after all: he holds very little regard for his own safety and when things are serious he doesn’t trust anyone to help him. he puts on long sleeves and keeps going. Salacia was actually smart to get him and exploit his fears and weaknesses, but that’s exactly why i hate him with my whole being.

Establishing band roles and brewing conflict: Knubbler carried this entire section of the movie, case CLOSED. he is funny, sassy, he knows how to deal with the boys and the man knows about music. he is the best man for the job and i love him for that. also he planted the seed of the family trope and that’s gospel. moving on, i really like how the writing challenge was presented: the central subject being to deliver a message and reach out to those important to you. moving on, yeah yeah nickels band parents, nothing new. sister Toki is my favorite thing ever and Skwisgaar IS the older brother, argue with the wall. but MURDERFACE!!! the way he talks about his role on he band was heartbreaking. my man has no self-esteem and that’s tragic. it’s also a great parallel between him and Nathan, who also doesn’t seem to know his own place in the band (and in the world). they both need to work on themselves and THAT’S the movie, actually. Skwisgaar and previously Pickles are very focused and Toki keeps his colorful thinking and joyful manners and that really healed something in me. finally, the slow zoom on Murderface as he listens to the band talk shit about him made a hole in my heart. the following scene of him in his bedroom was genuinely chilling and it establishes how he was going to sabotage the song of salvation. great work.

Nathan vs the internet: ANOTHER AMAZING SCENE. dethklok vs tabloids/bad press is 1. a very fitting commentary of what fame and stars have to deal with and 2. something we know does get to them because it was established on the show before (Dethvanity). the fact that it comes back to haunt Nathan now at his lowest is just genius. it continues building up tension and it’s exquisite. the headline “Explosion in Flop Era” was not in my bingo cards but ugh it’s GREAT, and the “Brave Woman Refuses Proposal” was amazing to see, because it’s true! Abigail was very brave for standing her ground and we should say it. also, i liked it even more because women tend to be treated horribly in the media and considering Abigail is a character that even fans of the show cursed and trashed irl, i like that this movie went against that. i absolutely adore how Nathan called his parents for advice/support (and we get to see baby Nathan yipee! and they have a cat??? cute), his relationship with his parents is very important and i like that it was acknowledged even in such a short scene.

TRAINING MONTAGE YIPEE!!!: the Knubbler rage fit was so great. i laughed so much. he is such a drama queen and yeah go off babe!!! then the scene establishing the guitar tuner??? genius. it also hints that Toki lost practice and some of his abilities after dsr and that’s just great storywise, i love when events have consequences lol. the scene of Murderface discovering the army was sooo cool, and Skwisgaar following??? tbh i’m a sucker for every Skwisgaar moment in this franchise, he is amazing and he IS the moment. and the way he speaks to Murderface the morning after??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? sexiest man alive PERIOD. moving on, Pickles cheering Nathan as he climbs to the tree was so cute! it carries on with his desperation on being Nathan’s boy best friend™, and how concerned he looks when Nathan doesn’t make it to the top is perfect because it means that he thinks he is failing himself at being a good friend. moving on, Nathan struggling to write was so cool! the lines “i don’t know what salvation is” “hope isn’t a metal concept” “people don’t come to me for salvation” and “i sing about death” were so raw in my opinion, and so true! Nathan is a lyrical genius and in universe people live AND die for his gutsy, bloody, brutal lyrics. but he could also feel caged because of that same reason. if he wishes for something more, something not brutal like a family and being happy, he must feel like he isn’t allowed those things. they’re not for him. they’re not what he does. and he even shows doubt about what he is good at, as he is now lacking confidence due to Murderface’s previous doings. and when Knubbler asks if that’s what he feels is the song of salvation he just… gives up. he doesn’t think the song is going to save anyone, but he is too scared and sad to try anything else. it’s also painful how after Murderface says “i think this plan sucks” Nathan goes and scratches out the “band” from his list. yeah, he doesn’t communicate with them. he gives up and closes off.

if the world is ending, do drugs!: ok first of all, great sequence. seeing Nathan in different stages of his life was so so BEAUTIFUL. from birth to death, repeating over and over. NOW, THE WHALE. REAL QUEEN. so powerful so calm so cool so wise. i really like seeing Nathan communicate with her (if i’m getting wrong the pronouns please correct me hehe). he looks so sincere and honest, even when he’s telling her how scared he is. it’s refreshing to see him being vulnerable. and the words of the whale are deep, both reassuring and challenging. i really like how she says that basically Nathan writing the “wrong” song is what’s meant to happen, because the real challenge is what he will do afterwards. it’s self-explanatory tho, so i won’t say much. but yeah, i really like all this scene. especially because i share that headcannon of Nathan having visions of the ocean/the whale for all his life. it makes this encounter face to face much more significant.

world’s worst salvation concert: i am a sucker for the parallels between the scenes of the equipment getting ready and Knubbler religiously preparing for the song. FACEBONES IS BACK! GOOD SHIT! when Nathan, SECONDS before starting the song asks himself if this is wrong or not was AMAZING!!! i loved the vertigo of him being already there: no way out, no turn back, no second chances, no time to think. it’s even better when you remember just how distant he is from the rest of the band. nobody else knows how unsure he is (except for Murderface, for obvious reasons) and so he is standing there, in the middle of the stage, fearing that he won’t be able to save anyone. seeing him look fucking terrified as his cue to sing approaches is ugh, cinema. the sequence of people dying was very funny actually, because it felt so much like the early seasons of the show. horrible, absurd and extreme deaths is basically the first thing we see of dethklok back in season 1 so it’s nostalgic. very good sequence. now, when the song cuts off and we see Knubbler concerned i promise you i was holding my heart in my throat. the helicopters in the distance, flying on the bloody red sky is such an amazing visual i can’t stop thinking about it! the concern on Knubbler’s face when he says “how did they find us” is chilling because, if you think about it, Knubbler is actually kind of a normal person, and that’s saying a lot because everyone on this show is on some weird shit. yeah he jokes around and it’s playful and seems relaxed but he is actually very sensible. he is one of the few people working with dethklok who does his job well, takes it seriously and is not afraid to tell the boys when they’re being idiots. the man has recorded albums with dethklok AND survived! and we know just how messy the boys are, professionally speaking. so seeing him be visibly concerned and scared in this scene got me panicking. and when he screams to the boys to run UGH. i choked up. again, he’s worked with them a long time and has gotten to care for them, even when he runs out of patience. and the fact that he’s now also involved in this huge save-the-world plan it’s jarring! imagine if the 5 irresponsible menchildren you’ve been working with, who you’ve cared for and called out and had fun with so many times are suddenly the chosen ones and you have to save their asses once again, this time with the entire world at stake. that’s INSANE.

Chaos™: Toki’s immediate concern over Skwisgaar is just wow. my fucking heart :(((. the look of terror on everyone’s face is amazing and, dare i say, fear is one of the biggest character developments the band goes through together. they’ve seen sooo much fucked up shit in ther lives, individually AND as a group, countless deaths, bloody and gutsy and brutal, but they almost never showed horror before. THIS is what terrifies them. the idea that not only they’re about to die (i have a theory that the boys don’t really fear death, outside of Toki and Skwisgaar maybe), but also the idea that they ultimately failed and everything is just: going to end. they didn’t even finish the song, they weren’t able to reconnect with their fans, they weren’t able to say goodbye to anyone, and nobody’s coming to save them. i actually like the drama of this scene, it adds a lot of weight to the middle of the movie, but i also absolutely HATE IT because fuuuck. the klokateers!!! i should be desensitized by now because we’ve seen klokateers be killed horribly during the entirety of the show but ugh i guess it never stops hurting. they are people, with lives and hearts. yeah they voluntarily and knowingly become gears to protect and sacrifice their lives for dethklok, but it still hurts to see them die. i get it from a storytelling point, because this makes dethklok more desperate and the viewers fear Salacia and the tribunal a little more, but yeah, i don’t enjoy it :(. also, Murderface running away as he screams “please, get out of my head” broke my heart. we see on the show Crozier going through his own personal hell when Salacia mind-controls him, but Murderface sounds in so much pain when he screams. he sounds so helpless, and knowing Salacia must be having a blast in his mind exploiting every single one of his fears, it’s jarring. idk, Murderface is a dick and has done very stupid things but as i watched this movie i found myself wanting to protect him so many times. maybe he is my baby now, who knows.

i’ll end this part here because one of the most painful portions of the movie is coming and i have so much to say it’s not going to fit here. but behold.

[narrators-journal]

Truth or dare

More Ao3 asks~ This one I tried to shake off the rust and give it a good set up, so I hope it's good. The asker deserved a longer ask to make up for being lowkey forgotten for so long lol. I don't particularly write about robots too much, so if I'm off on anything, that's why, but I hope it's still enjoyable!

CW: thigh fucking, robot girls, monsterfucking reader, male reader

Being an odd teen, parties had never been your scene. Ever since a middle school bully outed your suspected taste for androids, werewolves, and succubi, you’d tried your best to avoid anything social with your classmates. Friends in the classroom were fine, but after school, you preferred to keep to yourself. Yet, it seemed to be a highschool rite of passage to attend at least one party, lest you be deemed a prude, so you eventually scraped up the courage to play wallflower to Natsuki’s latest house party.

Though, the get together wasn’t the worst experience. Plenty of kids had taken your route to attending, leaning against the wall while the music throbbed through the home and beer was passed out by the bucketfuls. No one having the sober awareness nor the lung power to call you out for any odd crushes from your past either, so you were pretty free to exist on your own for a good while undisturbed. Only expected to nurse your plastic cup of alcoholic soda and maybe bounce a bit to the loud music.

At least, until the host, a tanned, light-haired girl graced with parents away for the weekend, turned down the music to crow, “Alright! Time to play truth or dare!” much to the glee of her many guests. Starting up a chaotic shuffle for the people to gather to either watch from the sidelines, or partake in what was certain to be a wild, drunken mess of one-up-ing and gossip. A tizzy you were pretty set to avoid. Setting your cup on a decorative side table and slinking along the edge of the gathering crowd to the front door. Only for the plot to be foiled by a familiar voice that froze you to the entry hall’s throw rug. “Oh, I believe I know you.” A girl noted, her voice smooth and matter-of-fact, only marred by the occasional odd static-y edge that, to you at least, gave Aigis away without you even having to turn around to face your latest crush.

One of three transfer students this year, Aigis was the second favorite of the school for her dry humor, jarringly blunt statements, and, as to be expected of private school teenagers, her easily attractive looks. With perfectly smooth skin, captivating blue eyes, and golden hair kept short for low maintenance, you could agree that she was a captivating sight. Though, while most boys in your class took notice of her mostly for her amusing personality quirks or legging-hugged thighs, she held your attention for one thing.

She was undoubtedly an android.

Which, yes, was a tad shallow of a detail to be so drawn to, but for you, it merely enhanced the others. It made her blunt recognition of you more endearing then blood chilling. So, you turned to look at the girl, meeting those sky-colored orbs with a pink dusting on your cheeks. “Ah, hi Aigis. Surprised you recognize me, I’m...not the most talkative boy.” You hummed, turning your eyes to the carpet to avoid her unblinking gaze. “You are friends with Junpei Iori and Ryoji Mochizuki. You are a threat to Minato’s safety.” Ah, yeah, another dead giveaway. “Right, uh…” You paused to run a hand through your hair, “Well, I was just heading home, good to see-” “No.” You froze again, your eyes shooting up to look at the robot in front of you.

With the majority of the party guests either squirreled away in rooms, or gathering for truth or dare, it was only the two of you in the entryway, which you were thankful for with how hot your face got. “No?” You asked dumbly, “I do not trust you. I will not let you out of my sight.” She insisted, taking hold of your hand before you could try to complain or argue, dragging you back to the gathering of party-goers and alcohol. “Wait, what?!” You squawked, trying to tamp down the heat in your face as you followed her.

Yet, while you didn’t particularly want to stay, you found yourself doing as the blonde said. Either because of the power difference or some bubbling sense of excitement at being ordered around. The hell exactly am I into? Your personal questions were left for later, though, as your attention was demanded by the game of truth or dare. Keeping an eye on the game and hoping not to be roped in. “You!” Natsuki chirped, jabbing a painted finger at you from across the vague circle of gekkoukan students at you, “Truth or dare.” She demanded, making you blink in utter confusion, “Uh…” You paused, cautiously adding, “Dare? I suppose?” “Have sex with her.” She ordered, making your eyes widen at the sheer forwardness of the demand. “W-why is that a dare?!” “Because I said so. I want you to fuck the robot girl and report back how it went.” Natsuki said, the buzzed and drunk students attending her party giggling while you only stared at her like a fish on shore and Aigis got up to speak quietly with Junpei.

When she returned, you looked up to the blonde, hoping she’d argue the ridiculousness of the demand. But, all she did was nod to the host of the party, “Very well. We will do our best.” She assured, grabbing you by the arm and hoisting you up before her words could fully sink in.

All you could really do was dumbly allow yourself to be hauled away from the giggling crowd. Hauled upstairs by the robot with your mind swirling with questions . Does Natsuki know Aigis is a robot? Or was that just a mean jab? Why would she hook us up like this? Was she drunk? Is Aigis going to… Before your thoughts could wonder down the path of your more lustful thoughts, you registered that you’d been taken into a guest bedroom. Spacious, clean, unused. Complete with a lock that aigis clicked shut on the door. “According to Junpei, parties and hooking up are fun, and he has encouraged me to partake. So, please hook up with me.” She requested, granting you your words once more so you could stammer out, “U-um, are you sure?” “Yes. I wish to have fun.” She confirmed, simply standing in front of you casually, fixing you with such gorgeous blue eyes as if she could see the thoughts swimming in your head. This is a joke right? Some mean joke like in middle school? You asked yourself, but under your dare partner’s calm gaze, you found yourself just...rolling with it. “Well, um. First, you need to take your bottoms off first. Sex is...harder when we’re clothed.” You explained, and, with an understanding nod, she began undressing.

And, with wide eyes, you watched as the blonde began pulling her leggings down to reveal. Metal legs. Or, not exactly metallic legs, he could see a sort of thin fabric pulled over her heavy appendages, reaching from the top of her thigh, to where her ankle would usually be. Yet, judging from the shiny black portion of what was her ‘foot’, beneath that layer of protective fabric was that expected metal skin. Holy shit, this is real. I’m going to screw a robot. You realized, the thought sending instant warmth down to your groin the more it sunk in until another realization slithered in to curb it. Wait, but if her body is metal, wouldn’t that make it impossible to fuck her? Does she...have any openings for that? And, as if to answer your question, Aigis hummed, “I apologize, but I do not believe I have the appropriate parts for this. I am built to fight, not procreate.” you nodded at that, busying yourself with undoing your pants to give yourself time to come up with an alternative. “Uh, that’s okay, we can still have fun and do the dare.” You assured, your cheeks burning with hellfire as you continued, “I could try a different sort of sex, if you’d let me?” adding quickly to plead your case, “A-after all, the dare was only for us to have sex, Natsuki never specified penetrative or anything.”And, naturally, the robot eyed you for your offer, but after a moment of silent simmering in your anxiety, she nodded. “I was told to partake in this party to the fullest extent of ‘fun’.” She reiterated, “I am left to assume that includes the truth or dare game. What is the next step of hooking up?”

So, you went ahead and directed her to lay on the bed, the blonde following orders with a curious gleam in her blue eyes, but no complaints. Then, you tentatively picked up her legs, putting them on one of your shoulders. Pausing only to admire the gently textured cloth over the chilly metal of her legs, likely there to minimize the rubbing of metal upon metal or physical contact with her legs outing her inhuman nature, and the weight of them.

Once again, the thought of Aigis’ metallic body sent a pulse of heat to your groin, making your member throb. Encouraged by the sight of the girl’s mussed school uniform and her looking up at you with her hands flung beside her head, naturally unbothered at the position, undoubtedly from having no real sex drive. You mused, but tried not to think of this situation being that aggressively one-sided. Instead, you drank the image in and took a deep breath to stoke up your courage. “You’re comfortable with this, right?” You checked again, hooking an arm around her calves so you could use your free hand to free your painfully stiff erection. “Yes. Judging from how often Junpei enjoys speaking of this type of situation, this is very desirable. I want to experience it,” she explained again. Watching as you positioned your dick between her fabric-covered thighs and carefully pressed them against yourself. And, naturally, it wasn’t plush, or as soft as human skin. But the contrast of the cool metal and fabric against such sensitive, warm skin made you shudder.

Having Aigis’ blessing, you gave a nod and began humping into the space. Moving slow, as to not hurt yourself, and doing your best to ensure the girl didn’t squeeze your cock too tightly, you closed your eyes and let out soft moans. Relishing the chance to teach an android about something so human, or simply the stimulation offered by the pressure and novelty of your partner. Because, while it may have been slightly shallow, or amoral, you couldn’t deny how your dick twitched at the thought of being used as an AI’s personal experiment. A study subject for the sake of learning to emulate humanity. Even if the reality of that fantasy was rigid metal, caution, working around limitations, and a partner who did little beyond hum with interest at the way you twitched and throbbed between her thighs. “Does this feel good to you?” She questioned, getting an eager nod as you breathed out moans, “How come?” “It’s...hard to explain…” You panted, glancing down at your own movements, watching as your precum was rubbed into the thin fabric over her legs with each thrust. “Will you explain after?” She asked, and you, again, nodded. Too busy trying not to crush yourself between the legs you held captive on your shoulder to manage another verbal response.

Thankfully, with that agreed upon, Aigis kept quiet and merely watched you thrust. Which, was another aspect you found stirred up those embers in your belly. Looking down to see the way the blonde studied your thrusts and the drips of fluid that managed to reach her doll-like pubic section sent bolts of pleasure through your blood, drawing out more moans and pants.

However, it wasn’t until you let the metal of her thighs close around your cock a little more, just enough to threaten, that you felt the fuzzy rush of warmth that forewarned your orgasm. Letting the restraint slip a little more to let your pace pick up a little bit. Stoking those flames until the warmth washed over you in pleasurable pulses. Ripples of euphoria through your lust-filled blood and your cock twitched one final time before ropes of sticky cum spilled out onto Aigis’ belly. Leaving you shaking slightly with a pause in your train of thought.

Yet, you couldn’t stay in that lustful high forever, dragged back to reality when Aigis put her legs down and began cleaning up the splatters of cream. "T-that wasn’t bad, was it?” You asked, instantly feeling yourself blush once more at your brainless concern. Yet, Aigis only gave a hum of thought and nodded. “It was...fairly enjoyable to see how much you enjoy my body.” She confirmed, the note of realization in her voice giving you a small burst of joy. “Though, could you explain why it was so enjoyable? Do all humans enjoy sex? Why?” She continued a breath into your happy moment. So, you’d interested the android in sex, but you would have to spend the rest of the night teaching her the complexities next.

[wwooyology]

Under The Surface | P.JS

「prompt」 : perfect 「pairing」 : husband!jay x fem!reader 「word count」 : 0.8k

「synopsis」 : you and jay have always been seen as the perfect couple to everyone, but what really happens behind closed doors?

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : cussing, mentions of an arranged marriage, arguments, lmk if I missed anything!!!

「notes」 : man I'm ngl I feel like this could be a good full fic... but again sorry this is a little late, but I'll be on top of my game for the rest of angstober!

masterlist ─ navi. ─ angstober list

To the outside world, you and Jay were seen as the ��perfect couple’, the couple that everyone wished they could be. You lost count of how many times people complimented you both while you were out in public. It was almost too good to be true to some people, and well…

They would be correct.

Everything that everyone saw outside of the four walls of your and Jay’s shared home was just a front. The ‘love’ that others saw was nothing more than a ploy, and the happiness was a farce.

It was all for the sake of your families. Even if you and Jay absolutely despise each other, it wasn’t like you could just break up. No, you and he were both bound by a contract that both of your families put together.

As long as you and Jay were together, your families would profit from each other, becoming the wealthiest families in all of Korea. In the beginning, you thought that it might work out that you and Jay could get along.

Boy, were you wrong.

A good day would be when you were able to go about your day without running into Jay at all, meaning you avoided any and all arguments. However, a normal day would always end in some kind of argument, sometimes ending more severely than others. Today just happened to be one of those severe-level days.

You had just finished eating dinner and were heading to your room, hoping to miss Jay when he got home from work. As luck would have it, you didn’t even make it up four steps before the front door opened. As soon as his eyes landed on you, a scowl fell on his features, causing you to roll your eyes. Not really wanting to argue with him, you started up the steps once more. But of course, you didn’t make it very far without him saying something.

“Where’s my dinner?” He asks, eyes glaring up at you as you stop once more.

“It's in the fridge; if you want it warm, put it in the microwave," you told him blandly before taking another step.

“The least you could do is make sure it's ready for me when I get home.” He scoffed, and you felt your blood start to boil.

Your tongue jutted out, wetting your lips as you turned around to face him, “I’m not your maid, Jay; if you want your dinner ready when you get home, have her do it. I’m going to bed.”

Jay threw his coat onto the rack before kicking his shoes off, grumbling under his breath about how he just wanted this to end so he could go back to his normal life. You honestly found it so laughable whenever he talked about going back to his ‘normal’ because all that meant was him being able to stick his dick in whatever bitch he could get his hands on.

“Ya know, if you want your normal life back so bad, you can talk to our parents.” You turned to look at him once more, arms crossed over your chest, “go back to sleeping around with random whores and throwing dirt on your family name.” You shrugged, a look of indifference on your face.

You had to bite your tongue as you watched rage wash over his features. A vein in his forehead looked as if it was a split second away from bursting. He glared at you, and boy, if looks could kill, you would be well over six feet in the ground.

“As if you were much better, a bitch who kicked those who she deemed underneath her.” He growled, and you could feel anger bubbling in your gut, but you refused to give in to him this time. “Unlike you, I was popular among the people.”

You couldn't help but let out a short laugh, which only angered the male more: "Yeah, and unlike you, I was actually making a name for myself that didn’t involve sleeping around.”

That hit a nerve, and you could tell by the dark look in Jay’s eyes as if he were ready to tear your head clean off of your neck, but you didn’t give him a chance as you waved him off. Turning back around and starting your way back up the steps once more.

“Oh, and if you talk to our parents, make sure to let them know that it was your idea.” You looked over your shoulder one last time, missing the deadly look in Jay’s eyes.

“You are the one thing I hate more than I hate myself,” His words cut deep into your heart because as much as you act like you don’t care, you do, and you wanted nothing more than for this marriage to work out, but it was just wishful thinking at this point.

So, inhaling deeply, you nodded your head and left him with a few words before disappearing up the stairs and into your room. You left him to stop dead in his tracks and stare at the spot where you once stood, a conflicted look crossing his features.

“And I could never hate you as much as I would like to.”

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[cryptid-killjoy]

Babyface wasn't used to being parented much anyway, so he didn't feel a big difference in that respect other than the loneliness. Babyface was used to a large number of people around. The funniest part of it was all he ever wanted back then was to get some damn privacy and space. Now that everyone was gone the world felt pretty empty to him. It was just a bunch of nameless suckers out there at this point. It's all he could see anymore besides Ellie and the woman locked behind those prison walls. He would do just about anything to be suffocated and overrun by his old problems again, not that he ever liked to admit he used to feel that way. But, Ellie knew. Ellie knew even if he put on his I can handle anything face.

He got to see his mother once a week as was allotted to her for visitors. His mother was noticing the pattern. He'd been coming weekly unlike before. He never used to come this much. She could see it in his eyes he was up to something. She could tell by his random questioning of routines and wanting very specific details no one else would bother to ask. She was starting to get hopeful her boy was an informant for someone bigger in the family with skills and he was leaving out details he couldn't say to her where people were listening.

Alas, she was wrong. Babyface was his own informant for just him and Ellie. He wasn't feeling confident in his details either. The more intel he gathered the more impossible this endeavor began to seem less Ellie seriously go in fire and ice blazing and not concerns on casualties taking the place on like a one woman army. That felt... insane to Babyface. He was hoping Black Arts might have some more ideas.

The first visit did go well though. Ellie at least seemed to like his Mom. That was okay sign he figured. Then speak of the devil singing way too friendly a song for guy with the last name of Beagle.

"That would... yeah that would be our guy."

Babyface confirmed it.

"Black Arts Beagle."

He shook his head thinking what the fuck to himself. The antics went on on stage a bit longer when he was spotted. He wanted to duck and run in case he was the crazy sort to want to pull him on stage, but the guy wound it down jumped off handing the mic to the next person.

Black Arts snapped his sunglasses on in the club for dramatic effect as he walked up to Babyface and peered down at him.

"Is that really you? Doth my eyes deceive me? The Beagle with the face of Babe."

Then he clapped, pulled his glasses off, and stood tall again.

"How is your mother? Besides alive?"

"You'd know if you visited."

Yikes. What a come back from Babyface. He stood there and knew it was true. He also couldn't believe Babyface of all Beagles was going to be his big reunion when meeting up with family again.

"Can't argue with you there. I haven't seen you since you were a literal baby."

"I don't remember you at all."

"No. No, I guess you wouldn't."

As this solemn odd silence stood between the Beagle pair despite how excited Babyface had been to get family back, all the vibes on why the family act strange about him started to set in and worry him. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't introduce Ellie yet. He stood there looking the guy over. He wasn't in his magical get up in most his insta pics. That threw him off. Then right as his mind was considering it the girl popped up from behind and filled in.

"Then I guess you two have a lot of catching up to do."

She smiled brightly, hung on Black Art's side, and inserted herself with a shine. "Hi, I'm Nebby. I've heard all about both of you. You must be Ellie. Happy to meet you both."

"How about we let them get started? Who's up for a round? We could go back to the bus and lose this crowd. What do you say?"

Ellie had left home once before and made a new one. This didn’t feel any different to that, except instead of parents, she had Babyface. And sometimes she sort of felt like the parent because she knew that she should put her foot down sometimes, like yeah just because they managed to sneak out a grocery store birthday cake by pretending it was her pregnant belly, didn’t mean that they should eat it all in one sitting. Buuut they did. And it was great. And painful after. Almost felt like the good thoughts were the intrusive ones these days.

She was thinking about how things had gone over with Babyface’s mom, very well in fact, and wasn’t paying much attention to where she was going - until the music started to hit and she looked over at the RV so fast, it almost gave her whiplash. She hoped - just for a couple of seconds - just for a moment hoped…

No. It wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t. Iain was dead. Had to be. And she felt her heart sink a little more at the reminder of it.

There wasn’t the car that she was used to, with the little swinging duck and a picture of Petey hanging from the rearview mirror. It was a whole ass RV which looked really out of place on this street. Like seeing To’ak chocolate at the dollar store, out of place. She followed Babyface around, and looked incredulously at the handsome man that was leading the singalong. “That wouldn’t happen to be … our guy, would it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, swallowing down the traces of sorrow.

[bbrissonn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐃 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ ₍₂₎

warnings: thomas isn’t in this part like at all, this is mainly just y/n and brendan arguing :)

pairing: thomas bordeleau x brisson!reader 

wc: 1.1k

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you sighed from your seat on the couch before taking a sip of the drink you had poured yourself a couple of minutes ago. it had been almost a week since the whole situation at the restaurant with your brother happened and he had yet to talk to you. he talked to thomas every once in a while, but only if he really had to, not wanting things to be too awkward in the locker room. 

you and thomas weren’t as public with your relationship as before, when you’d be in front of others, the most amount of pda that would take place would be him holding your hand and kissing each other’s cheek. but that was it. you both didn’t want things with brendan to get worse, and being all affectionate with the other would just make it worse. 

you still slept at his house every night like you did before, and when you’d be sitting on the couch with only matty, audrey and truss around the two of you would act like you did before, cuddling and kissing whenever you wanted. it was pretty hard not talking to brendan anymore, especially since the two of you were so close growing up, and you still had to do your weekly family face times with your parents and jordy. neither of you had told them what happened, both not wanting things to be awkward between the five of you. 

plus, you and brendan argued all the time, this was no different than the other times, but it was also completely different. brendan had pretty much just said that he didn’t approve of your relationship and that he wasn’t happy for you and bordy. now maybe he hadn’t said those exact words, but you knew deep down that’s how he felt. 

“you okay?” truss asked from beside you, he was the first one to find out about your relationship with his roommate, coming home earlier than thomas had thought he would, finding the two of you kissing on the couch. it took a lot of convincing and negotiating for him to agree not to tell a single soul and help the two sneak around a bit. and ever since the night at the restaurant, he had been giving you updates on your brother and making sure you were okay. 

“yeah, i guess.” you answered, your eyes shifting from the wall next to you to the boy on your other side. you sent him a small sad smile as he rubbed your back a little bit. 

“you guys are gonna be fine, you always are.” 

“yeah but this is different, truss. he doesn’t even look at me, this is the longest we’ve gone without talking to each other and i hate it.” you explained to the defense man, making him sigh a bit. 

“you guys are siblings, siblings argue all the time, this is normal–” 

“no it’s not! you don’t ignore your sibling, let alone your twin sister for a week. and then when we facetime our parents he acts like everything is all rainbows and butterflies between us when it’s not.” you told him, a little bit of anger in your voice, anger towards who? you had no idea. 

“give him time, y/n. he’s been holding all that he said in for who knows how long.” jacob said before getting up and joining some of the other guys in the corner of the room, leaving you all alone with all of your thoughts.

~

“what the fuck!” brendan yelled when you entered his room without knocking the next night, quickly throwing his blanket over his bottom half so only his torso and head were showing. 

“what the fuck!” he repeated when you sat down on his desk chair and positioned it so you were facing him. 

“you’re gross.” you told him as you looked him up and down, it was pretty simple to figure out what he has previously doing before you walked it, which was a very brave thing to do considering none of his roommates were asleep yet and none of them understood the principle of knocking. granted you clearly didn’t either.

“do you know how to fucking knock? i was busy!” he angrily told you, slipping his sweatpants and boxers back up under his blanket. 

“why’d you do it?” you asked, ignoring his previous question. eyes focused on his own, tongue poking out of your mouth to wet your lips. 

“do what?” 

“why’d you blow up at me in front of everyone?” 

“why’d you go behind my back and fuck my best friend?” he bit back, you knew your brother, and if there was one thing he was better at than hockey, it was arguing. he was one of the most stubborn people you had met, but so were you. so you knew this wasn’t gonna be just a short 10 minutes argument. 

“i asked you first.” 

“i’ve been waiting longer for an answer.” 

“and i already gave you an answer, brendan.” you sassed him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“no. you told me ‘it just happened’ and ‘we can’t control how we feel’ like i’m some sort of idiot. i want to know why you kept it from me for 2 fucking months, y/n.” 

“because i know you, brendan. you would’ve gone all crazy on him and you would have me on lockdown 24/7.” you answered, as if it was obvious and a 3 year old kid could figure it out. 

“oh, i’m sorry for caring about my sister, i didn’t know that wasn’t allowed. silly me.” he said, his voice full of sarcasm, making you roll your eyes. 

“i didn’t say that–” 

“but that’s what you wanted to say–” 

“god, you’re such a fucking asshole bren–” 

“right, i’m the bad guy here for being pissed that my sister and my best friend went behind my back for two fucking months. you’re so right, y/n, i shouldn’t be pissed because you’re happy and that’s all that fucking matters to you, right? as long as the little princess is happy and everything goes her way, no one else is allowed to have emotions and express them.” 

“i–” 

“just go home, y/n. like, go home home.” you froze the second you heard what he had said, it took a little to fully understand what he went by home home, he wanted you to go back to LA. you were about to say something else when he got up from his bed and left his room, making sure to slam the door and soon after, you heard the front door slam close as well and his car turn on and driving away from the house. and you were left once again all alone with your thoughts.

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[monin1ca]

Hello! This is my first ever request so sorry if its a little wonky.

I really liked the fics about Valorant agent being your older sibling, especially the Chamber one, would it be possible to do fic about older brother Chamber with younger ftm brother? Their parents don't really support them and would be pretty dysphoric all the time.

Thank you so much in advance :D

Word count: 610 Warnings: Angst, Unsupportive Parents, Abuse, Reader is Trans (FTM), Cursing, Hints of Dead Naming (Instead of D/N (dead/name), I chose to use [Redacted])

Synopsis: “She’s covering all her mirrors! What a disgrace; just what is she hiding from?!”

You felt uncomfortable under your own skin, Vincent could tell.

Your parents hated you after that faithful day you came out. Saying you didn’t want to be a girl anymore and be something more “you.” They brushed you off, laughing loudly. Claiming it’s just a “phase,” but they snapped when they saw your dead-serious face. Shouting profanities, followed by your mom slapping you to the ground. “I knew it. You’ve been hanging out too much with those disgusting gays! No wonder you’ve acted so differently! To your room now!”

“Mama?... Papa?...”

Vincent’s shaking voice rang through the room; he saw your trembling figure on the ground. A red handprint freshly imprinted on your cheek, combined with tears running down your face. Your brother came home; he finished the compulsory Military training that your parents signed him up for. His face contorted to a disgusted one, piecing together what had happened. You had been sending him letters, telling him about how you felt. “Get up, go to your room and wait for me.” Vincent’s expressionless face and trembling body ushered you up, giving you a soft push to go upstairs. You run for your room, accidentally knocking over your family portraits. Though, at this point, you didn’t care. You curled into a ball and hugged your pillow as tight as you could. Hoping this would end quickly, but it didn’t. The thin walls of this house couldn’t silence the raging voices arguing downstairs.

“She’s covering all her mirrors! What a disgrace; just what is she hiding from?!”

You hear your mother screech at Vincent.

“For your information, it’s ‘he.’”

The latter's voice was calm, but you could tell it was holding back boiling venom.

“Ayiah, Vin! Not you too! She needs to learn to be who she is! Not some freak that wants to dress up as a boy.”

You could feel something snap in your brother.

“He’s not playing pretend, mama! He feels this way! Et si vous ne l'acceptez pas ? Eh bien, nous allons partir. (And if you dont accept him? Well, we're going to leave.)”

The house stills. Then you hear sobs from your mother, you hear a chair grind against the floor. Signaling someone stood up, presumably your father. 

“Aller! Partez alors. N'embêtez plus ma famille, je ne vous vois plus comme faisant partie des "Fabrons". (Go! Leave then. Trouble my family no more, I don't see you as a part of the "Fabrons.”)”

Your mother gasps, 

“Mon amour, qu'en est-il de [Redacted] et Vincent ? Que sommes-nous censés dire à la famille à leur sujet ? (My love, what about [Redacted] and Vincent? What are we supposed to tell the family about them?)”

You hear heavy footsteps storm off, thumping toward your room. You rub your eyes, praying to the heavens above it was Vincent. Thankfully, it was him. He had a sweet smile on his face, “Mon ange, prépare tes affaires, yes? On va quelque part et on ne revient jamais. (Angel, pack your things, yeah? We're going somewhere and never coming back.)”

You were more than ok with that, relieved to leave this shit hole of a home.

Author’s Note: ARGH, IM SO SORRY TO ALL THE TRANS PEOPLE WHO READ THIS SHIT. IT’S THE FIRST TIME I WROTE FOR THIS TYPE OF CONTENT! FEAR NOT THERE'S A PART TWO I SWEAR I’LL DO BETTER (headcanon version this time huhuhuhu)… PLEASE FORGIVE ME :((

[kyberphilosopher]

Fensterln

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me.”

Warning(s): some allusions to sex, explicit-ish language, fluff, reader has a whole ‘Black Cat’ thing going on. Word Count: 3273

Notes: This is a requested work. This is a headcanoned canon version of Superboy, meaning he is no version in particular and simply the character I figure as a whole. Reader can be any gender.

“Fensterln is when you have to climb through someone’s window in order to have sex with them, without their parents knowing about it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know, most people think that climbing up the side of a building is easy. Like it’s nothing. They see it on TV, and in the movies, and in cartoons even, and they think, “That doesn’t look so bad!” because it doesn’t. Cartoons and actors don’t have to deal with the wind whipping their hair, constantly pushing their whole body all around, the butterflies of anxiousness making their heart thump, threatening the scenario of falling to their death. It’s terrifying. It takes a lot of skill, a lot of courage, and a lot of luck. 

“Shit.”

Your right hand releases from the glass, arm slowly swinging back until it’s at your side. The same sides foot follows this pattern of rotation, until only your left fingertips and toes are stuck to the wall of the building, suctioning you to life. Below you, hundreds and hundreds of feet, is an island of grass and sand, encompassed by a large body of water. Over the tidal waves chip chopping away, there’s a distance. And in that distance, is the city, just under the inky blackness of the midnight sky. 

Jump City, it’s called. You’re not too familiar with it. Most of your time is spent in Metropolis, or Gotham. Luckily, both of those cities have plenty of skyscrapers to practice scaling. One could say that you’d perfected the art of this sort of thing. The finger pads on your suit are sophisticatedly sticky, seamlessly letting you latch onto anything with grace. Your feet are the same. 

The wind hits your face like sharp needles, amplified by the cold air and the incline. Your hair whips around wildly, also different from how it flows, softly, in the movies. The harsh breeze roars in your ears, louder than the thousands of explosions you’ve heard in your lifetime. Although dangerous, nothing beats the view. Those thousands of lights in the distance, the cars, the buildings, this building that you’re on now. Titan’s Tower is far larger and closer and more important than anything else at the moment. 

“Okay then,” you mutter, twisting your body over to the right twice more, until finally both hands and feet are connecting against the glass in a stealthy, perfect crawling position. 

You work your way up, one foot and hand at the time. You resemble that of a spider, or perhaps a cat. One, two. One, two. 

His room is on one of the top floors, if not the top floor. From the two other times that you’ve done this, you remember the number of steps, the distance, the little cracks in the glass panes to look for so you know you’re close. Even from the outside, hundreds of feet up, hanging above death tantalizingly, you know exactly where you are and where you need to be. And you know, of course, that you are close. 

Your right hand leaves the wall once more and reaches down to the belt on your hips. “Coming, my love,” you mutter as you flip open a small pouch attached. From the inside you pull out a slim switchblade, made specifically to cut through glass walls like this- designed it yourself. 

The knife springs open. In a circle big enough to fit your entire body, you trace the blade in a wide arc from up to down, left to right. Then you flip the blade back inside, place the whole thing back into the pouch on the belt, and shove your left elbow against the middle of the glass in front of you. 

It pops free immediately. The circle of wall falls forward into the room, with you not far behind.

Landing like a gymnast on your toes with your arms overhead, you are immune to the sharp pain in your femurs that comes from a sudden pressure like this. The glass pane is still intact on the floor ahead of you, which is coated with a red carpet that you recognize so well. It’s much warmer inside than it was outside, although you can still feel the night wind from behind you.

“Silent,” a voice remarks from beside you. It’s not an amused tone, really. It’s genuine and full of awe, surrounded by something casual. 

You hum as you stand before throwing a look over your shoulder. Sure enough at your back, splayed casually on a bed against the wall you just broke through, is your favorite boy toy. Dark, curly hair framing his classically handsome face, nose scrunching slightly on instinct. He’s wearing the black and red super shirt he always does, coupled with the plaid pajama bottoms you’d gotten him as a gift in spring.

You want so badly to quip something back, but you both know you can’t right now. Not when you’re so close to the door. And yeah, that’s partially Conner’s fault, if not all. Too much noise would attract the attention of his team mates, the Titans, and then something probably not that great would happen. Maybe they’d throw you out. Maybe they’d fire him. Maybe things would just get weird. It’s not as if you and Connor are an official couple, even after all this time. You could stop sneaking around to see each other at any sense of danger.

You take a step towards the bed he lays on, noting the big, bright smile that lights up Superboy’s face at the motion. “Can you fix the hole?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

Conner’s eyes go wide and the smile gets bigger.

“In the wall.”

The smile turns into an eye roll. “Yes,” he sighs, almost dramatically, pushing himself up. The boy crosses to the center of the room a few feet from you and begins picking up the perfect circle of cut window- wall while you look around the area.

You’ve snuck into Conner’s room before. Twice, in fact. It’s not clean, not horribly messy. His leather jacket is usually hanging off the dresser or door handle. Sweatshirts of different colors are littering the floor in a collective pile. It looks like a normal teenage boys room, really. It just feels very ‘Conner’.

First, he pushes the glass back into place in the wall, then he takes a few steps back. You throw him a smirk, nudging your head to encourage him to do the thing.

Conner’s eyes heat up. Little at first, as a soft yellow. Then into an all consuming scarlet that hisses out in two beams meeting in the middle between them. They move in a circle around the pane until you can’t even tell it was ever not there, and the wind you once heard no longer exists. The wall is perfectly in tact.

“Thank you, Superboy,” you tell him, tone laced overly sweet. Your hands, freezing from the cold even through the gloves of your costume, wrap around Conner’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” he tosses, back, voice low. His cheeks are turning pink.

You unhook your arms and saunter over to his mattress. As you throw yourself on and relax as you sink into the pillows, you let your eyes close. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” you tease. “Mm, do you know a lot of people who would climb up the Tower for you? I don’t.”

Upon hearing him take a single step forward, one eye pops open. “I know you missed me,” you continue.

Conner lays himself on the bed beside you, hands behind his bed with his arms bent. You turn to face him, propping your head up with your palm.

“You never answer my texts,” Conner says, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You text me?” you smirk, watching Superboys eyes sink close as he releases a sigh of defeat.

Your left leg slips over Conner’s hips. Then you pull your whole body up and over into a straddle over him, looking down at him. He’s handsome in the way nobody can argue with, so perfect and soft and structured. When you squint, he looks like Superman. But Conner’s not Superman, he’s better. You can’t explain why, or how, but he just is.

You place your palms forward on his chest at first, then backwards, behind your back, on Conner’s thighs. Your chest puffs out at the slight change of position.

Below you, the boy bites his lower lip softly in thought for a second. “What if I got you a phone?” Conner asks you. His light eyes holding yours through thick, dark lashes. “Just so you can text me back sometimes?”

“Us?” you gasp with wide eyes. “Talking? During the daytime?”

Conner glances away. “Message received. Very funny. Forget it.”

“I’m messing with you,” you promise with a smile. “Loosen up Super-Annoy.”

“So you’ll let me get you one?” Conner pushes himself up with a snap, eyes wide with some kind of excitement.

Well… would you? You haven’t had a lot of long term partners, if any. Your time with Conner has been the longest with anyone, and he’s not even really your boyfriend. He’s just… you know… the guy you kissed on a rooftop one night. The guy who once surprised you with a cone of ice cream, again on a night time rooftop, whilst you were sitting on the side of the building to watch the city below. The guy who remembered your birthday, the guy who keeps sending you the many, many texts reminding you that you can watch your favorite show on the TV in the tower. The guy who once lied to get you to ice skate with him.

Something about Conner has been enough to keep you hooked for months and months, always coming back. Sneaking into the Tower, taking more and more trips to Jump City, keeping notes of events throughout your week to tell him about when you see him. 

How silly. Never giving the time of day to any other partner of yours, but for Conner? Conner has gotten at least eight months of it. 

“I’ll think about it,” you roll your eyes. 

“You promise?” Conner urges. 

“Yes. Jeez, I promise. I will think about letting you get me a phone that only you have the number to.”

“Please don’t laugh at me about this.”

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“It feels like it.”

“Connor,” you clasp a hand on his shoulder, pushing back laughter. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“W- Is that- is that a serious question?” Conner’s eyebrows raise. 

“Get up,” you roll your neck. “I want to change positions.”

The boy below you shifts. For a quick moment, something pokes between your hips from underneath. Your pupils dilate in response, but by the time they finish, the movement has ceased. “Tell me about your day.”

“I want to lay down,” you say as you stretch. “I just scaled up the side of the skyscraper-”

“You love it.”

“-and it was oh, so cold. I’m tired.”

“That’s not your day.”

You just stare at him expectantly, not quite sure what it is you’re waiting for. 

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me,” Conner concedes. “You chose to be up there.”

“Prove it,” you challenge.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy below you hisses as if annoyed. “I get it,” he says, but his arms are already snaking around your torso to pull you close and slowly pull you into a new position. 

You lay on your side, back against Conner’s broad chest. His arms stay wrapped around your middle as he curls up against you on instinct, legs quick to tangle with your own. You know he must really be interested in you if he’s not going to mention that your ‘work’ shoes are still on while in bed. 

“You’re an ass,” he mutters into your hair. 

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ha,” you chuckle once. “Douche.”

“Please tell me about your day now?” you hear Conner almost plead. “Please?”

One of your hands, your right one, rests on top of Conner’s against your stomach. “Oh, you know. The usual. I helped out a small jewelry store today, snuck into a big building, currently hiding from Nightwing- you know how it is.”

“There wasn’t much crime today. I mostly just stayed in. You know that big building you snuck into?”

“Such a douche,” you breathe.

“Jealous much?” Superboy rumbles against your ear. 

“I’m gonna tell Dick,” you tell him. “I’ll send an anonymous tip that one of the Titan’s is a big poop face.”

Conner puts his whole face in your hair. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not fair you guys get a whole building to yourselves. What are you even using half these floors for? People in Gotham are struggling.” You frown. “Well, except for Wayne. But you know what? He’s a douche too. You’d get along.”

Conner squeezes you once. Then you feel him still from behind you, not even breathing. And then-

“Move in then.”

At once, your brows furrow. “What?”

Your companion squeezes you once more. “Move in. Move in with me. In the Tower.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes looking around. You can’t see Conner, but you can feel him out. His eyes are closed, still inhaling the scent of you shamelessly. It’s hard for people to catch you off guard, not just like this, but at all. You just have that sarcastic, witty, sultry reputation. And for him- Super-Annoy, of all people- to just throw you off so easily?

“I’m not a Titan,” you decide on explaining, almost asking. 

“Become one, then.”

“I don’t have the money to move in. The rent must be crazy.”

“I’ll pay for you.”

“Conner,” you swallow. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.” His head pops up. When you turn yours a little, you can look up at him, and he can look down at you. “Move into the Tower.”

Now your eyes are wide, and his are relaxed. No, Conner’s are focused, drilling into your own. “I’m... hardly Titan’s material.”

This was true. You’ve been skirting the gray line far longer than you’ve known Superboy, and he’s been super since the beginning of his creation. The first time you’d met was about ten seconds before you’d robbed a bank and sent him a wink before disappearing. 

“You just told me, not five minutes ago, that you helped a small business. Helping people is what heroes are all about. You can do this, Y/N. You are Titan’s material.”

Shit. He’s right. 

“Why not?” Conner questions. 

“I... um...”

You’ve never lived with another person before. Your family, once upon a time, sure. Not friends. Not Dick Grayson, or Kori, or Rachel fucking Roth. And certainly not Superboy- Super-Annoy. Not someone you have a ‘thing’ with. What would that mean for the two of you? And when things go terribly, terribly wrong, what then?

Gotta’ think fast. 

Your face is wiped clean, replaced by your signature smirk. “Get me a phone first. Then I’ll consider it.”

Conner doesn’t budge though. You wonder if X-Ray vision can see through lies too. “I mean it,” the boy tells you. “I want you here.”

“I have to survive the night in the building with boy prodigy and star flame.”

“Starfire.”

“Whatever. I have to do that first. There’s a reason we sneak me in, you know.”

Your free hand reaches up and cups Conner’s cheek without you telling it to. You ask your brain why, but yet, your palm doesn’t move. It feels over Conner’s cheekbones, encouraging you to look deeper into his somehow soft eyes. Your fingertips can even feel his hair, which is in need of a wash, as they get comfortable. 

“For you,” you finish the sentiment, voice now genuine- also not predicted. “Sneaking in for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a secret,” the boy above you whispers, pouring his entire heart into it. 

You answer with a snort. 

If anything, Conner’s the secret. If he had his way, the two of you would probably be on your honeymoon at this moment. Hell, your whole relationship and subsequent marriage would be a honeymoon. You’re the one letting him follow you around. You’re the one never giving him just what he wants. 

But then again, you’re the one who keeps coming back. Conner’s the one that never left. 

“Trust me,” you nod with a humored grin. “I don’t.”

Conner sighs and falls back down to rest behind  you. “Good.”

Besides his breathing, then there is silence. 

Really? Telling you to move in? Of course it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Of course he has the solution to all the reasons why not. Your fairly certain that Conner hasn’t thought about this until mentioning it, but even then, how did he have all the answers so fast? Where would you stay? With him? Sandwiched between Conner and Wally West playing video games for the rest of your life? Dying after Donna Troy catches you accidentally stealing her lunch?

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Conner begins, “but you should really stay the night.”

In response, you practically burst. “You hate being told what to do!” you say as you squirm in his arms. “Now you’re giving me suggestions?”

Conner sits up again so he can look down at you with a little frown. Luckily, it’s too nice of a view to be really scared of anything he could do. “Shh! You’re gonna get caught, Y/N.” Then Superboy’s eyes widen a little. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to be so quiet, either. You could just come through the front door.”

“Oh my God,” you squeeze your eyes closed. “Conner...”

One battle at a time. 

“Fine,” you begrudge. “I’ll stay the night.”

Conner tightens his grip around your form happily in response. “Will you need any help in the morning?”

“No. No, I got it.”

Silence. 

Say it. Say it. Say it. 

“Conner? I, uh...”

Say it. 

“I don’t have any sleeping clothes,” you lie. 

“Sleeping?” you hear the boy behind you whisper. “I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping.”

“Now who’s going to get us in trouble?” you smirk. “Seriously though. I’ve been wearing my suit all day.”

“I can get you out of it.”

“You can’t just see through it?” you question. “Don’t you have X-Ray vision?”

Conner groans. “You’re ruining it.”

You smile. Conner’s the only partner of yours you realize you’re actually happy to be around. “I think you just want us to get caught.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Yayyy. Request finished. Next I have a Reverse Flash request, and then I should be good with the DC requests for now. Other than that I have some Jason Todd things, something for Damian and 2 fics for a character I haven’t written for before but are looking pretty good. I hope this satisfied the prompt that I was given in the request. Let me know anything you want or whatever. 

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Another Problem another Drink

Reader: female | Romantic

type: one-shot that requested via dm so sorry this took so long

notes: "your old man" in this context is used as a "romantic term" this time

warnings: drunk reader, drinking

Dedication: @pietromaximoffluvr

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Y/n sighed walking down the street, another argument with Frank, the same bs. She left in anger, the night still young.

When weren't they getting in arguments?

"Hah!" Some men laughed, the bar door opened as they waved to her, "Hey lady! Lady!"

Y/n looked back at them, a mix of veterans and home for a while soldiers, she could mostly tell by the jackets they all sported.

The man who had called her hicked, he obviously drunk.

"We need one more! One more!" he laughed, everybody, laughing with him, "One more for beer pong!"

Fuck it why not, "Yeah sure."

There was an uproar in laughter and 'yeahs' as they all walked into the bar.

They were good guys, tired for sure, but good guys, they talked about their time: like they were trying to impress her. Until she told him about her own served time. Unlike Frank, Y/n served the Navy, and they ultimately met on their secret missions she knew not to speak about.

"Ms.Navy Seal got skills!" One cheered, the small pong ball going straight in.

She bowed with laughter, she grabbing her beer from the table.

"I just got aim, unlike you boys." Y/n smiled, "never can get it in the toilet."

They laughed happily. She could do this more often.

She would love to do this more often, but she was too worried about Frank being dead on the floor of her home.

She took a seat across from a visiting pilot. He had talked about doing another tour.

"So what was a pretty thing like you doing out all alone?" He asked teasingly, Y/n remember his name is Jaime.

Y/n laughed, "Don't try it kid."

He shook his head in a playful notion, "Your old man tick you off?"

Y/n took another sip of a beer, "Yeah you could say that. You?"

"Yeah, he did." He responded.

Y/n chuckled, "men."

"Tell me about it."

They looked at each other and broke down in laughter: it was stupid. Jaime was already affected by the multiple drinks he had before they had even started the game, and it started to get to Y/n as well.

It was a good night, that ran into the early morning, she had switched from beer to those fruity drinks: the ones that mask the alcohol with the little umbrellas, and even got some of the guys hooked on them.

It was a walk home. If you could really even call it that, more of dozing off, feet carrying her tired, out of sorts, and drunk, so, so drunk.

How she made it home she didn't even know.

Frank had been waiting, he knew she was an adult: but damn the urge to pick up the phone and call her and ask where the fuck she was because he was worried about her like a parent was worried about there child.

Y/n leaned up against the door roughly, pulling her keys out. The old buzzing of the light in the hallway annoying her as she dropped her keys, causing her to groan and hit her head against the door before leaning down to grab them. But ended in just slumping against the door.

Before she could even let her mind settle the door opened and she fell back onto her floor.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Frank argued a pistol being put in the back of his jeans.

She looked up at him, "mhm."

"Mhm? Mhm? Thats it?! The hell were you!?"

He knew where she was, because well: she smelled like it an old crusty bar, some hole in the wall place.

She rubbed her arms over her eyes, "Heyya...mhm..."

Frank sighed: no point in wasting his breathe when she was gone.

Helping her up to her feet he closed the door with his foot.

"Get off!" She complained pushing at his chest weakly, "go! And get out my apartment-"

Y/n stumbled trying to get out of his grasp as he caught her.

"You smell like a bar." He spoke, "Come on get into the bath."

Y/n let out a drunken laugh, "You're funny..."

She hicked as she closed her eyes, "Im not single buddy. So you and you're little...little..."

"Ah shit-"

He rushed her to the bathroom, and just in time too, she dropping infront of the toliet and puking. Frank quickly pulled her hair back. Pulling off a hair tie he always kept on his wirst with his teeth and tieing her hair back the best he could.

She soon stopped, her head still hanging over the toliet as she rubbed her face with the palm of her hand.

"Come on." Frank spoke, helping her up to her feet, she almost slipping in the process, but luckily Frank caught her, he also lucky enough to flush the toliet with the help of his foot.

"You know..." she hicked, "You're real pretty....mhmm but My boyfriends prettier..."

Frank sighed, running the sink water, using his hand as a cup he helped her lean down to rinse her mouth, "Yeah I bet he's a real kicker."

Y/n smiled stupidly, he washing her face off with a few splashes of water in her face, but with the smell of alcholol stuck to her chlothes, it would just be easier to giver her a bath.

"Sit down." He told sitting her down on the toliet, she looking up at him, he plugging up the bath and running the water, turning back to her, "come on."

He attempted to take her shirt off, Y/n pushing his arms away.

"No. My boyfriend won't like you touching me-" She complained.

"I am your boyfriend." Frank defended.

Y/n looked up at him, "hm...really? Wowe.....how'd we meet?"

Frank sighed pulling off her shirt finally, "In the service."

Y/n smiled, weakly, she seemed tired, and ready to pass out in any moment.

"Haha! I was a waiter wasnt I?!" Y/n laughed, "I'd make a good waiter! I was a good waiter!"

Frank tossed her shirt and bra to the side, he working on her shoes and pants next.

"Im a good at sex atleast?" She questioned, "i bet Im good at sex."

"Yeah. Yeah you are."

"Really!?" She asked with a smile, "I knew it!"

He finished with removing the rest of her chlothes he turning the faucet off and putting her in the tub.

Then suddenly she started to break down and cry.

God was she drunk or on her period with these random mood swings.

Truth be told he's never delt with her drunk before.

"Are we gonna break up?" She cried.

Frank sighed, "No. We're not. Now get clean."

It didn't turn out as planned way all Frank could say. He leaning his back against the outside of the tub waiting for her to finish. But wet arms only wrapped around his upper body, and her head falling into his shoulders, her head tucking away in the creves of his neck.

He sighed, picking her hand up to kiss it. A long hard kiss that ended witn him rubbing over the spot. She hummed in comfort.

"I'm tired." She spoke softly.

"Come on." He told, pulling away from her and helping her out bath and into a towel, catching her from stumbling.

It was also easier to sit her down, and pull off his own shirt, that being her sleepwear for the night leaving him in jeans and his gray undershirt.

He then helped her walk to bed, helping her lay down which she did willingly, and almost passed out immediately.

Frank sat besides her, moving some hair from her face. He rubbed against her temple. She shifting slightly and settled once again. He kissed her head,

[angryschnauzer]

I know i mentioned a while back about my neighbours who are heavy pot smokers and generally unpleasant people, but i never fully told you guys about the sheer bonkersness that is going on in that family.

So the family is Mum, Dad (both probably mid to late 40s), late teen son, mid/late teen daughter. Or that’s what it seemed at first. Then mum and dad go away on holiday, and we realise we can hear sex noises from next door. Daughter is actually son’s girlfriend, and she is *around* 16 (note age of consent in the UK is 16). Every day its pot smoke pouring in our windows, and more sex noises. They have numerous arguments that are so violent that we have pictures fall off the wall in our house. We call the police because we honestly thought they were going to either kill each other or seriously hurt one another. They get carted off to the police station and parents get summoned home from overseas holiday.

Few weeks later the mum has a somewhat brief conversation with me over the garden fence, apologising for all the disturbances. I just tell her she needs to keep her son and his girlfriend under control... *pauses*... she tells me son doesn’t have a girlfriend. “So who is the girl with long brown hair?” i ask. *That’s my daughter*.

Oh. I ask if they are biological siblings. Yes. I take a deep breath and tell her, “well, who’s been fucking so loud in the middle of the day we can hear it in our house then?”

Mum goes pale and goes back in her house.

Next few weeks more drug issues. Kids get lots of expensive gifts (e-scooters, Ltd edition Nikes, clothes etc) and there is no way the parents can afford this. Every time the kids go out they are accompanied by a 3rd late teen boy. Neither kid looks particularly happy about this kid being around, and he bosses them around at every point. Its painfully obvious they are part of a county lines drug group and the older kid is cuckooing.

In the middle of our holiday a few weeks later our phones go crazy as our ring doorbell is picking up a full on fight in the street between the parents. We literally listen live to them fighting and how the dad is saying how he’s going to ‘put his head through that windscreen’ and indicating to our car that is on the driveway we share with them. Eventually other neighbours call the police and things calm down. All of this was at 2am.

Another time i was driving my kid back from school and i saw the Mum walking in the opposite direction in a silk nightie and sneakers. She looked high. Before i could stop and ask if she was ok she got on a bus.

Literally every 2 or 3 days there is something going on next door, some utter bullshit. Today in the middle of the day i could hear arguing and banging through the walls, then suddenly Mum and Dad are outside. She’s rushing into her car and trying to pull away, he’s calling her a fucking cunt and yelling for her to open the window whilst purposefully putting himself in the way of the car to try and stop her driving off, my office overlooks the driveway so i pulled the blind up and the Dad heard that as the windows are open so i just blatantly watched. Like, yeah dude, calm yourself the fuck down, people are watching and seeing what’s going on. In that pause the Mum reversed out of the drive and drove off.

Every part of this we tell the landlord who we are friends with, but it seems they are tied into the lease. The landlord is one of those ‘intelligent but stupid’ kinds of guys, he’s a director of a company but has zero common sense. In the end i sent him a real estate listing for a much smaller house in our street that has just been rented out for more than he’s charging for a house double the size, and suggested that if he put the rent up considerably then he’d get a better calibre of tenant.

And all this is within the last 8 weeks.