#but everyone assumes he was always a cat and it's just his powers that were affected

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: The Titans and the Phantom Cat

Danny doesn't do magic. He doesn't understand it or really know about it, and frankly he'd be more skeptical about it if it hadn't explicitly been used on him several times before. His parents are scientists and engineers, and they managed to accomplish what would typically fall under the realm of magic with nothing but recycled parts, wires and Fenton ingenuity.

So, when caught in a magic spell to bind him, he didn't know what would happen if he were to intentionally mess it up. Apparently, nothing good. Danny, free from the intended mind control, is now bound to the form of a cat with minimal use of his powers.

How could this get any worse?

Turns out, no one seems to understand what he's saying, they just hear meows. And without the use of his powers, he get's caught and finds himself in an animal shelter in Jump City.

When a group of young heroes comes through on a mission, and then proceed to mess things up, Danny can't help but throw out some snide commentary. Besides, it's not like they'll hear him

Welllllll... Turns out Raven and Beast Boy can tell what the hell he's saying. Of course the magic user and guy who can turn into animals can talk to him... Still it's nice to finally have someone to talk to, and also get him out of the cage while he's still trying to het a hold of what's left of his powers

Raven immediately clocks him as a powerful spirit bound to animal form. With a little persuasion, she ends up with a new familiar consultant and Danny the Cat gets to live in Titans Tower with them

or

Magic shenanigans happen, now Danny is basically Salem the Cat living with the Teen Titans and teaching them what he knows while mainly lounging around and sassing them. The actual usefulness of his advice may vary

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #Danny is a cat #Danny is now 'part' of the teen titans #and by part he's sassing them and eating their food until he can figure out how to turn back #kind of think that only raven knows his form isn't supposed to be a cat #like they communicated the fact he's a powerful spirit #but everyone assumes he was always a cat and it's just his powers that were affected #just him gradually getting his powers back and walking through walls and freaking the teen titans out by sneaking up on them #He's actually pretty useful when it comes to ghost stuff #and dealt with the ghost mice situation #which was oddly specific #he suspects clockwork was behind that

[lazerswordweilder]

Personally I think the Justice League not knowing Batman had kids would be more bad at social things Batman rather than paranoid Batman and they found out like this:

Justice league, minus Batman: *walks into the meeting room*

Superman: *freezes*

Green Lantern: what’s wrong?

Superman: …Batman. Why do you have three heart beats and why is one of them a cats?

Batman: *throws cape over his shoulders revealing Damian sleeping on his lap and a cat sitting on his lap* this is Robins cat Mr Whiskers

Flash: you have a side kick?!

Batman, confused because he thought they knew: no? I have a team?

Wonder Woman: a team?

Batman: Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, Batgirl, Signal- I thought you guys knew this *pulls out his wallet and pulls 50+ family photos out of that* how did you not? Have none of you pick pocketed me? *the Robins always steal his stuff and he assumes that both his teams do the same things*

Superman: I’m sorry, what?

Batman: how did you not know?

Green Arrow: well you don’t exactly talk about your life

Batman: yeah but you should’ve figured it out, I give figuring out your guys secret identities out as things to do when the Robins are bored. Who did you think looked after Gotham when I couldn’t?

Flash: I thought your power was being two places at once?

Batman: ??? I don’t have powers?

Everyone: WHAT

Batman: I never have?

Superman: how are you such a good fighter then?

Batman: I trained for two decades?

Flash: what.

Green Arrow: wait, why did you call them ‘the Robins’ I thought there were only two Robins?

Batman: well they were all Robin at some point, most of them anyways. Dick was the first Robin, then he became Nightwing. A while after that I found Jason and he became the second Robin, he died and then got resurrected and became a crime boss for a while and changed his name to Red Hood. And while Jason was dead Tim showed up and became Robin, Tim became Red Robin. And Damian is the current Robin.

J’onn: why do you call them by their real names, I know you know everyone’s secret identities but isn’t that rude?

Batman: what do you mean? They’re my kids? I’ve adopted all of them?

Everyone: WHAT

Superman: Wait, circle back. One of your kids got resurrected and is a crime boss

Batman: he isn’t bad, he just isn’t offically part of the team anymore but we still work togther all the time-

Flash: offically? What is there a list on the Gotham police website.

Batman: yes, it can be wrong sometimes though, they thought Batgirl was my sidekick way before I actually started training her. It took me a while to realise I couldn’t convince her to stop crime fighhting.

Green Lantern: you don’t make them when you adopt them?

Btman: NO! She was like 12! I don’t make kids fight! She wouldn’t stop and it would be mroe dangerous to leave her without proper gear or any way to call for help, and I didn’t want Nightwing to fight when I adopted him he chose to himself and when I said no he went out after Zacoo anyways, and I found Jason stealing my tires so he already knew I was Batman-

#Batman #batfam #lazerswordweilder writes

[sirenpearldust]

Mating bond 2

Notes: grab some tissues

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word count: 738

Warnings: Angst

Pt1

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Azriel had consistently felt fatigued, but the last couple of days robbed him of any vitality.

His body and soul were broken.

A numbness and sense of lifelessness dominated his days.

His family immediately noticed his stark decline. He was a shell of himself, empty.

Morrigan and Cassian attempted to coax him into joining them at the pleasure hall. Rhys recognising his exhaustion, granted him a break, urging him to savor some well-deserved vacation time.

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie extended multiple invitations to their tea time.

They questioned him why he had ceased to train them.

He would ignore everyone.

Immersing himself in work, he sought solace and attempted to drown out his troubles, striving to forget.

He empathised with Lucien’s despair, he felt guilty.

Despite the strained golden bond in his chest, he couldn’t ignore its presence.

Mates had always been a sensitive topic, a distant dream for him, out of reach.

Witnessing his brothers’ happiness with their mates fueled his jealousy.

In his own delusion, he entertained the idea of three sisters for three brothers, boldly proclaiming that the mother had made a mistake in pairing Elain with Lucien.

He wanted to defy fate until the day he’d met her.

On that heart-wrenching day, his shadows were nervous, radically erratic.

In an attempt to clear his mind, he strolled through a park in Velaris, where he spotted a woman playing with a cat.

As she turned, a sudden silence enveloped him, the world pausing, and his heartbeat turning erratic.

She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, radiating a glow akin to the Sun, utterly ethereal.

He wanted Feyre to paint her, to capture her on canvas, desiring to preserve her image. He longed to keep this moment eternally etched into his mind, and in his room - a cherished memory for him to love and appreciate.

His once erratic shadows now calmed, humming, and began gravitating towards her.

His Wings spread wide in a display for his female.

Azriel found himself rooted in place, overwhelmed by the immense power of the bond. Profound happiness and contentment settled in him as he realised he had finally found her.

Some shadows nudged him, urging him to move closer to her.

She casually swept her hair over her shoulder and he found himself captivated by her.

He observed her carefree and playful demeanour, playing with the cat.

The warmth of her laughter reached him as he drank it all in.

As she turned around and noticed him, her smile faltered and her eyes widened in horror.

Their souls connected, he felt the terror coursing through the bond, awakening, a primal instinct to protect her.

Shadows multiplied, assuming positions to eliminate any perceived threat, only to realise she was afraid of the singer.

Azriel froze.

“No,” she muttered.

“No! No! No! This can’t be,” she cried, sobbing loudly.

Tears fell as she screamed for him to leave her alone.

Shadows flew towards her, flinching at first, at the unfamiliar feeling on her being, she eventually let them comfort her.

They sang to her, soothing and wiping away her tears.

Azriel stood heartbroken, alone, no shadows in sight.

The pain he felt mirrored his childhood - rejection, loneliness and a sense of being unwanted.

He wondered whether she was rejecting him personally or simply harboured fear of Illyrians.

Tucking his wings tightly against his back, he approached her, his voice softened, “I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

As he spoke, she calmed down and he slowly raised his hand, gently, cupping her cheek.

She leaned in, nuzzling into his hand, not disgusted by his scars. His wings enveloped her, providing the shield from the world.

For a fleeting moment he felt a sense of happiness, thinking they had made some progress. Maybe she just really was afraid of Illyrians, not him.

Rubbing her back, pressing her against him he felt content, fulfilled. He breathed her in, wiped her tears and kissed the crown of her head.

Closing his eyes, he sighed in relief, but then she pushed him away.

“ I can’t - I can’t accept this, I can’t accept this bond.”

His stomach turned. He felt desperate, his world crashed.

“What?”

“I have feelings for someone else.”

Taking a step back to avoid making her afraid, he felt a surge of possessiveness, a buried primal instinct awoke.

He asked, voice cold, “Who is he?”

Who dared to have her heart?

Who dared to take her from him?

She took panicked steps back, and before he could reach her, she winnowed away.

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@sidthedollface2

#azriel angst #azriel x y/n #azriel spymaster #azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar angst

[straightforthefl00r]

sidekick? more like sidechick!!

There were three main outcomes Tomura had prepared for, when he schemed to attack USJ.

One: the ideal result was that he would succeed in killing All Might with his state-of-the-art nomu, and move onto the next stage of his plan to world annihilation. The world would hail chaos in one move. He would be known to everyone that he was the bringer of fear; the one who destroyed their precious peace.

Or two: All Might would, annoyingly, not die, but would be fatally injured by the nomu. This would still be partial success, as the Symbol of Peace would be out of commission, and this would mean that society would be well on its way to falling without its stability. Not only that, his League of Villains (well two villains right now, counting Kurogiri) would gain traction in the media, and publicity is always a plus. Tomura could use this to expand the League and his influence across Japan.

As much as he wanted his plan to go in any of these ways, Tomura knew he had to be prepared for any scenario — even his failure.

His third outcome was that if All Might defeated his nomu (which should not be possible due to its extraordinary power), then he should retreat and build up his forces again for another attack.

Unfortunately for Tomura, his attack on USJ resulted in the final outcome.

He escaped with three-ish, four-ish, five-ish bullet wounds, no USJ underlings and no nomu, not even its bloody body.

At this point, he was just glad he had the foresight to plan his failure. Not only were his underlings arrested, the nomu was apprehended by All Might, and he proved to be stronger than ever, despite Sensei insisting All Might has been drastically harmed in their last battle together.

He needed a fucking drink.

“Kurogiri, I’m heading out.”

The door slammed shut and Tomura disappeared into the night.

oOo

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life.

Exams were finally over and that meant you could finally release your inhibitions, in the form of obnoxiously loud music and sweaty clubs.

You had just finished a lovely evening out with your boyfriend and friends. After a night of raving and dancing and (fairly) responsible drinking, you were just coming out of the club and on your way home.

Your boyfriend went to his apartment earlier before you, a few hours ago due to “something”. You couldn’t hear him clearly above the booming music, you assumed it was because of his chronically weak stomach. He always said that, whether it be nights out or dates. You brushed it off like it was nothing because his health mattered first.

He’ll make up for it.

Probably.

oOo

It was around 4am when it happened.

“What the fuck?” You yelped and found yourself sprawled on the floor, outside a closed bar. The street was empty, save for a few stray cats, occasionally yowling into the night.

The mass you ended up being entangled with was wearing a black hoodie. Dishevelled hair could be seen peeking out from the hood - light coloured, a stark contrast to his hoodie.

You sat up straight on the floor, trying to make sense of what was happening, veins pulsing. You could hear shallow breaths coming from the body turned away beside you.

You tried to shake the person awake, he groaned and the stench of alcohol and iron greeted you. His shoulder felt slightly damp too. You raised your hand up slightly to the yellowing street-light. Your hand had a tinge of orange, leaning more to the red side.

Blood?

“Oi, get up,” You frantically whispered into the person’s ear, “You’re fucking bleeding!”

He started mumbling incoherently under his breath. You could make out weak swears and a few mentions of “stupid fucking heros”.

You stumbled to your feet, pulling him up with you, surprisingly warm and pliant against your shoulder. You wrapped his arm around yourself to steady the two of you.

“Come on, we’re off to the hospital.”

As if snapped out of a trance, the man tried to tear himself from you and shook his head furiously. The both of you barely managed to stay standing, leaning against the nearest rough wall.

He was already facing you, when you looked at him, his eyes glaring at you, as if you were the scum of the earth.

Your hand gripped onto his wrist to steady your centre of gravity. His fist was clenched, so tightly that each knuckle looked like they would burst from his skin to reveal blood as dark as his eyes.

His brows were furrowed furiously.

You frowned at him back.

You could make out the dry skin on his forehead and, despite this, his face was surprisingly good-looking. A faint scar trailing from his cheek to his mouth caught your attention. You started to wonder where he got it from, an accident? Or was it a self-inflicted wound from scratching?

You were a bit drunk still, but the situation was causing you to sober up.

You sighed and tried to signal to him that you were only here to help.

“No hospitals,” he croaked, words low and slurred, “h-hate them.”

You agreed as to not agitate him further, “Let’s go to my boyfriend’s then. His apartment is only a street away from here.”

The man’s face contorted into a look of scepticism, as a strained “why” was pulled from his lips.

“First aid kit.”

He stared at you for a moment, debating on something, before mumbling, “I can walk by myself.”

oOo

Tomura should’ve just drank at the hideout. It was a literal bar after all, however he wanted to get away from all the scheming, nagging and his failure.

And so, into the barrel he went.

“I’m hungry.” He mumbled, eyes glazed over slightly as he stared at the head in front of him.

He was met with a hum in agreement.

“We’re almost there,” You took a breath, “but there’s a convenience store on the corner.”

He doesn’t know why you’re even doing this.

Helping him outside that bar and trying to care for his wounds brought you nothing. You looked so soft.

Stupid sidekicks and their idiot saviour complexes. Tomura was starting to get annoyed. It would be so easy to just turn you into dust.

Poof.

He concluded that it was pity driving your actions.

You looked non-threatening enough and you were still slightly buzzed. He would go through with this and then you would part ways and never see each other again. It didn’t seem like you recognised him.

A roll of bandages came into his view. The convenience store lights were harsh white and made the bandages seem brighter than they were. His head was starting to throb a bit.

“The big roll or the small roll?”

“Small.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Out on the dark streets, you couldn't see him very clearly, let alone his injuries, but in the store, it looked like his hoodie was drenched with blood from his shoulder to the middle of his chest. Even his black sweats were glowing in red if you looked at him from a certain angle. You were still deciding whether you should just cart him to the hospital after all.

You chucked the big roll of bandages in your basket. It was already full of a variety of sweets.

You giggled at the basket.

“What are you laughing at?” Tomura accused, miffed due to his answer being ignored.

“You don’t seem like a sweets guy.”

“Anyone can have sweets.”

“Just saying.”

“Right.” He answered dryly.

“Why are you all bloody?”

“Why are you buying bandages?” He shot back, “I thought your boyf had a first aid kit?”

“Because I don’t think he’ll have enough,” you gestured to all of him. “for your situation.”

“Stupid sidekick.” He muttered.

You rolled your eyes and leaned towards him, “So! Why are you head to toe in blood?” You said with a slight lilt in your voice.

Tomura wondered if you were still a little drunk. He was one to talk.

“Because I ripped a few stitches while drinking.”

“And how did you rip them?”

“Some guys were yapping about how hard ‘All Our Heroics’ was — even when he downloaded the helpers mod for it.” He answered in disgust, “All I did was engage in a conversation with him and told him how stupid he was. And then, we ended up in … disagreement.”

“Clearly.” You deadpanned. “Still. Where did you get your stitches from?”

“Work.”

“Work?”

“Yes.”

“Ah. Sue them?”

“Sue them.”

“Annihilate them?”

“Sure, annihilate.” He gave a faint smile.

OoO

By the time you arrived outside at your boyfriend’s place, the sun was starting to rise. A melody of colours took to the skies: swirling clouds painted the perfect picture of peace.

You stopped in your tracks and gazed upwards. Tomura ended up walking into your back. He cursed, as the two of you stumbled.

“This again?” He hissed, “We already knew you couldn’t walk straight at that bar and now you're sending me flying?”

You laughed at him.

“Just look up. Isn’t that pretty.”

“No.”

“Zip it before I push you.”

“Technically, you did.”

“Even more technically, you pushed me. You walked into me.”

“Yeah, exactly, walked into you, not pushed.”

You grinned at him and rolled your eyes.

You walked into the elevator and Tomura followed you in. The two of you were in a comfortable and easy silence.

You were walking to the door before you just suddenly stopped. Tomura prevented himself from bumping into you.

“Seriously? Again, again? I almost dropped our stuff.”

“Sorry about that, but I just remembered, what’s your name? I’ve just been calling you the bloody-hoodie guy in my head.” You questioned.

“I don’t give my name to strangers.”

You stared at him incredulously and gave him your name.

“There, we’re not strangers anymore.”

He was silent.

“People also don’t follow strangers to their homes.” You pointed out, “What’s your name?”

“S-Shimura Tenko.”

“I feel like you just made that up just now.”

“Aw. Shucks.”

You shook your head at him while you opened the door.

The two of you walked in and what greeted you shocked you both. You dropped your plastic bag full of junk food and bandages on the floor and stormed further into the apartment.

Two bodies were on the couch, near the balcony, heads close together and lips touching. Unneeded sounds of pleasure could be heard from where the two of you were standing. They were kissing. Very passionately.

Ouch.

You yelled out your boyfriend’s name in flaming anger.

Two heads turned so quickly to look at you, you could’ve sworn you heard a crack.

It all became clear as you slotted the puzzle pieces together.

“So, you never had chronic diarrhoea,” you sneered, words dripping with sarcasm, “you had a chronic case of cheating scumbag!”

Your boyfriend’s face was flushed when you came in, but it became even redder as you glared at him.

A resounding smack made its way through the room, making you turn your attention towards the other person on the couch.

“I was with you for two years! You fu-“

“What?” You exploded, “You literally asked me out a few months ago. How dare you do that to your partner!” You followed that with curses.

Out of nowhere, laughter echoed. And three heads turned towards Tomura. His laughter was bright and full of amusement.

When he finally stopped, a stunned silence filled the room and he spoke, “So,” he started in the same tone as you when you spoke to your boyfriend, “you’re no sidekick, you’re a sidechick!” He started to laugh again.

You stared at him in pure shock, anger dissipating into slight amusement.

“That was a shit joke.” You said after you managed to dig some words out.

“Who’s he?” Your ex-boyfriend accused, “Were you cheating on me? With that?”

It was your turn to laugh as you told him that you weren’t cheating on him but you were only helping a poor guy out, while he was being scummy.

“I’ve had enough of this,” you frowned, “We’re leaving Shimura!”

You marched over to him and grabbed his wrist.

“No, don’t use your quirk here!” Your ex pleaded, “The landlord is going to have my head.”

You huffed out a self-satisfied puff of air. “Watch me!”

“I hope you don’t mind too much. We’re off to my place.” You muttered to Tomura.

“Oi! What are you trying to-“

Tomura was cut off before he finished his sentence.

He fell through the floor with the convenience store bags grasped tightly in his hands, with your hand gripping his wrist. His pinky was aching and his head ached even more.

He yelled as he found himself on the floor with you once more, legs tangled and things rolling around on the now-dusty ground.

The two of you were laying on the ground, looking at the white ceiling. Tomura could see the walls in the corner of his eye, the colour of it matched your top.

“Sorry about that.” Your voice coming from his right, “My quirk is Rabbit Hole. I can teleport by creating literal holes in the ground. That’s why we are at mine right now and not at that idiot’s.”

“I couldn’t have guessed. Ha.” Tomura replied, oddly calm, “If I touch things with all of my fingers, I can make things turn to dust. That’s why the ground is all dusty.”

You hummed in reply.

“I’m really fucking tired.”

“Same.”

“What’s the time?”

“Shit, if I know.”

“I hoped I left a massive hole at that asshole’s. I hope that it went through all his plumbing and that his apartment is flooding right now!”

“He’s going to sue you.”

“So? Sue me!”

#bnha x reader #bnha #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigiraki x reader #tenko x reader #shimura tenko x reader #this has been waiting in the wips for god knows how long #ugh #i need sleep #lysa.xo writes #mha #mha x reader #crack #fluff #fluff kind of

[emelinstriker]

{Triad AU} Wukong ♡ Crafty Love

This is my own lil take/idea on the Triad AU by @skittlescripts​ - Basically you don't have a double life in my version but are the reincarnation of his love. Just cuz I can only write what my interest chooses to sit on, and it apparently didn't sit well with the by day/nightlife concept hfdngfhdngfd- So it ended up with picking a different path in my head. :'D

Smol doodle drawn by me with my persona cuz it fits more than a random Wukong screenshot. c:

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

Today was a pretty chill day for your workplace. You did have customers come in, but it wasn't as many as usual. Assuming people were simply busy themselves today, you didn't think much of it. Well, that was until one of your co-workers told you about how your boss seemed to have gotten into some trouble with a member of the local triad. Something along the lines of her having gotten into an argument over keeping the restaurant on their king's turf. But apparently it was a lower member, so he ended up threatening to get a higher-up. And customers who received the news were wary about eating there for a while.

Nothing happened however, so it seemed more like an empty threat from your boss's point of view.

And yet due to what you heard, you were a little bit on edge yourself. Mainly about the potential shut down of the restaurant, making you essentially jobless once more. And you actually did enjoy your job here.

You were the one who designed the restaurant aesthetically, making it feel more welcoming for those afraid of the organization lurking everywhere. And since the restaurant was in a rather shady part of Megapolis, it stood out quite a long. You were also in charge of making to-go packages look nicely. Aluminum animals were littered around the windows for show of your abilities in the crafts of origami and general design.

And it did garner a lot of attention because most passerby found it really cute. Even customers' children sometimes asked if they could make their own little animals with your assistance. But your skills did not make you famous or really be seen. You were quite invisible to the public eye, always sitting quietly in a corner or in the back of the restaurant. In fact, you were so invisible that the two powerful demons that came in later that day didn't notice you folding up another delivery for someone who ordered for pick-up. The customer specifically asked for a fox as a little gift for one of his family members. You yourself were so occupied by your artistic piece and playlist's music that you didn't notice them coming in either.

The demons were talking to your co-worker and were 'kindly' asking for your boss. And of course, your co-worker, terrified as she was, jogged towards the back to get your boss.

"Ugh, why does everyone keep on picking this part of the city for their business?" The monkey with an eye patch questioned while scrolling through his phone, thoroughly bored. He knew this 'talk' wouldn't take long, so why was he demanded to join in the first place?

The other simian leaning against the counter huffed, "Well, they simply don't learn this area is off-limits. I don't even see any reason to keep this restaurant here anyway. We can just scare off every customer if we go the non-violent route." He quickly flipped through the menu, or rather looked at solely the pictures. "Even the food here looks mediocre at best. Killing the people here plus the business would actually be a blessing."

"At least the decoration's nice. I mean, look at this cat!" The black-furred one commented, holding up a miniature kitten made out of aluminum foil he found by the counter.

"Hm, true", the other one admitted. His eyes then glanced around the room's decor... until his eyes landed on you.

You, who made The Great Sage instantly freeze in shock.

You, who was sitting lonely in the corner of the empty restaurant.

You... who looked like an exact replica of his long lost lover, just with different clothing.

His one and only beloved, who managed to tame this beast of a feral demon... until they died to another demon's talons. It caused the Monkey King to snap and make sure this demon would no longer serve as a reminder of what happened. The environment wasn't safe from the encounter either. Unfortunately, he was unable to bring you back, and he had no way of knowing if you would ever be able to reincarnate. But it seems he finally had found you after so many years. And you were the one behind the creation of the only good thing about this restaurant.

The monkey stared at you for so long that his eyes started to dilate and his tail started to slowly swish from side to side. His lips curled into a soft smile as he witnessed your happiness with your work. His friend seemed to notice and followed his gaze.

Ah. Now he understood.

He smirked at his superior's lovestruck expression. Until your co-worker returned, trailing behind your boss, who suddenly seemed a lot more anxious than ever before. The two monkeys gazes snapped back at the two women behind the counter. One monkey seemed amused while the other seemed to have been caught off-guard.

"Yeah, so, we came here because one of my men noticed your restaurant and you were not willing to leave our turf. And we came to settle what he didn't manage to do", the black-furred one stated nonchalantly, his gaze lingering back onto his phone, seemingly searching for something specific.

"Oh Great Sage Equal To Heaven! I beg of you! Please don't kill us!" Your boss pleaded, lowering her head and putting her hands together.

The Great Sage's eyes then glanced back over to you, still vibing to your music and smiling at your crafty little work. You just finished another smaller fox as extra, and he couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable. He then looked back at your boss with a smirk. "You know what? Nevermind, you get to keep your lives and your business."

Confused, yet still frightened, your boss asked him what made him change his mind.

"Simple. You got one amazing and absolutely stunning crafty person working here. Would be a shame if anything happened to your or this business while they still work here~", he answered as his eyes traveled back over to your corner. Your boss glanced between him and you repeatedly before laughing in what one could only describe as a mix of relief and confusion... or concern.

"W-Well, they are a great person, indeed! I assigned them to this task specifically because they don't want to be seen or have to talk to customers. So we- ...huh?" Your boss stopped, watching helplessly as The Great Sage Equal To Heaven approached your seat with his hands in his pockets. Both her and your co-worker were silently praying for your life.

You were still busy with another aluminum animal, when you suddenly felt someone's presence drawing closer. You finally looked up when the person was hovering over you. "Um... may I help you, sir?" You asked as you took off your headphones. What you didn't expect was that the person was a monkey with fancy-looking clothing. He was blushing a little but you were too confused to notice. Apparently you didn't recognize him. He saw it as mostly a blessing because he didn't want the reincarnation of his beloved to fear him. The way you were so casual towards him was what drew him into your past life's relationship in the first place.

"Oh, I just saw your fascinating little crafts and wanted to say you- I-I mean, they look lovely!" He stammered out nervously. You blinked at him before leaning over the table to grab a little aluminum monkey you made before. It wasn't quite as accurate as the birds you've created, but it was still recognizable. You then held up the mini monkey in front of him with a smile.

"Would you like to have this one? It's not great by any means, I'm... still practicing monkeys. I-I hope it doesn't look offensive, otherwise I could-" "It's perfect..." He cut you off, gently taking the animal made out of foil. He would hate himself if he accidentally damaged it in any way with his strength. His claws barely brushed over the softness of your hands, but it was enough to make him feel the tingling sensation you imprinted on him. The Great Sage then gave you a loving smile and a nod in appreciation, "Thank you..."

While the two of you were chatting away about your masterpieces, laughing when certain jokes were made, your boss and co-worker were baffled. They wouldn't have believed it if the scene wasn't playing out right in front of their eyes. The Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal To Haven, leader of the most feared triad, and immortal Monkey King... was casually talking to a practically invisible stranger without threatening them even once. Or even making them feel uncomfortable.

Were you so oblivious to the fact that you were speaking to a man who could not only kill you, but also destroy everything around you without even trying?

Well, it wasn't so much about being oblivious than it was just about being a decent person. You've heard of the triad, and you've heard rumors of the infamous Monkey King. However, that doesn't mean you would necessarily have to treat him any different to any other customer since you didn't know him personally. You've never even seen the guy until now. And by his looks, you could easily assume it was him.

Meanwhile Macaque seemed amused by the situation. Something only he seemed to have noticed was Wukong's tail wagging happily. Its movement wasn't fast, but it still reminded him of a dog who found its long missing owner. So he couldn't help but take a picture of the scene. It wouldn't serve so much as blackmail, but it would be enough to calm him down with a picture of you if the other simian started to go off again.

And if that wasn't enough, he took some extra pictures of specifically you being happy with Wukong.

"So what you're saying is that if I order food for pick-up or delivery, you would be the one packing it up?" The orange monkey asked, purposefully playing dumb.

"Yeah, unless I'm sick or have a day off. Then one of my co-workers does the packing instead", you responded, pointing in the counters' general direction. Your co-worker let out a nervous squeak before hiding behind your boss.

"Great, so I'll get to see your pretty face a lot more often!" Your face turned a light shade of red at his comment. Too shocked that someone, anyone, let alone The Great Sage would compliment you past your work. He gave you a grin, "It's decided. You can expect me to order food at least once a day."

You blinked in absolute confusion, meanwhile your co-workers were dumbfounded. "Eh?"

"Well, it was nice talking to a stunning and demon-friendly person such as yourself, peaches. But I believe my visitation time's up for today. I hope you're back here tomorrow though." He winked at you at the end, making your blush darken just a bit that he could still notice.

"And don't worry about your business, boss lady", he added as he turned towards the counter with a smirk. "So long as your amazing artist's working here, this restaurant is under the triad's protection. Anyone who tries to get rid of it will have to get through me and my men first." His eyes seemed to darken just a little as his smirk grew into something a bit more sinister. The Monkey King let out a laugh at your co-workers' scared expressions. The dark-furred simian on the other hand huffed in amusement, showing his own fanged grin to the two women. This seemed to scare them a few steps further away from the counter he was now sitting on.

The orange-furred monkey then pulled out a pen and used a piece of unused foil before writing something down on it. He then slid it over the table towards you, placing his other hand on his hips. "Here, feel free to text or call me anytime. And by anytime, I do mean anytime. Feel free to also contact me when you feel unsafe or just want company! I really wouldn't mind showing up in person!"

To be honest, it was actually strange for Macaque to see his old friend act this weirdly. He could tell Wukong was trying to sway and seduce you. But due to how he wasn't trying to do it to manipulate you, and him haven't genuinely done this in hundreds of years, he kind of lost his touch. The shadow monkey could see him struggling as he was a nervous mess on the inside.

His tail gave away his nervous vibes the most. It kept on moving around, curling in on itself, as well as seemingly trying to hold itself back from just wrapping around you for much needed comfort. You glanced at the info written down on the piece of aluminum before gently smiling at him with a nod. "Will do, thanks! It was nice chatting with you too, Mr. Monkey King."

"Please, just call me Wukong. 'Mister' just makes me feel an extra millennium older."

"But you are old, grandpa!" Macaque exclaimed from across the room, earning him a death glare from his ticked off boss.

"You're one to talk, emo dinosaur!" The King snapped back. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh at their childish insults, making the orange-furred monkey slowly turn towards you, his heartbeat seemingly increasing at the sound. He needed to hear your laugh more.

"Anyway, I'll take this with me," he stated as he picked up one the menus from the table, "and we'll be on our way now. See you tomorrow, peaches~" The Great Sage then rather aggressively grabbed the other amused demon by the back of his coat, casually picking him up and carrying him towards the exit, the aluminum monkey still being gently held by his other hand. "Move along Macaque, we don't have all day."

"Until next time, (Y/N)!" Macaque called out as he waved at you as best as he could, still being carried away like a kitten.

...How did he know your name? You only told Wukong during your conversation... 'Man, those rumors about the Six-Eared Macaque having incredible hearing must be true if he was able to hear that', you thought. Little did you know that he already knew your name despite his hearing.

However, from that day on your life's daily routine changed. Wukong would ask for a different order everyday, testing out everything from the menu to see if it was even worth buying more than one specific order everytime. And any food he didn't like he would give to MK to try out. His adoptive son was actually pretty fond of the restaurant's food, to the point where he would either go eat there by himself, with friends or come eat with his dad. Most of the time the triad would only ask to grab pick-up food, but there were days where members would actually eat by the tables. You weren't sure if they only asked for pick-up as to not scare away any non-triad customers, but it did seem to invite in more people each day.

Wukong would sometimes also stay at the restaurant, specifically eating at the same table as you while you were packing up other peoples' orders. He started off pretty nervous during your first conversations, but he quickly became a lot more casual with you. Even his flirting attempts became a lot smoother and would easily catch you off-guard, leaving you a blushing mess everytime. Meanwhile you decided to show him how to create his own little army of aluminum animals.

It might take a while to get you to fully fall for him again, but he would do anything to be with you forever. Even if simple little animal crafts would bring you two closer step by step. Reincarnation or not, he loved you until the day he dies...

Which is saying a lot in his case.

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#lmk x reader #lmk triad au #triad au #sun wukong x reader #monkey king x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #bro it's almost midnight

[miaowitch]

The Hardest Part

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gale dekarios x tav oc (baldur's gate)

cw ⋆｡‧˚♡ m/f, semi-public sex, fingering, innapropriate use of mage hand, smut with feelings, pet names, oc/canon

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Elle was never the type to assume feelings. Gale wasn’t that elusive anyway. She could always tell how he felt, or at least weasel it out of him. Camp was quiet though, and a lot weighed on Gale’s mind.

AKA

Local Wizard might be obsessed with a Cleric of the Moonmaiden, will he ever actually tell her how he feels? or will he be alone with his cat forever in a library?

Elle was never the type to assume feelings. Gale wasn’t that elusive anyway. She could always tell how he felt, or at least weasel it out of him. Camp was quiet though, and a lot weighed on Gale’s mind. They had only been traveling a few months, everything was fine in Elle’s eyes. The elf found it easy to say that she considered her party to be very close friends with one another. Growing up, she didn’t have too many friends, so traveling with the group was more of a practice in socialization. When you’re known as the bookish nerd with a heavy devotion to Selûne; not that many people want to approach you in the grove. Except Gale just understood her. She couldn’t joke the same with anyone else, no one understood her when she went on tangents. Just Gale.

Their tents were in perfect eye shot of each other, it’s not like she wasn’t allowed to look in his direction. They set up camp by the shore for a reason, the lakeside is beautiful. Easily she could claim that she was looking at the water, but each time… Gale found her attention. It was always a pleasant distraction in the evening, her dear friend Gale wouldn’t blame her for her wandering eyes anyway. Though when he looked back for a second time, eyes locking directly with Elle before he looked away, she began to think. “The lake is right there, why does he look at me?” Elle had an imagination from the amount of romance novels in her collection, but never would she imagine someone falling for her. She could only picture herself as a spinster holed up in a grove far from civilization. Not that she didn’t notice the attractive qualities of everyone she’d met, the romantic in her could never be silenced. Gale just didn’t seem the type to pay attention to her when people like Wyll or Shadowheart traveled with them. Even Astarion was more appealing than her, in her mind at least.

For just a moment though, she imagined walking up to Gale and just announcing her suspicions. Her eyes for the third time had fixed on Gale. The moon broke through the trees and illuminated his tent now, as if her Goddess was giving her better sight for her fixation. She watched as he sighed, broad shoulders rose and fell quickly as he thumbed at the page of the book he definitely wasn’t reading. The water still distracted him.

Elle took a deep breath to gather her courage. The rest of camp had either retired for the night or had taken up an activity that they couldn’t be pulled from. She thanked Selûne, Elle wasn’t sure if she could handle Shadowheart’s cautious gaze as she watched her with the ‘dangerous wizard’. They’d all worked on their gripes with one another, but Shadowheart still struggled to see Gale as anything but power hungry. Elle couldn’t see him as anything but Gale. Quietly, she gathered herself, wrapped a blanket over her shoulders to help keep her warm on the walk over. The cool night air also helped cool off any embarrassment from rejection, too. It wasn’t that she expected rejection, Gale wouldn’t be so cruel, but she’d been wrong before. The crunch of the dirt beneath her leather shoes alerted Gale, snapping him from his daze. He seemed more on edge for the past few nights than he ever had. “Well, I didn’t expect your company tonight.” He smiled, as if all the previous concern had washed away. “What can I do for you, friend?”

“Is there something on your mind, Gale?” Elle asked, stepping closer and taking a seat on the cushion laid out by his own. He’d always been happy when she stopped by to sit with him for a chat, that he added a seat just for his favorite company. Gale only responded with a sigh, “Oh, just the usual melancholies of the enlightened mind. Brain worms and what not…” Gale’s comment only made her more suspicious, his moodiness was more than the usual tadpole concern. He seemed genuinely lost in his mind with something more. “Of course, it’s your usual weekly brooding session…” Elle looked off towards the lake, the moonlight dancing on the water. “You’re positive it had nothing to do with me? You kept looking-” She was cut off by Gale’s boisterously nervous laughter. “Oh, Elle, what would I be thinking of you for? Aside from your never ending wit or your b-” He sputtered to clear his throat, “Your vocabulary, I mean. My apologies. Perhaps the cold is getting to my head? I should retire.” He began to stand, but Elle grabbed onto his wrist. His pulse was fast, his face flushed, but he still lowered himself back to the patterned cushion.

“What’s really troubling you?” Elle asked earnestly. She didn’t catch onto his thoughts this time, she really had no clue what the wizard was thinking. For all she knew, the mindflayer transformation was upon him, and she would have to do the unthinkable. His hesitation didn’t fully melt away, but she could tell he was easing into the confession of his thoughts. “I just…don’t wish to burden you with my mind. It’s nothing concerning, but it just might be a little…complicated though.” Gale finally admitted, but still kept it vague enough to make Elle officially frustrated.

Complicated? Elle didn’t wish to brag, but nothing was too ‘complicated’ for her to fathom. She’d been subjected to a tadpole behind her eye, she could surely understand the inner workings of a dumb wizard. So, she scoffed. Rolling her grey eyes, she took her hand away. “Right, too hard for me to understand.” Elle now stood up. “I can understand when I’m pressuring you though. I apologize, Gale.” She felt offended, flustered, and most of all disappointed. Perhaps she’d just been misreading the signs from Selûne. “Not everything can be fixed, stupid Cleric.” Elle scolded herself internally, but was interrupted by Gale’s calloused hand grasping her wrist now.

“You must understand…the hardest part is understanding my own feelings for you.”

It clicked at that moment. “Oh...that’s why.” Elle looked around, hoping that no onlookers would interrupt them. “Y-Your feelings?” She felt like her heart was pounding straight out of her chest. “I just can’t get my mind off of you, Elle.” Gale sighed, removing his hand from her wrist to run over his hair earnestly. “I can’t even spend an evening without looking your way…” Brown eyes met grey now, eye contact holding for a moment before Elle broke the silence. She lowered herself back down to his level. “You…um…you mean that?” She questioned in an almost whisper, his response was an honest nod. “Did you not catch me staring your way earlier?” She leaned in, as if the secret would leave the space between them. “I was so afraid I’d been bothering you with my attention.” Elle’s cheeks felt so warm, but she refused to back away. Not with Gale.

“Did you not expect my adoration? Even after all this time?” He questioned, looking at her as if he was studying each feature. He just didn’t want to lose her with this new proclamation. “How was I supposed to ever expect this.. I’m not the type to fall for..” Elle’s own esteem issues would rarely surface, but she found it hard to find the good in herself. “Not the- Not the type to fall for? Elle, that is just utterly absurd.” Gale’s hand gripped each other in his lap, just to hold back from holding her. “How could you not be the center of all my attention when you challenge me so often. Your beauty shows itself in so many ways, how am I supposed to ignore you?” Now his right hand reached out to brush a piece of her longer bangs from her eyes. “I’m obsessed, honestly..” He sighed again, but now she understood his reasoning. Lovesickness wasn’t fatal, but it definitely could hinder a traveling party.

“How long..?” She asked finally, but Gale could easily answer. “When you pulled me from the portal..” He lowered his head, as if to be ashamed. “I suppose you’re not alone then..” Elle scooted in closer, the gap between them just kept getting smaller with each shared confession. When she pulled the wizard from the whirling portal, she almost felt like it was a divine gift from her Goddess. After being with two of the most sarcastic members, it was a breath of fresh air to have the wizard tag along.

“Gale, you don’t understand how long… I’ve wanted you to say this.” She sighed out, her manicured hand resting on his knee closest to her. Elle had such a hard time admitting her own feelings, even if she spent so much time worried about others. “I’m still having such a hard time even believing I’m not dreaming.” Gale’s throat bobbed as he swallowed his anxieties. “What can I do to convince you that you’re truly awake?” His voice was confident, with a slight waver. Not that his own experience was anything to worry about, but being in his tower for so long hadn’t given him a chance for practice. “What do you mean?” Elle asked innocently. Her experience in the love field was basically nothing outside of her novels and mage hand. She had no clue how to respond to his moves.

She didn’t need to respond, though, as Gale had leaned in now. Their lips met with a tender touch, Gale just couldn’t be anything but gentle with Elle. Her tension melted away at his touch. Elle didn’t feel uneasy or unsafe when it came to Gale. Even when the kiss became more intense, she didn’t feel any boundaries being crossed. Pulling her into his lap, Gale helped her sit on his thigh as he held her waist closer. The sound of the crickets chirping, the owls sounding off, and the water crashing soft on the shore just covered the sounds of their clothes rustling. Elle was the first to let her hands wander.

First, they traced his collar bone. Detailing each small scar and running over the low ridge of his tattoo. Then, she traveled lower with her left hand. She just rested it on his chest, but Gale was bursting just from her sweet grazing on his body. Breaking from the kiss, Gale panted to catch his breath. Elle just folded her head into his neck, leaving even sweeter kisses with every whimper he’d release. “Elle…p-please…hold on…” Gale begged, feeling himself about to burst. Elle thankfully relented. “I-I’ve never done anything like this before, Gale… I don’t know what I should do…” Elle confessed, hiding her flustered face in his shoulder.

“Allow me to help you then, my dear.” Gale whispered soft into her ear, not wanting to scare her any. “Will you trust me?” He smiled, pulling her back to look at him. Elle of course agreed. How could she not trust Gale Dekarios?

With a wave of his hand that wasn’t holding her, he cast a veil over the tent. The world seemed normal, just as if a haze had fallen over the tent. “What happened…?” She questioned, Gale just started to smile. “Just something to deter the others.” He leaned into her neck now, trailing kisses from the bottom of her ear to the base of her neck. “My tent appears closed now, so they won’t bother…this.” They were still in the night air, exposed, with all the risk warded off.

Gale’s free hand now moved to hold her thigh, causing Elle to gasp with surprise. Their lips met again, this time with more urgency. The spell could wear off at any moment, so they had to make it count in one way or another. Elle’s own hands began to move down again, this time pushing the limit. Gale groaned into the kiss as Elle palmed his already hard cock through his lounging pants. Her palm rubbed at the length over the cloth as she tried to deepen the kiss. Gale allowed her, his tongue working its way into her mouth now. He moaned with a deep grumble into her, not wanting to waste a moment any longer.

“I’ve dreamed about this exact moment for months now, Elle…” He broke the kiss to now move his pants down. Elle moved off his lap to sit on her knees. Patiently waiting for him, as if she’d expected the evening to take this path. His dick sprung from the tightness of his pants, Gale audibly sighed in relief.

Elle would be lying if she said she wasn’t mildly intimidated by its girth, but she sure was excited. Only reading about this in her risqué books, Elle had no actual experience with sex in real life. “M-May I…” She started to ask, but Gale just feverishly responded with a nod. Elle took it as permission to reach out. Positioning herself between his legs, she pulled at his pants just slightly to make it more comfortable for him. With one hand she began slowly moving up and down, with the other she palmed at his balls that perfectly rested on her hand. “E-Elle…oh gods…” Gale threw his head back when she started to pump at his cock, his wrist moved up to cover his eyes. She was focused, though, her speed quickening with every second passing.

His panting grew louder with her speed. Elle was stopped, though. Gale moved his hand back down to hold onto her hand. “I need you…” He confessed desperately. Pulling at her wrist softly, his puppy dog eyes were too much for her to resist. “Please.” Gale begged again. If Elle wasn’t a sane woman, she’d be clawing at the tent behind them.

She moved back, pulling her pants off with haste. The cool air hit her, the only things keeping her warm was the sweater she wore and the heat from her full body blushing. Crawling forward on her knees, she didn’t feel as exposed, knowing their moment was hidden. She felt almost more excited, knowing that if the veil fell, she’d been seen for all that she is. Elle wanted Gale more than she ever thought possible. His firm hands grabbed onto her soft ass, pulling her up to straddle his lap now. Gale’s cock bobbed with his movement. His erection now rested on her pelvis, throbbing in anticipation. Gale held himself firmly to not absolutely devour her on the spot, needing her more than the magic he craved. He took two fingers to ready her for their endeavor, but was not prepared for just how wet she’d become. Elle wasn’t even aware that a person could make her feel so…euphoric.

Biting her lower lip to hold back her moans, he moved around her clit just to tease at her. Elle’s body crumpled against his torso again, head resting on his neck. “G-Gale-” She sputtered out, breathing heavily into him. Two fingers moved down her pussy, inserting one after another into her. She shook, thighs quaked the deeper he pushed. Gasping softly as she gripped at his shirt with one hand and pulling at his hair with the other, Elle couldn’t sit still. Even the thickness of his pointer and middle finger was enough to drive her mad. “Darling, if I don’t do this I won’t fit, just try to hold on a little longer.” Gale cooed in her ear, petting her head soft to coach her as he began thrusting his fingers faster.

His fingers coated in her wet was a feeling he’d savor. Gale wasn’t surprised that he was growing harder by the second. Each time he’d move his hand, his cock would throb. Tightening around him, her back arched into his body, just trying to hold patience. “Haah… Hah… Gale…” Elle breathed out, her grip getting tighter. Gale wouldn’t let her finish, though, he needed Elle to help him. Pulling his fingers out, fighting the tight suction of her virginity. She mewled at the absence, but Gale tried to console her. “Shh, love. J-Just wait. Please.” Holding the shaft still, he helped Elle stand on her knees to hover still.

Anticipation made him shake slightly, he anxiously ran the tip down from her clit to her waiting hole. Meeting her pussy with a deep moan, Gale felt like he could’ve melted. Elle helped him by lowering her body, her pussy resting right on the tip. Gale sped it up by pulling her further, going deeper. Elle quickly moved a hand over her mouth, his girth stretched her more than just his fingers. Forgiving her cluelessness, Gale just kept trying to soothe her while easing her down. “Gods… Elle…you…” He breathed as he finally bottomed out, “You are….divine…”

Tightening around him from the compliment, Gale once again felt the need to burst then and there. It’d been upwards of a year since he’d been with someone so intimately, but he tried to remain patient. On her own, though, she began to move. Gale tried to lighten the load by guiding his hands to her ass again, allowing him to move for her. “Thank you…for trusting me with this.” His brown eyes looking at her with the sweetest smile, but she was too far gone as he began speeding up his pace. Her arms laced around his neck to hold her stability, she laid on him with her full weight.

Gale was stronger than he looked, but it also just could’ve been the instinct to rail into her. The amount of sound coming from the pair almost made her doubt the spell truly hid what they were doing. The soft padding of skin meeting skin, the soft moans and groans, and the sound of lips against lips. Fucking into her was easy, but Elle couldn’t stop from kissing him. Trailing along his tattoo (which only drove him mad) up to his mouth, Gale’s pace sped up faster to match his own needs. “E-Elle-” He sputtered out, breaking the kiss she kept leaning further into.

He had to pull her off, trying not to upset her too badly by cumming inside her. Pumping at his own cock, he used the lubrication from her pussy for ease. Elle started to whine, but Gale just cast Mage Hand to help her along. A mystical blue hand appeared to work at her clit with the same speed he’d shown prior. He smiled as Elle laid back on her knees, so Gale could get a good look as he stroked his dick. As Elle’s body shuddered with pleasure, she arched her back to fend off the eventual climax. She wasn’t sure what she was fighting off though, maybe she just didn’t want the moment to end. Gale helped her legs get more comfortable, holding her still just to watch her squirm under the hand. Gale felt himself at the point, so he rose on his knees as he continued pumping at his dick.

Elle came with a sigh of relief through her nose, but Gale had to bite his tongue as he came into his fist. The hand still moved, even as Elle softly begged to slow down. Only as she squirmed around did he snap out of his daze, waving his hand once again to send it away. The two sat in exhausted silence, crickets outside acting as a white noise to their panting.

“Well…” Gale began. “I don’t suppose that’ll be the end…right?” He looked at Elle with hopeful eyes, holding out a hand to help her up. Elle paused for a moment to allow herself to catch her breath. “Well, you don’t just expect us to never explore the notion.” Gale scrambled nervously, now expecting rejection from the silence.

“Shut up, Wizard.” Elle finally sighed out, giving a soft kiss onto his cheek.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 tav #tav #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #bg3 gale #baldus gate 3 smut #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 fic #`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ · love notes #`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ · series #`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ · 18+

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Morning!

Is it cool to ask how the boi’s with animals would respond to having a S/O who is (kinda scarily) good with animals like you could swear this “tiny” human is using magic ?

E.g. cows in fields just mooing as they follow after S/O or horses acting like huge puppies?

(imagine doomfanger greeting S/O first once before Pap! Or being unable to see mafiafell sans’ S/O at first due to being under a very loving dogpile )

Just thought I’d share this idea! 🌼

Undertale Sans - He's a bit surprised since his parrot is very territorial, but he assumed he just likes you for some reason? He's pretty sure he read it could happen sometimes, meaning they're feeling well in their environment or something. It's good for him.

Undertale Papyrus - His dog loves everyone so he's not too surprised Sure, it gets annoying when his dog pushes him off the couch to cuddle with you, but he can manage a little frustration.

Underswap Papyrus - You did that trend where you two run in different directions to see who your dogs are following. He's not heartbroken or anything seeing his three dogs run to you. He's just going to lie there. Alone. Looking like a kicked desperate puppy.

Underfell Papyrus - He gasps, offended, as Doomfanger chooses your lap to sleep on in front of the TV. He snatches the cat from your knees, but Doomfanger claws him and returns to your lap. Edge is so upset now and thinks his cat hates him because he did something wrong. He's going to sleep. You find him pouting in his bed under three blankets, so sad lol.

Horrortale Sans - You two are Disney princesses. All the animals are following you around the farm. Oak is so used to him it didn't hit him you have the same power on animals he has. Just a normal day at the farm.

Horrortale Papyrus - He was about to scold his brother as he saw all the animals are following him... But there's only you??? He gasps. No way you're having the same curse his brother has! Please, he just want a normal day at work. Is it too hard to ask?

Swapfell Papyrus - He's mad because you blew up his hiding spot for the wild raccoons he's hiding in his room. Now not only Nox wants them out, but he's dragging you on a leash in the whole house to see if there are other hidden pets around. Rus promises you he will get his revenge.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - So. You were on a car trip and some cows escaped to see you. The problem is that Coffee now insists they are your cows and that you should bring them home, and he's very determined to push one in the car. You're not sure how to stop him. The poor cow is already half inside and he looks so happy... Guess you have a cow now.

Dancefell Sans - He's crying and screaming for help, as a bear interrupted your camping trip and decided to sleep on him to get closer to you. Why does it always happen to him? He hates animals! Please do something, he's going to die!

Farmtale Sans - He's quite in awe. No one could ever get close to his rescue horse because he's so scared of humans since he got abused. You tamed it in ten seconds. Uh. Maybe he could use your little power to help his rescues around. They could need that.

Farmtale Papyrus - He's so jealous he refuses to sit next to you. He wanted to show you the farm dogs, they all jump on you to sleep in a pile. When he tried to join, the dogs growled at him. Now he feels excluded and sad and mad and he's not going to talk to you for the rest of the day.

Mafiafell Sans - He's glad his dogs like you since they usually don't like strangers, but, uh... Maybe don't sleep with all of them in bed? He can't even find a place to lay down. Also, all the dogs are cuddling you, and he feels so lonely now, just staring at the ceiling. He's not upset, just disappointed. Also, you're going to lose the key of the house tomorrow and he will not hear you knocking at the door, which will force you to sleep outside.

Killer and Dustale Sans - Ok, now that's scary. Killer is staring at you in shock as Dune is lying on your lap, purring like hell and SMILING as you're petting his head. ... He wants to be pet too, and he's getting insanely jealous and mad now. You pet Killer's head, he flops in your lap as well. Wow, you didn't know your power could work on feral skeletons too. Weird.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #dancefell #farmtale #mafiafell #killer sans #dustale sans #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[kitsune-oji]

Can we pls have a married to satan hc like the mammon and dia ones?

Married to Satan

Of course! I haven't written Satan often yet so I hope this is good ':) sorry for how long this took

Satan x gn! Mc (you/yours)

I imagine married life with Satan would be very domestic, though not a lot would change from when you were "just" partners

Parallel play is a big one with him. He's reading while you do your own thing, which may also be reading or drawing, playing games (quietly), crocheting? Whatever hobby you have that can be done inside, quietly, by his side

He likes to do little things to make you happy, like surprising you with latte art or taking you out on a little date (you know the cat café is his go to but if another place is your favorite, that's alright too)

If you want to, he would consider moving out of the HoL with you. Finally he'd be far away from Lucifer and have you all to himself. Though, if you two do end up moving together, he has to admit that despite how irritating it always was, he sort of misses the chaos his brothers brought with them. It's so quiet without them in the same house

If you do stay at the HoL however, Satan is quick to use the "they're MY spouse" card whenever he wants your time (or to smile smugly at Lucifer when he says it, reminding him that Satan won your heart and not he)

Your presence during any sort of meeting or gathering - be it casual like the Anti Lucifer League or something more formal like a Banquet where his Connections™ show up - is more than welcome

If you have any ambitions to perhaps publish a book or start a business, maybe open a store, Satan has the demon for you and introduces you without hesitation. You can't find anyone more supportive of your endavours than him, surely

Everyone knows you as Satan's spouse, someone who he's so smitten with that you could very well be a cat. Yes, someone actually asked you that before and looked even more confused when you had to tell them that no, you're not actually a cat with shape-shifting powers, thank you very much

It was sort of funny at first but it got old pretty quickly

Sometimes, demons would come to you with a gift, hoping to get into Satan's good graces. If you indulge them or not is on you. Satan's opinion on the matter is quite clear: He doesn't care for people who only want to use as a means to an end. If the can't even see how wonderful you are, they're not worth his time anyway

Walking through the devildom streets has never been so safe. Satan doesn't really have any big enemies and those that didn't get along with him weren't dumb enough to try to get you involved. After all, nobody could save them from his wrath if you got hurt

On the other hand, you're the first person anyone tries to contact whenever he does lose his temper. You're a surefire way to get him to calm down, like a joker card. Your presence soothes him and talking out all his troubles with you helps him regulate his emotions better. That is, assuming you don't get angry at whatever he got angry at too

Sometimes, you'll catch him playing with the ring on your finger, putting his own next to it and just looking at it with the softest expression. If you ask him what he's thinking about, his gaze will go to you and he will just tell you that he loves you and that he's happy you're with him, before kissing you gently

#obey me shall we date #mine #om! swd #obey me nightbringer #race neutral mc #gender neutral reader #Obey me satan #Gn mc #obey me headcanons #Headcanon #Hc #Hcs #Fluff

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Build it better

Part 3 of Something in the orange

part 2

the long awaited final piece, i cannot thank everyone who rooted for this the entire time enough, you made me happier in the last months i've been in a long long time.

Warnings: Ned and Betty are the true heros in this story.

Summary: Peter is stupid, but he always wins.

You talked Peter into going out, you fought him tooth and nail for the bill, finally settling on “I won’t be your girlfriend if I can’t buy you dinner.” He immediately slid the check towards you. 

He walked with your hand laced in his down the street, it was slower now. Most action was done for the day, only a handful of couples or college kids were sharing the space, Peter walked slowly with you and enjoyed conversations about nothing. Like, who would win in a fight, a room full of feral kittens or a room full of preschool kids. You take cats, Peter questions how easy it is for you to count out kids. 

“Little kids are terrible with pets, they would be pulling them by the tails and swinging them around by their necks.” 

You counter react, “Sure, but it would only take one kid to get fucked up by a kitten and then the rest of them would be terrified.” 

Peter nods, “I choose cats.”  

The conversation dies down, both of you enjoying being together in silence. That was important to have with someone, don’t get it wrong, you and Peter spend endless amounts of time talking and laughing and theorizing, but there was never a need or push for it. You talked because you wanted to, not because the space would be full of awkward silence. 

You should be able to be silent with your person and still know what they’re thinking. 

Peter sniffed in the cold air, he was the runny nose when cold type and you were the frozen boogers type, a match made in heaven. 

He broke the silence first, he must have known what you wanted the whole day. He also knew you didn’t want to bring it up. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

You look over at him, you know instantly what he’s talking about. 

You nod, “Yes, please.” 

He nods then looks around, “Can I take you somewhere?” 

“Of course.” 

“You’ll have to ride.” 

“I don’t mind a taxi, especially when I’m in it with you.” You winked. 

“I appreciate it baby, but I mean a swing ride.” 

“Oh.” 

Say what you will but swinging around the city with Peter isn’t all that fun for you. It’s all the thrill of a rollercoaster with none of the safety, you know Peter would never intentionally hurt you but accidents happen and he may be alright with a bad spill but you wouldn’t be. He’s taken you around before but it was always your idea that you then regretted so you stopped asking, it always seemed fun until you were in the air with just an arm wrapped around you. 

“I know, baby. It’ll be quick.” 

You pout and stomp a foot, a little toddler tantrum. 

“A taxi can’t take us there, otherwise we’d already be in one. I’ll make it fast, promise.” 

You frown.

“I’m not even in the suit, I can’t go far.” 

You groan, “Okay, fine. But I’m closing my eyes the whole time.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“And don’t talk to me, I want no distractions while you're swinging me around all willy nilly.” 

“Got it.” 

“And I want a tight hold, Peter. Bruise me if you have too, I’ll freak out if you’re too gentle.” 

He salutes, “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Ready?” 

You sigh, “No, but yes.” 

“Great!” 

Peter steps forward and holds out his hands, you step forward and wrap your hands around his neck. 

“Leg up.” He taps on your thigh, you holster it to his hip where he grabs under your thighs to hold you against him, you look down as he holds you. 

“Wrap ‘em around me,” You cross your ankles behind his back. 

He pats your butt, “Good girl.” 

You assume the position and hunker your forehead to his shoulder and close your eyes tight, you hear a thwip and you start to leave the ground. 

A powerful shriek is ripped from you, “Arm, Peter! Arm, arm, Peter! Peter!” 

His right arm is wrapped around you tight, so tightly it’s nearly uncomfortable and pinchy. It feels extremely secure, you feel brave and peek one eye open to the city cutting by you. 

“Are you looking?” 

“Don’t talk to me, Peter! Hold tighter!” He squeezes you, you think a little air left your lungs. You welcome it. 

The second his feet touch the ground you latch on tighter, squinting one eye open to make sure it was a safe landing and not sudden death territory. You stayed wrapped around him for a second to catch your breath before dropping down. 

“Welcome back.” 

“Can I still get that ‘I Survived’ metal?” 

“Already have it on backorder.” 

You look around, you’re on a building. You’re not too sure where though, it had to be close but Peter could also go in the distance in just a few minutes. If you had to take a guess it was somewhere in the business district, tall skyscrapers full of the same office over and over. If you look closely at the buildings across from you, you could see a few offices light up, a couple of guys putting in extra work hours. You wonder if they’re trying to stay away from home because it’s too empty and cold, or maybe they were trying to escape their families. 

“Where are we?” 

He’s taken you to essentially, the middle of nowhere. 

There were things around but nothing of importance to either one of you. 

“Where I decided to end things.”  

You purse your lips, “Oh.” 

It must have been a place of importance to Peter. 

“C’mere.” 

You follow him towards the back of the roof, a small overhang from the bigger building behind it. You catch the puddle of stained blood on the cement near Peter’s feet. You have an achy feeling it wasn’t his. 

Peter notices you looking at it, you realize he wanted you to see it. 

“I was sitting here,” He turns to point at the overhang, you can imagine his feet kicking and dangling as he watches over the city. 

“And this guy I’d been back and forth with for a minute comes right in, I mean out of the middle of nowhere. And we’re fighting, it’s normal.” 

You nod, choosing not to speak, it was his turn to talk, yours to listen. 

“And uh,” He pauses to think, he knows there is no easy way to drop this bomb. But he’s come to terms with it, he’s forgiven himself and he’s able to talk about it now. But only with you, only you can get the whole truth. 

Peter runs his hands through his hair, you watch as he shakes out his hand after. He’s getting annoyed at the length, you step in to fix it. Reminding him why he’s let it grow. 

“I gotta be honest here, honey. I was getting my ass kicked, I hadn’t been getting sleep, you were sick and I was helping you catch up on schoolwork and I wasn't thinking about him. I was busy with other things and I didn’t think he was that serious.” 

He notices you frown, he didn’t mean to make it sound like you took the fight out of him. 

“I don’t like how that sounds. It wasn’t you at all, I just had my mind on other things and when he showed up I was unprepared. I just wasn’t expecting anything like it that night.” 

“I know you don’t blame me.” You shook your head, where was this going? 

Peter nods, “Good, where was I?” 

“You were getting your ass kicked.” 

“Oh, right. Okay, so this guy is just wailing into me.” 

You shudder, you never loved hearing about him getting beat up. Doesn’t matter how strong Spider-Man is, that’s your Peter. 

He noticed the recoil but continued, “And I was losing, badly. Then,” He lets out a dry laugh.

“Then, he asks me, ‘I wonder if Y/N was here you’d be trying harder?’ and I uh, I totally fucking lost it, Y/N.” 

Your breath caught, you always knew that was a fear in Peter’s mind. He always tried to tread carefully with you and Spider-Man so these things wouldn’t happen, he did his best to keep you separated from his alter ego but he guesses he didn’t do it good enough.  

This was the first time someone knew who you were in a fight, this was the first time Peter ever lost his temper. 

“Is that why you were nervous when I came by to see you as Spidey?” 

He nods, if he’s honest he never wants to see you again when he’s in the suit. 

“I hurt him really, really badly. After that I just, panicked. I had never done that to someone and I know it wasn’t, but it was because of you. I didn’t do a good enough job at protecting you, and you got looped into something that you have no place being a part of, and then you became a risk. Losing you became a risk.” 

“So you broke up with me because even if I hated you, you would still have me in your life.” 

It wasn’t a question, the pieces clicked. 

“I did.” 

“How bad is bad?” 

You know in your heart Peter could never kill anyone, right? 

“He was throwing me a mean right hook and as soon as he said it I grabbed his fist, and threw him off me. Then I just started punching, I just kept going. It wasn’t even a fight anymore, he stopped fighting back. He couldn’t. And I was so fucking angry he talked about you, that he knew your name and what you are to me. And I kept, fucking, going. He started to gargle on his blood and it sounded so good to me, to know he wasn't able to say your name again.” 

You had no words, how could your Peter do something like that? But he wasn’t your Peter in that moment, he wasn’t the delicate touches and tender words. 

In that moment he wasn’t Spider-Man, he was Peter using Spider-Man. 

“And then he stopped moving. Stopped breathing, stopped choking on his blood. Just, stopped.” 

He stared at the blood stain, you hated you were right when you guessed it wasn’t his blood. 

“And uh,” 

His voice cracked, you try to remember when he stopped making eye contact with you. 

He was ashamed. He thought you were ashamed. 

“It felt good, it felt really good for a second.” He said the words shakily, sniffling and turning his head to the sky. You knew he was trying his hardest not to cry. 

“Then I panicked, all that anger was washed away in a second and I felt disgusted and upset and dirty. And I did a scan on him, he was alive. But barely.” 

You couldn’t help but give a sigh of relief, not even for you, but for Peter. You don’t think Peter could ever fully bounce back if he had killed him. 

“He’s okay now, right?” 

Peter thinks it’s cute how optimistic you are. 

“He’s in a coma, still is. But, they expect a recovery. It’s medically induced, his brain is swollen.” 

“But he’s okay, right?” 

Peter pinched his face, “He’s in a coma, baby.” 

“I know, but he’s safe. He’s breathing, he’s getting help. He’s in a medical setting, and he’s alive because of you. You may not think you showed mercy but him laying in a hospital bed is proof that you’re not a bad person, right?” 

He ignored the last part, “Okay, he’s okay then. He’s okay.” 

“Are you okay?” 

“It wasn’t just about keeping you safe.” 

You tilt your head, “The breakup?” 

“I also never wanted to do that to another person, and I felt like you had a little too much power over that part of my brain. I just felt like I needed a break from you to heal that part of me, and that’s probably selfish but I just couldn’t pretend everything was fine and love you like nothing happened when something did happen.” 

“Looking back I think the breakup was a good thing,” He shared a look with you. “Honestly! I realized a lot of that hurt and pain I had was because I put too much on you. I let you give me every bit of my self confidence and worth and when it ended I realized I had nothing to give myself.” 

“And when you broke up with me I found that. I found my beauty, and my worth and I grew my confidence and I realized why you loved me. Losing you made me love myself, and that’s a lesson I’ll be thanking you for my entire life.” 

“Do you mean to tell me you hated me for nothing and breaking up saved our relationship?” 

“I think so.” 

Peter hummed, he actually agrees with you. 

“Well, do you think I’m a monster?” 

“Oogly boogly, I’m terrified of you.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Serious, come on now.” 

“No. No, I don’t think you’re a monster. I think it may even be a little off putting by how okay I am with that. Not that I think you should do that again, especially with me involved. But, I dunno, Peter.” 

You sighed, “I know that hurt you, and it scared you and it freaked you out. I get it, and you show regret and remorse and you changed by yourself, with no one in on the secret you realized what you did was wrong and you vowed to yourself you would never do it again.” 

You stepped forward to grab his arms, “You’ve punished yourself enough for the both of us. You broke up with me to make sure you would never do anything like that again. That’s growth.” 

“I love you, Peter. And trust me, nothing’s ever gonna change that.” 

“You’re a freak for loving a menace.” 

You smacked Peter on the chest and pushed him away, “Way to ruin a cute moment!” 

“You already told me you loved me, it lost the punch.” 

“No I didn’t! I’ve been saving that one.” 

“When you saw me earlier, I said ‘love you, bye.’ Then you said ‘love you too.’” 

“God damn it, you should’ve pretended you never heard that.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

Then he jumped up and down with a squeal, he threw his arms around your middle and lifted you up spinning. “She loves me, she really, really loves me. Never a doubt in my mind, cause she loves me!” You laugh pushing at his hands to set you down, “If it makes it better that's exactly what went through my mind earlier.” 

You grin, “It makes it better.” 

“You make everything better,” He pressed a fat kiss to your cheek. 

“You know what this means?” 

“Hm?” 

“You can be my boyfriend again.” 

“Fuck yes!” It was rare to hear Peter curse. 

“Not yet though.” 

“Oh.” 

“I still have to ask!” 

“Ugh, well. Can you do it soon?” 

“You can do it right now, tiger.” 

He narrows his eyes, “No, I don’t think I will.” 

“Then you can’t complain.” 

“Like hell I can’t.” 

—-------------------------------------------------

You needed the right way to ask, you were full of ideas but you chose to go big with it. 

Not public, you know that would freak him out. 

But exciting and sentimental for both of you. 

You had been having fun though, the past few days you’ve teased him relentlessly watching him squirm. 

Last night you told him, “If you say this one thing to me I’ll make you my boyfriend right now,” His head whipped to yours, “Anything, what?” You try to hide your laugh but fail, “I want to fuck you right now.” His nose scrunched, “Not worth it.” Which ended with a gasp and, “Peter!” 

You don’t want to admit it but you’ve been losing sleep over this a little bit. 

At first you were thinking of a scavenger hunt, maybe around the apartment that would end in asking him, but then it would feel a little out of place, the prize at the end was you. 

Then you thought about taking him out to dinner and asking and while it was a nice idea, knowing how you and Peter are and the history you had, it felt a little formal. 

After the third day you had to ask someone who had been through this before, him. He asked you to be his girlfriend in such a cute way too. You both passed notes back and forth all class and they were usually filled with doodles, interesting facts, confessions of want like, ‘I can’t wait to kiss you after class,’ or ‘I miss your warm touch,’ until one day, Sandra, who sat between you two had gotten the note from the opposite table where Peter sat. 

You opened the folded paper, biting your lip to hold in the smile. Peering up you looked towards Peter who had a similar grin who then nodded at the paper in your hands, you carefully unfolded it to see a message, ‘Check yes or no: Will you be my girlfriend?’ Except the no wasn’t an option, the options were ‘yes, of course I want unlimited access to you’, and ‘no, I am choosing to deny Peter any more kisses’. 

Looking up at him you narrowed your eyes, then held your hand in front of the note so he couldn’t try and make out your scribbles, then rolled your lips in your mouth as you passed it back through Sandra, you didn’t miss the subtle shake of his hands. He was nervous to ask you despite how much he knew he made you feel. 

Peter held his breath opening it, you had crossed out his no option, and checked his yes so many times he couldn't see the blank behind the box. Under his no you wrote out, ‘as if there were any other option,’ he scrunched the note up and held it to his chest before stuffing it in the bottom zipper of his backpack, he looked your way and mouthed ‘Thank you,’ you turned your head at him, confusion clouding you, ‘For what?’ 

Peter just shook his head like you didn’t understand, ‘For being mine.’ 

You’ll never forget that. 

Now you looked at Peter tinkering with the DVD player that had suddenly stopped working, cross legged in front of the TV his shirt bunched as he moved forward straining the fabric. 

“Help.” 

His head turned around, “Help with what, baby?” 

“Me.” 

“What’s going on?” 

You pout and feel tears pricking, it was so dumb but Peter made you feel so special when he asked and nothing felt right to you, nothing felt like it made sense, was it supposed to? It was just a question, one you already had the answer to. But he made you feel wanted and important and you wanted to deliver the same back. 

“I don’t know how to ask you, I’m failing.” You rub at your eye to stop the tears. 

“No you’re not, baby. It took me a minute to ask you too, I just went with my gut, do the same.” 

You pouted and despite fighting, tears fell, “No tears, c’mon now. No tears, it’s just a question.” 

“But, but,” You start to breathe harshly, Peter comes to sit next to you and tugs you to him. 

“Slow it down, we’ve got all night. Think about what you want to say, no tears, okay?” 

“I just,” You sniffle, “You made me feel so special and important and I want to do the same but nothing sounds or feels right and I can’t copy you.” 

Peter presses a kiss to your head, “I promise I’m simple back, I don’t want this to stress you out even more but I don’t care how you ask at all. I just want you to ask.” 

“It can be simple and you won’t be upset?” 

“Psh, you make me the happiest guy alive. I don’t need anything else.” 

“Okay, I’m sorry it’s taking so long.” 

He rubs his cheek on the top of your head, “We have nothing but time, I’m not going anywhere and I’m hoping you aren’t either.” 

“Never, never ever again.” You lean into his chest and let him hold you for a moment. 

“Good. Now, I’m going to leave you so I can fix this thing and then we can cuddle on the couch okay?” 

“I love you.” 

Peter looks a bit confused because, of course he loves you too but he wasn’t even leaving your sight. In fact if you stretched your foot out you could probably kick his back. 

He realizes it wasn’t about a declaration of love, it was you telling him you were trying, and please don’t give up. 

“I loved you first and I always will,” He winked, and even though he didn’t need help and it would actually be harder with two people he still asked, because he wants you to feel important to him. 

“Actually, baby, can you come over here? I need you to get a cord for me.” He pointed behind the TV, he didn’t need the cord, but pretended he did just to watch your eyes light up and skip to the wall. 

“This one, Petey?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” 

You handed him the power cord, nothing would work now. 

Peter pretended to move things around then handed it back, “Plug it back in for me?” 

With your back turned he actually did what was needed to fix it, “Turn it on for me, please?” 

A click, then the DVD menu came to life, a loud cheer and hands jumped around his back. 

“We did it, Petey! Go team us!” 

“Go us!” He tapped your bottom and pushed you to the couch, “where you want me, champ?” 

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You needed outside help, you had a plan and needed someone to help pull it off and normally it would be Peter but that would be like asking him to wrap his own birthday present. 

So, you went to the man in the chair, his best friend in the whole world (you were an extremely close second), Ned. 

“I need your help asking Peter to be my boyfriend.” 

Betty squealed and bounced up and down on Ned’s bed, sometimes you wish you had a mini Betty Brant on your shoulder to be your own personal cheerleader. When you questioned yourself or felt unsure Betty was always there to double down on confidence. 

Ned rubbed his chin and nodded slowly, “I see, I see.” If he had a cat in his lap he would be playing ‘The Grandfather,’ before he could even get another word in, his blonde girlfriend piped in, her smile swallowed her face, you couldn’t help but match it. Her joy was contagious. 

“So what are we thinking? A carriage ride in central park? Oo! Maybe some roses and a bottle of champagne? No, no, I know! An aquarium date, he loves the aquarium!” 

You grinned and tilted your head as you thought over her options, yours was better. 

“I was actually thinking of a virus.” 

“Like the flu?” Betty was confused. 

“Or like Monkeypox?” Ned was also confused. 

“Babe! That’s insensitive, that’s like a thing right now.” 

“Would Ebola be better?” 

“No! That’s deadly!” 

“So is the flu!” 

“Oh my god, I cancel myself. Take me off the air, I don’t deserve it.” 

You cross your arms in the air calling for a break, “I meant a computer virus.” 

Ned seemed taken aback, like giving Peter the flu would actually be the better option. 

“A computer virus?” He shared a look with Betty, “Your great idea is giving him a computer virus?” 

You rolled your eyes and tugged your laptop from your backpack, “Not him, me.” 

Ned looked at Betty again. 

“Stop doing that!” 

He turned his head back to you, “Sorry! I just thought when you said you needed my help you needed me to get Peter out of the house or distract him with something, not infect your computer.” 

Betty nodded in agreement. 

“A fake virus!” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but how the hell will that make Peter be your boyfriend again?” 

You tapped your laptop against your forehead and breathed in deeply, “Well, Ned, if you would just let me explain!” 

He made a gesture of zipping his mouth and handing Betty the key, which she stuck in her pocket. 

“Okay, I have this idea. You put a fake virus on my computer, and I bring it to him and I’m all like, ‘Babe please help me I clicked on something I shouldn’t and now I’m hacked,’ and he’s gonna be like, ‘oh my god, I told you to stop clicking on the side ads’ and then when he tries to reverse it a pop up blocker appears and it says ‘Will you be my boyfriend?’” 

You blink at the couple and shake your shoulders, “Well?” 

“I think that is absolutely adorable! And so Peter, he’s gonna love it!” Betty beamed with confidence in the plan.

Ned looks to Betty, she pulls the imaginary key from her pocket and hands it back. Ned unzips his mouth, “Oh yeah, he would love that for sure. It’s gonna take me a minute though, if we’re trying to trick him it’s gotta be believable. If not, he's gonna have it figured out in a minute.” 

You pushed your computer at him, “What can we do?” 

Ned grabbed it and turned in his desk chair, he opened the screen and started to click around. 

“We can do nothing, I will do everything.” 

You pout, “I can help, Peter says I’m great at helping him.” 

Ned raises his brow, “Oh, is that what Peter said?” 

You gasp, “Why? Does he say I’m bad at helping?” 

Ned questions how he’s going to answer, “Uh, I mean, no?” 

You look at Betty and panic, “Am I bad at helping?” 

“No, not at all! You’re a great help, I’m glad I have you to support me when I need it!” 

Ah, that Betty Brant positivity. 

“Do you have any plans tonight, Y/N?” Ned shot over his shoulder, he was curious about his deadline, he also didn’t want to throw Peter under the bus. 

“Sleepover at Peter’s, nothing else, why?” 

“When do you need this done?” 

“Uh, when you can have it done, I guess. There really isn’t a time limit, just sometime this millennium.” 

Ned hissed through his teeth, “You drive a hard bargain.” 

You squint your eyes at him, he was being sarcastic and said you were a bad helper. You turn to Betty, she looks pleasant and waiting for your question. 

“Wanna get pizza? I’ll text MJ?” 

Betty hops up and wraps her scarf around her neck, she wraps her hands around Ned’s neck as he whines in protest and presses a fat kiss to his cheek, “Bye babe! Love you, I’ll bring you home a slice of hawaiian!” 

“And garlic knots!” His voice was muffled as you shut the door. 

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get down, get down!” You whisper screamed at your friends, pulling a hand from MJ and Betty to get them to squat behind a concrete planter outside the pizza place. 

Betty freaks out immediately, ducking and covering her head with her hands, she starts whispering a prayer while MJ blinks at her hand in yours and shakes it out. She stands, sees Spider-Man looking at her from a building, then is pulled back down by your vice grip. 

“I said get down!” 

“Oh my god!” Betty cries.

“You’re safe Betty! Peter is across the street!” 

“Oh, okay!” She untucks herself, then circles back, “Wait, what?” 

“I told him I was in the district with my parents! He can’t see me here, he’s gonna know I lied!” 

Peter knows you lied, he doesn’t know why but he can literally see you behind the planter screaming at your friends. 

“I’m pretty sure he’s looking right at you,” MJ blinks at you then peers at Peter through a crack in the planters, he is. 

“Oh god, if he can see me, he can hear me.” You groan and look at Betty for help, she shrugs her shoulders. 

“Peter?” You whisper out, too scared to actually look at him. 

“You’re not him, you dolt. If he’s talking back you won’t hear him.” MJ was always the brain. 

“Oh shit. Uh, Peter, if you can hear me do something.” 

“It’s like you're trying to prove God exists.” Betty giggles. 

You hear the bell of a church across the street chime, double whammy. He hears and sees you. 

“Fuck, do I just get up? Pretend this didn’t happen?” You look at your friends for help then let out a scream when a hand touches your back. A guy your age is squatting behind you. 

“What are we hiding from?” He’s blonde and has a crooked front tooth, it fits him. 

“Who the fuck are you?” MJ was scared of no one. You commend her balls. 

“Jake, what’s up?” He reaches out a hand, MJ raises a lip at it and Betty and shakes it enthusiastically, “Betty Brant! That’s MJ and this is Y/N.” 

“Let’s maybe not tell strangers our name.” 

“Oh. Sorry, MJ.” 

“Y/N, you seem like the ringleader here, why are we hiding again?” 

You start to get nervous, it was obvious he was hitting on you and he was still touching you. 

“We’re hiding from my boyfriend, we’re playing a game and we can’t see each other.” 

Jake’s hand rises higher on your body, you notice MJ’s unwavering stare, ready to bite if you call for it. 

“Oh cool! Is it one of those race to win scavenger hunts?” 

“It’s uh, Betty is he still there?” Betty peaks her head around, “I don’t see him.” 

“Awesome!” You raise to stand, his hand floating down your back, brushing against your ass. 

“Hey!” You reach back and slap his hand, “The fuck? Did you just touch her ass?” MJ made sure to get the outside patio customers to look over. 

“It was an accident,” He raises his hands, Betty humphs at him. “That’s not very gentlemanly,” 

“Yeah, yeah. Where’s the ‘boyfriend’?” He used air quotes, you suddenly felt cornered. You don’t know where he went, probably got pissed you lied and swung away. 

“Right here,” Peter had appeared from nowhere, his collar buttoned all the way up, sleeves tucked into his thumbs, you knew the suit was underneath. 

“This guy?” Jake chuckled a little bit. 

“The last guy that said that was struggling to breathe,” You narrowed your eyes at the blonde and Peter rested a careful grip on your shoulder. 

“Okay! Let’s go.” Peter started to pull you down the street, you tucked under his arm closer and watched to the side to make sure MJ and Betty followed closely. 

Peter pulled all three of you into an alley, he looked at every face and gauged that everyone was okay. 

“Next time, we don’t worry about Peter seeing. We get away, okay?” 

MJ raised a hand, “I don’t care about you either way, I wasn’t the one that panicked.” 

Betty nods, “I’m sorry Y/N lied.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry I lie- wait, what the fuck Betty!” 

She jumped, MJ muffled a laugh. 

“Oh what? You think he’s not gonna find out you lied to him, as you are literally getting caught in a lie?” 

Peter high fives Betty, “What she said.” 

“Why didn’t you just tell him?” 

You huffed, “Tell him what, Betty?” 

She tightened her scarf, “that you came over to, oh.” 

“Yeah, oh.” 

“Yeah, she couldn’t exactly tell him that, Bets.” MJ came to your defense. 

“Tell me what?” Peter looked between everyone. 

“Nothing!” All three of you rang out at once and refused to look at him, it screamed guilty. 

“Uh huh, right. I’m gonna go back to city watching, get home safe and you,” He pointed at you and made a come here motion, you looked at the ground and pouted, you felt like a scolded puppy. 

“Don’t worry about me, okay, just keep yourself safe. I’m glad you had your friends with you and I’m glad I was right there, but next time think for yourself, capisce?” 

You nod, “Capisce.” 

“Good, c’mere.” Peter leans in for a kiss, both of your friends make a puke sound. 

You pull away to leave with your friends and Peter pulls you back in, “Love you,” your face matched his grin, “liar.” You drop your grin and grumble, “Love you too.”

—-----------------------------

“Did it die?” You press the keys harder, they clack but the screen stays blank. 

“It has a virus.” Ned shrugs, you tap the keyboard sporadically, finally a small figure appears, it jumps up and down on the black screen then makes a laughing sound, ‘Files lost, loser!’ blinks at you. 

“It’s inoperable, Ned.” You whine at him and try to bypass it, it’s impossible. You begin to think he actually infected the technology. 

He rolls his eyes and bites into his pizza, “I told you it had to be hard, cause Peter would be able to crack it in a minute.” 

“Okay well, I need to actually use it in the meantime, any chance that can happen?” 

Ned holds his finger in the air working on chewing and swallowing his bite, he breaths in, lifts the pizza to his mouth, “No,” then takes another bite. 

You drop your mouth, “No?” 

“Nuh uh. Not until he cracks it.” 

Betty smiles and taps his shoulder, “So smart, Neddy!” 

“No, not ‘so smart, Neddy,’ I can’t do any school work, I need to write my history essay!” You groan and tuck your head into your hand. 

“Sorry,” Ned doesn’t seem sorry with his careless shrug. 

“Use Peter’s, or if you want I’m going into school early Monday so you can come with me.” Betty shines a smile at you and picks a piece of pineapple off Ned’s pizza, she dropped it in her mouth forgoing Ned’s open jaw, he was saving that piece for last, it had the perfect crust, ham and pineapple ratio. 

“It’s due Monday, Bets. I’m gonna have to ask Peter.” 

Ned swallows his last bite and begs for Betty’s water bottle, then smiles. 

“Good. That was the plan, wasn’t it?” 

“I mean, yeah. But also, like, now?” 

“No time like the present.” 

You huffed and stuffed the computer in your bag before zipping it, “Fine then, I’m going to Peter’s to use his.” 

“Or you can ask him to fix yours?” Betty suggested calmly. 

“I don’t even know how it looks! I’m not sure this is the best idea.” 

Ned raised his hand in the air, it was weird how easily it settled you. 

“He’s gonna crack in, then try and find the “corrupted file”,” He used air quotes, “Then a big pop up blocker is gonna take over the screen and it’s gonna say “Will you be my boyfriend?”” 

You stayed silent, it was adorable and you know Peter will love it. 

“And it won’t be instant, right?” 

“He’ll have to dig around for a minute or two, just enough to get him in the zone.” 

“You’re sure I can’t see it first?” 

Ned shakes his head slowly, “Sorry, if I go in now it will ruin it. It will take hours to reset it.” 

You nod, Betty notices you stalling. 

“You’re not nervous, right?” 

You shuffle your feet, “I dunno, maybe.” 

Ned guffaws, “What? Why the hell are you nervous?” 

You shug and look at Betty, “What if he says no?” 

Ned stands from his chair so quickly it spins, “Okay, look. I kept my mouth shut, I learned early that you never stand in between in a couple so I’ve been a good friend to both sides. And, Y/N, I say this with only love, but you are so so dumb. I mean, what kind of a question is that? ‘What if he says no?’ Do you understand what he’s been working towards this entire time? There is only one god damn reason he’s been doing everything he’s done these past months, you. You are the only thing that is keeping him going, he is living on the bare hope of you accepting his apology. I know Peter, if, and I mean if, it didn’t work out he would act fine to you but he would break inside, there would be nothing left to him. You’re all he has, Y/N.” 

Ned breathes in and out, “I have never seen love like you two, I have been trying to match up with Betty, to have what you have. And I get it now, I get how Peter can feel so helpless because I feel like that everytime I’m not around her.” 

Betty wraps her hands around his neck and snuggles into him, “Neddy, I love you so much! I don’t feel the same when you’re not around, it’s like I have a gaping hole in my chest.” 

You shudder, “Is this what it’s like when Peter and I are in the same room?” 

“Worse.” They both respond at the same time. 

You suck in a deep breath, “You’re right, Ned. I have nothing to worry about, he loves me and he’s gonna say yes.” 

Ned nods like you finally understood him, Betty smiles brightly, “You got this, Y/N!” 

You smile back at her, it’s impossible not to. 

“I love you guys, you know? If you ever repeat this I’ll deny it, but I felt lonely without you guys. After the break up, I mean.” 

“Hear that, Bets? She needs us.” 

“I did hear that, honey.” 

You raise a finger, “I did not say that.” 

Ned hums, “I think you did.” 

“I really didn’t.” 

“Close enough.” 

You sigh, “Yeah, yeah. I needed you for computer help, guy in the chair. Nothing more.” 

Betty gasps, “She admits it! She needs us!” 

A groan rips from you, “I’m going to my boyfriend's house.” 

“That’s right, girl! Manifest that shit!” 

You sling your bag over your shoulder, “I’ll see you later,” You head for the door and turn back one more to the couple, somehow cuddling closer. “Thanks again guys, I mean it.” 

Ned stage whispers to Betty, “She’s acting like she thanked us in the first place.” 

“Okay, that’s it. I’m only talking to MJ here on out.” 

—-------------

Peter’s door never seemed scarier, despite Ned, you were nervous. 

And, fair to him, you didn’t really know why. It was in the bag, you were basically dating already, just without the label. It just felt real now, all the emotions of the three month split ran through you at once. The pain, the hate, the dispare, the confusion, the hurt, the loss. It sucked and you never wanted to go through it again, ever. Not with Peter, not with anyone. 

You shake out your shoulders and suddenly a knock pierces the hallway. You don’t remember knocking, then a hand on your shoulder. You jump away and yelp, you turn to see Peter wide eyed. 

“You good?” 

Your heart races, “What are you doing out here?” 

His eyebrows furrow, “I live here, remember? I’m going inside, what about you? You’ve just been staring at the door for three minutes.” 

“I uh, you know.” 

Yet again, Peter doesn’t know. He pretends he does. 

“Right, right. You’re here to spill the beans on your lies.” 

“What lie? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Peter marks a finger against his palm, he’s tallying up a score. 

“One more to the list.” 

He’s joking, he’s not mad. He’s not even curious, you don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. You assume it’s good, it means he trusts you, even if you bent the truth. 

You push his hand down, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie.” 

Peter bounces the words in his head, “You just didn’t mean to get caught.” 

“Okay, maybe so. Doesn’t mean I’m not sorry.” 

The door opens in both your faces, May’s hair pushes back from the breeze, “Are you coming in or what?” 

You pull Peter by the fabric of his jacket through the door. 

“Are you fighting? No more fighting allowed in this house, you understand? I just restocked the strawberry ice cream.” 

You salute, “No arguing here, just light banter.” 

Peter giggles, “She’s lying, May. She’s been lying all day.” 

“Oh my god, shut up Peter! She’s gonna think you’re being serious.” 

Peter tilts his head, “Am I not?” 

“Okay, that’s it. Bedroom, now.” You start to stomp towards his room, May looks over at him and hisses through her teeth, “Looks like you’re in trouble.” 

“Why am I in trouble? She’s the liar.” He raised his voice at the end, making sure you heard him. 

You did. 

“Peter!” You yell out his name in warning, May wide eyes him. “Better get over there, it’s gonna get worse by the second.” 

Peter rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Boyfriend duties, she lies and it’s my fault.” 

“Peter, I swear to god I’m gonna kick your ass.” 

Your voice comes out muffled, ripping off your shirt you changed into one of his; pajama pants slipping on next. 

At last Peter comes in and shuts the door behind him, he raises his eyebrows at your shirt. He hasn’t seen you in his clothes in awhile, you said that was relationship stuff. He can’t help but imagine that means you’re in a relationship. 

“What’s going on with you?” 

You sigh, “How do I know it won’t happen again?” 

Peter’s confused, “What won’t happen again?” 

“Breaking up with me. How do I know that you won’t freak and end it if someone finds out who I am, or maybe five years from now things get tough with Spidey and you have to call it?” 

He blinks, “I don’t… I don’t know. It’s a shit reason but, I just know I won’t. I can’t promise you more than that, and I’m sorry. You’re gonna have to trust me, you have to trust me when I say I will never do that to you again.” 

“Okay.” You whisper out the words looking at his shoes. 

“Okay?” He cups your face, you look at him and smile. 

“Okay.” You nod in his hand and lean up for a kiss, “I trust you to never break my heart again.” 

“That’s a lot of pressure on a guy, you know?” 

“Mmm, I think you can handle it.” 

“I sure can.” 

He leans closer and looks in your eyes, “Is that it? That’s what’s got you worked up?” 

You lean away and groan, Ned’s words rang in your head. ‘No time like the present.’ You figure, ‘what’s one more lie?’ especially if it’s for the greater good. 

“No. I did something bad, you’re gonna be mad.” 

Pause, Peter is never mad. At least at you, he’s never gotten loud or stormy. He’s gotten annoyed and pissed but not mad. 

“Uh oh.” 

“Like super pissed.” 

“Wait, how pissed?” 

“Mega. Bar bathroom in Hell's Kitchen pissed.” 

“Oh geez. Lay it on me.” 

You look at your backpack, “It may be better if I show you.” You pulled it up by the handle, “Oh god, please don’t show me a dead animal.” 

“Is that your first thought? Really?” 

You unzip and pull your computer out, he groans, “did you put our sex tape on pornhub?” 

You whip your head to him fast, “We have a sex tape?” 

He shrugs, “We could.” 

You reach out your computer and turn your head away, “I can’t bear to look at it.” Peter looks at you unsure and grabs it, he sits on his bed and you follow him, you bounce down and he presses down on the side to steady it, his voice warning, “Y/N.” 

Peter opens your laptop and waits for the screen to wake up, when it doesn't he taps the trackpad. It stays black, “Baby, I promise I’m not being funny, but did you forget to charge it?” 

“Oh no, keep pressing around.” 

He looks at you and taps, it takes a minute or two but the preloaded screen pops up. The figure jumps up and down, the threat of corrupted files and name calling had Peter drop his jaw. He blinks at the screen, looks at your sheepish face then back at the screen, once more at you, then the judgment. 

“God damn it, Y/N. What the fuck did you do?” 

“I uh, you know.” 

Peter does know this time.

“I told you not to click on side ads! You’re worse than a ten year old with unsupervised internet access. I mean, seriously baby. I cannot believe I have to tell you this, but if an ad has a phone number attached or if doctors hate her, then for the love of god do not click it.” 

��I-” 

He kept going, “I told you I was going to install an adblocker but no, you swore you learned your lesson. And here we are, with a worse virus than before! I mean, this is gonna take all night! I may even have to get Ned in on it.” 

“No! Not Ned!” 

Peter looks at you with a side eye, “I mean it’s embarrassing. Like, I should know better, right?” 

“Yes. You should. But, here we are. Staring at the screen of death.” 

“Don’t say that, I have a history paper to write.” 

“The one I told you to start three days ago?” 

“Possibly.” 

“Alright, get your cute butt to my desk and start writing on mine.” 

“No!” 

He side eyes you again, “I mean, I want to see you do this. Because next time, I mean not next time because I won’t ever do that again, but maybe I can figure it out myself.” 

“You really need to start that paper, sweetheart.” 

You huff, “Ned said you think I’m bad at helping. Is that true?” 

His eyes widened, “When did he say that?” 

“Well, I said you thought I was a great help and he went, ‘Oh, is that what Peter said?’” 

“Oh, is that what Ned said?” 

“You’re deflecting!” 

“Ned doesn’t know what he’s talking about, baby. You’re an excellent help, you helped me with the DVD player, remember? And you helped me with my web shooters that one time.” 

He’s talking about you handing him tools when he asked, maybe you really weren't a great help. 

You feel upset. 

“You know what, maybe Ned can help me instead. Apparently I’m no good to you.” You reach for the computer and he leans to the left so you can’t grab it. 

“C’mon, no hostility. You’re a great help, even if you don’t think you are. I need you for moral support.” 

Now you were really upset, he admitted you were of no actual use. 

“Okay, you know what? I’m gonna go to the library and do this, I don’t need your help like you don’t need mine.” 

“Stop.” His tone made you actually stop, it made you pause and think that he actually does think you’re a great helper. 

“No, cause Ned is right. You do think I suck at helping you.” 

“I said stop.” He shakes his head and starts to press at what you believe are random keys, he’s actually just breaking back into the computer. 

“Peter!” 

“I’m not entertaining this any further, Y/N.” He sighs when his attempts are futile, he starts again. 

“Okay, deflecter.” You mumble under your breath, you know he hears you. He hears everything. 

“Don’t make me shut you up,” He mumbles back while tapping, he huffs this time, he tries once more. Ned wasn’t lying when he said he made this difficult. 

“No really, It’s fine. I’m just literally never gonna help you with anything ever again because you only ask to make me feel better.” 

Peter deflects once more, “See what I’m pressing? I’m holding these at the same time and when I let up you hit this one. It should be an entire system override, no matter the virus you should be able to get back into your screen. That way you can see how affected it got.” 

It worked, “This one?” 

“Yeah, hold these two and stop when I tell you to.” 

“Okay!” 

Peter is glad you can switch your attention on a dime flip, “Stop! Now hit this one, and if you’re luckier than me you should be able to break in.” 

You press it, and it works. You are met with your homescreen, you cheer. 

“See? I needed your help, you got the magic touch. Without you I’d still be nowhere.” 

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Parker.” 

“Is that the saying?” 

You shrug, “Close enough.” 

Peter holds control and R for a while, a popup block hits the screen. He then selects system preferences and enters into the computer bio. All you see is binary code, repeating zeros and ones in no clear order, at least to you. Peter is scanning through each code, his eyes running over every number. 

“You can read binary code?” 

He nods and keeps searching. 

“That is so hot.” 

“Thanks, baby.” 

You chew your lip, “Last time you used a scanner.” 

“That was a regular bug, this one is too deep in the system. It wouldn’t register with a malware scan.” 

Peter's eyes race through the screen, it would be deemed impossible to most human eyes but similar to reading text, you can spot the typo. Peter could spot the binary typo, it was just a matter of identifying it. The hardest part is that he doesn’t know what he’s looking for until he finds it. 

“Aha! Get out of here!” 

You watch with a held breath as he selects it then deletes. It is immediately returned to the system, Peter draws his head back and looks at you. 

“Where did you say you got this from?” 

“Uh, I’m not sure.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned closer at the screen, he’s making sure that what he’s seeing is correct. It was an extremely powerful virus, not a simple bug or keyboard hack but an entire system overhaul. He would be lucky to actually remove it, he’s never had a virus come back after being deleted. 

“Baby, this is a pretty hardcore virus. You’re not just going to pick it up off a google ad. What were you on?” 

“Maybe I was watching porn or something?” 

He looks at you, “Those are mostly penis enhancer pills, got anything to tell me about?” 

You push his arm, “No! I don’t know, maybe it was when I was exploring the dark web.” 

He scoffs, “You don’t know how to get to the dark web.” 

Peter is telling the truth, you have no idea how to get there. 

“Yes I do!” 

“Oh really? How?” 

You sputter, “Well, I can’t tell you because I don’t want you to get on there.” 

“Baby, I cracked into there when I was ten. Don’t try me.” 

“And I got there the same way.” 

“Through Google?” 

You nod, “Yup! Just googled it, Petey. It’s not hard.” 

“Oh see, now I know you’re lying. You can’t get on it from google, you need to download a VPN and TOR, then hack in or get invited through a link.” 

“And you did that at ten?” You were slightly doubting him. 

He stares at you blankly, “I can read binary code, Y/N.” 

You purse your lips, “Okay, true.” 

“Seriously, how did you get this thing?” 

Peter once again attempted to delete, it swung right back in. It was getting harder, it wasn’t going back to the same spot. It moved all around, he had to keep fighting to search for it. 

“And don’t lie, you’ve done that enough today.” He was teasing but warning. 

“I really don’t know, honest. I gave it to Ned to borrow, when I got it back I tried to do my paper, and I saw that.” It was slightly true, you did let Ned borrow it. 

“Ned put this on here? Why was he borrowing your laptop?” 

Fuck, he’s got you there. 

“Well, I gave it to Betty, actually. Then I guess Ned used it, and when he gave it back, bam! Virus.” 

“Ah, while you were out with her and MJ?” 

“Yes! Exactly!” Peter just helped you with a lie he didn’t know he was part of. 

Peter let out some soft swears, he was getting pissed. 

“Fuck off,” he whispered at the screen, the visual character popping up laughing calmed no anger. 

“What are you doing now?” You tried to peer at the screen, you were half watching him and the screen. You weren’t sure when the message would come through, you didn’t want to miss his reaction. 

“Trying and failing with my girl watching, not a great feeling.” Peter sat up straighter again and searched over and over for the code. Little did he know Ned thought this over extremely carefully, he implemented it in the system for it to change patterns and virus’ after three attempts. 

Peter is racing his eyes over each line over and over, he knows it’s not gone, but it’s gone from his eyesight, and that is worrisome. He genuinely doesn’t know how you, or Ned got it. Peter’s actually never seen something like this, heard of it but it’s rare. This is a deep, deep hack. 

He wants the pressure off him, he can feel your eyes burning into his back and it’s starting to make him anxious. He’s failing at helping, he hates that. 

“So, liar, any reason why you were spitting them out today?” He tossed the words over his shoulder, you pulled your back from the wall the bed’s pressed against, you tug at his elbow and whine, “Don’t call me that!” 

“Why? The guilt is too hard to handle?” He breathes heavily out his nose from his own joke. 

You push your cheek into his shoulder, words coming out muffled because one half of your face was squished into Peter’s body; your entire weight was leaned on him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not a liar.” 

“But you did today.” 

You nod against him, “I did today.” 

“Why’s that? You don’t have to hide your friends from me, I know you have ‘em.” 

You move your head to bite lightly at his bicep, he shakes you off, “menace.” He actually doesn’t mind it this time, it’s been a while since you did that. It used to annoy him at times but similar to your favorite nickname to use on him, he missed the things he used to think were a nuisance. He missed you doing those things. 

“I love you.” You kiss his arm and move back to leaning into him. 

“Looks like both of us are deflecting tonight,” He tsks and your cheek hardens when he flexes his bicep, he’s got his fist clenched in anger, he nearly slammed it down on the computer, he’s glad he restrained, you would probably never speak to him again if he broke it. 

“Break it and you die.” You warn him.

“Your heart, or the laptop?” He chides back. 

Your eyes narrow, “Yes.” 

He hits delete on the file for the fifth time, he holds his breath steady. It’s deleted, his air deflates from his lungs slowly, “Fuckin got it.” Peter cracks his knuckles and smiles proudly, you sit up quickly, Peter feels the cold air seep into the cotton of his shirt where you rested. Panic was smeared across your face, you were glad he couldn’t see your face. 

“Wait, what?” Your reaction had Peter throwing his head at yours, “Is that not what you wanted me to do?” You sound upset, you grab at the screen in his lap and shake it slightly, then slap your palm on the empty space next to the trackpad. “Woah!” Peter pulls it away from your hands, “What’s up with that?” You shake your head and try to pull at it again, “It shouldn’t of been that easy, it was supposed-” 

You were cut off. 

The screen flashed red, an angry face appeared on the screen, big bold black text followed.

‘TRY ONE MORE TIME, I DARE YOU.’ 

“What the fuck?” You both spoke and stared at the screen. 

It kept flashing, you had no idea what was going on. You were starting to believe you were actually hacked. 

“Peter, I don’t…” You trailed off and watched the flashing red. He thinks of what to say, he can get this figured out, he’s sure of it. 

“I think I know why this is happening,” He nods his head, he’s sure of it.

“Wait, you do?” You were excited but let down, you wanted him to see the surprise, not guess it.

“I think I do,” He draws out the words and looks at you. 

“Why is it happening, Peter?” You whisper the words. 

“Because,” He pauses and lowers his voice, a secret between you both. “Because, you lied.” 

You groan and throw yourself flat on your back, “Okay, okay, I get it. You’re joking but you’re also serious. I just,” 

“No fighting, right? Cookies? Good time for cookies?” May pushed through the door, a steaming plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies was held in front of your face. She also pushed a glass of strawberry milk in your hand, and you accepted it with a smile. You couldn’t help yourself and took a gulp, you were nervous. You didn’t want to lie about the lie, it was getting harder to cover. 

May was a third party, you could tell May. 

You handed the glass to Peter to set it on his nightstand, thinking about the condoms in the drawer made you smile, it was so innocent and dirty in one picture. 

“May, can we talk? Please?” She tilts her head at Peter, he shrugs. He doesn’t know either. 

“Of course, darling! Peter, take the cookies.” She handed them to Peter, he sat the plate down and then grabbed one to munch on. You stand and speak clearly for Peter, “Don’t listen in, seriously. Don’t.” 

“Got it,” The words muffled, he gave you a thumbs up. 

You nod and walk out with May, you turn back quickly. Peter’s hands working on the screen, “And don’t touch that until I come back.” 

“It’s no biggie, I’m sure I’m close.” 

“No! Don’t touch it, I’m serious Peter!” 

He looked confused but promised he wouldn’t. 

May had you backed into the hallway, you were hoping Peter was staying true to his word and not listening in. “What’s that about?” 

“I lied to Peter today.” 

“So I’ve heard.” 

“It’s for a good reason, but I can’t tell him that.” 

“Why not?” 

“It will ruin it.” You shake your head. 

“Ruin what?” 

“The surprise,” you whisper but know it’s useless if he’s actually listening. 

“What surprise?” 

“I had Ned put a fake virus on my laptop, and I said I was going to the district with my parents but then he saw me at lunch with MJ and Betty, and I can’t tell him why I lied cause it will ruin it all, and I don’t want to lie about lying.” You breathe it out in one go, May still looks lost. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But, what will you ruin? I’m lost, dear. You said Ned put a fake virus on your computer?” 

You smile at her, she’s going to be more excited than Peter.

“I’m asking Peter to be my boyfriend tonight.” 

May’s scream was automatic, she hurried to put her hand over her mouth but Peter’s head popped out from the doorway anyways. “You okay?” 

“So okay! Oh my god, congratulations!” May wraps you in a tight hug and sways you back and forth, you giggle and squeeze her back. 

“Oh god, did you get a promotion?” Peter groans. 

“No, but you’re about to,” You wink at him and head back to his room, pushing him back in by a hand on his chest. 

“You swear you didn’t listen?” You look him over, he wouldn’t be able to contain the excitement if he did. 

He holds up three fingers, “Scouts honor.” 

“But, I did touch the computer.” 

“No!” 

“Don’t worry, I found it but I'll give you the honors of doing the final delete.” He grins and taps the seat next to him, you ready yourself and reach your arm over. 

You delete it.

A big pop up box appears. 

‘WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND?’ 

You hold your breath and blink at the screen, you wait for Peter to notice. 

“Huh?” Peter furrows his brow then closes out of it. 

He presses again, the same message. 

Peter humphs and closes it out again. 

‘WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND?’ 

It’s spelled out boldly, you know he sees it. 

He shakes his head and closes one more time. 

Your heart sinks, it didn’t work. You tried so hard to make it special, make it just right, something he would love, something he would understand immediately, and he’s not. He’s breezing right past it, something that’s literally in his face. You can’t help the tears that cloud your eyes, you watch as he closes it one, two, three more times. More and more frustrated with each time. 

You feel one tear fall, then two, then they start to stream. Peter doesn’t notice until you sniffle, he knows your cry sniffle. 

“Hey, no crying. It’ll be okay, I’ve almost got it figured out.” 

Peter reaches out a hand but you smack it away, “No, you don’t almost have it figured out.” 

“Baby, I promise I will. I’ve just never seen anything like it before, I mean, what kind of message is that?” 

You sob at his words, it was a total fail, you feel sick. 

“I’m just gonna take it back to Ned’s, he put it on there in the first place.” You were defeated and terribly sad, this is exactly why you didn’t want to do this. You rubbed your nose and reached for the tech, Peter raised his shoulder to block you. 

“What? No, you’re already here, just let me do it.” 

“You’re not doing it right!” You feel your chin wobble when the words tumble out, more tears running. 

“Baby, I’m trying, okay? I’ll get it back and it will be just like brand new. It’s just a dumb message, don’t freak.” 

Peter’s trying to be sweet and supportive, and it would work literally any other time. 

“It’s your message!” You almost shouted the words, your breathing became harsh. He thought it was dumb. 

“What do you mean it’s my-” He looked back at the screen and re read the words, he checked again. ‘WILL YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND?’ He dropped his jaw, that's why you wanted to look over his shoulder so bad, and wanted him to wait before he kept digging. He assumes that’s why you lied, you were busy putting this together and he just shit all over it. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Peter’s never sounded more delicate.

You shake your head, it makes you cry worse. 

“C’mere,” He reaches for your hand but you shake your head again, he can’t take it back. It felt entirely ruined. 

“Baby, look at me.” His words were gentle but demanding, you look at him and pout. 

“You ruined it.” 

He nods solemnly, “I did. I know I did.” 

“This is why I didn’t want to do this, it was a stupid idea.” You sniffed and wiped away your tears. 

“Hey,” His tone was offended, it wasn’t stupid at all. He was.

“It’s not stupid, I was stupid. It went over my head, I wasn’t even thinking about it like that.” 

“First you think I’m bad at helping and now you think the way I asked you out was stupid. Maybe we shouldn’t get back together.” You didn’t mean it at all, you were hurt. 

Peter knows you’re acting like this because you're hurt, he’s learned that much from the split. 

“Come on now, you don’t mean that. You’re just upset I didn’t catch on, now c’mere.” 

You slowly waddle to stand in between his knees. Peter pulls at your hands and makes you look at him, “You are an excellent helper, I’m sorry I made you think you aren’t. You never complain, even when I get cranky things aren’t going my way. You do whatever I need you to do and you do it happily, even when you just sit next to me, it makes me work better, because you’re watching me and I want to impress you. I need you as my little helper, I always will.” 

You nod and grab one hand in both of yours, you slowly turn it, playing with his fingers and tracing his watch. He’s made you shy, it’s a good thing. 

“Second, it wasn’t stupid. It’s a really smart, sweet way of asking me. I just wasn’t thinking of it like that, Ned played it off so good I really thought it was a wonky virus. That’s why I said it was stupid, not because I don’t like it. I love it, I really do. It’s a geeky way to ask me, and that’s why it’s perfect.” 

You mumbled back to him, you pressed the button on the side of his watch and watched it transform into a webshooter. You lightly pressed at the circular tab, a web hit his ceiling. He acted like it never happened, “You still ruined it.” 

Peter nods, he agrees to the fullest extent, “I did.” 

You press again, another web shoots out. 

“I tried really hard.” 

Peter smiles sadly, “I know you did, I’m sorry I didn’t react how I should’ve.” 

You press the button on the side, it retracts back to a watch. You press and watch it transform again, you do it one more. 

Peter grabs your hand when you try again, “Look at me?” 

You oblige. 

“I would really, really love to be your boyfriend, if you’ll still let me.” 

You shrug nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal. You untuck the corner of your bottom lip you were chewing on, “If you wanna.” He pulled you on his lap, pushing the computer off to his side. 

“Of course I wanna, I've only been begging for months.” He pushes you in to hold you tightly against him, you feel your chests move in unison, one breath in, one breath out. You keep yourself pressed to him for a minute, no words were needed. 

You huff into his shoulder and think about it, you push yourself away from him by your arms on his shoulders. 

“Petey?” 

“Yes?” 

You breathe in deep, “Will you be my boyfriend?” 

“What are the terms and conditions?” 

“Love me forever and ever, and never break up with me again. Cause if you do, you'll have to pay for my therapy.” 

Peter throws his head back in a laugh, “Deal.” 

“Deal?” 

“Yes, I would love to be yours, again. And forever and ever.” 

You both look at eachother with a smile, until he pulls you in closely. 

“I wanna ask you something,” You look impressed. 

“Me? Little old me?” You make a motion of flipping your hair back. 

“Can I kiss my girlfriend?” 

You nod quickly, and fuck what you’ve said before. No kiss has ever felt this good between you two, it was home. You finally felt at total peace, he was yours and you were his. It was the way it was supposed to be. 

Breathless you open your eyes, “You’ve been waiting on that one, huh?” 

He can’t help himself, he pulls back in, “You have no idea.” 

—------------------

THREE MONTHS LATER,

“Peter I swear to god if you’re not here in the next five minutes I’m sending out a bolo on Spider-Man.” Your words were threatening on the phone, Peter winces on the other line and dodges a fist. 

“Baby, I promise I’m on the way.” 

You hear grunting and silence, you start to steam. 

“Please tell me you’re not fighting someone right now.” 

Peter stays silent, you hear a whizzing sound. 

“If you tell me that you were late because you had to stop and fight crime I am gonna be so pissed.” 

“I’m not fighting anyone, I’m almost there.” 

“Lies!” 

“I’m not! I was fighting with someone but I’m not anymore, I’ll see you in like thirty seconds.” 

“They’re about to call you up, I’m not kidding.” 

You hear him swing faster, “I know, I know, did you leave the gown where I told you?” 

“What you should’ve done, is gone with me, like we planned, remember?” Your tone was clipped.

“I remember, did you leave it there?” 

“But no, you had to go on your own. I knew this would happen, but no, don’t listen to me. It’s fine, I only told you that you would do this, and what did you say?” You were barking orders from behind a tree, you had to resituate the cap on your head, it started to slant down. 

“I said I wouldn’t stop, but I’m about to be there. Did you leave it?” He was running out of breath, he can’t remember the last time he swung this fast. 

“And this wouldn’t be an issue if you let me around Spidey, but nope, lost that privilege. So now I can’t even make sure you’re on time, I just have to trust you and now you’re late.” 

A grunt on the line, he landed. 

“Baby, where did you put it? It’s not here.” Panic, he was going to be late. He didn’t know who would chew him out more, you or May. You, he could win back over with a date night and a few kisses, May would just shake her head every time he would try to explain it to her. 

Peter knows your right, he shouldn’t have stopped for that guy. It was supposed to be a quick in and out, he didn’t expect you to be on his ass but he should’ve. 

“Are you even dressed right? You have your slacks and button down on, right? Please tell me you brought shoes, I swear to god if I see those red boots under your gown I’ll scream.” 

“Yes! Yes! I’m dressed right, where the fuck did you put it, Y/N!” 

“No cause you wouldn’t be talking to me if you did, I know you’re talking through Karen!” 

He sighs, he sees you tucked it behind an exhaust pipe. 

“I’m talking to you through Karen so you can tell me where my gown is, but I found it.” He pulls it over his long sleeve and zips it up. He’s about to jump down when he pulls his mask off and drops it on the roof. 

“And another thing! If I’m doing you a favor and going out of my way to make sure you’re taken care of, the least you could do is show up on time! I mean I-” The buzz of the phone makes you notice he ended the call before you could give him the last piece of your mind. 

You stare at your phone, insulted he would hang up on you. You huff and shove it in your pocket, “fucking prick!” You mumble insults under your breath, “Hey, no need for hostility. I’m on time, see?” 

“Late to your own graduation, Parker! Who does that?” 

You spin to face Peter who shugs sheepishly, “I said I was sorry, I’m here and my name hasn’t been called yet. It’s all good, now where’s my cap?” 

You huff and pull it from under your arm, Peter leans down so you can secure it tightly. You fix the tassel in a straight line and smile at him, he looks down right adorable in his graduation blue. 

“You look cute, I need to see more of you in ambiguously shaped clothing.” He winked and you scoffed, “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Mr. Parker.” 

“You said it gets me everywhere.” 

“Yeah, well, not today!” 

You both follow the line, due to alphabetical order you won’t be sitting next to each other. 

He pulls your arm and you step out of line, you flash an apology smile to the guy behind you. He nods his head, your spot is saved. 

“Hey, one more kiss? While we're both in high school?” 

“I guess so,” You sigh and lean up for one. 

“You know, you’re my highschool sweetheart.” 

“I guess that means you’re mine too, Parker.” 

“You made it the best four years, I mean it.” 

You squirm, “Don’t get all mushy, you’ll make me cry.” 

Peter’s name is announced as Valedictorian, he has to go to the stage. He presses one more kiss, “I’ll be the one cheering the loudest when your name is called, I love you.” 

“I love you too, handsome.” 

After the graduation you both took pictures, some with parents, alone, friends such as MJ, Betty and Ned, even flash made an appearance in a group photo. You then trekked into senior send off dinner, where the entire class got together for one last shared meal, never again would you see those faces in a cafeteria. 

Peter sat by you the whole night with a hand on your thigh, even though it was just hours after your high school career ended it gave you a sense for the future, Peter would always be by your side and he would always be the smartest in the room, you noted and loved the way he would be able to share a conversation with anyone he passes by, he’s perfected the craft of knowing a little of something about everything. 

You ended the night at Peter’s, May had baked a cake with a fat congrats roped across the top, she kissed both of your heads and wiped tears with a “I’m so damn proud of the both of you,” before she left for the night. 

Now, you had both unzipped from the gowns and you watched them lay puddled on the ground, there was no need to hang them anymore, their purpose fulfilled. You sat your diploma next to his on his desk, Peter undid the buttons on his sleeves and rolled them up carefully. You watched with heavy eyes. 

“I’ve been working on something,” He drawls, he tugs at his button down and you melt inside. 

“What?” 

“Lay back,” He points at his pillows, you make a confused face. 

“What for?” You listen and lay back, Peter comes to stand over you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you.” The words came thick from his throat, something tells you you won’t be hearing that often. 

“Oh my god, this is the best graduation gift I’ve ever gotten.” 

“Is it really?” He’s on the bed hovering over you, he’s looking at you like he’s about to fucking devour you. 

You nod, “Tell me one more time?” 

He leans in, he kisses you for a minute. He trails his marks down your neck and collarbone, he kisses back up into your ear and whispers, “I said, I’m gonna fuck you.” 

“I am so glad you dumped me, you have no idea.” 

He looks puzzled for a moment, “Me too. We’re gonna build it better this time around.” 

You nod and tuck your bottom teeth into your lip, “Yeah, we’re gonna build it better.”

#peter parker angst #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker fic #peter parker drabble #peter parker imagine #peter parker mcu #peter parker #my writing

[cutemothman]

I need to talk about Scully in season 8.

Her best friend has just been abducted and the search for him is being treated like a manhunt. Like he's a criminal. After all she's done to stick up for him, she has to watch as his name gets dragged through the mud over and over again. He's a joke to everyone. Despite the fact that he's brilliant and loyal and has the biggest heart, they still see him as a raving lunatic who's obsessed with aliens and ghosts and cryptids. It's even suggested that he staged his abduction because he knew he was dying and wanted to go out with a bang. But that's not Mulder and she knows that. She's not even put in charge of the taskforce to find him, even though she's the person who has the best chance of finding him because anyone else is going to go looking in the wrong places. They can't find him because they don't know him like she does. The power is completely wrenched away from her.

And at the exact same time Mulder goes missing, she finds out she's pregnant. At the end of Requiem, you can see all the emotions she's feeling. Fear because Mulder's gone, confusion because she thought that she was infertile, and hope. So much hope. Gillian does a fantastic job in this scene. She's crying and she's scared but you can tell she wants to be happy about this. It's what she's always wanted. To be a mother. And she knows it's Mulder's baby. And it's so fucking unfair. She got what she hoped and prayed for. After all she's been through. After discovering Emily and having to watch her die. Just as this dream comes true for her the love of her life is ripped away from her.

And she's alone. Without the person that's been by her side for 7 years. I wrote in a fic once that Scully and Mulder are like two bonded shelter cats that can't be separated. She's not used to him not being in her life. Thank god she still has Skinner who always has her back (I get super emotional thinking about how he didn't even entertain Alex's ridiculous request to take out Scully's baby in exchange for a vaccine for Mulder). And despite a rocky beginning with Doggett, he's more than proven himself to her. But none of that matters because she doesn't have Mulder. The person who understands her better than anyone. And because of all the things she's seen, everything she's been through since they first went to Bellefleur, she can't deny the existence of all the improbable things that he's has been showing her all these years. Scully loves Mulder so much that she becomes him. When she's out on cases with Doggett, she assumes the role of believer as a foil to Doggett's realism. She knows how badly Mulder was treated, but now she has to experience that firsthand. Stepping into his shoes, she has to listen to people calling her crazy just like they did to Mulder all those years.

When they find Mulder's body, Doggett literally has to drag her off of his corpse.

Beside Mulder's grave, Scully comments to Skinner how it doesn't feel real that she's standing there. They've had a lot of close calls over the years, but they've always ended up okay. No matter how scraped and bruised and bloodied they always managed to get out alive. Until one of them didn't. He was the last one, she says. His father, his mother, his sister, and now him. In a beautiful moment, Skinner points out that he wasn't the last in reference to her baby (god, I love Skinner).

It's real this time. He's really gone. No matter how much she wishes that she'll see him walk through the door of his office or hear his voice when she picks up the phone he's gone and it's real and he's not coming back.

We as the audience don't get to see what those three months were like when she believed that he was dead, but they must have been absolute hell. She has to grieve him. Knowing that their child will never meet their father. She got her miracle but at what cost? She has to think about how she can move forward. How she can pick up the pieces and continue that work that he started, because if she doesn't, then what the hell was it all even for?

Three months isn't nearly enough time to even scratch the surface of her grief but she's getting up each day and surviving. She has to. What else is she supposed to do?

And then he comes back.

Scully saw them put Mulder in the ground. She stood by his side as he was lowered. This wasn't a magic act. This wasn't a trick of the light. It wasn't a case of a 'missing presumed dead suddenly reappears' soap opera plot. He was dead and now he's not. Scully's seen a lot of shit and opened herself up to new beliefs but this is a whole new level of bizarre. How do you even begin to process the return of someone you put in the ground. People don't just come back from the dead. Aliens exist and monsters are real but people don't come back from the dead.

No one who spends three months buried alive comes out of that okay. I love how they show the change in Mulder's personality. Duchovny portrays him so well. His jokes have more bite. He's darker. There's a new kind of tension that hangs between him and Scully. So thick it's almost choking. It's palpable, especially in that scene where they go back to his apartment. They seem to be dancing around each other. He even apologizes to her for being cold. He says that he's having a hard time figuring out where he fits in. He sees Scully, heavily pregnant, with a new partner by her side living her life without him, and that must be so fucking hard for him. I think back a lot to their conversation in the motel room in Requiem. How he tells her that she has so much more she needs to do with her life. Not our lives, your life. What really strikes me is how he doesn't include himself into that equation. The white picket fence domestic life that she craves. Even though she asked him to be the father of her child, he doesn't see how he fits into that scenario. He never did, even from the beginning but he was willing to try because it's Scully and he would do anything for her. But now, he sees her doing okay without him and he super doesn't feel like he belong.

I sense a kind of hopelessness here from Scully when he comes back. She doesn't know how she can convince him that, yes you belong in my life, so a lot of things go unsaid. There's something that's so maddening but also so special about this show and things that are unspoken. The things that are left up in the air. All the things that we are left to piece together. They don't even touch on the topic of the baby's paternity right after he comes back even though you can tell it's just eating at him. I think he knows but a part of him just can't believe it. He flashes Scully a confused look when Langly makes a comment about him being the father. She doesn't tell him because he's been buried for three months and she doesn't want to pile anything else on him. She can sense that he's hurting so deeply and there isn't a whole lot that she can do about it.

So here she is. She has him back, her best friend rose from the dead. By all intents and purpose, this is a miracle. The man that she loves crawled his way from the grave and back into her life. But things are different now. He's changed and so has she. And she knows they can't ever go back to the way they were before.

#idk i did the triple whammy combo of this is not happening deadalive and three words #and god it fucked me UP #i know i've done a lot of scully posting lately but i'm deep in the trenches of season 8 and i'm in PAIN #txf #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #text

[cookieshapedrat]

What if figurines and plushes sitting on my mini table could befriend each other within their worlds? What if their worlds collided and they all became friends?

These were the questions I asked myself today while doodling in my sketchbook. A whole world created just for fun. A Smash Bros kind of world except without the fighting, just vibing. Well… For the most part anyways. Characters coming together that you would never expect. I mean, Luffy befriending a friendly little puppet Wally Darling and offering him his hat? Blaze the Cat becoming mesmerized by the whimsical power of the Prince of all Saiyans Vegeta? Yoshi giving a Toad a piggyback ride (although that was always a thing within their world, but still fun to experience for anyone friends with a Yoshi.)?

And with this small exploration of this imagination, there’s much more to be seen. More outlandish yet intriguing interactions to capture. For now I leave these here as a simple display of my many thoughts of these characters.

Wally has befriended most of the personalities found around the bedroom, Luffy likewise, and the Yoshi and Toad tend to keep to who they’re most comfortable with. Vegeta still struggles to make friends, but Wally seems to be rather warm towards him. For what reason, it’s uncertain. Potentially the puppet is simply made to be that way. Filled with too much love to keep to himself. Luffy finds himself feeling like he’s right at home with Vegeta by his side. He actually reminds him a lot of a swordsman he knows back in his world. Spending time around him is like he never left the seas. Yoshi and Toad are simply too intimidated by the prince’s presence to get too close, however. They never seem to grow out of this, but they’ve grown to become at least trusting after some time. Blaze, on the other hand, likes that there’s another royal she can relate with. Although Vegeta is distant, she doesn’t mind it too much. He answers just about enough questions to keep her curiosities tamed, and he’s reserved just enough to be of a relaxing presence to be around. Intimidating yet calming, in a strange sense. She only wishes that Silver was here to meet everyone too… Sonic was supposed to be here but… Wait a second. Where is Sonic? Oh, never mind that. He’s most likely fine. Out doing his usual thing, she assumes.

#crossover fanart #welcome home #one piece #dragon ball #sonic the hedgehog #super mario #wally darling #straw hat luffy #prince vegeta #blaze the cat #yoshi #mario toad #art #traditional art #my art #sketchbook #sketches #fanart

[3vocatio]

solomon really is the devs' favorite, huh. not once have they disappointed with a solomon-centered event, dialogue, or scene (save for the change in his last birthday event). they just... carve him out so meticulously compared to everyone else because his thoughts and actions have flowed so smoothly compared to when we first met him?

when we met him, you could view him as arrogant or a bit odd and eccentric, because the basis of him greeting you seems to be out of curiousity. during his hdd card, he even admits that he didn't pay much mind to mc other than being curious of what they were going to do, but his affections slowly grew the more his eyes were opened to new experiences and perspectives.

now, we get a solomon who doesn't solely focus on his experiments or ancient texts, but also confronts people when they step out of line or cross a boundary because he maintains his ability to be kind. he never insults others, he makes sure that everyone's needs or wishes are met, but not to the point where he sacrifices his own wishes. his recent birthday in which he gifted everyone their modified trinkets & gadgets on his own birthday is proof of that.

if someone treats him with contempt, he normally doesnt hold it against them because he's perceptive enough to note where that bitterness is coming from.

there aren't many people caught up with the hard mode lessons, but (s4 spoilers) he's highly aware of how lonely thirteen is, and comes by to visit her on the rare occassion as though she were a neighbor, much to her disdain. he caught onto simeon's doomed fate far before it happened when he noted how 'different' simeon's philosophies were from the collective behavior that is associated with the celestial realm. once simeon dealt with the consequences, solomon was the first to confront him. again. and again. and again. no matter how much simeon denied it or rejected everyone around him, solomon was the one to understand how lonely it can be to deal with something all on your own.

and it's why we see him agreeing to play cards with mammon although everyone else believes it to be a waste of time, allowing leviathan to be himself when no one else can keep up with his passionate rants, always responding to satan's endless inquiries and gathering cats for his birthday every year, indulging in asmodeus' invitations to go shopping or do spa days when everyone else believes it to be draining, checking on beelzebub when others fail to note his subtle sadness or struggle, inviting belphegor to overview his experiments he needs help with when no one bothers to invite him anywhere because they're under the impression that belphegor will turn them down.

for the less notable people, solomon also cleverly checks on lucifer's state by asking for a pact every time he sees him as a greeting, he constantly works with diavolo to ensure that they both meet compromises for the program, he is the person that barbatos entrusts his own life to (grimoire), he is someone that luke can trust without fail, and as i've mentioned earlier, someone who makes sure that simeon doesn't harm himself or the people around him and visits thirteen's lonely cave even when he isn't wanted there.

i haven't seen much interaction with raphael and mephistopheles when it comes to solomon, but solomon is always happy to finally share his cooking with someone who adores it and makes sure that he helps raphael with chores around (albeit horribly..). if i remember correctly, too, he regularly speaks with mephistopheles behind the scenes.

and as for mc? not once has he stepped over their boundaries. he is confident in himself, but he never assumed anything of mc--in fact, he was the first one to ever show faith in them being able to reach their fullest potential by sharing his own power with them for a few hours, just to see what they could do. he is confident when sharing his affections, but he always humbly backs down when he's unsure of how mc will react. prime example is during the planetarium event where everyone spent time with mc and solomon chose to give mc some space instead of selfishly hoarding them to himself because he noticed how tired they looked, and wanted them to focus on relaxing.

bottom line, though, i think that if you pay close attention to solomon throughout the story, whether it be in devilgrams, events, daily chats, or the main story itself, you'll notice how consistent and well-written he is compared to nearly every character. i enjoy him very much and thought of sharing this with all of you to see what you think :] i'm aware that i'm biased, though, haha--very much so.

#obey me solomon #solomon obey me #omswd #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me analysis #obey me spoilers #also if you guys wanted the specific scenes that i'm referring to i'll try my best to get them to you after finals are over #note that my interpretation of them may not match yours #i know that some of them were locked behind events too but they just. plagued my mind in the best way and i never let go of them #so if it's a goose chase i must go on then so be it because solomon deserves it <3 #anyways solomon is a disney princess bc he can talk to animals and is the true mc sorry folks u heard it from me /j

[starlightshadowsworld]

Agency informant Izaya

Atsushi was surprised when Izaya approached him, asking if he cared to get lunch with him.

The two weren't strangers but they hadn't exactly interacted much.

Atsushi would've usually declined, the Headmasters death was still fresh in his mind. He wasn't in the mood to socialise.

However the office was going to be empty soon enough. And more than anything Atsushi didn't want to be alone.

So he agreed.

Though he was confused when Izaya asked if he wouldn't mind pushing his wheelchair.

Of course Atsushi didn't mind, but he'd never seen anyone else do it.

Izaya was patient, even teasing him at how much Atsushi was concentrating on the task, but it was never malicious.

He paid for their lunches, waving off Atsushi's insistence to pay for himself. Before the two headed to the park and settled in a quiet area.

"Atsushi, it's alright you can ask." Said Izaya, Atsushi was both relieved and slightly embarrassed that the other could see the confusion on his face.

"Why did you bring me out here? I mean, not that it's bad or anything! But... Why?"

Izaya chuckled "I figured you could do with some fresh air. You weren't concentrating on your work as much as usual. And your hands were shaking."

Atsushi blinked, looking down and only just now noticing.

"That's why I asked if you could push my chair. I figured holding onto something would help. And trying to keep me from crashing into someone would give you something to focus on."

He sighed "that, and having someone holding the handles stops random people from grabbing them."

Atsushi's eyes widened.

"People do that?!"

Izaya nodded, not at all surprised that's what Atsushi had chosen to focus on.

It was kind of sweet, seeing him mad on Izaya's behalf.

"But other than that, I heard about... Everything that happened and I wanted to say something."

Atsushi nodded, he'd assumed as much. It wasn't exactly a secret after all.

Even if it was, Izaya would probably be one of the first to know. He was very much in everyone's business, even without trying too.

Such was the life of an informant.

"Now, you don't have to listen to me. Say the word and I'll be quiet, we can eat and go back like nothing happened."

Atsushi was tempted to say yes, he really didn't want to talk. But he was curious as to what Izaya would say.

"No it's okay."

Izaya nodded before going silent in thought.

He was someone who knew more than most the power of words, he could sharpen them like knives and cage people with them.

It's why Izaya made such a show of giving Atsushi a way out. It's why he spent the next minute trying to put his words together.

It's something Atsushi had grown to appreciate.

"I can't speak for father figures, my father is alive last I checked and barely knows I exist. But what I do know, is what it's like to be chained by your memories."

Izaya rested his hands on his lap, looking at the lake nearby.

That in itself was a show of trust, Izaya always kept eye contact with people. Atsushi had always figured it was due to his ability.

And yet he trusted Atsushi to take his eyes off him.

"We met in school, a mutual friend introduced us. It was hate at first sight. I hated everything about him. And he felt the same.

But somehow fate intertwined us together. We were each other's greatest monsters.

But I was always worse, I ruined every job he could get his hands on. It was a miracle he found something, and everytime we'd get near each other we'd fight and chase like cat and mouse."

Izaya didn't talk much of the past, but he had made it clear he hadn't been a kind person. He was someone who ruined lives, destroyed people who got near him.

Hearing it was something else.

But Atsushi didn't hold against him, he didn't care who Izaya had been.

But who he was now.

The Izaya who took him out for lunch because Atsushi was upset. The Izaya who talked him through cases and cheered when he got things right.

His friend.

"And than... Than it came to an end. One final fight, and I lost. By all accounts, I should have died.. but somehow I'm still alive. Not that he knows, no one does."

Atsushi takes his hand in his and Izaya realises that he's shaking. It's been so long since he's dared think of him of the past.

But he can't stop.

"Did you know that by all accounts, I should be able to walk?" Asks Izaya, rhetorically.

"There's nothing wrong with my legs, not now anyway, but I can't walk. Because I don't believe I deserve too."

Atsushi's blood ran cold.

"I used to run around and ruin people's lives for my own entertainment. I thought of humans as my own little toys. I was the most feared man in that city, it's a reminder of what I am.

That I deserve what happened to me, and to never become that person again."

Izaya looks at Atsushi, his smile soft and kind.

"When I was released from hospital, I had a panic attack at a sunglasses hut. I screamed at a blonde bar tender." He laughs but it's humourless.

"I lay awake at night afraid that my legs won't be the only thing that stop working. Sometimes I'm afraid he'll find me, that he'll finish the job."

Tears welled up in Atsushi's eyes and he pulled Izaya into a hug.

Izaya blinked in suprise before hugging him back. Not realising his own tears are falling.

"I can see him, sometimes... The Headmaster, insulting me and telling me I'm nothing." Says Atsushi, voice breaking.

Izaya held him closer, running a hand through his hair like he would do for his sisters when they were younger.

"Your not alone in this, that I can promise you." He says. Atsushi sniffles "your not alone either... And you don't deserve this either."

And while Izaya doesn't believe him. Not one bit, he's thankful all the same.

He doesn't deny that he feels somewhat lighter, and he knows Atsushi feels the same.

This doesn't fix everything, but it's a start. And here in this park they aren't the beast of calamity or the most feared man in Ikebukuro.

They were simply Atsushi Nakajima and Izaya Orihara, detective and informant of the Armed Detective Agency.

And that was more than enough.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome, Atsushi."

#Agency informant Izaya #Izaya orihara #Durarara #Drrr Izaya #Bsd #Bungou stray dogs #Atsushi nakajima #Bsd atsushi #Long post

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Hi, Lost. I recently saw a discussion about Ackermans and how Levi never mentioned to Mikasa the possibility of them being distantly relative. And it suggests that Levi doesn't actually reveal that he's an Ackerman to the others, at least, not to a lot of people. I always assumed Levi and Mikasa at least discussed this off-scene but anyway, we all know Levi definitely talked to Erwin about it. Knowing Erwin's curiosity and personality, there is no way he wasn't obsessed with the idea of a clan of, basically, titan slayers. He loves a good mystery and they would be too important for Survey Corps and Paradis in general. It's weird that this Ackerman thing was never explored other than "yeah Levi and Mikasa are OP don't question it" because I don't know about you but I would be so interested in freaking super soldiers living amongst us and I believe so was Erwin. We were robbed of that conversation, it'd give us so much Eruri material I believe :(

Hi Anon, sorry it’s taken me so long to answer your ask. You're definitely not the only one to be frustrated with the lack of information and resolution about the Ackermans. People waited years for Levi and Mikasa to have “the Ackertalk”, but when it finally came in chapter 63 it left everyone pretty disappointed. It did happen though, and Levi does suggest to Mikasa that they may be related.

There was a glimmer of hope that more would be revealed when the Ackermans were referred to as a “subproduct of Titan science” in chapter 93.  That really set the cat amongst the pigeons, but again, we got no further explanation about what that actually meant, either in the manga or in any of the supplementary materials. The only subsequent information we got about the Ackermans were Eren’s lies to Mikasa in chapter 112, where he claimed that Ackermans were slaves to their host, and Zeke revealing in chapter 130 that there’s nothing magical about the so-called Ackerbond, it’s just love. 

A lot of the additional information we have about the Ackermans comes from interviews with Isayama in the supplementary guidebooks, and it’s confusing at best and contradictory at worst.  For example, in chapter 65 Grandpa Ackerman tells Kenny that the king’s power to alter memories does not work on the Ackermans, and that this is one of the reasons they were feared and persecuted by the crown. However, later in the manga Eren was clearly able to alter Mikasa's memories, so that doesn’t add up. It's almost like Isayama was just making it up as he went along!

The lack of resolution around the Ackermans is just one of a number of threads that Isayama never tied up, which includes HIstoria’s arc and Mikasa’s relationship to the Azumabito clan.  It’s frustrating, because the Ackerman lore had so much potential, but none of it was ever developed, and at the end of the day they were a bit of a McGuffin. (Levi McGuffin doesn’t quite have the same ring to it though 😂)  Having said that, I can understand why Isayama shelved the Ackerman backstory, because it wasn’t really central to the plot. Also Levi, Mikasa and Kenny didn’t need any additional lore to make them really compelling and popular characters.  

If you're interested, I've got a post collating all the canon information about the Ackermans from the manga and the guidebooks: Ackermans Master Post.

With regards to how much Erwin knew about the Ackermans, there’s nothing in the manga, but I agree that once he discovered the connection between Levi and Kenny he would definitely have made it his business to find out more.  I wrote a tiny ficlet once about Erwin learning Levi’s name, it’s called Everything and Nothing

The words have been rattling around inside Erwin’s skull for days. Clattering against each other, discordant, disconcerting.

When they finally pass his lips one is familiar on his tongue, familiar as his own breath, the other foreign, sharp and bitter in his mouth.

“Levi.”

Levi’s head turns towards him on the pillow.

“What?”

“Ackerman.”

“Don’t.”

He turns away again.

“I always wondered…”

“I didn’t know.”

Erwin runs one finger lightly over Levi’s shoulder.

“I know, but it makes sense somehow.”

“Don’t.”

Levi is silent for a moment.

“It doesn’t change who I am. It doesn’t change anything.”

Erwin looks down at the black hair feathering over the pillow beside him. The pulse flickering in his neck; blue blood below porcelain white skin.

Ackerman.

Erwin leans down and presses his lips to Levi’s throat, to the pulse.

“Levi,” he says again.

It changes everything. And nothing.

#asks #ackermans #ackerbond #erwin smith #levi ackerman #eruri #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #zeke yeager #snk

[redux-iterum]

Which cat in each Clan would you say is the most highly respected/most popular amongst the other Clans? Using RiverClan as an example: I'm pretty sure Crookedstar is well-liked in the other Clans for being a barrel of laughs (and for holding a position of power, in spite of his disability). I'mma hazard a guess that Fireheart is the most respected ThunderClan cat amongst the other three Clans (which would be hilarious if that came as a shock to the rest of his Clanmates).

We'll go for the spot of time at the end of BH, to make things simple, because the answer radically changes during book 3. It should also be noted that these cats are all in positions of power, because those are the cats everyone knows.

In ThunderClan, it's a tie between Tigerclaw and Bluestar. She's been a very skilled and respectable leader in her time, and is exceptionally eloquent when it comes to serious matters that other leaders may have a hard time responding to as quickly and efficiently as she does. There's a reason they had her take control of Brokenstar's trial! Tigerclaw, meanwhile, is seen as an all around upstanding tom (as far as they know) that an outsider could look at and immediately see him as the ultimate ThunderClan warrior: big, strong, an excellent fighter, and direct in his speech. No one was surprised when he became deputy; rather, they were surprised it took as long as it did.

Fireheart...I wouldn't call him the most respected, so much as the most liked. He's a good kid that makes friends wherever he goes, but his kittypet background and refusal to humor physical conflict keeps him from being seen on the same level as his leader. Any warrior should be ready to fight at a moment's notice, after all!

I would say that for RiverClan, you're right - it's Crookedstar. He's not exactly the most classically leaderlike cat in the world, but he's good-natured and has a charisma to him that makes his jokey attitude feel natural and respectable instead of classic RiverClan refusal to take things seriously.

For ShadowClan, when she was still there, Yellowfang took the throne. Even now, she's the most well-known cat from ShadowClan and everyone who meets her has to admit, she's pretty entertaining to talk with. As for a cat who lives in the marshes in current day... maybe Russetfur? She's in the nursery now, but once she returns to her duties, she's a kickass deputy. Blackstar is respected too, but he's hard to get a read on and doesn't do a lot of talking to the other Clans, so no one really knows enough about him to make a judgement call with certainty.

As for WindClan, it has to be their deputy, Deadfoot. Disabled cats who made it to a position of authority are always highly respected by default, but the fact that the Clan of runners saw the cat who can't run as someone to listen to and obey is remarkable - enough so that the other Clan assume he's a secret badass of some kind and easily bow their heads to him. He doesn't say much, and perhaps he doesn't need to in the first place. He just curtly returns the nod and hobbles on after Rookstar.

#ask #anonymous #burning hearts ask #i speak

[yanyanderes]

Yandere rottmnt brothers halloween speciell scenario:

You and the gang decided to go to a corn maze for halloween this year, dressed in your finest costumes you split up in groups of two but due to there being five of you Donnie opted to go alone. So the groups were Raph and Mikey, you and Leo. So there you were wandering through the tall corn stalks anticipating when the poorly carved out wooden skeleton would jump out and scare you. Despite being a scaredy cat you were the one to suggest this, Leo didn't complain however because of how close you were holding him. You stumbled upon a pile of leaves, the sight brought on your inner child as you ran towards them. Leo watches in amusement half tempted to join until something within the leaves caught his eye, he has never reacted so fast in his life. He grabbed you by the waist just as you were about to jump pulling you oway from the colorful pile taking a few straps back, you're confused and a bit peeved, you open your mouth to complain but Leo cuts you off.

“stay close to me”

He demanded, the sudden change in his tone shook you to your core. It wasn't often he was this serious, he cursed under his breath.

Slowly you looked down to where he was staring at, and although it was hard to see due to the lack of any light source except for the moonlight, when you did spot it it made your blood run cold.

Among the leaves were the metal jaws of a bear trap.

The lively little maze that you have threaded into wasn't so innocent looking anymore, it's laughable “scary” decor was now replaced with haunting imagery, the kinda stuff you could only dream of. Now with that in mind your goals have changed from having fun to finding the others, STAT.

The thing with the maze is that it's sentient, it wants to kill its victims in a way that would symbolize what monster they dressed up as, but now it's found an interest in you, and your “friends”. It senses what they have done behind closed doors or in the dark always. The scars on their adversaries would tell you that much, it serves as a burning memory of what will happen if they lay another finger on you. It wanted to see the extent the turtles are willing to go on keeping you safe.

Besides, there's nothing like tearing a family apart on Halloween :)

BRO I’M JUST- i’m sorry it took so long to respond, schedule’s been all over the place lately but like-

when i first read this i was in a library and i was trying so hard to not s c r e a m at how big brain you are

this is SO

UR MIND IS SO

i’m sorry i just love this idea so much i-

you got me gushing in a library bro-

especially at the ending! BRO WHERE DO YOU GET ALL THESE SCRUMPTIOUS IDEAs

imagining all the brothers teaming up to get (y/n) out of the maze safely. they probably struggle to do this, assuming the maze has mystic powers that tamper with their weapons, meaning leo can’t just portal everyone out because that would be too easy. also the connection isn’t very good, so donnie has trouble tracking (y/n) down even with the tracker he secretly placed on them when they were asleep-

the moment donnie, mikey, and raph find out how dangerous this maze is, you can bet on your life they’re fIGHTING TOOTH AND NAIL TO GET BACK TO THEM, IF THEY COULD THEY’D B U R N THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND DO NOT TEST THEM.

with your idea of the maze killing it’s victims in a symbolic way and knowing what the brothers did, i’m just- my mind just keeps going back to the thought of the maze just taunting the brothers by subtly hinting to (y/n) about all the horrific things they do in their name, as if it’s like “lmao you’re gonna die knowing your loved ones are crazy obsessed psychopaths <3”

and the brothers are all scrambling around, trying to make sure (y/n) can’t see what’s going on. like, the maze will start making them see stuff and they’re all like

“UHHH IT’S TOO GRUESOME CLOSE YOUR EYES!”

“YEAH KEEP YOUR EYES ON US! WE’LL HANDLE IT JUST DON’T LOOK!”

“I’LL TAKE CARE OF IT! JUST TURN AWAY FOR A SEC!”

“AND IF YOU DO HAPPEN TO SEE ANY OF THIS, THE MAZE IS LYING!”

and the maze is just so smug seeing the brothers try to hide their dark secret while (y/n) is just like “????”

AND THERE ARE SO MANY POSSIBLE ENDINGS

maybe everyone makes it out safe! the turtles, against all odds, escaped with (y/n), all without letting them know their secret!

but the whole event leaves (y/n) rather scarred, and they end up having nightmares because that whole thing was horrifying. the things they saw and went through, it ends up pushing them even further into the brothers’ arms, giving them more chances to isolate them from their other loved ones. ok, maybe this little outing had a few upsides…

and then there’s a possibility of everyone making it out safely, but (y/n) learned what the brothers are really like and cut them out of their life, leading to the brothers kidnapping them.

“(y/n)! i’m sorry, you- you were never meant to see any of that! come here, i know you’re scared- no, don’t push me away… we don’t wanna force you into anything. but we can’t let you get hurt again.”

“we’ve been keeping you safe for years, we just helped you out of a death-maze, and you still wanna leave us?? no! we’re not gonna let that happen!”

“if anything, today has proven that you truly need us. who else can say they would fight a sentient corn maze for you, hm? now, we could either do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“don’t worry! we know you’re scared, but we promise, we’ll keep you safe from now on! because you’ll never leave the lair again! we’ll have so much fun! we can cook together, watch movies together, play games together-”

and then there’s the possibility of making it out… not in tip-top shape.

if one of the brothers gets really badly hurt, or doesn’t even make it out… ohhh boy. that’s a whole ‘nother can of worms.

will probably expand a bit more on the last topic when halloween gets closer. who knows 😌

this is really making me wanna draw all the turtles together with (y/n), dang-

your scenarios are ✨immaculate✨ thank you v much for sharing and happy halloween✨✨✨✨

#yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt 2018 #yandere #yandere leo #yandere raph #yandere donnie #yandere mikey #yandere halloween special #you work miracles my friend✨✨ #and you can bet your soul that if donnie makes it out he’s gonna nuke that maze ❤️❤️❤️❤️ #yan-asks