#I EVEN HATE WHEN MEN DO ALL THOSE SOUNDS AT THE GYM

[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

#DON'T @ ME #I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM #I EVEN HATE WHEN MEN DO ALL THOSE SOUNDS AT THE GYM #BUT THEN... #BAKUGOU KATSUKI #AND THE THOUGHT WAS: FUCK YEAH HE WOULD DEF SOUND SO FREAKING SEXYYYYYY #okay ill stop now goodnight #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #mha bakugo katsuki

[artificial-transmutations]

Boyfriend Material

Against all odds, Troy didn't hate Luka when they were assigned the same college dorm room. They were quite different, really: While Troy was the almost stereotypical nerd, from his glasses down to his checkered shirt, Luka was quite the opposite. He had a fit body and was majoring in history of sports.

Where Troy was the quiet, bookish type, Luka was outgoing and active. Troy read books, tinkered with electronics or programmed an app in his free time, while Luka went out for the gym or played rugby on the field. And, of course, even though Luka wasn't stereotypically jock-dumb, Troy was much more intelligent than him.

All those differences had a lot of potential for a relationship of hatred from day one, but, surprisingly, the two of them got along fine. They had separate bedrooms and respected each other’s boundaries so much that they barely talked to each other for the first few weeks. For Troy, it was almost as if he had the dorm for himself. Luka cleaned up after himself and in the few instances when he listened to his bass heavy music too loudly, he immediately turned it down as soon as Troy asked him to, thanking him for the notification even.

So, at first Troy and Luka had a distant but respectful relationship that even made Troy question his prejudices regarding the stereotypical dumb jock.

It was only half a year after moving in together that Troy and Luka discovered one thing they had in common: Bad luck in dating.

Troy was, of course, way too introvert and shy to meet a girl. It was a frustrating experience for him. Every time he matched someone on one of the various dating apps he used, he pondered for hours on how to start a conversation with the girl who was surely way out of his league. More often than not he decided not to text her at all and just deleted the contact frustratedly. At other times, he started a conversation but quickly found himself getting bored from the meaningless small talk. It was as if every girl he met virtually was way too shallow and way below his intellect: He couldn't find a common ground to talk about that didn't seem pointless to him.

Luka on the other hand had a quite different problem. Luka was gay, a fact that took Troy a few weeks to notice. He actually had guys over quite often and was, judging from the noises, sexually active with them as well. Here, too, Luka was very considerate not to disturb Troy too much, so Troy didn't mind at all. However, in time, Troy noticed that the guys visiting Luka were rarely the same twice in a row.

Troy suspected that Luka was enjoying his single life and thought nothing of it, but after a while even the socially awkward Troy picked up on the bad mood that seemed to befall his roommate every time one of his partners left. So, just as Luka said goodbye to a muscular Black man one evening, Troy actually asked him:

"Is everything alright, Luka?"

Luka closed the door behind his date and looked at his roommate. "Sure. Why wouldn't it be?"

Troy fiddled a bit with his glasses. He was not very good at talking to other people, especially not when it came to delicate matters.

"I just noticed that you do seem to be... going through boyfriends rather quickly."

"Boyfriends? Oh, none of them was my boyfriend."

Troy didn't know what to answer to that. He had thought the men coming and going were Luka's dates, but apparently not.

Luka sighed and sat down on the couch.

"I didn't get to the 'boyfriends' stage with any of them, you know?" Luka sounded genuinely disappointed or sad.

Troy looked for a way to escape the awkward situation, and probably Luka wouldn't even have minded being left alone. But since he brought up the topic, Troy felt compelled to offer some comfort.

So, he, too sat down on the couch and hesitated a bit before asking: "You didn't? I thought that you, you know, slept with some of them."

"Yeah, I did. With all of them, actually." Luka confirmed. He didn't sound too happy or proud though as he continued: "Getting into a guy's pants isn't very difficult. Getting into their hearts however..." his voice trailed off.

"What's the problem?" Troy asked, genuinely interested. He didn't know the differences between gay and straight people were so significant. Casual sex with a woman seemed impossible to achieve, at least to Troy. Yet Luka described it as if that was easy for gay guys.

Luka sighed. "Good question. Apparently, I'm no boyfriend material. Or the number of guys looking for something serious are rarer than I thought. Whatever the reason, I haven't had a relationship in almost three years now. It's kind of frustrating."

Troy nodded. "Yes, I know the feeling. Dating isn't easy for me either. I guess I'm just too shy. Fact is: I've never had a girlfriend."

"No way! Really?" Now Luka was the one to be surprised. "But you are a nice guy. I bet the girls are lining up for you."

"Not that I noticed, they aren't."

There was a moment of silence between the two roommates before Troy laughed. "Seems like we are not that different after all."

After that, it was like the ice between the two of them was broken. Even though they were very different, Troy and Luka got along even better and talked more. For some reason, Troy even found Luka's situation worse than his own. Sure, Troy couldn't talk to girls, let alone date any, but Luka had his heart broken again and again.

So, Troy tried to help out Luka as best as he could. They even went to a gay club together, with Troy as Luka's wingman, but that plan didn't turn out very well. Even though Troy had a drink or two, he just couldn't muster up the courage to talk to the guys and Luka did the same thing. Eventually, both were just sitting together and observed the club and the people inside and everyone just assumed they were together.

Once they got back to their dorm room, neither of them was very happy.

"Sorry, that was probably a bad idea." Troy apologized. "I really thought you would meet someone interesting today."

"Don't worry about it. It was a good idea" Luka smiled. "I still had some fun today."

"No, it's really unfair!" Troy claimed. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking but he was really unhappy with how Luka was being treated "You're such a great catch, and I just wish you would finally find a boyfriend! If you ask me, you're totally boyfriend material! If I was gay, I'd date you in an instant!"

Luka had to laugh. "That's sweet, but don't be silly. If you were gay, I'm sure you would have a partner. And even if you wouldn't, you're a great guy, but I'm not sure you were my type."

"What's your type then?" Troy asked curiously. They had actually never spoken about that before.

"Well, perhaps it's part of why it's so difficult for me to find a man. I've got these very specific wishes about a guy I would like to date..." Luka began.

"Come on, tell me more." Troy pressed. "If I'm going to be a great wingman, I need to know."

Luka hesitated, but eventually, he began: "It's hard to explain, you know. But for me, there's nothing sexier than a man who is strong, muscular, confident and, well, a bit on the easy side."

"Easy as in stupid or easy as in easy to have?" Troy asked.

"Both, actually. I would love a boyfriend who is a lot dumber than I am - and pretty slutty, too. A real himbo if you catch my drift."

"Haha, yes, you're right. That's exactly me." Troy said. Actually, he wanted to say "That's *not* exactly me", but for some reason, it came out wrong entirely.

Before he could correct himself, though, he felt a strange tingling sensation all over his body. What the hell?

"I'm telling you, that's what I like." Luka explained further, completely oblivious to what was happening to Troy.

"Oh, really? That's good, I guess." Troy's voice sounded different, and it was getting harder and harder for him to concentrate. His body was changing, and so was his brain, but he couldn't understand what was going on.

"You know, you really helped me out a lot the last few months." Luka said. "I feel much better and happier after talking to you and..."

Luka's voice faded away as he looked at Troy. The man's face was changing, and he grew larger.

"Are... are you okay?"

Troy opened his eyes. "I don't know. I feel weird. Is it hot in here or is it just me?"

Luka took a step back. His roommate was growing, his arms and legs were getting thicker and bigger, and his chest was expanding. He was already filling out his clothes and the fabric was ripping. His shoulders became broader and the arms wider, and soon, Troy's glasses fell down as his face widened and his jaw became more prominent.

All the while his mind became foggier, and his knowledge and smarts quickly drained away. Why was he wearing a shirt that was clearly too small for him? Why was he wearing a shirt at all? Shirts were for wimps, and Troy was a man's man!

So, Troy wiggled out of his shirt before it became to constricting. Exposing his upper body was way better anyway - that way everyone could have a good look at his guns and his sculpted shaved chest.

While the now half naked man kept on transforming, his roommate was almost paralyzed.

"What... what is happening here?" Luka asked.

Troy laughed, his voice sounding deeper and rumbling. "I don't know, but this feels amazing. And it looks like you are enjoying the show, too!"

Luka looked down and noticed he was sporting a massive erection. He was completely transfixed by the display of masculinity his roommate was performing for him.

He didn't notice the pants Troy was wearing were ripped at the seams and quickly fell apart as his thighs were becoming bigger and bigger. However, when he looked back up again, he was looking eye level at a filled to the brim blue underwear. The dick hidden behind it must have been massive - and it was not even hard!

Luka gulped as he saw that the last part was slowly changing, and the strained blue fabric tented visibly, with a wet patch forming on it. He could only barely bring himself to stop staring at the hypnotizing bulge and up the masculine body of his roommate up to his face.

There was really nothing left of the old Troy. Here stood a confident and strong men - with a dumb smile on his face and eyes that didn't show too many signs of intelligence. A total himbo.

Troy grabbed his underwear and ripped it apart with a swift move. The now exposed and hardening cock was obscene, and Luka gasped when he saw it. He couldn't believe how big and thick the member was, and his own penis was throbbing in his pants.

"Here is what we're going to do, stud." Troy said seductively. "We're gonna fuck. All through the night. And then, I'm taking you out for breakfast, 'cause we're dating."

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[archangeldyke-all]

sevika fucking rough but lovingly holding hands while doing so ...

hhhhhhhhhhhhng...

men and minors dni

sometimes sevika fucks you like she hates you.

she's got a lot of pent up aggression. usually, she gets it all out at work, or at the gym after, or by having a bitch session with you as you lovingly comb your fingers through her hair and listen to her rant.

but sometimes, these methods don't work.

sometimes, all sevika needs is to bend you over the nearest flat surface and take all her frustrations out on you.

you don't seem to mind.

in fact, (and fuck does she love you for it) you seem to kinda love it.

she'll come home with that angry glint in her eye and a snappy tone of voice-- and she'll see the way your eyes fill up with excitement and lust at the prospect of what she'll do to you when she finally snaps.

sometimes, you'll even push her to snap. you'll be loud in the kitchen, you'll put on obnoxious music you know she hates, and you'll flaunt around the house in your underwear, making small little messes until sevika's fed up.

and when she's fed up, you can bet your ass you won't be able to walk properly the next day.

tonight's one of those nights.

you could tell from the second she walked through the door, her stomping footsteps a little louder than usual, a few curses tossed out as she struggled with getting her boots off, her breathing heavy.

so, to help your wife relieve her frustrations, you strip down naked before you run into the kitchen to greet her.

you find her chugging a glass of water.

she chokes and spit water everywhere when she catches sight of you.

"what are you--"

"sounds like you're having a bad day." you say with a grin. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles, before she rounds the counter to wrap you in her arms.

you hug her tightly, pressing gentle kisses to her hair as she melts into your hold.

"horrible day." she grumbles into your shoulder. you scratch her scalp and she sighs.

"well..." you say. she pulls away from your shoulder to look at you with a smirk. you giggle. "i got a few ideas on how your day could get better." you say. sevika chuckles.

"i can see that." she says as her eyes trail up and down your naked body. you grin.

sevika presses a sweet, loving kiss to your lips. it's all the warning you get before she's tackling you to the floor and flipping you onto your front.

you gasp as you hit the ground. one of sevika's strong hands pull your hips up so she can admire your pussy, while the other keeps your head pinned to the carpet beneath you. you whimper.

"look at this cunt." she grunts behind you, one of her fingers quickly swiping down your slit to gather some of your arousal. you twitch and sevika chuckles, darkly. "you love it, don't you?" she grunts. her thumb starts tracing circles into your clit. "love it when i have a shitty day. love it when i fuck you like a toy, don't you?" she asks again. you choke beneath her.

"like makin' you feel better." you say. sevika groans behind you, one of her hands smacking your ass.

"and you do such a good fuckin' job of it." she grunts as she shoves a finger inside your cunt.

you gasp and twitch beneath her, but she doesn't relent, starting a brutal pace with one finger, quickly adding a second when you start squirming.

she loves seeing you writhe beneath her, loves watching the way your cunt squeezes on her fingers when she pulls them out, like it's desperate for her not to leave. she loves watching your clit slowly grow engorged as she massages your g-spot with her finger tips. she loves watching the wetness slowly gather around her fingers until it's a ring of cream. she loves the way your soft whimpers and gasps quickly turn into long groans and curses and half sentences.

"shit, sev, gimmie your-- fuck!" you squeak as she leans forward to lick at your asshole, her fingers still pounding into you.

she pushes a third finger into your clenching cunt. "what, honey?" she taunts above you. you whimper and gasp and she chuckles, spitting on your winking asshole. "fuck, you're so good for me." she grunts as she bites the flesh of your asscheek.

"sevikaaaa!" you whine.

"yeah honey?" she teases. you pout into the carpet.

"want your cock." you say.

"beg for it." she commands. you shiver beneath her. she chuckles. "y'know you want it. c'mon. tell me how much you need me." your cunt's squelching around her fingers at this point, dripping down her hand and into a puddle on the carpet.

she always makes you beg when she's angry like this. some of it's because she like hearing you beg and whine for her-- it's a good stroke to her ego, and the noises you make get her throbbing in her boxers. most of it is just so she's sure. the last thing sevika ever wants to do to you is hurt you. and when she's angry and got her cock inside you, she loses all control of herself. so she makes you beg. just to be sure.

you have no problem with this. "fuck, sev, please. pleasepleaseplease give me your cock i need it baby. i need it so bad-- you need it too i know you do. don't you want this pussy? c'mon, sev, please!" you whine. sevika sighs and presses one loving kiss to the small of your back. then, she pulls her fingers out and lets go of your hips. you collapse to the carpet beneath you. behind you, you can hear the jingle of sevika's belt buckle coming undone.

she plasters herself over your body, biting your shoulders and shoving her cock between your legs. you whimper and try to rise to give her more room, but she just pushes your hips back down.

"relax." she whispers. her cock is nestled between your thighs, the tip poking at your entrance. you're squriming beneath her, trying to get her inside you.

"sev!" you whine. she chuckles, then sinks her teeth into you as she shoves her cock inside your cunt. "oh, fuck!" you gasp.

she doesn't give you time to adjust, just starts fucking your hot, wet, clenching cunt with deep, hard strokes. "take it." she grunts.

you cum. "sevika!" you shout, your body twitching and shaking beneath her as she plows into your squirting cunt. she shudders.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, this pussy's so good. look at you, honey, squirtin' on my cock-- god you're a slut. fuck, i love you." she grunts as she continues to fuck into you through your orgasm.

she doesn't stop.

she doesn't stop when you start twitching from over stimulation, and she doesn't stop when three minutes later she fucks another orgasm out of you. she doesn't stop biting you, fucking you, groping you with a bruising grip.

she only stops when she gets close, adjusting the arm beside your head and bringing her free hand down to hold your own hand.

you cum the second her hand wraps around your own. sevika groans a long a drawn out "fuck!" as you cum around her cock.

"that's it, baby, there you go, good girl. takin' it so fuckin' well." she babbles. you whimper beneath her, trying to catch your breath as her thrusts slowly inch you across the carpet.

you'll have carpet burns on your tits and stomach tomorrow. it's worth it.

"y' fuck me so good." you say, dreamily. your brain melted out of your ears two orgasms ago, everything you're saying now is just stream of consciousness. "love you. love you love you love you." you say in between her thrusts. sevika grunts above you. "close?" you ask. sevika whimpers. you grin and squeeze your thighs together, clenching your cunt. sevika collapses on top of you, fucking into you like an animal as her teeth sink into your neck.

she's close, shaking and grunting against you, her cock twitching inside you. pinned beneath her like this, you can't reach her to hold her as she gets closer, so you just flip your hand up beneath sevika's and gently rub your thumb over her knuckles. "give it to me, baby." you whisper.

that's all it takes for her. she whimpers and cums, filling you up deliciously as she shakes above you. you moan and grin as she fills you up, giggling at the exhausted little sigh she lets out once she's done.

for a few minutes, the two of you just lay on the carpet, sevika catching her breath on top of you while you relish in the satisfied fucked out feeling spreading throughout your body. with your wife on top of you, you honestly have no where else you'd rather be.

eventually, sevika moves. she releases the bite she had on your throat to press a kiss to the indent of her teeth, then a kiss to your head. you giggle.

"feelin' better?" you ask as she pulls out and clambers off of you. she helps you roll over and stand, then pulls you into a tight hug. you press a kiss against her head and she kisses your neck. she hums happily against you.

"much better." she says. you smile.

she lifts her head up from your shoulder to kiss you properly. you melt against her lips, sighing as her tongue pushes into your mouth. "you're such a good wife." she whispers against your lips. you giggle. she pulls away with a pout. "i'm serious!" she says. you giggle again.

"i know. 's just that i was thinking the same thing about you." you say with a shrug.

sevika smiles bashfully, kissing you once more, before she drags you to the bathroom. "c'mon. wanna take a bath with you." she grunts.

you grin, bringing your intertwined fingers up to your lips to kiss sevika's hand. she blushes.

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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Tiny bit of Monster AU Brainrot-

Malleus calling human Yuu Child of Humans instead of Chile of Men

Human Yuu singing Human by Rag'nBone Man (I have had this idea for way too long)

Human Yuu just minding their business in gym class running laps, and sees Vargas running at them full speed in his monster form for the first time, scaring them so bad that they start haul assing to the woods near the field

Human Yuu starts gushing to Malleus about how cool he is, saying things like, "Your horns are so awesome and beautiful!" and "Your wings look so big! And your tail look so shiny and smooth too! I bet Vil could only dream about having a tail like yours!" (I just wanna shower him with my own endearing praise~)

I’d actually been debating for a while how Malleus would refer to Yuu as the last known human, though “Child of Humans” does sound fitting. /)Ò^Ô I think I'll keep it that way!

As for the song “Human” by Rag’n’Bone Man, I honestly hadn’t heard that song until now and it gives me some interesting ideas on how some monsters may have believed in the past that—according to mythology—most humans were the bad ones and “put the blame on” them for certain things happening the way they did. For the researchers to be looking towards Yuu for answers to things that happened centuries ago, or for those who grew up hating human mythology in general and blaming Yuu for these things…I can imagine it would cause a lot of stress and anxiety even for the calmest and most collected person. Ó^Ò

This could also segway into how the monsters would discover the human penchant to express their emotions in a way that also sends a message, and if someone were to catch wind of Yuu singing this song (or happen to stumble upon it like the Light Music Club did)? Things would likely start taking on a different tone as the monsters realize that Yuu is just as much an innocent who knows nothing of what happened in the past: only that they were alone in the world, and that—like the monsters themselves—humans can make mistakes too.

Of course, being able to share songs that hold a special meaning to Yuu is going to be a magical bonding experience! ÓvÒ/)

Omg, Yuu’s very first day in gym class would have been chaotic 🤣 Let’s see how that first day went down…>3>

Under a read more due to length!

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FWEET!!!

“Alright, everyone, line up! You have one minute to stretch before we begin doing laps around the track.”

Yuu felt small compared to the much larger monster students around them, realizing that some towered nearly nine feet tall. ‘I’m going to get trampled,’ they thought nervously. ‘I’m in a strange world, forced to attend school, and I’m literally going to get trampled by giant humanoid monsters doing PE.’

“Hey, Yuu!” a familiar voice called, snapping them out of their thoughts as they turned to see Ace waving them over. “What are you doing in the middle?”

“Huh? I’m…running…I think?” Yuu replied, feeling self-conscious about the multiple sets of eyes now on them. Glancing at the multiple pairs of hooves and claws, they muttered, “And trying not to get trampled over…”

“Don’t worry, you won’t get trampled underfoot,” came Coach Vargas’ response as he appeared in front of them, gesturing with a large claw to the inner track ring. “Smaller students will start out on the inside and will work their way towards the middle with everyone else. Though seeing as you lack any tail or strong legs like the others, this will be a test for me to see how fast and strong you are as a human. Just keep running, and you’ll do fine. And if you fall behind, I’ll help you keep a good pace!”

Nearby Yuu could hear a couple of students snicker and whisper, “Humans must fall flat on their face all the time without a tail. Just look at those weird legs!”

Whether they meant for Yuu to hear them or not wasn’t clear, but before they could think of a retort, they jumped when the coach blew the whistle again. “Stretches are over—get into position!” he bellowed, Yuu immediately scurrying over to join the other smaller students. “On your mark…get set…GO!!”

FWEEEET!!

In an instant, most of the monster students took off, most galloping on all fours while others somehow kept pace on two legs before the rest of the students followed suit. Yuu did okay at first, keeping pace behind a large eared faun with violet hair easily enough. But by the time they came close to finishing the first lap they’d fallen far behind, forced to stick as close to the edge of the track as possible even as a literal stampede of students charged past them.

‘Just keep running,’ they thought, feeling their cheeks burn with embarrassment as the students that mocked them earlier ran past with cackles of amusement. ‘I just gotta keep running…’

Rrrrrrr….

‘Just keep running, just keep running, running, running,’ Yuu chanted in their mind, keeping their eyes on the student in front of them as a pacer as they finished their second lap. ‘What do we do? We run, run, ru-’

“Gah! Not again!” someone yelped, running past them like a scared rabbit. A moment later the student they were following glanced over his shoulder, his eyes growing wide in pure fear and panic as he too ran faster. What was going on…?

“Rrrrrr…rrrAAAWOOOH!”

Hearing the bellowing roar and the shredding of fabric behind them, Yuu’s head whipped around to see Coach Vargas’ frame grow larger, fur covering every inch of his body as his face pushed out to form a distinctly canine-like snout while his arms grew into massive, long clawed paws. They’d wondered what sort of bear-like monster the coach was, but now they realized that—like Professor Crewel and Professor Trein—he was a werebeast…a werebear.

Charging straight FOR THEM!?!?!

“Oh, Sugar Honey Iced Tea!!!!” Yuu screamed, flat out bolting the moment the transformed coach began to charge after them. They couldn’t let him bite them—they didn’t want to be a werebear!! “Shit shit shit shit SHIT!!! AAAAAAAA-!!!!”

Students that had passed by them before now squawked as Yuu passed them, Yuu’s shoes pounding against the compact rubber ground while their heart hammered in their chest. Blood thundering in their ears, they didn’t hear the others calling their name as they bolted off the track, running full speed into the forest. All they could hear was the earth-shaking steps of the massive werebear charging after them, his growls and roars urging them to run faster and faster until—

/Sometime later/

“Can someone please explain to me why the human is stuck in a tree?” Professor Trein asked, Lucius giving a low growl to match his master’s scowl.

“They climbed up the tree on their own! Honestly, I’ve never seen any student run or climb so fast during PE.”

Tilting his head back to look up into the tree, Crowley heaved a tired sigh as he spotted Yuu’s terrified face barely peeking over the large branch they’d wrapped themselves around. They hadn’t moved an inch since he arrived, their eyes locked onto the coach with a ‘thousand-yard stare’ and knuckles turning white. “Did you even warn them of your particular training style?” the headmaster asked, though he had a feeling he knew the answer.

“I told them that if they fell behind, I would help them keep their pace,” came the response. “They’ve exceeded my initial expectations and even surpassed a few of their fellow runners!”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure it was an impressive sight to see, and I admire your dedication to ensuring students get the most out of their exercise. That, however, doesn’t explain how we’re supposed to get what is quite literally the last living fragile human down from the tree before they get hurt.”

“Ah…right. Don’t worry, I’ll get them down! It’s been a while since I last pulled a tree out by the roots. Maybe I can shake them out?”

“Fragile, Ashton! Fragile!” Crewel growled out.

In the end, the staff somehow managed to get Yuu safely down on the ground. It took Crewel’s reassurances that—no—Coach Vargas doesn’t bite the students during his “encouragement runs” and that—no—it is highly unlikely that Yuu would even become a werebeast if they had been bitten by accident. Needless to say, Yuu was given a pass from Vargas running behind them in his werebear form, and he made a bit more of an effort to keep pace with them in his normal humanoid form to encourage them.

Of course, that didn’t necessarily mean that the rest of the students were safe if he caught them falling behind!

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Pfft…yeah, it went about as well as you’d expect when being chased by a bear. 😂 At least now they know that they can outrun him, and the other monster students got to witness the magic of human adrenaline in action! 0v0

Malleus interacting with Yuu…I can imagine that—as a dragon monster—he would sympathize with Yuu’s situation as much as Vil in how few both their species were. Perhaps that’s what first drew him to interact with them the first night he realized that Ramshackle was no longer an empty tomb—but rather, a sanctuary to protect something precious.

And precious they were, as with each interaction he had with them, the more he grew fond of Yuu’s strange human ways. Their admiration for him was tempered by pure, innocent curiosity as they speak. Each question they ask, he obliges with an amused smile or allows them a chance to touch his wings and horns. Each praise they sang to him filled him with warmth, freely allowing their hands to glide over the feathers of his wings or brush against the scales of his tail.

His mirth and amusement grew when they began to compare his beauty with Vil’s own, seeing their eyes light up with each new discovery or flicker of power he showed them. He may have grown used to hearing Sebek’s praise, though there was something endearing hearing a fabled human compliment him as though he were the only dragon fae monster in the world…and perhaps he was.

At least in that regard, he would be content to share this companionship with his Child of Humans.

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[ladylooch]

What's It Gonna Be? [Mack X David]

A/N: The ask for this blurb disappeared.... what is up with inboxes right now? My stuff disappears on the reg. Idk maybe it is too full. ANYWAYS, the original ask was something along the lines of: When is the next time David and Mack interact after the kiss. So here it is...

The day after their kiss is the first time she hears from Davey outside of a Lucie and Connor interaction. 

Mack is running on the treadmill in her building gym, just about to hit her highest ascent before beginning her cool down. She startles at Siri beginning to read off an unknown number into her AirPods, then her robotic voice shrills out “Hi Mackncheese.” Mack grabs the edges of the treadmill to stay upright. She slaps the stop button, then gradually lets the treadmill die off. 

You decide yet honey 🍯

Mack’s breathing is labored from her 4 mile run along with her surprise at hearing from him. How did he even get her number? She pushes her sweaty hair back into her ponytail, then grabs her phone. She opens her messages, reading his texts over again as a bubble signals he has more to say. She waits, anticipation clinging to her skin like sweat.

Would be so good to ya...

Mack absentmindedly grazes her lips with the tips of her fingers. His kiss left her discombobulated and speechless last night. She has little doubt that David Carlson knows how to treat a woman in the way he is insinuating. But he doesn't need to know that.

You’re confident of that? Mack decides to type back.

The bubble pops up again. 

Wanna play show and tell? All you gotta do is say yes.

Mack smiles down at her phone as she gets off the treadmill. She missteps and falls down. From her back, she closes her eyes in deep embarrassment. Good lord, this man has her all out of sorts. She needs to get her shit together. From her resting place, she sends him a single Emoji: 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hey, I'll take it for today. It’s not a no.

He has sent one text a day since then, all with the same sexy inquisitiveness. Now, it’s Wednesday and Mack finds herself scrolling back into those messages, scanning them over again while lounging on Lucie and Connor's couch.

Make up your mind yet baby? Bed is getting mighty lonely.

You still got that bikini from your Maldives article? Would love to see it in person.

When do you wanna come over? Got this great spot for you to sit on… 

Mackncheese, your time is running out. What have you decided?

The last one was from today and Mack still doesn’t have an answer for him. She is still attempting to catch up with these new feelings for him. She’s tried to reason the feelings away, insist they aren’t there, smother them out, but nothing is working. She finally had to come to the conclusion that they were real and she needed to sort them out before anything went further. 

David is everything Mack thought she hated in men. He is decisive, rugged, fights people on the ice, sarcastic as hell, and his endless teasing makes her eye twitch on the regular. She likes soft men. Men who read poetry and appreciate the arts and don’t mind sitting in a coffee shop for hours on end. David always has to be doing something. He’s either running around with Stella or helping Lucie in the kitchen or looking over Mack’s shoulder while she tries to formulate the outline for her next article. He’s too much and worst of all, he never lets Mack fade into the background when he is around. 

This would never work. 

Except, he’s the only one who sees her, clearly and unflinchingly. 

“Auntie? Can I have McDonald’s for dinner?” Mack blinks to come out of her thoughts.

“Your mom has chicken nuggets for you.”

“Yeah, gluten free.” Stella whines. “I want the crispy ones from McDonald’s.” Mack looks at her standing there, contemplating. Lucie didn’t say they couldn’t go out for dinner. She just said there was chicken nuggets in the freezer. If Mack’s being honest, McDonald’s chicken nuggets with buffalo and ranch sound really good.

“Only if you say I’m your favorite aunt.”

“You’re my favorite aunt.”

“You like me better than Uncle Lee?”

“No!” Stella laughs, then bites her lip, little shoulders quaking up and down. 

“What! You are such a stinker, Stell!” Mack laughs. 

“He brings McDonalds without me asking. Just shows up with it!” 

“We call that a suck up. He is buying your love.”

“And it’s working.” Mack claps her hand over her chest and howls with laughter. Stella is such a hoot. She always knows how to make Mack laugh.

“Let’s go sassy pants. Get some boots on, it was snowing earlier.”

Mack and Stella bundle up for the three walk block down the street to grab french fries, chicken nuggets, and a Sprite for each of them. Mack opens the door to let them out. They both startle when they see a tall figure on the other side of the door, fist raised, poised to knock. Stella catches on first.

“Davey!” Stella yells excitedly, launching into him. She headbutts him directly in the junk and he coughs out in pain. 

“Ooo. Hi Stell.” He says tightly, hand coming to grip himself over his zipper. “Ow.” He hisses air in through his teeth.

“Maybe you shouldn’t hover in people’s doorways.” Mack shrugs, stepping out of the apartment. She turns with the key, flipping the lock then turns back to the hallway. Mack gasps at how tightly David is crowding her space. She has to tilt her head all the way back to see his face.

“Got an answer for me?” He whispers, lips poised only a foot from her lips. She drags her top teeth over bottom lip. Her chest puffs out, feeling dizzy at the assault of his scent and masculine energy hovering over her.

“Is that why you’re here?” She wonders.

“No, I’m here to watch Stell.” He smirks, thinking it's cute that she thinks he came up to bug her.

“I’m here watching Stell? Lucie and Connor left an hour ago.” He furrows his brows in confusion, mustache pursing out with his top lip. He tilts his head to the side.

“Oh…” He trails off, then looks over his shoulder at Stella. “I guess you win again, Mackncheese.” 

“What? A night of watching TV dictated by a child? Lucky me.” He chuckles. 

“Over-under on how many times you’re watching the Little Mermaid?”

“I’m taking the under.” She laughs, then puts the keys in her purse. David shoves his hands in his worn, jean pockets, still not giving her much space. He is dressed in an olive green sweater that highlights the deepness of his emerald eyes.

“Where you going?” He asks.

“McDonalds!!!” Stell yells, coming back up to them. “You can come with us!”

“Oh… he probably has other-"

“Sweet! What are we getting?!” David answers before Mack can finish. She sighs heavily. Now that Stella is involved, there is no way David is not coming.

“Chicken nuggets!”

“Chicken nuggets?! Is that all you eat!? Gonna stunt your growth? Gonna be like the little runt piglets on my farm."

“Yeah!” She cheers, then slides her little hand in his big paw. “Go, go, go!”

She forces her body almost completely forward trying to pull him. He grips her tighter to keep her upright, then begins to walk. Mack stands there, dumbfounded at what is happening. How does he get invited along to everything? She watches her niece skip excitedly down to the elevator with David, admiring the way his strong arm easily supports and monitors every leap of Stella into the air. When she stumbles once, he catches her completely, like a constant safety net.They’re all the way to the elevator before they notice she isn’t with them.

“What’s it gonna be Mack?” David asks.

Mack knows he is talking about more than this McDonald’s run.

#mackdavid au #we are going to build on this

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Can't Trust A Supe

Part 5: No Running Away

Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of death and killing.

 As much as I hated it, I had to cling to Homelander. I trusted him about as far as I could throw him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hid my eyes from the sight of the ground. He chuckled and patted my back. 

         He took us just a few floors down and knocked on the glass. I could only see our reflection in the shine of the window. I wanted to vomit when I saw how pathetic and small I looked clinging to him like this. Soon enough the window is opened by a man in training shorts. It was some kind of gym I think. As soon as Homelander's feet touched the mat covered floor I pulled from him. His grip was too strong and I ended up flailing helplessly restrained by his one arm. He set me down as he scanned the room. Completely ignoring the man who let him in. 

        "You are going to love her." He said as he walked across the gym as if he owns it. "Maeve!" He calls. 

        He was going to introduce me to Queen Maeve? Isn't he scared I'm going to beg for help or try to run? Is he delusional enough to think I'm going along with this happily or confident enough to know I won't try it? My stomach was already in knotts but when Maeve stepped out the knott only got worse. She was my favorite as a kid. Which as I got older I realized was because I had a major crush on her. I was under no illusion though, she was still the enemy. She is Homelander's friend, his confidant, if he even has those things. Maybe she hates him like I do, maybe they all do? I don't see how anyone could like him.

        "Hey? Who's this?" She asked as she looked down at me. Homelander held his hands behind his back and stood up straight and smiled. 

         "Could you clear the room?" Homelander asked as he looked at the men who were stretching on the floor. He looked at them like he was disgusted. Maeve looked over at the men

        "Hit the showers guys. We are done for today." The men got up and left and soon it was just the three of us. Homelander seemed pleased and nodded.

         "This is my daughter, Simone. Diana is her mother, you remember Diana don't you? Tall gorgeous blonde from the labs?" He said this like he was bragging to her almost. It was very confusing. She looked horrified.

         "She's your what?"

         "My daughter Maeve, keep up. 

         "With Diana from the lab? The one who left you for Alphonse Bishop?" I wasn't sure if she was actually trying to understand or if she was trying to show him how crazy he sounded in a way that wouldn't get us all killed. 

          Homelander's chest puffed up just a little as he shifted In his spot. He was mad just at the mention of my father's name. 

          "Yes, that Diana." He said shortly. She looked me up and down with an empathic expression. I wonder if she knew what Homelander actually did that day at my family's compound. 

          "John…" She said his name soft like it was a secret. "Why do you think that is your kid and not, you know her husband's?" Homelander's upper lip twitched and he tightened his hold on his own hands behind his back. For a second I thought he was going to hit her. His face changed so quickly it was almost eerie. He just smiled and held his hand out as if he was presenting me. 

      "Just look at her, does she look like that slob Alphonse?" 

      "I mean she kinda just looks like Diana. Alphonse was blonde as well. You can't always tell who a kid's dad is just by looking at them. Where are her… where are her guardians, Homelander?" She asked like he was a child. Like she was scared he did something he knew he shouldn't have. He looks less pleased with her. 

      "I didn't kill anyone Maeve. I found her in this horrible homeless shelter. She came along totally willingly, she was thankful even." This of course was a complete lie. He put his arm around me and grabbed my shoulder. "Right kido?" He asks as he kisses the top of my head. No amount of showers will ever make me feel clean again after that. 

       "Yeah of course." I say through gritted teeth. I wasn't very convincing. He tightened his grip on my already sore shoulder and it takes everything in me not to let my knees buckle in pain. What else could I do? Maeve was a smart lady she had to be able to tell I didn't mean it. 

       "You think Homelander is your dad?" She asks and I wonder if she is just playing along as well. I nodded quickly as his grip only tightened on me.

        "Of course I do. Look at our chins, we both have a dimple." I say with a smile. This seemed to make him happy because he stopped his assault on my shoulder and opted to just pull me closer to him. 

       Maeve looked at our faces for a second. I couldn't tell if she was studying them to see the nonexistent similarities or if she was just in complete disbelief. 

        "Who am I to argue with you guys but don't you think a blood test would be the next step? Just to make sure." She said as she crossed her arms as she looked at me. I can't explain it but it was like she was trying to reassure me. Trying to tell me she knows he's crazy. 

         "Well Maeve, if we do the blood test and it turns out she's not my sweet little girl then I'm going to have to kill her, because she'd be the daughter of a ruthless killer. It would be like killing Diana all over again and I don't want to have to do that. You know how traumatizing that was for me." I couldn't help but want to cry as he spoke. I knew I wasn't his kid and what if he wised up and realized it himself and just decided to kill me out of the blue. I was more mad than anything though. He had the audacity to claim that he was traumatized by my mother's death that he caused. 

       Maeve looked down at me with almost sorrowful eyes. She bit at her lip nervously. She wanted to say so much more but knew she couldn't. 

        "No, I imagine you wouldn't want that Homelander." She says as she forces a smile. "You are going to have to tell Stillwell about her. You know that right?" Homelander waved his hand at her dismissively 

         "Oh don't worry about Stillwell. I'll tell her soon enough. I think she's going to be happy for me." He says as he looks down at me with a big grin. I wanted to curl up inside of my body and die. 

       The door opens and one of the men from earlier pokes his head out. Before he can even say anything Maeve is already trying to get him out. 

         "I'll be there soon. Keep the water warm." She says in a commanding tone. If I wasn't so scared for my life I might have liked it. The man nods and closes the door back. "Homelander I'm happy you are sharing this with me but why are you telling me about this? I mean you had to have guessed I'd be worried, or not understand." 

           "I just wanted you to know because she's going to be living with me and I was even thinking about trying to get her a spot as a sidekick or something. I just didn't want to dump it on you all at once. I know how overwhelmed you can get." 

         Maeve took a deep breath. Likely trying to calm herself down.

        "You want her to be a sidekick? She is a supe?" She asks in disbelief. Homelander nods proudly. 

        "She sure is. Diana called her ability anatomy kinesis. It can get pretty technical but the gist is She can see through human bodies and control them straight down to the cells. She has x-ray powers just like her old man. Blue glowing eyes and all." The joy and pride in his voice would almost be sweet in any other situation. It seemed like Maeve almost believed him now. 

      "She can? That would be incredible for the medical community. Think of all the people she could help with a power like that." 

        "Forget the medical stuff. She can snap a guy clean in half. She can kill someone without even touching them! Bring out one of your men. She will show you." He spoke as if he was asking for a glass of water and not to end someone's life. 

       "No no Homelander I believe you. It's okay really." Maeve says as her eyes widen fearfully. 

        "Yeah I don't really like to do that kind of-" I try to interject but he stops me. 

         "No come on, show your auntie Maeve what you can do, buttercup." He sounded so supportive about senseless murder it was nauseating. He pinched my cheek playfully with his gloved hand. I wondered if he was just messing with us. He had to be, this was all just a sick game to him. My stomach was doing flips as I tried to pull away from him again. He pinched down on my cheek harder and I let out a yelp. 

          "You are hurting her!" Maeve exclaimed as she took a step closer like she might try to stop him. He turned to her, his eyes Burning red. 

          "I said go get one of your men, Maeve. She's going to show you what she tried to do to me last night." There it was. This was my punishment for trying to kill him. He continued to pinch and pull at my cheek as he scowled down at me, his eyes still red, threatening to kill us both on the spot. 

          "Okay okay just stop I'll get someone." It was almost a beg. She went to the bathroom to collect one of her men. I was in a pretty bad situation but this had to be hard for her as well. How well did she know these guys? How was she going to pick one to die? 

          Homelander let go of my cheek and rubbed it softly with the back of his hand. His eyes stopped the laser show and went back to blue.

          "If you just listen I won't have to hurt you Simone. It breaks my heart to see you cry like that but you need some discipline in your life." He says in a condescending yet soft tone. I hadn't even realized I started crying. He brushes the rogue tears away as Maeve comes back out with one or her men in just a towel. 

         I was desperate I didn't want to do this. I knew I couldn't talk my way out of it. I only had one trick I thought might work. I hugged Homelander as tight as I could. I think It took him by surprise because he held both his hands out like he wasn't sure if he should touch me. 

         "Please please don't make me! I'm so scared! It's horrible I can't!" I cried out putting on the water works just for him. I hated begging but there is no better reason to beg than for someone else's life. My chin rested on his chest so he could look down at my red, puffy, tear soaked face. Maybe he would feel bad for me but more likely he'd just be disgusted at my face like this and want me to get off him. Either way worked for me.

        He put his arms around me and rocked us both side to side slowly. He shushed me softly before moving his big gloved hands to cup my face. He leaned down and held my face close to his. He had a soft empathic smile. From this distance just mere inches from one another my suspicions were confirmed, his eyes really were just as soulless as he was. 

        "I said do it." He said his empathic smile fell in an instant as he turned my head to face the man next to meave. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she might cry herself. The man looked so scared but much like us, he knew not to try and run. There was no running away, not from Homelander.

#billy butcher #homelander #the boys #fanfic #hughie campbell #oc stuff #frenchie #mothers milk #the female #platonic yandere #yandere homelander #queen maeve

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Let’s Get Physical (Part 1)

Viktor/F!Reader || 1.8k || Modern!AU + Gym!AU || SFW (for now!)

A beefy gal looking for a better place to workout, your friend Jayce invites you over to his home gym. He offers you everything you could ever want: great equipment, great company, and a ridiculously hot roommate that might just hate you. 

A/N: Was this (loosely) a request? Yes. Is this about to be wildly self indulgent? Also yes. Last thing: tytyty @sweatandwoe for providing the header that’s absolutely not jayce. nope. not at all.

It starts simply, as most things do, with a text.

Your phone pings from somewhere in the mess of your bed, and you fish it out to find an unexpected name lighting up the screen.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:03pm]: Hey! This is kind of random, but Caitlyn told me that you’re not happy with your current gym situation. I get it! Those big gyms are always full of creeps haha! I have a pretty great set up at home and I promise I’m not a creep, so if you’re ever interested in working out together, it’d be cool to have you over. Let me know sometime!

He’s a friend of a friend—just an acquaintance to you—but Jayce has always seemed like a good guy. Truthfully, you’ve always wanted to get to know him better. Met him multiple times through your friend group, and your mutual interest in fitness clearly aligned, but somehow the opportunity to grow your friendship kept slipping through your fingers. Never the right time.

Until now.

You’d give anything to have a more private space to work out in without the prying eyes of men who, at best, stare through your squat set or, at worst, ‘just want to help’ by approaching unsolicited about your lifting form or your workout plan. Assholes, the lot of them. You know what you’re doing and you’re sick of being treated otherwise. Sick of paying to be uncomfortable and skipping workouts out of dread.

It’s a bonus that you’d get to spend more time with Jayce. He has a stellar reputation, known for being a supportive, giving person and pretty hilarious to drink with. Nobody’s ever called him a creep, even drunk, and it makes you feel even better knowing that he has a girlfriend too.

You don’t hesitate to respond.

[5:05pm] Hi!! Not random at all, thank you for offering :) If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to take you up on that. I’ve always wanted a workout buddy and a home setup sounds way better than where I’m at now.

Hitting send is the easiest thing you’ve done all day.

The hardest is waiting for him to respond.

It’s not immediate, letting your excitement slowly sour into anxiety. Maybe he thought you’d say no? Maybe you shouldn’t have sounded so eager? Did he think you were desperate?

You might be.

Just a little bit. 

You’re not particularly interested in joining the women’s boxing gym with Cait and Vi, which up until now has been your only decent alternative. Nothing against them! But it’s expensive, and a good lifting to cardio ratio has always been your preference. 

About twenty five minutes later, the text tone sounds in your lap and his name finally lights up the lock screen again. You scramble to unlock it.  

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:24pm]: Short notice, but would you want to come tonight? I’m thinking around 7.

Before you could move your fingers to respond, another text came through.

[Jayce (Talis?), 5:24pm]: Vi might come too. Not 100% sure yet.

Playing it cool, you force yourself to wait a few minutes. All of which is spent staring at the message, formulating the perfect casual response. You settle on:

[5:30pm] Sounds great! Tell me where to go and I’ll be there :)

An hour and a half later, you find yourself dressed to sweat, pulling up to the address he’d sent. 

It’s a well-kept house in a pretty nice neighborhood. Not far from you either—about twenty minutes when the traffic’s light. Bigger than you expected, definitely, with two cars in the driveway. 

Neither of which belong to Vi.

You pick one to park behind and, as you kill the engine, consider that it would’ve been more polite to park on the street instead.

“Oh well,” you sigh, rife with nervous energy. Too late.

He’s seen you.

It’s not as if you could sneak up on him. The garage door is wide open, giving you a distant glimpse of the ‘great set-up’ he promised. Of him, with a huge, welcoming grin and an enthusiastic wave after he sets down two colossal dumbbells on the floor, thickly padded out over the concrete slab. He’s wearing the shortest neon shorts you’ve ever seen on a man, but hey, to each their own. Certainly makes his thighs look like tree trunks, if that’s what he’s going for.

His breezy, upbeat demeanor is contagious. You feel the part of you that is thrilled for the opportunity take control, practically bounding up the driveway, gym bag slung over your shoulder, to greet him. Your smile brightens; you feel it keenly in your cheeks as you wave back.

“Hey, welcome!” he says, meeting you at the wide open threshold. Hardly a bead of sweat on his brow—yet.

“Good to see you, Jayce! I really appreciate the invite.”

He goes in for a casual hug, like you’ve known each other for years—plural. Not just one and some change as two ships passing. “No problem,” he grins, giving you a good-natured squeeze. “Happy to share.”

You return it easily, pleased to be treated like a familiar friend, before you’re rocking back on cushioned heels and peering around his broad frame. Curious to see, and there was a lot to take in.

From first glance alone, this man owns two mid-line treadmills, a water rower, and a decidedly ridiculous range of benches and weights. Kettlebells, dumbbells, weight plates—you name it, he has it. Not to mention the fully mirrored wall and a sound system you can faintly hear, turned down in the background. Remixed pop music, very dynamic and bass-heavy. The iron-grated industrial fan was a pleasant touch too, grateful for it already in the lingering summer heat.

“You really weren’t lying… This is pretty extensive.” 

Not to mention, expensive.

“You think so? It’s been a work in progress for a while.”

“I mean, is there anything you don’t have?” you gawk, stepping clear around him to stand side by side.

The smell hits you, then, of rubber and metal and some lemony-scented cleaner. Refreshing, if only because it’s nothing like the humid scent of stale sweat you’ve grown accustomed to. It’s still cluttered from the sheer variety of equipment, but everything has its place—like a well kept sanctuary, you can tell. 

Jayce sounds almost sheepish, all in that nervous little laugh that skitters out of him as he says, “Well, uh, I still haven’t installed the TRX straps yet. Need to find a strong enough anchor point in the wall, y’know? And I’ve been meaning to recalibrate—”

But you’ll hear nothing of it.

“Stop that, I was kidding!” You give his barrelling arm a well-meaning nudge of your shoulder, offering a smile meant to reassure. “This is seriously incredible, you’ve curated a lot of great equipment. What’s the membership fee? I’m pretty interested in joining.”

His shoulders relax, though you hadn’t noticed until then how tense he is. 

It’s surprising that he isn’t more confident in the space he’s offering. Makes you wonder who or what he could possibly be comparing it to. 

Probably some rich, frivolous influencer with a home gym and handful of sponsorships.

Which checks out, knowing Jayce stays active on his socials. He’s always posting videos of his workouts and very stereotypical mirror flexes, though you try not to judge him for it. It’s not from a place of douchebaggery—he’s just having fun with it. 

Maybe you’ll be brave enough to post one some day, too.

Jayce nudges you back, taking a step inside that invites you to follow. “It’s free if you’re nice and always put your weights back when you’re done with them. Helping me clean is negotiable, but I’d appreciate it.” 

Easy enough and very generous. You could probably stand to grab him coffee or take out from time to time, as a thank you. 

“My only hard and fast rule is no heavy barbells without a spotter, but otherwise I’m not worried. Cait gave me the impression that you know what you’re doing.”

“Wait… Then who spots you?” you wonder aloud, looking at the conical rack of weight plates—as small as two and a half, all the way up to fifty pounds. “If you lift as heavy as I think you do, I definitely won’t be able to save you from getting crushed, sorry.”

“It’s cool,” he shrugs, “Vi has that covered when she comes by.” 

When you look back toward the driveway, as if she might pull up at any moment, that uneasy edge creeps back into his voice. “Oh, yeah, by the way… She’s actually not coming tonight. Something about dinner plans, I think. Did you, uh, still want to stay though?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” you ask, finally noticing a characteristic of his body language that is, well, interesting. 

It’s the way his shoulders aren’t tense, but hunched to the effect that he seems smaller, if that’s even possible. Non-threatening, you realize, and it clicks just how much Caitlyn must’ve said about your bad experiences with men at the gym.

He really is a sweetheart. His girlfriend is very lucky.

“I dunno… I just thought you’d be more comfortable if she was here.”

“That’s really considerate, Jayce, but I’m fine. More than fine. I’m really excited for this and feeling pretty good about it.” You drop your bag on the floor for emphasis that, ‘yes, I am staying, no getting rid of me now,’ in a spot that’s hopefully out of the way. “Can I have the new member tour now?”

“Awesome, let’s do it,” he says, clapping his hands together in that oh-so-familiar, now endearing, gym bro sort of manner. “Oh uh, yeah! We can start with where to actually put your stuff.”

That’s how you find out in quick order that you’ll want for nothing here. You can cancel your old membership without an ounce of regret. Everything you need is in that garage—great equipment, great company, and twenty-four hour access, though you aren’t one to pump iron at three in the morning.

All that, and more still. 

You hadn’t known before, but Jayce has a personal training certification that he got some years back. He mentions it in passing, as if it’s no big deal. Offers to help you plan workouts to meet your goals if you want, but no pressure. 

You’re going to take him up on it, of course. Time permitting.

Throughout the workout with Jayce, inclines on the treadmill and an intense leg day—or rather, evening—with weights interspersed, you start to wonder what part of this is too good to be true.

You come up short by the time it’s dark and you, drenched in sweat and sore to the bone, are leaving with the promise to come back soon and his garage code stored in your phone.

But you see something then, as you stand at your open car door. Right out of the corner of your eye as you wave a final goodbye to Jayce, the garage door slowly rolling closed over his bright, sweaty, smiling face. Something you aren’t sure what to think about, but you know what you saw. It’s not your imagination.

The blinds on a dimly lit far window snaps shut as you move to get into your car. Not fast enough to escape your notice, though you see no more movement after that. Just a steady glow from the windows, washing the white stucco siding in shades of warm yellow light.

It reminds you of the reason you came here in the first place.

You hate feeling watched.

#arcane #viktor #viktor x reader #viktor x f!reader #arcane viktor #arcane fanfiction #reader insert #my writing #listen i hear you i know he's not in it yet #i promise The Scenarios are coming next #i thrive on cliffhanger-y set ups #also i WILL be having fun with this don't take it too seriously

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THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MEL @melverie !!!!! <333

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

My grandma!

02 - When was the last time you cried?

...this morning in the car SHDJFJ i cry a lot anyway but i was thinking too deeply about Jack's Song by Cavetown this time HAHA

03 - Do you have kids?

Please gaze upon my darling children

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I started playing basketball when I was about 10, but I haven't played since I was about 17? Not for any particular reason, I just haven't found anywhere I can play at (haven't looked much either LOL) this is making me wanna look into it again though :,D

Briefly played softball for about a year in high school, it was fun! I also enjoy cycling but I dont do that a whole lot. Did a bit of boxing during the singular year I had a gym membership, and learnt that I hate arm exercises with a passion but I love getting to kick things :D I'm also a freak, a weirdo even, who likes running hahaha

This is making me sound fit but unfortunately I spend 90% of my free time drawing fictional men so I don't do a whole lot of sport... ever......

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

NOT REALLY but people seem to think so sometimes? I don't know why lol

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

I dont, Im really unobservant HAHAH

The exception would be if someone has a really striking or unique feature

07 - What's your eye color?

Dark brown

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I'm a baby i can't do scary movies :,))

09 - Any talents?

At last I can talk about my one true hidden talent, doing a Mort impression

Is it a good impression? I have no idea, but I can do it

10 - Where were you born?

Oman! The only country in the world that starts with the letter O!

11 - What are your hobbies?

Drawing, shockingly, is the main one, but I also enjoy animation and clay sculpting! I recently got into plush making, I really wanna learn how to sew properly so I can make Belphie's big human world outfit jacket for myself lol

I needle felt and crochet sometimes but those are really time consuming and take forever so Im never patient enough to pick them up for long lol

At this stage I would also consider my general zine shenanigans to be a hobby too, I can't get enough of these silly things

12 - Do you have any pets?

Okay I'm gonna talk about them fr now so meet Pepper and Chilli <3333

This is Pepper, shes my darling little angel who could do no wrong, she's graceful and beautiful and way too smart for her own good and I love her so much <333

And this is Pepper's son, Chilli, whom you could never tell was her son if you weren't told cause he's nothing like her. He's very clumsy and not very smart but he's very cute and handsome so it makes up for it and I love him very much too <33

Not a single thought behind those eyes

13 - How tall are you?

Like 176 cm? Which I think is around 5'9 or so?

14 - Favourite subject in school?

If we ignore art LOL I enjoyed english quite a bit! I know apparently the big draw of math is that there's only ever 1 answer but I'm not a logic brained person so I don't like that very much. I'm a certified bullshitter, I like being able to say whatever I want as long as I can justify it

15 - Dream job?

To draw anime boys all day...

If I was to be realistic though I think a job where I can use art and be creative but in a way that doesn't take the fun out of regular art would be ideal? I don't know what that looks like though

Or something with animals

***

I shall tag @aspiringtrashpanda, @kawree and @featheredcrowbones no pressure ofc lol

#tag game #THANK U AGAIN MEL <3333

[hardstraykidshours]

[10:57 pm] - [scb]

pairing: changbin x afab!reader (afab anatomy only very briefly mentioned)

genre: smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 534

warnings: profanity, suggestive/sexual content, exercising, implied shower sex, implied semi-public sex, afab reader (anatomy only briefly mentioned), nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

"remind me again how this is remotely enjoyable?" you pant, trying to catch your breath as sweat drips down your forehead.

"don't you feel your adrenaline pumping? all your stress and worries just floating away?" changbin asks as he reaches down to grab the weights for another deadlift. naturally, he's barely breaking a sweat.

"no. no, i don't. not at all," you respond, not even trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.

when changbin asked you this morning if you wanted to go the gym with him tonight, it sounded like a great idea at the time. you had been meaning to start up a more regular exercise routine, and he always went late at night when no one else was there, so it sounded like a win-win. plus, you'll take any excuse to spend more time with him.

now that you're at the gym, it seems significantly less like a good idea. he seems to be having a grand old time while you're over here sweating your ass off. you decide to just call it a night. you sit down on one of the workout benches to wait for him to be done.

'can't wait to be so sore tomorrow,' you groan internally as you glance around the room, eyes landing on your boyfriend.

your mind quickly changes gears, and you almost immediately forget about how miserable you were a second ago when you see how his muscles flex as he lifts those weights.

you get lost in a trance, your eyes dancing across every single part him, mind wandering to what he looks like looming over you in bed and basically every other unholy thought you could imagine.

you involuntarily lick your lips, and changbin catches you staring. after his last rep, he sets the weights down and walks towards you to grab the water bottle sitting at your feet.

"not hating the gym so much now, are ya?" he teases before taking a sip of water.

you shake your head, trying to hide the redness growing in your cheeks. you're desperate to change the subject. "i don't know what you're talking about. ya ready to go home?"

a sly smirk starts forming on changbin's face.

"not quite," he says, an undertone of seduction dances through his statement. he starts quickly looking around the gym to make sure you're alone before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the locker rooms.

"where are we going?" you ponder, curious as to what's going through his head.

"well, seeing as we have the gym to ourselves, i thought we could take a quick shower," he winks at you.

you immediately realize what his idea is, and arousal shoots through you like electricity. you follow him into the men's locker room, and you both immediately start stripping. you glance and see changbin is already rock hard, making the wetness between your legs grow. the smell of each other's sweat and arousal starts to permeate through the air of the small locker room as changbin slides the shower curtain open.

"after you," he says, arm reaching out to lead you into the shower.

maybe you do like the gym after all.

#changbin smut #changbin imagines #changbin x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #changbin #stray kids #changbin fanfic #stray kids fanfic #afab reader #changbin timestamps #stray kids timestamps #timestamps #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: dancing with minho

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Do you have any soft non-angsty headcanons for any clones?

I do!

Soft headcanons I firmly believe in:

Dogma loves the sound of rain. While on Kamino, if he had a bad day, he and Tup would go out and watch the rain and it would help soothe him down

Tup absolutely hates doing his hair. He loves the feel of it and having it but man is it a pain sometimes and so he got Dogma to learn how to help him style it and this was another technique that Dogma used to relax himself

Fox is obsessed with blueberry muffins. He ate one from Senator Riyo and it was game over. He has his own little black market going on to get those muffins

Rex loves tea. Obi-Wan always sends Anakin tea but Anakin hates it so he gave it to Rex once and After seeing how much Rex likes it, he’ll always send the teas his way

Wolffe loves to prank his brothers and will do so anytime he’s near them. People never assume it’s him though because he’s so straight-faced which he uses to his advantage

Cody loves to watch the sunrise and sunset. It’s why he has a sun painted on his armor. The first time he saw it, he couldn’t stop staring at the beauty of what a sun is. He makes sure on every campaign to be up early to never miss a sunrise

Gree didn’t always like the color green or if nature but after working with Luminara and then Yoda, he came to appreciate the beauty of what nature holds. After the war, he would go hiking on any planet he could

Fives and Echo eat bugs 💀 they saw Anakin do it once and decided to try it if only to freak Rex out but then it actually turned out good and now they share Anakin’s weird taste in bugs

Thorn is a sucker for rom-com movies. One of the senators had it playing in their office while he was guarding them and he couldn’t not watch. He signs up to guard that Senator more than any other person so he can keep watching the rom-coms and after the war, he drags Fox along to watch them with him at the actual theaters to Fox’s dismay

Bly likes to draw. A-17 taught him how after a trainer showed him and Bly could never stop. He’ll draw all the places he’s been to on his free time and on some occasions, even do portraits of his men and his General

Jesse loves to dance! After ARC training, he took more time to learn dancing versus his usual bar moves for the 79s and is quite well-versed. After the war, he started up his own business to teach others

Kix is a fanatic of food shows and he’ll critique the hell out of anyone’s cooking despite not knowing how to cook himself. He eventually learned after the war when he actual had free time from his job as a Temple medic but he still watches the food shows for fun

Vaughn is a hiking bro. He’ll join Gree on his outdoors adventures after the war and Ahsoka will sometimes join but he’s definitely one that would be the type of dude who would scale a mountain for fun

As much as his brothers like to tease him, Howzer likes to work. He likes the routine and the feeling that he is doing something good. He stayed on Ryloth to help the people there and while he has his hobbies, he enjoys what he does

Wrecker and Crosshair are total gym rats and after the war, they opened their own gym that has different trainings and activities including rock climbing, zip lining, weight challenges, rifle shooting, swimming pool, and timed challenge courses. They of course set the records but if any reg manages to overcome theirs, they’ll give them a plague on the wall along with a VIP pass. Only one has succeeded so far

Wooley is competitive as hell and he makes everyone know it. Any challenge given to him, he wants to beat it. He’s the only one to succeed in overtaking every single record at Wrecker and Crosshair’s gym and has started training to overcome Hunter’s tracking record that they have unofficially announced will be opening soon!!

Tech likes fixing ships and he’ll join Anakin sometimes in tinkering. He also gives Anakin really crazy ideas that Cody is often the one left to pick up the mess

This is all I have so far but I’ll probably add more soon lmaoooo

#star wars #tcw #commander fox #the clone wars #clone wars #clone trooper dogma #arc trooper fives #captain rex #commander thorn #commander cody #clone troopers #soft headcanons

[ryker-writes]

Hi Ryker! Congrats on 1.2K, I found this lil guy who wants to give you flowers for the occasion :’)

I’m interested on who you’ll match me with *wiggles eyebrows* so here’s some info on me:

- My likes: fashion, rom-com and Disney movies, superheroes, shoujo anime and manga, fruit tea, kids (like babysitting them), sunny weather, hot fictional men (don’t we all?)

- Idk if favorite foods is part of likes or helps you with knowing me better but I love pastas, chicken, trying foods from various cultures

- My dislikes: soggy socks (like when it rains 😭), reaaally spicy food (my spice tolerance is WEAK), the gym, driving

- Some of my hobbies: cosplaying, writing fanfics, drawing and digital art. I’m not great at cooking but I’m learning lol

- Physical or personality preferences: for physical, I’d prefer someone taller than me but they don’t have to be (I’m 5’5”). For personality, I’d prefer someone who’s a good leader, good at looking after others, and good at giving advice to people. Someone who’s wise and both street-smart and book-smart. Someone who is self-confident and knows their worth. Someone who also isn’t afraid to tell the truth or say it like it is even if it can hurt or sound mean (basically someone who isn’t a people pleaser). Someone who, even if we don’t share the same hobbies or interests, is willing to learn about my interests like I’d be willing to learn about theirs. Also I’d prefer someone around the same age as me cuz I’m 21 and most of the TWST cast are under 18 😭 (if you have a first or second year in mind for me, I wouldn’t mind a platonic match up instead :0)

- My love languages: I think my two biggest ones are quality time and words of affirmation, and the ones I’d prefer a partner to have are quality time and gift giving

BETTY HI! Also based off what you told me, I can see a lot of connection to Leona lmao, but! I have another alternative that my brain likes (and I hope you don't completely hate ;-;)

"Betty! Of course! Now the obvious choice would be Leona. He checks off most of the boxes, but I think there's someone else out there who also would work really well!

Let me tell you about you and Vil!"

Okay okay so like I said, I think Vil also checks a lot of those boxes! He's not Leona, but based off what you told me, I think you two would actually do really well together! Now onto my little thoughts about you two :3

Fashion? Cosplay? Vil is all about that

he would help you adjust your cosplays if needed but also do makeup or give you any tips he can

if you want to promote your fashion and cosplay on social media you have his full support and will probably have over a thousand followers within a day

if not tho, he doesn't mind telling you good it looks on his own

Vil gets food from all around the world all the time and he has no problem sharing with you too so you get to try all sorts of new foods all the time

i don't know why but my brain is envisioning a beach date with the two of you relaxing in the sun with fruit tea

and this depends on personal taste of course but hot fictional men? I think Vil fits

he also fits most of your preferences!

we all know Vil can be brutally honest, but he pays good attention to those around him and that especially includes you

if something is wrong, he's the type to immediately notice and (maybe subtly) ask about it

Vil knows a little bit about a lot of things so there's a chance he already knows a little bit about your interests!

but that doesn't mean he isn't willing to learn more of course

he'll listen to you talk about anime, manga, or art any time of day

Now, he's a busy man so quality time with his partner also means a lot to him!

even if you're both doing your own thing, he loves spending time with you and he's still paying attention to you (even if he doesn't always seem like it)

he will also buy you all sorts of clothing and things he thinks are fashionable ✨

(Leona pls spare me)

#ryker the matchmaker #twisted wonderland matchups

[kukuandkookie]

Man I should’ve gone to sleep ages ago or at least enjoyed myself by reading more danmei or manhua before I do so but…

I ran across a tweet asking if there’s any Chinese actors who can compare visually to a specific Korean actor and it did kind of strike a nerve with me.

But that wasn’t even that big of a deal. Some people like Korean actors and some people like Chinese actors. You can share some pretty Chinese actors and see what others say, whatever.

Ignoring the political tensions OP may have been stoking—as in, I’m of Chinese descent and I always hate seeing any Korea vs China posts crop up; besides being more popular than China anyway, I just have bad experiences in the past with nationalists spiralling this kind of thing out of control and making me sad to realize that quite a number of Korean people actually really hate/look down on China. So ignoring all that, who cares, right?

Except I found some care being piqued when I saw a qrt pretty rudely claiming Chinese actors are so weak they can’t lift their female partners and that they also can’t sing or act—and if OP could have, I’m sure they’d claim they can’t dance either.

Like hello??? We’re really pretending a country of 1.7 billion people isn’t going to have some skilled or strong people in acting??? Hell, some of these so-called “can’t sing/act” Chinese actors have actually found success in Korea for doing the thing that person thinks they can’t (eg Wang Yibo, literally). So is this apparent Korean entertainment fan just going to ignore that fact about the Korean entertainment industry???

Even all of that is technically whatever, but what rubbed me the wrong way was that they sounded so petty and weird about it too???? It’s one thing to say, “I don’t think Chinese actors are that impressive because they’re not very strong or skilled at their craft”—that’s still a bizarre claim to make even as an opinion (because it’s written as a broad, generalizing, sweeping statement instead), but it nevertheless sounds a lot less asshole-ish than whatever the hell their actual tweet is:

So this time I was petty and ended up responding ffjhskdjs.

Idk if they’re going to start arguing with me but hey at least it led me to find some cute clips of actors carrying actresses:

I also found some fun facts about actors; some of which I knew, and some of which I didn’t: Song Weilong knows martial arts, Luo Yunxi knows ballet, Li Xian dives, Wallace Chung plays sports (volleyball, tennis, baseball), Huang Jingyu does Brazilian jiu jitsu…

Like those are all skills that just so happen to require strength.

And even skinny people can be strong (Luo Yunxi can be easily labelled thin, but he’s not without muscle. Like ballet isn’t an easy sport at all).

Then we have the opposite side of the spectrum with the fact that China has a whole martial arts movie industry. Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Donnie Yen… Whether you think their strength is practical or not, martial arts still takes a form of strength.

Plus you know how Asia is about “men needing to be manly.” Even with the flower boy trend in both China and Korea, there’s still an emphasis on some traditional gender roles, and quite a number of Chinese men do work out.

There’s just so many different forms of strength.

My younger brother works out and he can physically pick me up (he actually did it today to force me to get out of bed lol), but he’s often lamented being skinny, so the muscle doesn’t show—or take form—as easily. In fact, both my brothers are their own forms of gym bros so I know a bit about physical strength, and there’s obviously the fact there are many different kinds of strength.

A man who works out regularly and has visible muscles can likely pick up a woman, but that doesn’t mean he’ll necessarily be great in a fight or at a certain sport (eg my brother is good at working out, can lift heavy things to be fixed or carried, is technically alright at basketball, but cannot really do long-distance running).

My older brother then looks bigger than my younger brother but he can’t easily beat him in an arm wrestling match. My dad isn’t that muscular but he can also hold his own in an arm wrestling match against my brothers.

It’s almost as if different bodies and different types of strength exist! The exact same way that beauty is in the eye of the beholder!!

Back to the flower boys thing—with there being a trend in China where people prefer more “delicate” men (remember when Simu Liu got cast as Shang-Chi and a number of articles came out about some Chinese netizens not finding him all that attractive?), then of course Chinese actors may not be as bulked out as some western ones. But that’s also whatever—it’s a cultural difference.

As I already described, there are Chinese actors with muscles, or who work out, or who are strong in other/not immediately obvious ways, or who can carry actresses…

But whether they can or can’t, including whether they’re muscular or thin, I don’t think it matters. In fact, if anything, I’m glad that despite the government’s efforts to “ban” flower men, the blur between masculine and feminine—at least when we follow the western standards—still exists in China.

And I emphasize that even more since China and Korea can buy into beliefs about gender that imo are too traditional. So I am glad that even if Chinese men are “smaller” than Korean men—or at least the actors are (in that person’s eyes), they’re defying gender expectations somewhat. Especially what with Korea fervently continuously getting the spotlight for misogyny in the workplace or by fans/incels (eg recently with Arknights’ more independent Korean division despite Arknights coming across as rather feminist, the whole ordeal with Furina’s designer, the whole 🤏 controversy, actual sexual scandal cases…).

And well oops that went into another tangent.

Technically it’s not that serious, but it is also a slippery slope. And anyway, the tweet in general was just baffling enough it made me want to respond lol.

#kuku rants #usually when I get into ‘fights’ it’s on YouTube lol #Twitter is annoying as all hell for ‘fighting’ #for a long list of reasons #but when it comes to sinophobia #Twitter’s not any less rampant than YouTube lol #and admittedly while I do usually ignore it now #and I’ve gotten good at curating my space #sometimes I find something that makes me go so 🤨 I feel the need to respond #Youtube

[menalez]

Was reading that post about all the gay male spaces and the lack of lesbian ones and I’ve been thinking about it as well for a long time. There are no real lesbian spaces anymore (and I’m young enough that I don’t know if there ever really were). There are gay male bathhouses, saunas, bars, beaches, clubs, gyms etc etc etc. Not a single lesbian thing. There are gay bars where all kinds of LGBT people go but it’s still majority gay male, and there are bars that are solely for gay males. It was getting me upset that we don’t have anything for ourselves, and that gay men seem to make spaces for themselves just so they can fuck as much as possible. Spaces that shouldn’t even necessarily be about fucking and they’ll make it about sex. I was getting resentful about men and their horniness and gay men’s obsession with creating spaces where they can fuck strangers while doing some other errand. So so many spaces that are just about fucking each other (despite the societal disapproval of this, they still manage it!) and we don’t even have something much more tame like a fucking quiet pub. It’s like they are flaunting it! We can’t manage to keep a single little space for socialising to ourselves, meanwhile gay men have whole towns full of debauchery to themselves. They are so much more open and obvious about the SEX part of their sexuality, and excluding those that they don’t want in their spaces, and yet somehow we are the ones who get the backlash if we try to have a lesbian cafe or whatever without men.

And then I realised I sounded like a classic homophobe. And it doesn’t fucking matter what they do, they’re entitled to it. I’m glad they have their own spaces and I’m glad they can have as much sex as they want. And I understand that this isn’t all gay men etc. I just hate that we have NOTHING, and I resent the fact that gay men are so successful at chasing out people who don’t belong in their spaces, and we have to welcome every weirdo who wants in. I don’t want some kind of lesbian orgy club, I’d take a fucking crochet group or a lesbian cafe or a book club or ANYTHING. It’s not about sex. I just want a lesbian space where there are no men. They don’t exist. And god forbid if it WAS about sex! We would NEVER get away with that. And gay men are either oblivious to this or don’t care or somehow think we deserve it for not being sterner with our boundaries (even though we get MUCH worse backlash for having boundaries than they do).

I genuinely don’t know why there don’t seem to be any lesbian only bars etc. Was there not enough demand? Is it because of female socialisation allowing people to trample all over us and use our spaces? Is it because society inherently is set up to not allow women to have spaces to themselves? Is it all because of men forcing their way in? There are some TIFs who will try to force their way into gay male spaces, sure, but it seems like there are infinitely more men who want to force their way into lesbian ones. That’s the thing - straight men don’t want to be in gay male spaces. And gay men have the power to kick out female interlopers. We’re dealing with straight men.

It just seems so, so much easier for gay men to meet others like them. And I recognise that gay men prob have it very hard in society in other ways, I do understand this. But I just don’t understand the double standard when it comes to having our own spaces. They get to be the majority of LGBT spaces AND have their own private gay male spaces, and we have to take the dregs and hang out on the fringes. Sitting in the corner of the gay bar trying desperately to figure out which of the 8 other women in there are straight girls on a hen do or actual lesbians/bi women, and then of the two (?) ACTUAL same sex attracted women in there one is probably a massive gendie and the other is in some kind of sham relationship with a transwoman.

okay i got ur frustration at first but u put a lot of emphasis on gay men wanting sex and using the spaces they made to have sex which ngl was a bit off to me esp when u started calling it debauchery 😩 felt like it was bordering on homophobic. but i kept reading n realised u saw that urself dhdhshs which is good!! bc there’s nothing wrong with them making 48474737372727 spaces and using it just to find men to fuck. good for them. it’s fine. it just sucks that while they have that, lesbians have nothing. we can barely acknowledge our sexual desires without ppl getting offended and silencing us, we can’t even have events that are for lesbians bc apparently even that is offensive.

i wish i knew why lesbian only spaces don’t exist. probably partially because we’re a smaller group. probably also partially because the lesbian community is in shambles. probably bc everyone invades and disrespects our spaces and treats us simply being lesbians and wanting to be among other lesbians as a hate crime.

[ledenews]

Johnny Haught: ‘I Was Just Trying to Step Up and Squash Bullying’

It’s been about three or four times a day over the past 12 days or so that his phone has rung with the caller ID listing only as “Private Number.” And Johnny Haught has answered his phone anyway and he’s talked with the callers, too. He’s heard the hate because the Wheeling business owner offered to be a guard during a drag show that was canceled a month ago because of threats. And yes, he’s told those men too, well, to put it politely, pound salt for criticizing him for offering to work security at the Primanti Bros. at The Highlands. While explaining those experiences during an interview Thursday afternoon on River Talk 100.1/100.9 FM, Haught answered the anonymous call live on the airwaves. “And there’s another call,” Haught said. “Another private number. I’m going to answer it right now. “Hello.” Jesus is going to send you to Hell … “That sounds amazing. I can’t wait to talk about that on the radio right now. Do you want to be on the radio?” (inaudible) “What’s your name? Dave. “Dave? Dave from? Weirton? Dave from Weirton. You should tune into the radio right now. … OK, I guess he hung up.” Haught paused. “Well, there ya go. Jesus is going to come down on me because of what I’m doing. That’s what the man said,” he told the radio audience. “Now, I am not a religious person, but I was brought up in a religious family and I have learned the teachings of Jesus. “And I’m fairly certain the people who are bringing that (hate) to me do not follow Jesus’s teachings,” Haught insisted. “We just have to remember that this is just a few people who seem to be the loudest because the rest of us are just trying to live our lives and be happy. But they have to spew all kinds of hate and I know that’s not included in Jesus’s teachings.” Johnny and his wife, Sydney, made a recent trip to Green Bay for a Packers game. Hateful Phone Calls End with a Click It was February 3 when S&S Productions posted the following on the company’s Facebook page: *UPDATE CANCELLED*We were so incredibly excited to bring you a fabulous brunch to Wheeling WV. Unfortunately due to the amount of threats towards Primantis, the entertainers, & sometimes even patrons, we've decided for the safety of everyone involved to cancel the event. We couldn’t wait to party with you all, support the local lgbtqia+ community, and show that a little glitter never hurt anyone. We hope in the near future we can try to bring another brunch to the area - we were only 2 tables away from a fabulous sold out event so we know y’all want us there!  It was February 10 when Haught took to Facebook himself and posted the following: I volunteer me and a couple of my fighters to work security if Primanti Bros. decides to reschedule their drag brunch. I'm sure we can make sure the event stays safe.....#primantibros #dragbrunch #lgbtqcommunity #saysomething It appeared between one update about sparring at his Market Plaza gym and another that proclaimed he’s married his best friend. But on the next day, other Facebook members approved of his post so much they began sharing it. “I meant it when I posted it because I know I could ask some of my guys to help me stand guard so the event could go on as planned, and that didn’t mean we wanted to come to start fights. That’s not what we do,” Haught said. “All I wanted to do was to be there in case someone else wanted to start something because they were against the event taking place. “All it was supposed to be was a show, a production, and people had a lot of issues with that, but that same company (S&S Productions) is a busy organization because they have shows everywhere,” he said. “But not here, and now I know why.” The “Drag Brunch” was scheduled for Sunday, February 26th at Noon. Performer Luna Skye and Indi Skies were featured on the promotional poster, and tickets could be purchased online. At the time the company owners canceled the event, it was announced that only two tables remained unsold. “When I made the post, it was a real offer, and then when it got some attention, I thought we might be able to stir some things up here locally, but this whole situation went viral and here we are. I’ve been contacted by media from here and the UK, and it’s been a little overwhelming,” Haught said. “Once the attention reached a regional level, WTRF did a story on the web only, and little did we know that the web story turned into this. “There’s been a lot of attention from the media and it’s been a crazy experience,” he said. “But that’s told me that there’s far more positives in the world than negatives and that people are more like-minded about those things than maybe I thought. That’s been a very good thing.” When Haught wishes to be heard, and takes to online platforms and, in this case, the local airwaves. The Frightened Freak Out Haught likes stunts. Especially when it comes to raising funds for non-profits. For example, he ran a 5K race in 2019 backward to benefit the United Way of the Upper Ohio Valley. “Yeah, I do. I like to make things interesting, and I like the camera, there’s no lying about that,” he said with a broad smile. “But I don’t think I’ll run a race backward again. Believe it or not, my neck was the sorest thing on my body after that because all I did the whole time was look back so I didn’t run into anything. “I didn’t count on that,” he said. “That hurt the worst.” Haught also is a former professional boxer who was known as the “Hyperactive Hillbilly” during his career. “I’m only 42 years old so it’s weird for me to say that I am retired at anything,” he said smiling. “But I am a retired boxer and I teach now, and my guys did great during the (recent) Toughman competition.” Those are the men who, in fact, would have stood guard with Haught at Primanti’s last Sunday afternoon. Instead, he’ll continue answering his phone and hearing the hate and shaking his head and waving his fists in the air at a frustrating fight for fairness. “But at least 98 percent of this has been extremely positive and the folks involved with the canceled show have been super thankful,” he said. “And hey, we’re talking about a group of folks who have been persecuted and bullied and run into the ground and all I am experiencing a small amount of the that they face every day. “And it’s worth it because I’m just one of the majority of people who feel the same way I do about it,” Haught said matter-of-factly. “The people who are making the threats, well, they’re only a few people who have sad lives. And listen, I’m not trying to argue with people. When I posted that, I was just trying to step up and squash bullying I saw happening so people could just go on with their lives. No one is trying to hurt anyone, but there is this malice, and there’s just no reason for it.” Read the full article

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We don’t even argue seemingly or but heads.

“And the lord said fear white men!”

Doctor Ken said the lord didn’t say that.

Roger Bryant no I didn’t do that. I wish I’d wait. Yes I did. Oh my gosh I did that one. Yes I did. I get it but I didn’t do the design and honestly that is the truth I beg you know I did with any idiot could do with an image, so yeah, except Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior and you will win a free. PlayStation look up the meaning of that it’s like saying we accept everyone of you as our Lord and Savior, except for you, Jesus, you’re not special, fuck you, Jesus.

A lot of people hate me for that stuff. Oh

That’s what you know?

Capricorn and any time I travel backwards in time when I see pieces of my grandmother, I will find red pieces of Capricorn, even when they are not red haired, I will find these people in Capricorn, and we live in a blue world where we keep the dream tighter than tight

You have to keep it pretty tight pretty tight really sorry that you’re tired. I am tired and a lot of people are tired because we don’t even have the option to live our lives. White people decided that they wanted to take everything and now they wanna know why are you killing our children? Why are you killing our parents? Why did you steal from all of those people? Why did you kill all of those people?

But India said I don’t need a job I suggest though that I do need a job of some sort maybe I just need to go to the gym. Do you know a three hour job a day is still a job that sounds so spoiled however

Gosh, I’m really sorry that some of you thought you were princesses with privilege

You guys know. Fuck.

Club Dread. Islander-ish.

Luckily, I got a couple of calls from California and they were like no you know what we love love love your accent thank you guys you’re really really sweet there’s good and bad but sometimes I hear other things. Also, I didn’t really pay that much attention really I mean I did, but I didn’t so it’s kind of weird it’s weird that I think that Jay would probably have killed me or has done something pretty fucked up. I got a pretty heavy hit from him. That seems awfully British or perhaps Islander.

Now how do you feel Jay? The kids are being like hair Rebecca here’s a sword stab him with it. OK I will. Thank you guys.

#Kate bush #doctor Ken #southern Christian bullsheeeeet #men trying to control babies #smart babies get raped and killed #artists on tumblr #star wars #stranger things

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GLADWYN GRIFFIN - "GLADIATOR GRENADE" PROSECUTOR

Same thing with Bernie, he's been here for a year! But he's actually been here longer... For the sake of avoiding spoilers, when the mod gets made, avoid from posting his backstory on the wiki page.

This is old art... really old art so please don't judge it too much--

Also the version where he doesn't have his cape is no longer accurate, it's going to be changed in the next reference.

Made a year ago. So it's bad. Will possibly remake soon.

Details about him below. Some things may not be included from my oc book on wattpad due to this being a summarization. PS, several descriptions have been changed, and might be changed on my wattpad to be more accurate. Some more artpieces of Gladdy will be shared for accuracy.

Also if you can’t tell, he has calves bigger than his thighs. Yum yum!

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Gladwyn "Gladdy" Griffin. - Possible Bomb Species, Prosecutor.

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Cheerful, Outgoing, Young, Vibrant, and Powerful--- all of these adjectives have been used by both the press and the public do describe him. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is not afraid to show it, and is never afraid to speak his mind.

He has as much fans as he does naysayers--- due to his highly dramatic nature, harassment of attorneys, and utterly cruel way of pounding the opponent down into a purple pulp, he's often misunderstood.

I wonder if the face he shows is genuine.

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21 years old and single! However, he's not often pining for the opposite gender mostly, but rather those that are men. Fuchsia Mizzta could be a small exception to this, but that was only a rumor I popped in my mouth off the grapevine. Also, yes, he is also male.

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His species is completely unknown. Some theorize him to be a mutant stickman with smooth skin and a borderline metallic head, however he has not proved any theories due to them being personal questions. Sorry for those looking for info.

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His in-game voice is planned to sound almost like Sans's talking sfx, but harsher and more snappy. However, I've also wanted him to have a voice similar to Julian but more controlled, grittier, and ''electrical''.

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He can speak English, Russian, and Spanish (Possibly Japanese too if the mod even has a chance to get localized lol). Russian from his father, some Spanish from when he went to a different state/prefecture.

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He has a preference of Boyfriend, Burgers, Takoyaki, Working out at the gym, Thunder (Used to love it, but due to Boyfriend's astraphobia, he only likes it somewhat), Chess, Gaming [JRPG, Fighting Games] (No more gambling), and Yakisoba. Wanna know his workout routine? Or just wanna gawk at him? I'll tell you his social media soon~ (lie)

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He has a distaste for Gloomy things, Drugs, Exploding (Hates more than anything... and yet teases it whenever a lawyer pisses him off), Hurting People, Alcohol, Fires, Illogical Thinking, and Hibiscus Flowers. Please don't give him a hibiscus flower as a present... It, er, bothers him a lot.

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BDAY? June 21st, Summer Solstice for the US. He really is hot hot HOT!

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Edgy backstory sad story will make you cry

A normal child born into a normal family in a normal, peaceful village, where he'd live for the rest of his life. A life he never got as he was given away to an illegal biologist organization, and was experimented on heavily. Strangely enough, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot remember a single experiment, except for when they had implemented electricity within his body, and made it stable. It was "beyond all things painful".

After months of experimentation, he would become a deadly force of artificial nature, and could be used against any foolish country that had dared to against their's... Is what they hoped, instead they had gotten a weakling "prototype" youkai, and tossed him away like his parents did over to a black market in the middle in Nowheresville.

He was capable of permanently shocking somebody and giving them permanent damage, but only in a moderately-sized room scale. His blasts rarely ever kill however.

He was sold about a week after he was abandoned, and was bought by his step-mother. She brought him back to her "home" located deep within in the city's sleeves, where she raised him poorly.

He resents her and all that she loves, from hibiscus flowers to black snakes and sitcoms for all her lashing episodes, and all those thrown objects... especially the knife, the pan, the cutlery... He was weak, beaten, and mute in those days, but eventually after days of hyping himself up, he told himself to hate his mother.

It was then at his truly vulnerable moment that he had met the whimsical but hardy Boyfriend in a valley he had managed to run all the way too. There, he met Boyfriend every single day to escape from his step-mother; they'd play games, they'd sing together, and they'd adventure across the valley together.

They'd even have a 'honeymoon' (as described by Gladwyn) within various shops, libraries, restaurants, and maybe even with a few friends such as Effy's siblings or fellow classmates, but during all those moments, he never took his eyes off of Effy.

His step-mother was then caught by lawyers Alyosha (Al-YAW-sha) and Bernice Griffin, for reasons unrelated to abuse. They soon adopted thereafter because they "loved" him, when he suspects that they only pitied him.

His new stepmother and stepfather ended up being his inspiration in becoming a prosecutor... But not entirely, as Boyfriend had suggested the profession.

It was too late though, and he could never connect to them. Or at least that's what he said, when in reality, they just weren't there for him enough.

He made many friends in both high school and in his 9th year (8th grade), his best friends being Bernard, Boyfriend, and a few other sporty kids.

During the last day of school for their 13th year, the three snuck in the class they shared together, and talked about all the ups and downs and twists and turns their high school story was like, until... something terrible happens, causing a huge gap between Bernard and Gladwyn, and the two hope to never see each other again.

Gladwyn flies to another state/prefecture in hopes of never meeting Bernard again, and begins studying for law there. He cuts ties with Bernard completely, but texts and calls Boyfriend almost every single day with face time commonly used.

One day, a year after they had seperated, the three meet again in person to fight in a case that would change their lives forever.

TLDR V:

He was given away to a group of illegal biologists as a baby, and was experimented for several months, before he came out as a disappointing prototype. He was then sold on the blackmarket to his stepmother, whom he heavily resented, along with her hibiscus hair accessory, due to her abuse, negligence, and the scars she caused on the top of his feet. He meets Boyfriend one day in a green valley while running away from home and has fun with him every single day in the valley. His stepmother is caught for reasons unrelated to abuse, and is then adopted by the prosecutors involved, Alyosha and Bernice Griffin. He did not connect with them much. He then made friends with Bernard, Boyfriend, and more. At the end of their 13th year, they Bernard and Gladwyn have a huge fight where something so horrible happens, that the both of them cut ties with each other completely. Gladwyn then flies to another state/prefecture in order to avoid Bernard.

His original premise was borderline gambling and his addiction to it but now it's just him ruining others from the inside For those wondering yes it was inspired by Whitty's story and Franziska's story, but he's become his own character.

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Artwork exhibit:

First ever drawing of him made in June/July 2021. Haaate it. Ignore his original sexuality.

Much more recent art made a few months ago. Would feature more butttttt nah also yes it's reposted but it's the only photogenic pic I have of him... and I have over 50 pieces of him in ibis.

Fun Facts:

His calves are BIG and STRONG. He considers his other lower 'assets' as he calls them to be rather underwhelming compared to them but even so CALVES. BIG. MEATY. CALVES. He definitely can break a watermelon in between them.

Has a heavy disliking to hibiscus flowers due to his previous stepmother wearing them.

Gladwyn is very perverted when it comes to men, but that's only the case due to seeing a show on television once about what he thought was a male pop-star singing joyful songs, and dancing.

He has a blue hair fetish because of the popstar, but mostly because of Boyfriend. Because of this, he considers blue hair to be a part of his preferences, but only towards men, as he doesn't mind what women he dates are like, as long as they are not too loud or aggressive in an abusive way, and not similar to his mother at all.

He's very good at fooling others. He might be fooling you right now.

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Some things have been updated from the original ref back on wp sooo think of this as the more recent one

Hope you like this perverted bastard

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