#definitions and identity information

[i-really-like-phrogs]

When someone else’s art is so good you physically can’t look at it because of artistic jealousy

[cynicalmusings]

[kittyoverlord]

I have to move at the end of the month, which I'm very stressed about in general, but I think I found a good apartment finally.

I'm both nervous and excited because I'm taking a big leap and (hopefully) moving to a place in walking distance to the shul that I've been going to. It's a modern orthadox congregation, and I'm not 100% comfortable yet, but every time I've attended Shabbat the people there have been extremely kind and welcoming. This past Shabbat was the day I told myself I'd decide if it was worth it to make the move. I ended up next to this older Russian man for kiddush, we chatted a bit about Chabad ("There's a Chabad house near you." "Yeah, I have a complicated relationship with Chabad." "You're not the only one."), and I said that I was thinking of moving out here. He ended up saying, "You bring important new perspectives to this community." That felt really special, and helped solidify for me that this congregation will appreciate the entirety of who I am, not just tolerate my presence.

They also have monthly yarn craft nights, which I'm excited to join. They have board games out for people to play on Shabbat. I'm hopeful that being close to this community will reinvigorate a lot of my practice. Being within walking distance, I may even be able to help them make their weekly minyan (I need to double check about that because I'm a bit concerned that they would not count me according to their halacha - not for gender reasons but because I converted conservative with a female rabbi).

This apartment complex has been making it very difficult to apply, but I finally submitted my stuff so hopefully this all comes together.

[wackywatchdotcom]

whats funny to me is that it tracks that my favorite tadc characters are pomni and ragatha (and kinger) considering my favorite characters in ONE were liam and amelia (and stone)

[mantisgodsdomain]

Now that we are being followed by people, we need to make some thoughts and opinions clear so that people are not later Shocked And Disgusted or whatever by thoughts we have held for many years. We think it's weird and also bad to treat queer people like they're a different species from cishet people, and we think that treating things like Having A Sexuality makes a character better than if they have a different sexuality is bad no matter what way you put it.

We also think that, if in your setting queer folks are widely accepted and straight isn't a "default", it may be worth noting that, say, a straight woman might need just as much self-discovery to work out she's straight that a lesbian does nowadays. In the same manner that, in Ace Attorney, Larry Butz needs to tell Phoenix that no matter how many photos of handsome men he shows him, he's tried, he's just not attracted to men,

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

sry to engage w goofy ass discourse but im kinda tired of seeing the phrase "afab intersex people used as a gotcha" abt ppl who dont like phrases like tma and tme like. i dont think thats whats happening man ur talking like intersex ppl arent actively on the site and talking abt their own experiences we're not using ourselves as a gotcha. like a lot of intersex ppl r talking abt it themselves u dont gotta keep pretending we're a fringe hypothetical case. intersex ppl are just often not included in these types of conversations and applying a label to someone based on their agab is fucked up no matter what its just more obvious when you're an intersex person and you know that sex is not binary and your agab doesnt reveal some intrinsic truth abt ur biology or identity

[lifenconcepts]

Thought I’d share this incredible source of definition of a bunch of alterhuman terms.

[sacredpit]

have y’all seen that tweet that’s like “i’m probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn.” that is so heavily kakyoin coded

[askshivanulegacy]

THANK.

I had to suffer the psychic damage reading about how people have just decided experts don't matter because occasionally they're ... wrong?

TF, who do you think experts are SUPPOSED to be? And who do you think YOU are to decide they're wrong? Like YOU'RE never wrong about anything ever? What are YOUR credentials to be right? Are you equipped to give a sourced and cited argument??

Good grief, it's fine and dandy to question things and then go educate yourself about it, but like. These people are looking up nothing new and then barfing fantasy like it's real.

In less than 10 mins, I did my own superficial research, learned that 4th person pronouns didn't exist, AND identified the 4th wall/4th POV errors before anyone on Tumblr ever pointed it out, AND learned about pronoun categories which made everything crystal clear just in case there was any lingering confusion.

It's not like it's hard. "We can just MAKE 4th person pronouns real because we WANT to beCauSe tHaT's lANguaGe. And how dArE you qUesTIon scHoOlTeAchErs." Eat dry cinnamon.

I keep seeing the "chat is a fourth person pronoun" post and it's getting increasingly hard to avoid starting discourse in the notes of it. chat I don't think they know what these linguistics terms they're using mean

[penny-anna]

the Justice League's identities all get publically leaked but before the dust has settled someone on twitter is like 'OMG i can't believe you guys are actually buying this obviously fake leak. look at this 'Billy Batson' person's birthday, he would only have been 11 years old when Captain Marvel started operating? how are you people so dumb'

immediately throws the whole thing into doubt. everyone going over the other ID information looking for other potential discrepancies. 'they expect us to believe Superman is some journalist called Clark Kent? they don't even look alike' and 'look at this Hal Jordan guy next to Green Lantern their facial structures aren't the same at all' and 'this Diana Prince woman has NO web presence, I don't think she's a real person'

'Bruce Wayne? c'monn how stupid do these peple think we are' etc etc

someone brings up that Wally West is clearly too young to have been operating as the Flash the entire time but then people from Central City are like no no that one might be legit, it's common knowledge locally that there's been more than one Flash.

this sparks the idea that perhaps the original Captain Marvel died or retired and was replaced with a new guy at some point. another whole group of people now scrutinising images of him trying to identify when the '''''switch'''' happened.

someone doing a deep local newspaper archive sweep turns up a photo of CC Batson accompanying a story abt his archaeology work, everyone agrees that Captain Marvel has his exact face, takes 0.2 seconds to join the dots that he officially died not long before Captain Marvel first appeared and Billy is his son. 2 Captain Marvels theory, previously dismissed as nonsense by most reasonable people, now looking very plausible.

whatever group leaked the identities absolutely steaming bcos their data is good damn it, everything in there is 100% factually correct and no-one is buying it ):<

Justice League and associates (initially sweating) now just pouring fuel on the fire. Oracle has made dozens of sockpuppet accounts to spread chaos and discord. official Flash account insisting that actually everyone is mistaken and he's definitely 100% been one guy this whole time. Lois Lane on twitter like 'do you guys think I wouldn't know if my husband was Superman'.

absolute pandemonium.

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Baby Bat and his Mentor

Dpxdc Prompt #13

"Train me."

"No."

Danny didn't know why or how this kid had found him, but he most certainly did not want to train him to become a vigilante and then die on the job.

"Train me."

"No."

The kid obviously had some sort of formal training in martial arts. There was a certain way the shadows clung to him that made him seem... experienced even though he most certainly was not. He was definitely determined enough to become a teenage vigilante if not given proper guidance.

"Train me."

"Fine! But we're doing it my way kid. What's your name?"

"I am Bruce Wayne."

"First rule of the job kid, when someone asks your name and you are presenting yourself in your vigilante identity you give them a vigilante name. You do not want overlap, keep the identities separate."

Even if Wes was the only one to figure it out, Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom had a lot of similarities he had to weed out as he realized how dangerous they were to his livelihood. The only reason he wasn't immediately found out by everyone including his parents was that Danny Phantom was dead and Danny Fenton was not.

Bruce would not have that same luxury and would need to thoroughly separate himself from his vigilante persona.

"Now again, what is your name?"

"..."

"Don't got all day kid."

"I am... Batman."

This was clearly an important moment for the kid, but it took everything Danny had to not laugh at him in that moment. The way he tried to growl out his codename would have been intimidating, if not for the voice crack accompanying it.

"Alright then Batsy, rule number two is no vigilante-ing 'til you're 20. Teenage vigilantes get killed and make dumb mistakes, I should know."

"Wha- No! I need to protect Gotham, I can't wait 4 more years to do that!"

It's the first time he had heard any lilt to his voice and it was clear that he felt strongly about this matter, but Danny wouldn't budge.

"Nope, you wait 'til the teen gets out of your age or I don't train you. And rule number three, which is kind of an extension of rule number one, don't give out any personal information in your vigilante identity. I know you're 16 now, and I wasn't even attempting to extract info from you."

The kid made a growling sound again, but it felt more like a puppy dog yip to Danny, actually reminded him of Cujo a bit.

"Fine..." He forced out, realizing that Danny was not going to move an inch and that Bruce did have a lot to learn from him. He'd already been taught three things he hadn't considered in the past five minutes.

"Good, training starts tomorrow Baby Bat, meet at Nasty Burger, come in civies."

Bonus! Bruce: tries to make dick, a nine year old, wait til he's 20 to go out into the streets of gotham like danny did to him Also Bruce: can't even get him to wait til he's ten Danny: i don't know where, but my bruce-is-doing-something-stupid-and-potentially-harmful-sense is tingling and i don't like it!

[askshivanulegacy]

Yeah, seriously.

The thing that I've never understood is how no one on either side who talks about America seems capable of understanding what America IS.

The people who glorify it don't understand it. The people who whine and cry and hate on it don't understand it.

America is an idea. It's the idea of a place where you can live without persecution. It's the idea of America that we should be working toward. That's literally why we exist.

And like every other country ever on the planet, it has a bloody and violent past. And the past has great and inspiring stories on every side. And every figure on every side was a real human being with flaws and contradictions. They were good and they were bad, and they had complex reasons for doing things. History is all of it. History is fascinating. It's great stories! It's Remember the Alamo and all the great things the founding fathers did. And it's also that they fought for the wrong thing, and they owned slaves and never freed them.

You all love flawed characters and tragic stories and watching trainwrecks happen in your media. We all just watched terrible person, murderer, and war criminal Jinx in Arcane and people cheered for her. It was a great story! And also she was a selfish little bastard who murdered people for no reason and other characters rightfully wanted her dead. Well, that's what history is.

We all have the capacity to enjoy stories - and history as stories - and also to analyze the flaws and context and situations behind them. You can find the Alamo an inspiring moment in time because any life and death struggle can be. And you can also criticize it. Both can be true because people are capable of holding opposing concepts in their minds at the same time.

History isn't either/or, it's all of the above is true. And it's water under the bridge.

I think if more people understood that, they'd be able to celebrate historic moments without taking things personally when people decide they don't want to repeat that moment. And they'd also be able to recognize that you can't condemn for history either - it's over and now you take what you have and move it forward.

What I struggle with, as a public historian and a US American leftist, is how right wing US Americans can say they love history and call themselves “history buffs,” but get so righteously indignant when it is suggested that we can learn from history, and that it is normal and healthy to discuss the flaws and dark sides of various historical figures.

It’s like a wall which I, speaking as a public historian, wish I knew how to dismantle. Like when someone’s all REMEMBER THE ALAMO, I think the natural response is something along the lines of “certainly, but it’s important remember that one of the things the revolutionaries were fighting for was the freedom to continue their enslavement of other human beings.”

For me, that’s not a political statement. It’s a commitment to view historical events and figures for what they were in all their good and their bad and their complexity. But you say that to someone with right wing US American politics, and it’s like you spat on their mother and pooped on the flag.

I do make political posts here as an angry, frustrated progressive citizen of the USA who is also a historian. But right now, I’m posting as a historian, who happens to be a left wing US American. I don’t want to talk shit, I want to figure out how to fix it.

But then, knowing what I do of MAGA Americans, I don’t think there is a fixing it? Unambiguously valorizing the American past in order to maintain the illusion that this country was at some point Great is kind of their whole Thing.

Idk. Just some stray thoughts.

[moniquill]

Here is a brief summary of what is happening in Wikipedia right now:

In the last few years (3-4 years) the WikiProject Indigenous peoples of North America, which was originally created to improve the quality and coverage of native issues and native articles on wikipedia, has been hijacked by a small number of users with an extremist agenda. They have been working diligently over the last few years to change the definition of both what it means to be an Indigenous American and even what it means to be state and federally recognized.

The four or five key players (Mainly Editor Yuchitown, Bohemian Baltimore, ARoseWolf, (now retired editor CorbieVreccan, Netherzone and Oncamera) who are part of the “Native American Articles Improvement Project” started implementing these changes slowly, but they started pursuing their goals aggressively after November 2023, when state-recognized tribes retained their voting rights in NCAI. Essentially, after the movement to delegitimize state-recognized tribes failed officially, the key players doubled down on altering and controlling the flow of information about Native Americans through Wikipedia.

The talk page of Lily Gladstone’s article has a relevant discussion here. Initially, the leaders of the WikiProject removed any reference to her being a “Native American Actress” and instead had her as “Self-identifying as Blackfoot” and “Self-identifying as Nez Perce” because her blood quantum was too low to be enrolled in either tribe.

You can see some of the discussion here:

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talk:Lily_Gladstone

Eventually they relented and changed her category to being “Of Nez Perce Descent” but you can see in the discussion that they are referring to an article that these editors (Yuchitown, Bohemian Baltimore, and CorbieVreccan) themselves appeared to have mostly written and revised:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Native_American_identity_in_the_United_States

This statement is very much at odds with even the government’s description, as seen below;

The DOJ Office of Tribal Justice Office on their webpage “Frequently Asked Questions About Native American”, question “Who is an American Indian or Alaskan Native” states:

“As a general principle, an Indian is a person who is of some degree Indian blood and is recognized as an Indian by a Tribe and/or the United States. No single federal or tribal criterion establishes a person's identity as an Indian. Government agencies use differing criteria to determine eligibility for programs and services. Tribes also have varying eligibility criteria for membership.”

In addition, “List” pages have been created on Wikipedia for federally and state recognized tribes. The Wikipedia “List” page for state-recognized tribes is inaccurate in its interpretation of state recognition and not supported by expert reliable sources--(1) Cohen’s Handbook of Federal Indian Law 2012 edition, (2) NCSL.org current stand on state recognition (not the archived list from 2017 which NCSL no longer supports), (3) Koenig & Stein’s paper “Federalism and the State Recognition of Native American Tribes: a survey of state-recognized tribes and state recognition processes across the United States” (both 2008 & updated 2013 in book “ Recognition, sovereignty struggles, and indigenous rights in the United States: A sourcebook”)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State-recognized_tribes_in_the_United_States

State-recognized tribes who have received recognition through less formal but acceptable means have been moved from the Wikipedia list page on state-recognized tribes to the Wikipedia list page of unrecognized or self-identifying organizations.

The Wiki page "List of organizations that self-identify as Native American tribes", in particular, is being used to purposely defame legitimate Native American individuals who are members of the tribes/Native communities that are on this list. 

By the parameters set up on Wikipedia, only the colonizer’s governments can acknowledge who is Native American through either federal recognition or state recognition. If an individual is not a member of a federally or state-recognized tribe, then it is determined that they cannot be Native American and are, instead, considered “self-identifying” or only “a descendant of ...” (example Lily Gladstone). As a result, Native individuals are currently being tagged as “self-identifying” and their names are put on “list” pages that strongly imply they are “pretend” Indians.

These editors have indicated that they would like “self-identification” to be the default setting for any people who they deem do not fit within the parameters that they themselves created within Wikipedia.

Moreof, these editors are admin and senior editors within the Wikiproject Indigenous Peoples of North America, and are being called in specifically to weigh on Native Identity, and any project involving any Indigenous Group.

Any attempt to correct misinformation, add information, or change any of these articles is often met with being blocked, reported for various offenses, or reported for having a Conflict of Interest, whether or not that is actually applicable. They have use this strategically in many different pages for many different individuals and groups within the scope of their Wikiprojects.

While changing things in Wikipedia does not change the truth, it is a way to control how most people take in information, and thus they hope to manipulate the narrative to better suit their goals.

This is quick and messy but:

Here is a link to the google document with the other state recognized tribes (Including yours) that were edited by these editors. This is an incomplete list so far that only goes back to September 2023 but I am going to add to it. If you can add to your own part of this list, and send your complaints and information to the arbitrator committee (the email is below) with the involved editors, this will help our case.

The  more tribes who complain, and the more Wikipedia editors complain, the better our case will be. 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YNDEjLTrrZ_mMIRCVxtvt69FwCYpJWKs71lBhWa5a9M/edit?usp=sharing

The place to make complaints on Wikipedia is oversight-en-wpwikipedia.org , and

arbcom-enwikimedia.org . It is most helpful to have an editing account on Wikipedia, because Yuchitown and the others will try to defend themselves using Wikipedia methodology and make anyone who confronts them look like the aggressor (see the other tribes who tried to fight back on Wikipedia I found).

The more people and tribes make complaints the more likely it is that this will work and we can rid ourselves of these monsters.

Some of the tribes I have spoken to are taking legal action against these editors. Any groups affected by their policies should also reach out to the news to make knowledge of this more widespread.

Thank you

- quoted with permission from an email sent by an associate of my tribe. Message me for their email address if you'd like to reach out to them.

[hanimanny]

SHE'S BARBIE, AND HES JUST… TIM?

a.k.a Bruce notices the many upgrades Tim's been getting since your arrival.

tags: Tim Drake x reader (established relationship), Bruce Wayne x platonic!reader, crack, pretty bird is a certified genius!!!

word count: 2.2k , likes + comments + reblogs appreciated

It first started when Bruce and Tim—in the furry persona—went out on a reconnaissance mission gone wrong.

It was a trap! The blueprints for a deadly android able to possess and control whatever tech exists was rumored to be lurking around this area is nowhere to be seen, and instead, they were greeted with an army of robots. Old prototypes, tank-like and bulky, nothing like they were searching for but still extremely difficult to deal with. 

The robots had surrounded them, and the usual method of overloading them wouldn't work, not with this kind—they were clearly built to take a beating. 

While Batman fights expertly as he does, brute-forcing his way through by ripping out their motherboards, Red Robin takes a different approach. 

He takes his bo-staff, which looks a bit different from his usual one—glowing a faint blue light at its tips—and hums as it spins (yes, like a lightsaber) and tags the robots. 

He rapidly taps the bots with his staff while simultaneously avoiding the attacks targeted at him until he reaches the other side of the warehouse, tagging at least half of the robots. 

With a click of his bo-staff, all the robots drop dead, as if life has been sucked out of them. 

Strange, what the heck did Red Robin do? 

Soon, like a domino effect, the nearby robots to the dead ones drop as well, as if they were infected with the same virus Tim had infected them with. 

“Batman, the nano-virus will only incapacitate them; they’ll wake up in the next hour,” Red Robin informs as he takes the end of his bo-staff and stabs it through a robot's chest—destroying the motherboard.

Nanovirus? When did he come up with that? Sure, the idea of nanotech was prevalent, especially in this day and age, but quick-acting nanotechnology that was able to instantly incapacitate any tech—be it only for an hour—is incredible. 

Batman nods, keeping it in mind to question Red Robin during the debrief, and continues to destroy the robots. 

But the debrief wasn’t helpful at all. Tim was being as elusive as ever, which he thinks he picked up from himself. Saying that the Nano-Virus was a random project that he wanted to try out, that it wasn’t supposed to work this well. 

Overcompensating. Tim’s trying to hide something. He may be great at keeping his tone varied and avoiding detailed explanations that would definitely raise flags, but Bruce is the greatest detective alive and can see through anything. 

Bruce gives Tim a stern scolding. Tell him that he needs to be informed of anything, even if he’s just on a trial. It may have worked this time, but the future is always unforeseen, then dismisses him. 

He’ll get to the bottom of this. 

The next time Bruce sees changes, it’s in Tim’s demeanor. 

He’s been brighter; not that he wasn’t happy before, but Tim has been more chipper. He could assume that was from having a girlfriend—the girl who works as one of the lead biotechnology engineers at Wayne Enterprises, who somehow pulled a Tim (it’s what the kids are calling it) and discovered all their identity in the first week of meeting them. Bruce would lie if he said he wasn’t impressed, especially with how you had no prior experience with being a detective (aside from doxxing people in your teenage years). 

The stress of not needing to hide who and what you are from the person you love is surely elating, but that wasn’t it (maybe partially). 

Maybe bright isn’t the term to describe it… It’s more like he’s free. 

Tim sat on the couch, nursing a large bright red Stanley cup in one hand—probably filled with an ungodly amount of caffeine—and the TV remote in the other. 

“You normally watch in your room.” Bruce's voice breaks the silence between Tim and the paused movie on the flatscreen. Tim peaks over his shoulder, as if he had to make sure that the deep stoic voice belonged to Bruce. 

“Sup B, I do, but Birdie wants the big screen experience—like my room doesn’t have it,” he scoffs as he takes a glug of his drink. 

Bruce nods as he observes Tim further. “You seem less stressed,” he prompts. 

“Yeah, Birdie came up with an A.I able to sort the paperwork and get background checks on every company that wants to make a proposal with WE, so I got less on my plate.” Tim sighs, as if he doesn’t have a pile of untouched cases back at the batcave. “Did you know we have at least 250 fraudulent companies trying to make deals with us? Insane,” he mumbles before his lips are back in the cup. 

“Also, she has me drinking more than 8 cups of water a day; I’ve never felt more alive.” Tim rattles the Stanley cup, hearing the clashing of ice against its metal walls, before again, taking a fat swig. 

Bruce’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and not because of Tim’s unhealthy habits (maybe just a little actually). Not only were you able to convince Tim away from his horrible caffeine addiction, although he was still skeptical about the front, but you were able to come up with a program that passes Tim’s savant expectations. 

You would be a great asset to the league, especially now because you know their identities. 

You walk into the living room, startled, as you’d been dead in your tracks at the doorway. 

Your eyes flick towards Bruce, then Tim, then back at Bruce, then Tim. and then—

You’ll never get used to Bruce’s intimidating aura. 

“H-hello, Mr. Bruce Wayne, sir,” you stumble out and… bow? What the heck! You inwardly cringe at your action as you pull yourself up, gripping the bowl of popcorn with an unprecedented amount of strength. 

Tim chuckles at your words, and Bruce settles a gentle smile on his lips because—after an extensive background check on—you truly are as sweet as Tim describes. 

“Didn’t I say to call me, Bruce?”

Your face pales as if you’ve committed the greatest sin alive, as you visibly gulp (at least he still has his intimidation skills). “Yes, Bruce Wayne—I mean, just Bruce,” you nod as your eyes flick at Tim, who reads your mind (but I mean, it’s clear what you’re trying to do). 

“Say, Bruce, do you want to join us for our movie date?” Tim asks, and your face loses all its color at this point. Bruce laughs softly at the comedy of the moment and shakes his head for your sake: “It’s okay, you kids have fun.” 

You wait for Bruce to take his leave, bowing again (seriously, would you stop doing that!). before you scurry off to Tim’s welcoming side, letting out a mixture between a whine and a groan of embarrassment. 

Bruce will save the interrogation for later, saving you the trouble of passing out due to fear and embarrassment. 

Before he's completely out of earshot, Bruce picks up the lingering conversation between the two of you. 

“He's my boss!”

“I’m your boss.”

“That’s different; you’re a loser.” 

“rude”

“Cry about it, furry.”

“Technically, Bruce calls himself Batman, so he’s also—

“If you ever tell him I said that, I'll be sure to put laxatives in all your foods.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

The last innovation that goes under his nose happens, literally, under his nose. or more so the batcave. 

Scarecrow escaped, fear gas smothering the streets, and everyone is in the bat cave preparing to leave for the battlefield. 

Gearing up in his quarters, Bruce—moments before the cowl is up—sees you whispering frantically to Tim, who’s dressed in his own kevlar gear—besides the mask—consoling you gently. 

You seem nervous, more nervous than you normally are when he’s in your vicinity. You’re holding a metallic case to your chest, mumbling something he can’t quite hear. 

Then Tim speaks up, “Bruce!” Not just Bruce looks at him; the others do too—Dick, Damian, and Alfred. Tim then ushers you in front of him, and the way you clutch onto the briefcase makes you seem like a little bird. 

“Come on, pretty bird, you know it’ll work,” he encourages, and you take the deepest breath known to man. 

“I made a vaccination for fear gas.” You start, your shoulders squaring as you stare directly at Bruce, “It blocks any foreign neurotransmitters from pursuing infiltration, so think of it as antibodies for a virus. You inhale it just like fear gas, and you will be immune; it's viable for any variation of fear gas—because I designed it to be fast-adapting—for 24 hrs.”

“Of course, it does vary between everyone’s metabolism, and it must adapt to you first, so for it to work I need to infuse it with your DNA,” you mumble the last part out. 

“And how are you sure it’ll work?”

“I tested it out on myself, which is a very invalid trial, but I promise you, Bruce W.-Bruce, it’ll work.” There's a glint of determination in your eye. Bruce pauses at that and stares at you with his iconic glare. “We’ll discuss this when we get back; how do you administer the DNA?”

Your meek demeanor slowly leaves you as you perk at his acceptance, scurrying away from Tim and towards Bruce. “You just need to prick your finger, wait a minute for everything to infuse, and use it like you use an inhaler,” you instruct as you crouch down to open the case. 

You get to work, pricking Bruce first, then Dick, and with much reluctance from Damian, him as well. 

“Why isn’t Drake taking one?” Damian calls out as you hand the inhaler to the boy. 

You glance over to Tim, who's already looking at you: “Umm… I kinda sorta… already took it.” Bruce deadpans and glares and sighs all at the same time. Tim braces himself for a lecture, but it doesn't come. 

“We don't have time. Let's go.

Bruce turns away, pulling his cowl on, but not before he sees you launch yourself into Tim’s arms in a fit of relief. 

“I can't believe I did that.”

“I can. You're one of a kind, Pretty Bird.”

Bruce huffs and shakes his head. 

…

When they all return, they are much less banged up than they normally are. Your vaccine worked wonders; although temporary, this innovation is amazing! The pathways that have opened are endless; you truly are incredible.

Bruce, of course, forces you to sit through the debrief, which was actually not that bad. Hearing that your vaccine worked way better than expected fills your chest with pride. You can't help but steal glances from Tim, who is fully locked in Red Robin mode right now and doesn't even spare you a glance, but he does give your thigh a little squeeze, something to tell you that he is proud. 

The lectures you receive, on the other hand… You don't know how Tim does it; sit through it with a straight face. You're sitting with your wits tight, breath held, and sweat dripping down your temple. You blink in a daze as you listen to Batman drone about safety, teamwork, and the ethics of self-experimentation and how you should definitely not do it. 

You don't notice the pause in the lecture, zoned out completely to save your heart the trouble of all the anxiety. Although your name coming out of Batman’s mouth surely draws you back into reality. Your eyes focus again, and you’re met with Batman’s infamous gaze.

“Yes?” You squeak out, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Do you want to work for me?” 

You blink owlishly, and your brows furrow in confusion, giving Tim a glance, who only shrugs in response. 

“Um, Mr. Bruce… I already am… working for you— I mean.

“No, as a family physician, I've seen all your degrees: board-certified doctor, surgeon, and PhD in multiple fields. You can work from the manor as well. It's convenient that you already know all our identities and the inner workings of this family. I've also seen the tech upgrades you've given Tim. I believe you will be a great asset.” 

Tim clears his throat, and Bruce spares him a glance. 

“Great addition,” he corrects himself. 

You're bubbling in your spot next to Tim, like a volcano ready to erupt. 

“I would love to work with you all,” you reply back, but it's obvious you're trying to keep your composure in front of Bruce. 

“You can let loose, Pretty Bird, B doesn't bite,” you erupt with permission from Tim. But what neither man expects is for you to launch yourself into Bruce, squeeze him like a giant teddy bear, and let out a string of thank yous. 

Tim is stuck between a state of horror, adoration, and relief watching you hug Bruce with all your might. He didn't know whether to stop you, cheer you on, or simply pass out. 

“I won't let you down, Bruce!” You pull away, and there's a bright gleam in your eye, something that Gotham lacks entirely. 

Where the hell did Tim find this girl?

“Let's go, Duckie!” 

And you're off, pulling Tim along, who’s sporting a lovesick grin. 

The adventures of Pretty bird (shenanigans revolving you and Tim's family)

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Cat & Mouse & Snake - Adrien/Luka x Male Reader

Word Count: 9.2k

Plot: Chat Noir and Viperion have had their hearts stolen by the mouse miraculous holder. However, it seems that even as a civilian you have caught their attention - who will get the guy though?

Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader All characters are aged up and in college! ૮ • ﻌ - ა

Background: Ladybug has been made the guardian, but some characters aren't holders anymore. Only Alya, Nino, Kagami and Luka (and Marinette and Adrien obvs) are holders, however, they are now permanent holders - More details on this in the fic! Okay cool enjoy!

Note: This fic has three separate endings! Choose which one you want or enjoy all three!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Very, very light smut! Like not a lot of detail but it's still there!!

Monarch's defeat brought about a lot of change. On the hero side of things, Ladybug had to make some tough choices; lying about Monarch's true identity, fixing the miraculous and upgrading them, and making some decisions about the holders. Marinette needed people she could trust, ones she could put her life in the hands of; this new butterfly holder was going to be her hardest fight yet. So to the dismay of many eager young adults, Ladybug informed most of the past holders that they won't be heroes ever again. In the end, only Ladybug, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Ryuko, and Viperion remained. On the life side of things, everyone had graduated high school; the fight against Monarch had taken almost six whole years! And despite some of the changes to the education system made by Mayor Bustier, students above eighteen years old were still required to be in a separate educational institute from the younger students - health and safety laws n all that. Therefore, the graduate class of 20XX had to move on to college; and as fate would have it be, the remaining six heroes enrolled in the same college as each other: L'Universite Francois Dupont.

It was at UFD that a few fateful encounters occurred. The first took place in the entrance hall of the university's main building during your first day, right before your orientation. You had just walked into the grandiose building, overwhelmed by how fancy the whole place seemed; much different to what you were expecting when you heard that this was the university partnered with College Francois Dupont, one of the most casual and forward-thinking high schools in Paris. You weren't freaked out though, more so you appreciated the classic design of the building, tuning out the chatter of excited students around you and focusing on the art and statues decorating the hall. A beautifully sculpted statue caught your eye; a harp. Rather large, but small and close enough to trace your fingers over the stone; the intricate details were striking, and you were shocked at how thin the 'strings' were made despite being made out of fragile rock.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? So detailed" You heard a voice come from behind you. It was a smooth voice, a smooth one; calm and collected. It was a man's voice, but he sounded no older than you.

"Sure is! An impressively realistic pedal harp for it being made out of stone" You respond, turning around and facing the mysterious man.

As you had guessed, he wasn't much older than you; about twenty-one if you had to guess. The man was definitely taller than you though, standing at around six foot one; that was the first thing you noticed, shortly followed by how attractive the guy was. His hair was what you noticed next, droopy and slightly messy; a mid-length cut, and it was dyed a black to electric blue ombre. Clearly, the man cared about his aesthetic, hair like that needed some serious upkeep, and his style wasn't half bad either. You noticed his piercings, his painted-black nails, his ripped jeans, Doc Martins, and the gig bag around his shoulder which you assumed carried his guitar.

You heard a soft chuckle come from the man, snapping your eyes away from whatever feature of his you were fixating on and back up to his own eyes; bright blue, just like his hair.

"Do you play harp? You seem to know a lot" The man asked, choosing to ignore your blatant staring and to fill the silence.

"Huh? Oh! No, no! I just had a weird little instrument phase as a kid" You say with a light laugh, flashing the attractive man a smile as you shrug your shoulders slightly.

"Hmhm I get ya... I'm Luka by the way" The taller man says with another chuckle, his smile soft and welcoming as he holds his hand out to you in the form of a fist.

"Hmph~ [Name]" You say with another smile and chuckle as you fist bump Luka. His cold, metallic, black rings cooling your warm skin.

The interaction didn't take very long, in fact, it was interrupted by 'welcome staff' ushering the two of you into a lecture theatre to receive a proper welcome to the university. But the short interaction stayed fresh in your mind for a while, and the same went for Luka.

Another fateful encounter took place in one of the many cafes on campus. "Caramel Macchiato!" The barista shouted, trying their best to be heard over the sound of milk steamers and coffee beans getting ground up. You look up at the counter and smile at the barista, walking over to pick up your drink. Stereotypically, before your hand can wrap around the cup, you physically bump into someone; both by body and by hand.

"Oh! Sorry! Is this your drink or...?" You ask, shifting your eyes from the drink to the man beside you. The two of you shift to face each other, smiling and chuckling at the awkward interaction.

"Yeah... Think so at least haha~" The man chuckles, his eyes creasing closed as he laughs and then opening back up to look down into yours.

Emerald green. That's all you could remember about his eyes. They literally captivated you. This guy was also taller than you, but not by much, only around 3-4 inches taller. His skin was perfect and his blonde hair was soft and fluffed out like it was straight out of a magazine. The blonde's style was also very on point, stylish yet not at all over the top - God what is this guy like a model or something?!?!?

"Umm... Excuse me- Is this hot or iced?" You break your eyes away from the blonde's to question the barista "Iced~" The barista replies with a smile before quickly going back to work.

"Oh, I guess that's yours then!" The blonde says with a smile, gently pushing the plastic cup towards you

"Haha, thanksss....." "Adrien! The name's Adrien~" The man fills in your blank.

"Adrien... Thank you, Adrien!" You say with a smile, shaking your drink and rattling the ice before taking a sip. "Summer's over and you're still ordering iced drinks? Haha~" Adrien quickly fills the silence between the two of you before it becomes awkward. "Can't stand hot coffee. I'll have an iced drink even if it's snowing haha" You reply. A teasing yet friendly conversation? Exchange? Whatever you want to call it, it took place between Adrien and you as the blonde continued to wait for his drink. And once Adrien's drink had been called, you said your goodbyes to the blonde and turned to walk out of the cafe; yet you didn't miss the coy "I'll see ya round, [Name]".

The last but not least fateful encounter of yours occurred on your way to your first lecture at UFD. You weren't running late per se, but you were in a rush. However, you stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed that a girl who had zoomed past you in a rush had tripped and fallen in front of you. You heard a grunt and a curse as you approached the girl; noticing that the entire contents of her tote bag had spilled out onto the ground. "You alright?" You ask, crouching down in front of the girl. As she looked up at you, you noticed that she was really pretty; black-blue hair framing her face so perfectly. She looked like a doll. Sculpted to be perfect.

"Yeah... Shit- Just running even later than before haha" The girl chuckles dryly as she starts to collect her things. "Ah! Thanks~" She says with a bright smile as you hand her some of the notebooks you had picked up for her.

"You heading to the 'Gaultier' building by any chance?" You ask.

"Yeah! History of Fashion 1?" The girl asks you back, to which you smile and nod with excitement, having made an acquaintance in your class already.

You enjoyed the (speed)walk over to your lecture; it felt like you had blinked and you were already outside of the lecture theatre. But you in fact talked a lot during your walk. You learnt that your classmate was called 'Marinette', that she was an aspiring designer, that she was incredibly nice, and that she was incredibly clumsy; seriously, the girl tripped at least three more times on the way to your lecture, they just weren't as catastrophic as the first fall. Marinette also learnt a lot about you during the short amount of time you two had spent together, and she kept noticing small details about you during your lecture together! The aspiring fashionista had immediately noticed that you were a generally very capable person; you had done all of the recommended reading and practice workshops over the summer and when you found out that she hadn't, you promptly offered Marinette your notes. She also noticed that you were above average in smarts; you spoke eloquently without sounding like a Bourgeois, and you were having level conversations with the lecturer!

But Marinette's opinion of you really solidified when an Akuma alert blared throughout the lecture hall. It was like a switch had flipped inside of you. Before Marinette (literally thee LadyBug) could react, you were already out of your seat and informing people of the nearest 'safe space' in the university. Next thing she knew, you were next to the lecturer directing people out of the lecture hall and calming classmates down! Yep, you were definitely a good guy; capable and kind. But there was no time to sing your praises, the heroine had to get to work...

Both LadyBug and ChatNoir had hoped that if an akumatised villain was going to appear on their first day at university, it would at least be a quick and easy one. This villain was anything but easy. Or rather, these villains were anything but easy...

Said villains appeared to be three sisters; each controlling an element of nature. And whilst their aesthetics couldn't be any more different, the sisters shared one detail about them; they each had a rose on their person. The sister who controlled water and had darkened the sky with dark clouds, causing a downpour of torrential rain, her rose rested atop her head; threaded between her seemingly wet strands of hair. The sister who controlled air, the one who had thinned the air in the surrounding area and made it much harder for the heroes to catch their breaths after exerting themselves, her rose was weaved into her top; the budding petals seemingly blooming out of her chest. Finally, the sister who controlled fire, the one who had heated the tarmac below to such a temperature that the roads were actively melting, her rose was tucked into her knee-high sock; the flame-shaped tops of said socks made it look as if the rose were burning. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the Akuma must be in one of those roses. However, getting to said roses proved to be the hard part.

LadyBug had already called upon Viperion to help her and ChatNoir with a little time travel, to deduce which rose contained the Akuma; but that wasn't enough. No matter how many times Viperion used his second chance, none of the three heroes could even approach each of the elemental sisters without being at risk of having their miraculous seized. LadyBug overcame this problem by unifying her own miraculous with the one of the Horse; becoming PegaBug. With the power of teleportation, the three heroes assumed that they'd be a shoo-in for a quick victory. However, that once again proved to not be the case. The akumatised sisters were quick. They had each other's backs like it was second nature; PegaBug tried to sneak attack each of the three sisters, but it was to no avail; one of them always noticed and protected the other.

The guardian concocted another plan; pulling out the dog miraculous from her yo-yo and handing it to ChatNoir. The blonde hero was truly honoured; he'd only unified his miraculous twice before! And now, LadyBug was handing him another miraculous like it was nothing! Clearly, she trusted him. And though ChatNoir gleefully accepted and became 'ChatChien', this plan also proved to not be enough to defeat the akumatised sisters... PegaBug was losing hope. Viperion had used his second chance at least fifteen times by now and it was always the same result; Pegabug would create a portal near one of the sisters and ChatChien would use his fetch ability to tap the villain's rose. But after cataclysm-ing all three of the roses in three different timelines, Pegabug understood that it was futile. The Akuma wasn't in just one rose, it was in all three; the akumatised object was most likely originally an entire bouquet.

Pegabug, ChatChien and Viperion retreated for a moment. The two men let the heroine think. And think she did. It was silent for ages. And when ChatChien tried to speak after seemingly too much time had past, Pegabug spoke up. "We need the Mouse miraculous. We clearly need the dog's ball to fetch the akumatised objects, but we can't fetch multiple objects with one ball. So we need multiple." Pegabug explained

"But I thought the mouse's multitude could only duplicate regular objects, not miraculous or their weapons" ChatChien questioned; having been given the grimoire translations to study after Monarch's defeat.

"That was the case. But after reclaiming the miraculous from Monarch, I was able to upgrade them to some extent" Pegabug explains.

"Then let's do it. You've unified three miraculous before haven't you?" Viperion chimes in, a determined look on his face

"I have... But it wore me down. We can't risk any of us not being at our best during this fight..." Pegabug explained, getting quiet near the end of her sentence, going back to her own thoughts.

'I promised myself I wouldn't hand out any more miraculous after Monarch's defeat, I can't just give Mullo back to Mylen...' 'But Luka has barely just mastered not transforming back after five minutes.... He definitely can't handle unifying his miraculous'

Silence filled the alleyway once again, Pegabug lost in thought. But then the silence was broken. "LuckyCharm!" In a desperate, last-ditch effort, Pegabug had called upon her LuckyCharm. A swarm of shiny ladybugs formed into an object in front of the three heroes. A tote bag.

"A TOTE BAG?! What are we gonna do? Post on Pinterest?!" ChatChien yells in frustration. But PegaBug stays silent, wide-eyed. She knew what to do; she had to go and find you...

After leaving ChatChien and Viperion behind to keep the three villains busy, Pegabug used her voyage ability to teleport back to UFD. It didn't take the heroine very long to find you; as she'd expected, you were standing guard outside the safe space with some lecturers and other students. "LadyBug?" You question, warily eyeing up the heroine. She looked like her usual self, but the addition of the horse miraculous changed her appearance enough for you to worry that she had been akumatised.

"Yep! With an extra miraculous of course haha~ You can call me PegaBug!" she explained with a smile

"What do you need PegaBug? Is there any way we can help you?" You ask, happy to help the heroes of Paris save the day.

"There is, in fact! Professors, do you mind if I steal [Name] for a while?" The hero asks. After the men and women in suits nod in agreement, in the blink of an eye PegaBug is gripping your arm and pulling you through a portal.

"Wait- Woah that's sick... Wait, you know my name?!" You ask, honoured that thee LadyBug knows who you are.

"Of course I do! I've heard of you from some previous miraculous holders; I know that you're definitely the guy for this job..." PegaBug explains "...It's for that reason that I'm offering you, [Name] [Last Name], the miraculous of the mouse, which grants the power of multiplication. You will use it for the greater good, and once the job is done, you will return it to me. Can I trust you?" PegaBug continues, pulling out the miraculous of the mouse from her yo-yo.

You stare in awe as the heroine holds the coin pendant out to you.

"Of course you can. I'll do my best! I won't disappoint!" You say with conviction, gently taking the pendant from PegaBug. As you hold the pendant, it begins to shine a light pink; the shine taking form as a sphere of light and separating from the pendant, swiftly moving around you as if it were alive. You watch the sphere intently as it finally stops in front of you and changes form once more; revealing a little mouse.... creature?

"WAH!!" The mouse shouts, trying to scare you. Which did work a little; you let out a small 'Woah' and jerked your head back. "Hahahahaha~ I'm Mullo! YouJustGottaSayOneThingToTransform-" The kwamii rapidly explains. Clearly, a very excitable creature.

"Haha~ Mullo go a little slower!" PegaBug interrupts.

"Right! Sorry! To transform, just say 'Mullo get squeaky'! And to activate your power, just say 'Multitude'!" Mullo explains. A little slower this time 'round.

You smile at the creature and nod, placing the pendant around your neck and then uttering the transformation phrase. "Mullo, get squeaky!" You watch as the kwamii literally gets absorbed by the pendant, prompting the miraculous to change colour to black and pink. Pink light wraps around your body and clothes you with a super-suit. You can feel the strength enter your body, the stamina, the flexibility; you could feel yourself become a superhero. Before you knew it, the transformation was over; a pink and grey mask covered your face, a grey suit accented with black and pink covered your body, and a pink skipping rope wrapped around your waist as if it were the tail of a mouse. You gleefully check yourself out and look to PegaBug with a bright yet determined smile.

After PegaBug calls forth another portal, the two of you teleport back to the scene of the fight. You and the heroine watch as ChatChien and Viperion do their best to keep the three villains busy whilst also not losing their miraculous. Within a few moments, PegaBug had called forth another two portals and pulled both heroes through them and to safety in an alleyway. "That was a little abrupt M'lady... Hey and who might this be?" ChatChien questions with a teasing smile, recovering from the whiplash PegaBug's save had given him.

"The name's Omnimouse! Pleasure to meet you boys~" You say with a smile, one hand on your hip as you put your weight on one leg; holding your 'tail' in your other hand and gently swinging it 'round. Viperion and ChatChien could immediately tell that you were the confident type.

"Hmm Ditto, the name's ChatNoir~ Though currently I suppose it's ChatChien haha!" ChatChien confidently responds, smugly walking over and kissing the back of your hand.

"I'm Viperion" The snake hero chimes in, placing a hand on your shoulder with a smile.

"Haha! Good 'ta know, boys, but enough with the pleasantries. PegaBug? I'm sure you already have a plan for us" You say with a smile, blushing behind your mask at your proximity to the two men.

At that, PegaBug nodded and began explaining. And then, the plan was put into action. First, ChatChien hands you his ball and activates it, and then PegaBug gives you the go-ahead to use your ability. "Multitude!" You shout, one-handedly swinging your skipping rope around above you and letting it wrap around you and ChatChien's ball. A pastel pink light emits from the rope and then fades into the black accents on your bodysuit. Slowly but surely, you started to shrink. Not by a lot, but you definitely lost a foot or two of height. But in exchange for your size, you split yourself into three. It felt weird, but also natural? It wasn't like you had to split your consciousness and multitask; it was more like you had extra limbs to control. The three 'yous' each held a copy of ChatChien's ball; the second step of preparation had succeeded. Viperion then called on his second chance as a form of insurance. All the preparation was complete, now it was time to put this plan into action.

PegaBug called forth her first portal; a small rip in space-time leading to just above the sister who controlled water. You placed your hand slowly through the portal and tapped the akumatised rose with the dog's ball. The first third of the plan was a success. Next, PegaBug created another portal; one leading just beside the fire sister's leg. Just like the first time, you inconspicuously placed your hand through the portal and tapped the rose with the dog's ball. 2/3 of the plan had gone through without a hitch. Then, PegaBug created her final portal; the riskiest one. One right in front of the sister who controlled air. Just before you placed your hand through, Viperion stopped you; his hand firm around your wrist, but not so tight as to hurt you.

"This is the third time I'm using my second chance. Wait for her to place the rose into the portal, trust me." The hero explains, his electric blue eyes looking into yours, pleading you to listen to him. So you did. You patiently waited. And it paid off.

The sister who controlled air got curious. She moved forward, trying to peer over the portal; trying to see how the space-time tear looked from above and from behind. Curiosity killed the cat though, as when she moved forward, the rose on her chest moved through the portal and directly in front of you! Quickly, you tapped the akumatised object with the third ball. Finally, the hardest part of the plan was over; successfully at that. The three 'yous' quickly hand all three balls over to ChatChein and you watch as he uses his power. "Fetch!" The hero shouts, and immediately, all three balls light up and zoom over to each of the akumatised sisters. Then, all three balls, along with all three roses, teleport into ChatChien's hands. "Fall in!" You shout after grabbing all three balls from ChatChien, your two clones shining a pastel pink light and fusing back into you; bringing you back to your original height, and fusing the three balls back into one. You watch intently as ChatChien brings the roses together in a mini-bouquet and cataclysms them, freeing the Akuma.

It was over. The miraculous Ladybugs fixed everything and the akumatised victims were back to normal.

You were good. Good enough and charismatic enough for ChatNoir and Viperion to remember you. Good enough for LadyBug to call on you again in the future; and she did just that. By the 3rd time you were entrusted with the mouse miraculous, ChatNoir and Viperion would ask LadyBug where you were; by default just expecting her to call for you. And by the 5th time LadyBug had entrusted you with the miraculous, she'd noticed something. See, after LadyBug and ChatNoir obtained the skill of not transforming back after five minutes of their superpower being used, they started training the other heroes to be able to do the same thing. Alya as Rena Rouge and Kagami as Ryuko had already mastered this skill, with Viperion only just catching up and Carapace still not quite there yet. But you? Marinette hadn't noticed it at first, but she gave it some thought when spacing out during a lecture; you hadn't ever needed to transform back after five minutes... After the 6th time LadyBug entrusted you with the mouse miraculous, she asked you about this. And when you responded with a shocked laugh at the fact that the heroes were going into these fights with a 5-minute time limit, that sealed the deal; LadyBug made you a permanent holder. You were honoured; practically unable to keep a wide smile from forming on your face.

But outside of the superhero side of life, your civilian life was going as you'd expect it to. University was full of lectures and coursework. Your social life had taken a small hit from literally living a double life, but you'd gained a forever friend in Mullo. The kwamii was nothing if not trouble, but you could look past her antics; at the core of it, your kwamii was caring and kind, getting into trouble mainly to make you laugh. Other than Mullo, you also became close friends with Marinette! A typical day at UFD consisted of you meeting with Marinette and walking to your lectures, chatting in said lectures, and then parting ways.

But one day, the black-haired girl noticed that you didn't really have any other friends... It wasn't that you were a loner, or that nobody liked you! Everyone in your class seemed to have a positive opinion of you and generally liked you. It was just that, Marinette would never see you outside of the lecture hall or around campus. And when she asked you what you do after lectures, you literally just replied with 'I go home.'. So Marinette took it upon herself to force you to branch out; she did this by inviting you to hang out with her and her group of friends from college! Her group of friends who totally aren't all superheroes but just don't know it. You were nervous at first, but you were quickly put at ease when you noticed a few familiar faces. "Woah you're friends with... Luka? And what's his name... Adrien?" You ask, recognising the two men but struggling with their names; your encounters were brief.

"Yeah! You know them?" Marinette replies with a smile on her face.

You nod, mimicking your friend's smile as you approach her group of friends. Marinette introduced you to her friends and couldn't help but smile at the way that you were already seamlessly blending into the group. You were chatting with Kagami, Nino, and Alya as the latter asked you questions about yourself as if she was interviewing you, but the journalist-to-be was interrupted by the two men behind her.

"Hey again, [Name]" Luka says with a warm smile; chuckling at Alya as she purses her lips to the side in playful annoyance at the interruption.

"You know him already, Luka?" Alya questions, but gets a reply from Adrien instead of Luka.

"We know him, yes." The blonde replies with a toothy grin, coming up from behind Luka and slinging an arm around the rocker's neck.

Since that day, you became a part of the group; as if you had been there from the start. The whole group would hang out at least three times a week, and you very quickly felt comfortable enough to hang out one-on-one as well! You would help Alya with mock interviews, visit the university language cafe with Kagami and Adrien, listen to demos from Luka and Nino, and of course, you and Marinette would constantly hang out at your place. Though, you never spent time alone with Luka or with Adrien; it wasn't exactly a conscious decision, but the opportunity never came up. Over time though, Marinette started to notice that both Luka and Adrien were being way friendlier with you than with the others. Seriously though, the two men would constantly ask her about you; trying to pry information out of her to gain brownie points with you. It's because of their insistent questioning that Luka knew what chocolate bar to buy you 'cause he felt like it'. And it's because of their insistent questioning that Adrien knew that you were in need of a model for your designs and in turn volunteered himself. But things did change from friendly gestures to more serious courting attempts when Marinette innocently commented 'why do you and Luka keep asking about him?' to Adrien, and 'Why do you and Adrien keep asking about him' to Luka. Those seemingly silly observations seemed to flip a switch in the guys' minds. Initially, both Luka and Adrien just thought they had taken a liking to you. But now that they knew that the other was also asking about you? Doting on you? Adrien and Luka knew they had to step up their game, their end goal had become clear to them; they liked you. They wanted you.

Back on the hero side of things, you were constantly impressing your teammates! It got to the point that, in another battle within which LadyBug was struggling with a lack of miraculous users, the heroine decided to entrust you (before even Alya) to merge two miraculous. LadyBug needed another miraculous in play! She and ChatNoir were already using two, and despite both Viperion and RenaRouge already being transformed and ready to help, LadyBug called on you as well. It's safe to say that ChatNoir and Viperion were fucking entranced by you. You unified your miraculous with the one given to you by LadyBug and effortlessly used both abilities as required by the heroine. The fight was over before it even really started! Ever since that fight, you kinda became LadyBug's go-to dual-holder. She saw herself in you; the way you utilised the mouse miraculous to merge multiple miraculous, you proved to be incredibly capable and useful. And not just LadyBug took note of this! ChatNoir and Viperion would constantly comment on your great strategies and quick thinking after late-night fights; choosing to spend some time with you after the tiring fight. LadyBug would usually join you three during these starlit chats; but you'd noticed that as time went by, LadyBug would head back home but the two remaining heroes would insist on spending a little longer out on Paris' rooftops.

You never argued against this though, you thoroughly enjoyed these moments. It was in these moments that you could truly relax; worries of an akumatised villain appearing were almost at zero, having just won a fight, and any thoughts of uni work were buried deep in the back of your mind. But what really relaxed you was the presence of your two hero friends. ChatNoir flirtatiously joking around with you and then being scolded by Viperion, the three of you talking about life and plans without revealing too much about your identities, Viperion making jokes at the expense of ChatNoir, it all just put you at ease; you felt like these two were your closest friends despite not even knowing what they looked like! You didn't know why they were so much closer to you than the other heroes, or why Chat and Viperion were putting so much effort into spending time with you, but you certainly enjoyed it. To be frank, part of this was because both the cat and the snake heroes had a little crush on you, but the main reason was that they knew your identity...

The two had pestered LadyBug enough with their little crushes that the heroine literally could not take it anymore; swearing the two men to secrecy (and silence for her sanity) in exchange for your identity. Of course, when ChatNoir and Viperion found out that the hero they were crushing on was the same guy that they were crushing on as civilians, they both freaked the fuck out. But after their minds finished racing with thoughts, they locked in; they were in competition with each other after all... It was around summertime when both Luka and Adrien stepped up their game; university had finished for the year, and they no longer had an excuse to see you. The two men had to grow a pair and make their flirtations and courting attempts clearer. You definitely saw the model and the rocker more than any of your other friends; even more than Marinette! Both Adrien and Luka would make an effort to see you and to try and sway you towards one side rather than the other.

Adrien always invited you to his photoshoots or ad campaigns; insisting that you were a better stylist than the one he had hired and that 'he performed better knowing that you were watching'. The blonde definitely started channelling ChatNoir more and more, attempting to flirt with you with the confidence and charisma that his hero persona allowed him to express. You and Adrien would also often hang out at either your place or his (mostly his place just so that Adrien could subtly show you the luxury he could provide you). Hangouts consisted of anything from casually watching films or playing games to having deep conversations about life and the boundaries of your friendship getting pushed little by little. It was during the more vulnerable, personal conversation you and Adrien would have that you really got to know him; you learnt that the blonde continued his modelling career to honour his father, that he felt like he had no greater purpose in life for most of his life, and that he felt like you were one of the few people he could be himself around. Adrien would also learn a lot about you! The model would always listen just as much as he would talk during these kinda conversations; Adrien enjoys listening to you talk about your relationship with your family, your passions, your goals, and anything else you wanna share with him. The both of you really liked these moments; getting vulnerable and being able to talk about stuff without fear of judgment, it was like therapy. But what you were certain didn't happen during professional therapy was all of the subtle flirts and physical touch. For real, you will realise mid-conversation that you and Adrien were practically cuddling; or that you were straddling his lap, or that the blonde's hand was lingering on your hand or thigh or shoulder for a little too long. Not that either of you were complaining though. But mental notes were definitely taken. And the blush on your face and Adrien's definitely didn't make the moments go unnoticed.

On the other hand, if you weren't hanging out with Adrien for the day, you were hanging out with Luka. You have never missed a single band practice of Luka's and you never will; the rocker insisting that your mere presence helped him 'play so much better, your sound helps his flourish'. Bro's a poet, what else did you expect he'd say? As to not let Adrien get ahead, Luka would also insist on the two of you hanging out either at your place or his; his cosy room on his mother's ship was the usual place, just 'cause you'd mentioned once how much you liked the ambience. Really, it was Luka himself who made you like the atmosphere; the ever-so-slightly older man was just such a good listener, he could help you clear your head within minutes! You would spend hours with Luka, the rocker listening to you talk, paint his nails and yours with some old, black polish, you would listen to him play guitar, and like with Adrien, the two of you would talk about even the most personal things. You really didn't know what it was, but something about Luka made you feel like you could tell him anything, and you would do just that. You'd talk his ear off about yourself, internal conflicts and interpersonal conflicts; but you'd also listen to Luka a lot. It helped distract you from your own life. You listened to the rocker talk about his past struggles with the music industry, his relationship with his father, and his relationship with his sister; and you actively listened to every single word. And just like with Adrien, you wouldn't realise until the end of a conversation just how close you had physically gotten with Luka! Seriously, you'll be talking about the deepest shit and realise mid-sentence that your head was in Luka's lap; his slender, masculine fingers running through your hair. But though you did find some of the positions you found yourself in a little compromising, you would merely blush and look past it; as you still felt oddly comfortable despite the proximity. It got to the point that you felt so at ease around Luka that you would fall asleep whilst pseudo-cuddling; trust, when Adrien found out that you had started spending the night at Luka's, he was fuming and already scheming ways of getting you to sleep in his bed too.

One-on-one patrols with either ChatNoir or Viperion also became more frequent; though you didn't know that this was because the two heroes had made an agreement to split their trio patrols in order to get time alone with you. Patrols were a lot less romantic than hangouts in your civilian forms; mainly because you didn't know who was behind the masks of Viperion and Chat. As a logical and smart guy, you couldn't fall for someone you literally didn't know. That didn't stop Chat's blatant flirting or Viperion's more subtle attempts at wooing you.

By the time that most of the summer had passed by, you had spent so much time with both Adrien and Luka. You, of course, really liked them as your friends, but you also couldn't deny that the romantic and intimate moments you had shared with both men over the summer weren't making you fall for them. But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other....

Ending 1:

But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other... Your feelings for Adrien were so much stronger than those you held for Luka.

The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called Adrien and asked to meet him at his place, and of course, the blonde agreed; he was fucking whipped for you. When you admitted your feelings for him, Adrien short-circuited; like actually, a thick blush covered his entire face and neck, his eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but fully couldn't. You internally panicked, but when the blonde managed to utter 'You like me too?' you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Pretty quickly, Adrien and you started dating. You were taking things slow but after a whole summer of basically going on dates and getting close, you two didn't really have any other steps to get over and done with! Adrien was the first out of you two to change his attitudes and behaviours; going into the first day back at university with your hand in his, a bright smile on his face and a lovestruck look in his eyes anytime he looked your way. If anyone asked whether the two of you were a thing, he would proudly declare that you were his boyfriend. The model made sure to take you on nice dates and insisted on paying for you no matter how small the fee; claiming that you 'deserved to be spoiled'. You two frequented the cafe within which you met (Adrien would always get sentimental without a doubt) and you would spend practically every night at Adrien's place; though your boyfriend had no complaints about you treating his place like it was yours, he did often complain that he never got to spend time at your place!

Adrien is the typa guy who's just so innocent and wholesome. So much so that simply thinking about dating you and spending time with you used to get him hard... Fucking hot. But this became a problem when the blonde actually started dating you! Seriously, the man couldn't spend ten minutes cuddling you without popping a boner! And it wasn't like your relationship stopped at cuddling, you two would kiss, make out, grind against each other; and it would get so overwhelming (in the best way possible) that Adrien would cum in his pants like some high schooler! He was very embarrassed at first, but when you assured your boyfriend that you took it as nothing but a compliment, Adrien felt a little better. But he knew he had to work on his... overexcitement. And he did! Enough that the next time, Adrien made it through ten whole minutes of making out with you and grinding his hard dick against your ass before he had to stop as to not cum. Though the first time the blonde put it inside of you, he did in fact cum right away... But again, you took it as a compliment!!

There really were no negative aspects to your relationship with the model! Even arguments with Adrien were healthily worked through and resolved within the day! That being said... One thing you did notice was that your friendship with Luka was definitely different. The rocker was nothing but happy for you when he noticed your relationship with Adrien; sure he was hurt, but that wasn't your fault. But to protect the little ego he had left, Luka had to take a step back. That meant no more one-to-one hangouts at his place, no more intimate and vulnerable talks, and no more comforting proximity. You knew it was for the better; you didn't want to lead Luka on, and you knew Adrien would get immensely jealous and insecure despite trying his best to hide it. So you and Luka remained friends, but you could both see the sadness behind your smiles; you lost a close friend, and Luka lost what he thought was the harmony to his sound...

You knew that your relationship with Adrien couldn't get any better, and you didn't want to ruin that, but you felt like you were lying to your boyfriend. You had to constantly lie about where you were during Akuma attacks, you had to lie about talking on the phone or to yourself when you were really talking to Mullo, and you had to constantly make excuses for leaving late at night for parole. Keeping your identity a secret was eating away at you, so you decided to tell him. You trusted Adrien. More than anyone else. You felt that it was necessary, and even Mullo agreed. You worked up the courage and sat your boyfriend down. But when you were met with a laugh after nervously pouring your heart out to the blonde, all you could do was look at Adrien with confusion. "hahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, babe! But... is it bad that I already knew?" You were speechless. WHAT DID HE MEAN 'HE ALREADY KNEW'???? You thought you hid it so well! But Adrien very quickly explained; rather, he showed you. You watched with shock on your face as your boyfriend transformed into ChatNoir right in front of your eyes. Now that you thought about it, it made sense! All of Adrien's attempts at flirting with you reminded you so much of Chat! And looking past the quantum masking, damn ChatNoir really did look like Adrien. Let's just say that the two of you had to try really hard not to act like a couple when in your hero forms; and even then you two were still quite insufferably affectionate...

Ending 2:

But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other... Your feelings for Luka were so much stronger than those you held for Adrien.

The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called Luka and asked to meet him at his place, and of course, the rocker agreed; he had it bad for you. When you admitted your feelings for him, Luka kept his cool; but internally he was freaking out. He was so fucking happy, but he couldn't make it look like this is what he'd been praying for for the past couple of months; even though that's exactly what it was. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when Luka gave you a warm smile and confessed that he 'felt the same, probably even more than you do'.

Pretty quickly, Luka and you started dating. You were taking things slow but after a whole summer of basically going on dates and getting close, you two didn't really have any other steps to get over and done with! Luka was quick to change his attitudes and behaviours, but he was quite low-key with it. On the first day back at university you two walked hand in hand, a warm smile on Luka's face and a lovestruck look in his eyes anytime he looked your way. If anyone asked whether the two of you were a thing, he would look into your eyes and smile whilst letting out a love-drunk 'he's mine alright~'. The rocker made sure to treat you right, treating you like royalty and practically worshipping the ground you walked on; this man would literally give you a piggy-back to your lecture if you simply mentioned that your legs hurt, claiming that you 'should be treated with care like the fine art-piece that you were'. Anytime that the two of you would pass through the hall within which you two first met, Luka would always reminisce and claim that he 'knew you were the one from the first word you spoke'. Sleepovers at Luka's became even more frequent than before, but the moment your boyfriend noticed that you would wake up seasick, he insisted on sleeping at your place instead.

Intimacy with Luka was another thing that really changed. The comfortable proximity became hotter and heavier; you both couldn't help it! You were so fucking attracted to each other that the moment you would straddle Luka's lap his lips were already on yours. Again, your boyfriend treats you like royalty during these moments, calling you beautiful and handsome and an angel between kisses and as he litters your neck with lovebites. Luka is also quite experienced; he is older than you by an entire year to be fair! But damn does Luka know what the fuck he's doing! The way he'll control his pace to make you feel the best you can; using that huge white-boy dick to his advantage. Also holy fuck those fingers! Luka knows just how to curl his slender fingers inside of you to get you writhing beneath him. Making out and cuddling with Luka is also a ten-outta-ten experience; things don't have to go any further and you're still satisfied with your boyfriend's tongue dominating your mouth, or getting spooned by his bigger frame. Oh and Luka has a huuuuuge thing for your voice! He loves to just hear you talk, but oh does he do his very best to make you feel euphoric just so that he can hear you fucking moan your lungs out. And don't even get him started on the way his name sounds on your lips; Luka could talk for hours about how much it affects him. On days you two can't see each other, you two will talk on the phone for hours; but inevitably, you'll notice that as it gets later in the night, Luka will start to get quiet, he'll start to grunt and his breath will start to get shakey and uneven. And if you ask him if he's okay, all Luka will reply with will be a shakey and breathy 'j-just keep talkin'~'. Oh he's straight JERKIN' IT!!

There really were no negative aspects to your relationship with the Rocker! Even arguments with Luka were few and far between; but when they did happen, they were healthily worked through and resolved within the day! That being said... One thing you did notice was that your friendship with Adrien was definitely different. The model was happy for you, sure... But man, was he hurt. It's not like it was your fault, but to protect the little ego he had left, Adrien had to take a step back. That meant no more one-to-one hangouts at his place, no more intimate and vulnerable talks, and no more comforting proximity. You knew it was for the better; you didn't want to lead Adrien on, and you knew Luka would get immensely jealous and insecure despite trying his best to hide it. So you and Adrien remained friends, but you could both see the sadness behind your smiles; you lost a close friend, and Adrien lost what he thought was the purpose he was so desperate to find in life...

You knew that your relationship with Luka couldn't get any better, and you didn't want to ruin that, but you felt like you were lying to your boyfriend... You had to constantly lie about where you were during Akuma attacks, you had to lie about talking on the phone or to yourself when you were really talking to Mullo, and you had to constantly make excuses for leaving late at night for parole. Keeping your identity a secret was eating away at you, so you decided to tell him. You trusted Luka. More than anyone else. You felt that it was necessary, you knew how much Luka valued truthfulness more than anything! You worked up the courage and sat your boyfriend down. But when you were met with a laugh after nervously pouring your heart out to the rocker, all you could do was look at Luka with confusion. "Oh baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But... is it bad that I already knew? Haha~" You were speechless. WHAT DID HE MEAN 'HE ALREADY KNEW'???? You thought you hid it so well! But Luka very quickly explained; rather, he showed you. You watched with shock on your face as your boyfriend transformed into Viperion right in front of your eyes. Now that you thought about it, it made sense! Just like his hero persona, Luka was always calm and collected; his flirtations more cerebral and calculated! And looking past the quantum masking, damn Viperion really did look like Luka. Let's just say that the two of you had to try really hard not to act like a couple when in your hero forms; and even then you two were still quite insufferably affectionate...

Ending 3:

But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other...

'I... I think Luka is the one...'

'Wait no... It's Adrien..!'

'But Luka...'

'But Adrien...'

'FUCK! I can't choose! I... I think I'm in love with both of them...!'

Your thoughts were running rampant. You couldn't make a choice; both men had shown you a whole new world. You'd never experienced intimacy and comfort like you had with them both. How were you supposed to pick one and just forget the other?

The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called both Luka and Adrien and asked to meet them at your place, and of course, they both agreed; they were willing to do anything for you, really. It was a difficult conversation; you didn't even really know where to start. But when you finally got your feelings for both men across, you could feel a weight lift off of your shoulders. Shockingly, it wasn't awkward! If anything, both Luka and Adrien felt some relief? Hey at least this way it's a win-win? Both the blonde and the dual-toned rocker had a wordless conversation with their eyes and then came to a decision; they would happily share your love. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when both Adrien and Luka gave you a warm smile and confessed that they both wanted you, like you wanted them.

It took a while for the three of you to get your footing. But soon enough, you figured it out; just because there were three of you in this relationship, didn't mean that it would be any different from a typical relationship. Sure, you three took it slow, but after an entire summer of basically going on dates with Luka and Adrien, there weren't many other things to go over! But you did have to learn how to spend time together; the three of you, the model and the rocker learning to share you and learning to love each other. Yeah, Adrien and Luka were already friends! But it was a totally different thing being in a relationship! However, slowly but surely, the three of you got there; by the time university had started back up, you three were walking into campus hand-in-hand. Honestly, you felt greedy! You had two of the hottest guys on campus looking at you with love in their eyes and with dumb smiles on their lips! If anyone was brave enough to ask what you three were to each other, each of you was more than happy to proclaim that you three were dating! Oh and they both made sure to treat you right! Though you insisted on taking turns when paying for things, Luka and Adrien would always team up to make sure that one of them distracted you whilst the other paid! Oh and you were treated like a prince on the daily; you never carried your back, books, or equipment when your boyfriends were around! The three of you would constantly reminisce about your first meeting at the hands of Marinette, and both Adrien and Luka would constantly retell their first encounters with you to each other; literally asking each other what they thought when they first saw you. Bro, you had these guys fucking WHIPPED! Sleepovers became very frequent. Of course, you guys had your time alone, but you slept at Adrien's, Luka's, and your's at least once a week!

Intimacy with your boyfriends was something else entirely! It took a while for starters! You didn't wanna push them; you had already pushed the boundaries by dating both Luka and Adrien at the same time! But you soon realised that the reason you three hadn't gone past cuddles was that they didn't wanna push you! Really, Adrien and Luka were horny as FUCK! It took everything in their power to hold back! But damn, when the three of you finally got to it? 10/10. That's all. Luka and Adrien would focus on your pleasure so much that you'd cum within minutes; oh and you'd usually cum at least twice before either one of them came even once! When it came to your secret identities, you felt like it was too much to reveal your identity as Omnimouse to two people; so though it hurt you to lie to the two men you trusted with your life, you didn't tell them. Though it was a bit ironic that they already knew! Luka and Adrien chose to let you believe that they didn't know of your identity; if for any reason, to keep you sane! That did mean that neither Adrien nor Luka revealed their own identities as ChatNoir and Viperion, but that was probably for the best. Neither Adrien nor Luka knew that the other was a hero as well....

All in all, your relationship with your two boyfriends was incredible; you seriously couldn't be happier. Luka and Adrien were also incredibly happy to have you as their boyfriend; seriously, at least half of the conversations they have are about you, and within each of those conversations they call themselves lucky to have you at least twice per convo!

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ it's a gift (you keep those) ]❜

ft. logan howlett x f! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ giving him a plushie that reminded you of him┊1k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: fluff, crushes, probably ooc but he’s so cute & wade is hard to write for, written for dp&w logan so idk if he got gifts in xmen, i forgot about laura, they are in touch and have a wonderful father-daughter relationship, i’m so sorry, edited

➤ author's note: i have so many thoughts but too incompetent to write

logan’s never sure who will appear when he opens the door as wade’s quite the extrovert, either vanessa or one of his many other friends whom he’s now become somewhat acquainted with, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet the familiar eyes of the cute neighbor who lived a few doors down. he nervously scratched the back of his head, suddenly becoming aware of his shabby appearance, “uh, are you looking for wade?”

“no, i was actually looking for you!” god, your smile is so bright, it’s blinding. he normally hates perfume of any sort as it’s so overpowering to his heightened senses, but the one that you wore smelled so lovely like always. is that a new shade of lip gloss you’re wearing? it really suits you. (why on earth is he noticing all of these details out of the blue? he needs to snap out of whatever spell you put on him after being introduced when he first showed up and only interacting in passing since then).

“looking for me?” he repeated, in disbelief, trying his best not to allow his surprise to slip into his voice. considering he isn’t from this dimension and not the most agreeable person to be around, he had no friends of his own yet and hasn’t been visited by anyone since he got here. a beat of panic struck him, thinking that he was in trouble for something and you came to complain. he really couldn’t think of any other reason you were here for him even though you were so cheerful.

you were carrying some shopping bags with you, dropping them on the ground before reaching into one and pulling out a large fuzzy plushie of a gray cat hidden under layers of glittery tissue paper, “i saw this cutie when i went shopping with my friends and thought it looked like you!” you held it out for him to take, looking so proud of the stuffed animal.

he hesitated for a second before accepting it, trying to take in the fact that you were reminded of him in your day-to-day life. it made his heart flutter, and he found himself dumbfounded by the feeling. he was frequently teased by his roomate about his little “crush” on you, claiming that it was oh so obvious and that the sooner he accepted it, the better, but he never realized until now how pathetic he was when it came to you. was the wolverine really getting butterflies like a fucking schoolgirl in his old-ass age? thank god no one was home right now to bully him about it, he would never hear the end of it.

“it does not look like me,” he scoffed playfully after a quick examination.

“no, it definitely does! it’s a big, grumpy kitty—” you took a step closer to hold it with him, pointing at all the similarities you observed, although it was clear you were exaggerating for laughs. “see the little frowny face and ears? it could be your identical twin separated from birth! willy mentioned that you act like a cat most of the time, and i think it fits perfectly!”

the smile he didn’t realize was plastered on his face faltered at the last piece of information, grateful that you didn’t notice. that idiot has been talking about him to you? he might as well forget about any chance of getting with you, because knowing how he yaps without a filter and loves to play matchmaker, you probably think he’s a freak of some sort. “only good things, i hope…”

you giggled, the sweetest sound he ever heard. “of course, he’s really fond of you… well, maybe a bit too fond, but you already know about that!” you opened your mouth to continue the conversation or say something else, but your phone started ringing and you excused yourself, looking a little shy as you grabbed up your bags. “i’ll talk to you later!” you sounded so excited about the prospect of it before leaving, your voice and footsteps becoming fainter as you walked back to your place.

“wait, you didn’t take back the cat—”

“it’s a gift! you keep those!”

“oh… right…”

he lingered for a moment, unable to say much in response since you left in such a rush. when was the last time someone gave him a present? staring at this brand new item, he still couldn’t see the resemblance in any way, but knowing that it was a gift from you gave him a rare feeling of happiness which returned every time he looked at it from then on among his few possessions. 

“oh my goodness, what is this adorable thing?!” wade exclaimed when he saw it sitting on the couch where logan slept, picking it up to gawk at before tossing it up in the air and catching it before it hit the floor. “ooh, let me guess, it’s a gift from her, isn’t it?” 

the mutant groaned at his mocking tone. “put it down before you ruin it with your grubby hands,” he commanded, snatching it from his grasp (rough enough to make his point clear, but carefully enough not to tear it apart). his roommate didn’t even bother pretending to be offended like he usually would as he was simply overjoyed that his “ship” was coming true. “it doesn’t mean anything, don’t make it weird.”

“it doesn’t mean anything?! how can you say that when it’s going to be the first gift you give to your first child together—”

“first what??”

“nevermind, what are you gonna name it?”

“i have to name it?”

“have you never owned a stuffed animal before? you have to name it! how heartbroken is she going to be when she asks what you named it and you say that you haven’t done that?! she’s gonna think that you don’t value her gifts!” you would think the world was going to end if he didn’t do so if you heard the way he was speaking.

“fine, i’ll name it…” he looked deeply into the toy’s soulless eyes, noting how soft the outer material was against his calloused hand, “... fluffy…”

“that’s such a shitty name—”

“shut the fuck up, it’s been decided.”