#burger labs genders

[burgerlabs]

🦴︰『CYBERDOG』 !?

❛cyberdog/cyberpup❜ -- can also be referred to as cyberdoggender or cyberpupgender .

🦴 ‣ meaning ; a gender that is connected to being both a dog and any tech-based species.

🦴 ‣ notes ; the 'dog' part in question can be any species, and can be due to being doggender, dog otherkin & therian, nonhuman, etc. the 'cyber' part can refer to robots, computers, ai, computer programs, etc.

🦴 ‣ flag disclaimer ; flag colour variants don't have any special meaning, they're just to give people more options to pick from. pls credit me if you use these flags anywhere!

🦴 ‣ possible associated prns ; it/its , pup/pups, tech/techs, 01/01s, woof/woofs, paw/paws, bite/bites, code/codes, web/webs, net/nets, bit/bits, byte/bytes, dog/dogs, bone/bones

[little-pondhead]

Some fic because I love your au, Fenton is gender brainrot, and little baby dan cracks me up. Full disclosure, my only familiarity with DC is DP crossover fanfic, and a Batman movie I fell asleep during. (If I had a better grasp on the characters I would totally write more :(( i love interactions) also sorry for the weird spacing. Idk why tumblr did that

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There was an empty cardboard box on the table of the Justice League’s main conference room. Taped on the top flap, next to a doodle of Fenton’s logo, was a jump drive.

Heaving a sigh, Batman plugged it in and pulled up his screen on the projector. The drive, which was named “little baby dan’s evil playtime”, contained two files; WATCH_ME_FIRST.mp4 and its-a-secreeeet.pdf. He clicked on the video file, and immediately the projector filled with a blurry close-up of Fenton’s goggles.

After a moment of fiddling with the camera, Fenton stepped back, giving a cheery wave. His lab coat and goggles were a pastel pink, which was new. “Heeeeya, Bats! Whoever else is there! If you’re watching this, you probably weren’t there when I dropped the box off, aaand it’s probably empty.”

He clapped his hands together gleefully. “And Connie, if you’re there, this is payback for cussing around my daughter.” Batman was instantly relieved that Constantine wasn’t on base. Hopefully the situation wouldn’t require Constantine’s expertise. (Or any of the Justice League Dark. Fenton seemed determined to drive them all to an early grave with his casual refusal to acknowledge the supernatural air around him.)

“Now, as you’re all heroes, I’m sure you’re all familiar with the whole,” Fenton paused for a moment, as if searching for the proper words. “”You ate a burger on a Tuesday or something equally inane, and it kickstarted a series of events that led to you going insane and evil and murdering 95% of the Earth’s population and now you must fight your evil alternate self, because your time-controlling cryptid Peepaw said so,” shtick, so I’ll skip the backstory. Say hi to Dan!” Fenton grabbed the camera, and Batman quickly jotted down several notes about the concerning number of things the boy had just said.

The camera swiveled around to show Nightingale, holding a strange beast in a manner that reminded Batman of an “elongated cat meme” Nightwing had shown him when he was still a Robin. The creature bared a maw full of razor sharp fangs at the camera. Nightingale adjusted her grip to hold the creature’s paw and make it wave, which evoked a deep growl.

“Haha, he’d kill me if I did that. Dan likes Nightingale much more than he likes me.”

“Because the worst she has ever done is attempt to shoot me.”

The camera had moved, so Batman couldn’t visually confirm that the deep voice had come from the creature, but the voice didn’t match any of Fenton’s previously revealed companions. “Yeah yeah, her aim sucked back then.” Fenton gave the camera a toothy grin that was only slightly less unnerving than the creature’s. “Dan’s not technically me, he’s much more like Dani, actually, but the world would probably end again if we left him with his other... What did you call him?” Fenton glanced offscreen.

“Bane of my accursed existence.”

Fenton chucked. “The other half responsible for his existence.” Batman added more notes to his file. “So, yeah, Clocky left him with us for a bit to help along his rehab. But a certain psychologist-in-training I know says that repressing rage isn’t healthy, and even without a lot of his powers, he can wipe out most of a city in- what, an hour? We tested it. It was around an hour.”

Everyone present shared a look of deep concern. As if able to see their reaction, Fenton quickly held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t worry! Clocky reset it. Approximately zero people have died from Dan in this timeline.”

“Yet.” Came a furious rumble from off-screen.

“Yes, you’re very scary.” They heard Nightingale coo.

Fenton laughed. “Yeah, we need him- and all of you, -out of our hair for a bit while we concoct more evil plans, and you’re all the least likely to die to him, so you get to babysit! Thanks!”

He reached to shut off the camera before pausing and turning away. “Foley! Which of the furries is the one who really likes animals?”

“Man, do you realize how that sounds out of context?” Foley laughed. “I think Tim said it’s the little one. Damian?”

Fenton nodded and turned back to the camera. “Don’t let Damian try to adopt Dan. Or anyone. Dan will bite their hands off. I mean it!” To emphasize his point, he removed one of his hands.

Batman sighed and added “ability to remove limbs” to a list of Fenton’s powers.

“I’ll include a list of “tasks”” Fenton’s disembodied hand made finger quotes, “we gave Dan to keep him occupied. There’s some at the bottom for you guys. They’re mostly just blatant abuse of his powers for the sake of fun and science. I’d appreciate it if you’d let him mark things off the list and add notes on how it goes. Or you can do it. Or I can steal your cameras. Your choice.”

He thought for a second. “I think you’re supposed to leave, like, pizza money or something, but I don’t think you can get pizza delivered to space. Anyway, thanks for letting me blab your ears off while Dan’s probably committing war crimes for twelve minutes. For your sake, I hope he inherited my interest in space. Good luck! Thanks for babysitting!”

Waving with his still detached hand, Fenton ended the video. Batman closed it and opened the PDF as the few other members present murmured amongst themselves. Most of the pages were filled with a curling script Batman didn’t recognize. The fourth page had a huge, bolded header, reading JP TASKS.

The door opened and shut in half a second as the Flash burst in. “Superman!” The speedster wailed. “I can’t get this thing off of me!”

The Flash waved his arm around, sending small droplets of blood flying as he tried to dislodge the creature sinking his teeth into the speedster’s arm. Batman raised an eyebrow beneath his cowl as Superman quickly lent his super strength in attempt to pry the creature’s jaw open. Dan didn’t budge.

Well, he could certainly see the family resemblance been Fenton, Dani, and Dan. Shaking his head, he turned back to the list.

Task 1: Find Dan. He’s probably attacking someone.

He highlighted the text and crossed it out. This was going to be a long shift.

[Anon, this is me crying over the wonderful gift you have given me. You bastard.]

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"Do you think Fenton's regeneration powers extend to his..." Green Lantern frowned, trying to remember the word the kid had used but coming up blank. "I dunno. But do you think if we cut off little Dan here, he'll heal back up with no problem?" He gestured helplessly to the scene in front of him. Flash was still screeching about the beast on his arm, and now Superman and Wonder Woman were trying to pry him off. Batman was standing to the side, silently bemoaning the lack of quiet. He just wanted one peaceful shift. Just one. Please.

"I'd like to see you try, hero. And I'm not little." Dan spoke, startling all of them. His grip on Flash's arm tightened, making the speedster squeal before releasing the man and spitting out a mouthful of his blood. Batman noticed that his mouth didn't move despite the clearly spoken words. In fact, when Dan closed his mouth, it was like he didn't have one at all.

"So you do speak!" Superman marveled.

"Of course I do. I am not unintelligent, unlike you lot."

Despite his pain, Flash still made sounds of protest that everyone promptly ignored.

Superman flushed. "I just wasn't sure. It was hard to tell in the video."

"Ah, yes. The video that the Fenton menace sent you. Was there a note for me in the flash drive?"

"Uh, no." In one of his less finer moments, Green Lantern stuttered over his words and moved in front of Batman, obviously lying. Dan merely growled and flew through both men, heading straight for the giant monitor. Batman barely suppressed a shiver. Density shifting? Might as well add it to the list. He could see Martian Manhunter, who was in the back of the room, tilt his head at the display.

Dan ignored the room as he used his entire body to manipulate the computer mouse and scrolled back up to the top of the page. Staring intently at the scribbles no one could make out, the heroes could do nothing but shoot each other nervous and confused glances. More than a few of them jumped when Dan chuckled deeply. Honestly, his tiny body was at complete odds with his baritone voice.

"Maybe rehab will be fun if he's letting me do this." Dan sneered, flashing their reflections a sharp fang. No one wanted to ask what exactly he was in rehab for. The little beast turned his gaze to Batman. "You are the one called Batman, who rules the cursed city, correct?" The dark hero nodded, not trusting himself to say anything. "Excellent. You will be my chaperone for now, just as Fenton decreed it. Good luck, mortal man. Pray, I do not destroy your home a second time."

Without any time to unpack that conversation, Dan promptly disappeared from view. Some blinking text caught his attention, and Batman scrolled back down to the English text, glancing at the next few items on the list.

Task 2: Do not let Dan read his portion of this letter until you have a way to track him. There is no containing him.

Task 3: Keep him with a chaperone at all times. (If you can)

Task 4: Do not let Dan back into Gotham unless you're fine with a sudden decrease in the clown population.

Task 5: Take him for a walk in Death Valley. He likes hunting lizards.

Task 6: Make sure he goes down for his 2pm nap every day.

Task 7: He'll ask for it, but do not give him any burgers for mealtime. It upsets his stomach.

Task 8: Dan gets ONE(1) sweet after dinner before brushing his teeth. Those green pop rocks Batman always carries will do fine; he likes those. :)

A sudden alarm blared from his wristwatch, making Batman tear his eyes away from the screen, indicating an emergency at Arkham. This time, Batman actually sighed out loud. There was more to the list, but right now, he really needed to find their new charge before he killed the Joker, from the sound of it.

[a-is-away]

a busy (but realistic) day in the life

thursday, april 18th, 2024

this is my busiest day of the week! i have 3 classes that go from 11-12:30, then 2:00-3:30, 3:45-5:00

this morning i woke up at 6:30. last night me had much more gusto than morning me, so i turned on youtube for about an hour to keep me awake. probably a bit of overkill, but some mornings you just have to stay awake.

after getting up and getting ready, i drove to a coffee shop to work on a lab report for my physiology of the cell course. i had to hand write it, so it was quite taxing, but i got some good work done.

after this, i drove to campus for my reproduction class. we took notes and had some interesting discussions on gender and orientation.

between 12:30 and 2:00 i finished up my lab report and ate lunch. i had chicken and rice, a greek yogurt, and some pita chips. also had a jolly rancher for dessert.

at 2:00 i had my anatomy class. we finished discussing the endocrine system and started discussing the reproductive system

i then has my physiology of the cell course. we discussed genetics and meiosis i and ii, which is review from previous courses but it's a little more in depth.

after that class, i drove home and had dinner. i had a homemade burger. i took a break for a little bit after dinner and took a mental break. i showered, then started working on my research presentation for a research conference i have tomorrow. i also worked on an outline for one of my letter of recommendation writers for medical school.

finally, i finished up the day with some writing for an eddie munson fanfiction i'm working on. a-is-away is secretly a writer??? go figure. (you can go check it out on ao3 though it's called gap year ;p)

like i said, this is one of my longer days, and definitely crammed full of studying and assignments. it's almost the end of the semester so i am running on fumes but pushing through.

xoxo -a

[wannab-urs]

Jack Daniels Masterlist

Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Save a Horse… or whatever - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, request  Word Count: 900 Summary: Whiskey got hurt on a mission and he comes into your lab to get patched up. Tags: Jack Daniels being allowed to speak, medical shit that is completely bullshitted, one mention of blood, some talk of like digging around in a wound, etc, Whiskey calls you Soda pop and Sugar. Technically you're Agent Soda. Brief descriptions of oral m!receiving. No use of y/n, reader isn't gendered (I don't think?)

Under Your Skin - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, pedrostories secret santa 23 Word Count: 3.5k Summary: You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? Tags: MMF, post season 3 of Narcos, AU where Jack gets kicked out of the Statesmen instead of burgered, Javi being bi and repressed, Jack being a bisexual slut, SMUT, MMF dynamics, oral (f receiving), javi being a dick, oral (m receiving), javi tries to hit jack, gay kissing (!!!), making out, face sitting, reader kinda gets used and likes it, nipple play, throat fucking, Eiffel tower moment, brief f masturbation, brief m masturbation, pet names (sugar, cowboy, baby, hermosa), truly unreasonable amounts of cursing i’m sorry i talk like this, and also unreasonable amounts of southern phrasing, again sorry I talk like this, unprotected PIV, creampie, cum eating, teasing Javi, actually 90% porn with like a little backstory, kind of enemies to lovers, they’re all ranch hands technically, also they’re all romantically into each other but also javi is dumb and jack can’t believe anyone would want him for more than sex haha oops :)

Trussed Up - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, PMAMC 2024 Word Count: 2.4k Summary: The stress of being a Statesman Agent, especially one in charge of the entire New York operation, gets to Jack sometimes. When he needs release, he comes to you. Tags: PEGGING!!! Smut, sex club stuff, dominatrix!reader, dom!reader, sub!Jack, BDSM stuff, everyone is up to date on their STD checks and birth control and such, brief mention of shibari, mommy kink!whiskey but he calls reader “Momma” and also ma’am, reader calls Jack baby, baby boy, and cowboy, rope bunny!Jack, bondage, hog tie (modified), butt plug, spanking, fingering (m receiving), begging, lots of check ins, several uses of “good boy,” hand job (more so just teasing tbh), riding the cowboy, brief little gentle bite, unprotected PiV (but it’s about as safe as it can get… still don’t do that), creampie, aftercare, cuddling, unprofessional amounts of caring about your client.

Villain - angst | AO3

Type: drabble, pedro boys prompt fills Word Count: 419 Summary: You catch Jack before he takes off to stop Eggsy and Harry from saving the world. Tags: some language, Jack being the bad guy (canon), briefly threatening vibes.

[yfmconfessions2]

Alien Benatar headcanons

-He doesn’t really need to sleep, he can if he wants to but if he’s ever exhausted it’ll be because of emotions, not energy

-about the emotion stuff, his species isn’t much to show emotions. But as Benatar was mainly raised in a lab, he was raised with that knowledge so he expresses emotions anyhow. Big emotions like anger, sadness or excitement exhaust him

-he watches his bandmates sleep, he just sits at the foot of their bed and stares at them for the entire night. He was watching axel one night and he screamed like a little girl and almost kicked him, since then he isn’t allowed to do it anymore (he still does it)

-He can purr like a cat :3

-he can sleep for multiple days upto weeks and it’s a DEEP Sleep. One time he fell asleep and the others thought he was dead and they started planning a funeral but then he woke up like a bear out of hibernation and went “could we get burger world? :3” like nothing happened

-a lot of the time he doesn’t even sleep in his own bunk, he either cuddles with the others or naps in obscure places

-his species doesn’t have multiple genders, it’s just the one so technically bEnatar have a baby

-he got his accent from one of the lab workers who had a British accent and just sorta rolled with it.

-he has no control over his tail. Sometimes it’ll wag like a dog if he’s happy or if he’s upset or angry it whips around and thumps against everything.

-he has no control over his antennas either

-his nails grow like human names but they’re naturally black (Puff calls him a “natural emo”)

-has accidentally fucked up his friends sleep schedule because naps on them if they’re sitting down and eventually they fall asleep as well and when they wake up it’ll be like 3am

-when he’s upset he makes a creepy whine noises, he can’t control that either

HE ALSOOO MAKES LITTLE PAW BISCUITS AND GOES BATSHIT OVER A LAZER POINTER

[sunshinebarbie]

15 questions

i wasn't tagged i am just bored...

1.  Were you named after anyone? I am named after my dad's best friend from high school who went to war and went missing and never returned. (well it's not his name but it sounds similar.)

2. When was the last time you cried? hmmm...maybe 3 weeks ago? i had this huge thing with my sister.

3.  Do you have any kids? Not yet, not only am i looking for the right guy to be my baby daddy, but i am also wanting to get my Ph.D first before procreating.

4.  Do you use sarcasm a lot? No. Not at all.

5.  What's the first thing you notice about people? their eyes and their nose. i'm not judging at all. i notice it because i think those are the features that make them the most unique/beautiful.

6.  What's your eye color? dark brown, but in the summer it turns to a chocolate brown.

7.  Scary movies or happy endings? scary movies of course! i mean i am sucker for a happy ending but...i like the idea that their is still mystery in the world.

8.  Any special talents? i can tell what gender a baby will be based off of just an ultrasound photo (not ones that are already labeled with the gender)...i also can predict what number a pair of die will land on after shaking it in my hands.

9.  Where were you born? the hospital in my hometown, it's a free clinic because we are Native Americans.

10.  What are your hobbies? crafting, drawing, painting, writing, watching bob's burgers, and baking.

11.  Do you have any pets? 2 dogs and 1 cat. Lahey (8 years human) is my first baby he is a lab/pitbull mix. Pengu (1.5 years human) is my "rescue" i say that because i kind of stole him but he was left an an abandoned house??? he is a Husky. Fezco (5 months human) is my last pet, he is a siamese mix, my mom and dad gave him to me as a Christmas present.

12.  What sports do you play/have played? played American football as a child leisurely, played basketball until i got to middle school, and was in cheerleading my high school life.

13.  How tall are you? 5'7" well...when i go to the hospital the nurse always says "5'7".5" which makes me feel good hahaha.

14.  Favorite subject in school? History and Art. in college i loved English 101 and English 102. I had a teacher from South Korea who used to bring me korean snacks and gave me poetry books. I didn't know he was a published author either until like two months ago???

15.  Dream job? a writer and an art teacher...i just want to be surrounded by art and creativity.

if you want to do this, i say go for it.

[rocknrollbandicoot]

Introduction💙💜

Name: StitchLover88

Gender: She/her

Birthday: September 24th

Pets: Two Cats (Simba and Cora

Interests: Gaming, reading, and writing

Favorite YouTubers: Lucy the Red Crying Demon, AnimeBroMii, Vivziepop, FBE (Fine Brothers Entertainment), Nostalgia Critic, Game Grumps, ZoomZamZim, Raymundo 2112, and Nostalgia Cat

Favorite Shows: SuperJail!, Eric Andre Show, Tim And Eric Awesome Show Great Job!, Veggietales, Phineas And Ferb, Invader Zim, Dexter’s Lab, Codename: Kids Next Door, and other favorites

Favorite Movies: Lion King movie franchise, Shrek movie franchise, Minions/Despicable Me movie franchise, Lilo And Stitch movie franchise, Phineas And Ferb movie franchise, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Good Burger (Nickelodeon movie), Sonic the hedgehog movie franchise, Dexter’s Lab: Ego Trip, Codename: Kids Next Door: Operation Z.E.R.O, and other favorites

Favorite Anime: Sonic X, Cyborg Kuro Chan, and Osomatsu San/Mr. Osomatsu

Favorite Video Games: Crash Bandicoot franchise, Sonic the hedgehog franchise, Jersey Devil PS1, South Park video game franchise, Codename: Kids Next Door: Operation V.I.D.E.O-G.A.M.E, and other favorites

Favorite Rock Bands/Artists: Nickelback, Cold (Rock Band), Skillet, Halestorm, Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie, Alice In Chains, Korn, Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, Social Distortion (Rock Band), Dope, Theory Of A Deadman, and other favorites

Favorite Stand Up Comedians: Brian Regan and Josh Wolf

Favorite Cartoon Network Shows: Codename: Kids Next Door, OK KO! Let’s Be Heroes!, Uncle Grandpa, Dexter’s Lab, and Toonami

Favorite Adult Swim Shows: Tim And Eric Awesome Show Great Job!, Eric Andre Show, SuperJail!, and that’s it

Favorite Nickelodeon Shows: CatDog, Invader Zim, Danny Phantom, and Kappa Mikey

Favorite Crushes: The Warden, Future Warden, Rude Dexter (Rude Removal), Scourge the hedgehog, Karamatsu, Pizza Steve, and that’s it

Disliked Crushes: Dexter’s mom from Dexter’s Lab

[iam93percentstardust]

Hello. I am very interested with WinterIron. Enemies to Lovers, abo with omega Tony, accidental bonding, mutual pining, a lot and a loooootttttt of kissing and touching (with "I do it because of bond" excuses).

Please feel free to cross anything you feel uncomfortable with.

Hi there! I wasn't able to get everything in there, but hopefully there's enough? I loved this prompt so much, it was a fun verse to write in 💙

CW for omegas having few rights in this verse and for creepy Aldrich Killian

As always, everything I write can also be found on ao3

~

mate bond: [meyt bond] noun

1. A mental and physical connection that ties two people together following a mating bite

2. A pair bond between spouses

~

[An excerpt from The Other Half of My Soul: An Exploration into Unconventional Bonding Methods by Anderson-Lopez et al, 1972]

“While rare, it is important to note the existence of mate bonds in individuals who have not exchanged bites. These instances have notably occurred during times of high stress for one or both individuals, and are sparked by an inciting incident of some kind, usually a traumatic event. While these types of mate bonds, dubbed soulmate bonds by the media, frequently occur between individuals who are highly compatible, it is not necessary. Curiously, however, it does seem necessary that the individuals are scent matched for a soulmate bond, even though compatible second genders are not a requirement.”

~

Bucky maintained that it was an accident.

Tony had been meant for Steve, after all. That was the arrangement Howard Stark had decided on with Fury. Bucky had only come along as moral support for the first meeting between Steve and Tony. He wasn’t even supposed to meet Tony first, but the crowded ballroom had been too much for him, so he’d ducked out into the hallway, only to come across two alphas menacing an omega. He supposed that some of Steve’s fiery nature must have rubbed off on him, as he normally would have never taken on two alphas by himself, not when he was down an arm. But he’d taken one look at that omega, pretty brown eyes wide with distress, and leapt into action. It hadn’t been until both alphas had been sent off running with their tails between their legs that he’d realized the omega he’d rescued was Tony Stark, Steve’s arranged mate.

Unfortunately (fortunately? No, definitely unfortunately), the arranged match would never come to fruition as Bucky and Tony had looked at each other and immediately bonded without a shared word or bite between them.

Howard was furious, Fury less so—Bucky was still a SHIELD agent, even if he wasn’t the great Captain America, so the planned union between SHIELD and SI would still happen—but both Bucky and Tony insisted that it hadn’t been done on purpose. And, as neither had a mating bite but could still feel the other at the back of their mind, it was hard to disprove the existence of what had once been called a soulmate bond, though was now called the rather unglamorous name of Mate Bond Subtype C, which Bucky thought sounded like an illness.

The media thought it was the most romantic thing they’d ever heard. Steve, who was slowly courting another alpha from SHIELD, thought it was a relief. Bucky, who didn’t want an omega while he was still recovering from the surgery on his arm, thought it was a nightmare at first.

He didn’t know what Tony thought.

They might have shared a bond between them, but Tony had quickly figured out how to shield his feelings. It had taken Bucky a little bit more practice but he too had worked out how to keep his thoughts and feelings private, which was good, because he doubted Tony would like to know what he was thinking.

They’d been bonded for three months and, while Bucky had moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment, they didn’t share a room, let alone a bed. He still took long missions that took him away for weeks at a time. Tony spent more time at SI’s research labs than he did at home. Bucky hadn’t shared Tony’s heat, nor had Tony shared Bucky’s rut, though neither of them had invited anyone else into their beds. And other than their planned public outings where they had to touch to put on the façade of a happily bonded couple, they didn’t hold hands or kiss or lean into each other, giggling.

The problem was—Bucky wanted all of that. He wanted to sleep curled around Tony. He wanted the two of them to be home long enough to share more than one dinner together at a time. He desperately wanted to share cycles, but even more badly than that, he wanted to touch Tony as often as the omega could stand it. Because the problem was also this—sometime in the course of three months, he’d fallen in love.

~

Tony slid his hand into Bucky’s as they stood in the elevator. “It’s just a quick walk around the ballroom, say hi to a couple investors, and then we can leave,” he said reassuringly, giving Bucky a quick smile. “I know how much you hate these shindigs.”

This was true, Bucky did hate them, but he knew that Tony hated them just as much, though he hid it much better than Bucky did. “Don’t worry,” he replied, squeezing Tony’s hand quickly. “I’ll stick to you like glue.”

“Well, maybe not like glue. Like Velcro, maybe. Howard’s got a couple investors that I know he wants me to meet and that I know you’ll hate so you’re more than welcome to go off and find people more to your liking then. I heard Steve’s coming.”

Bucky had to fight to hide a frown. He knew Tony didn’t mean any harm by the comment, but he hated how Tony thought he wouldn’t want to be by his side even when meeting people he didn’t like. So what if he didn’t like them? He’d still prefer to be giving Tony silent support instead of wandering off and leaving him alone for that long.

Before he can respond, the elevator came to a smooth stop, the doors opening on a soft ding to reveal the glittering ballroom Maria Stark had chosen to host the Annual Stark Foundation’s Shareholders’ Ball, meant to honor those who had given so generously to charity over the last year. The room was decorated in delicate ice-like structures, calling to mind the snow blanketing the city outside, though it wasn’t nearly as cold inside. Golden chandeliers reflected off the dark windows, giving the impression of a never-ending stretch of light. It was all so very glitzy and glamorous. Bucky hated it. It was an obscene display of wealth, meant solely to remind everyone that the Starks were richer than anyone else in the room.

“One hour, Bucky Bear,” Tony murmured like he could hear Bucky’s thoughts. “And then we can go get burgers.”

He dropped Bucky’s hand in favor of sliding his own into the crook of Bucky’s elbow, gently steering him towards the first group of investors. Like every other rich person he’d met since bonding with Tony, they were simultaneously smug of their own “generosity” (mere pennies compared to their bank accounts) and jealous, both of Tony’s wealth and Bucky’s luck in landing a Stark (not his words). The smugness was blatant, the jealousy only slightly hidden in the way their eyes lingered as Bucky took the opportunity to brush his lips across Tony’s cheek, quietly telling him he was going to go get them drinks.

“I’ll be back before you even have time to miss me,” he promised, understanding the minute tightness at the corners of Tony’s eyes.

Tony smiled and nodded, attention already turning back to the investors—or, more likely, to his latest project, however much it might have looked like he was paying attention to Hugh Worthington IV. Bucky slipped through the crowd to the bar. Fortunately, it wasn’t crowded yet and he was able to order a whiskey for himself and a scotch for Tony, who always refused to drink the fruity drinks he actually preferred at these parties, almost immediately. As he waited, he turned back to the crowd, idly scanning it. Steve wasn’t there yet, if it was indeed true that Fury had managed to stuff him into a suit and send him off to schmooze. His eyes sought out Tony, who was laughing as he excused himself from the group Bucky had left him with, moving on to another small throng of people.

He smiled despite himself. Tony was lovely like this, despite his discomfort. Bucky got to see him laugh so rarely at home that he cherished every moment he got to see it while they were out in public.

“Sir, your drinks,” the bartender prompted. He thanked them absently and left a tip on the bar before making his way back across the ballroom to Tony’s side.

Tony wasn’t laughing now. In fact, if his pursed lips were anything to go off of, he was pretty furious, and Bucky wondered what had upset him between him leaving the bar and him returning to Tony’s side.

“Doll,” he said, letting Tony know he was there. Tony turned and took his drink, thanking him with a quick kiss that Bucky desperately wanted to turn into a longer, sweeter one.

“Honey, Senator Stern here was just telling me about an omega’s rights bill he filibustered so it wouldn’t pass,” Tony said, irritation bleeding into his tone.

“Now isn’t that interesting,” Bucky drawled, irritated himself. The bill in question was a law that he knew Tony had backed, as it would have put a stop to the arranged bondings the wealthy were so fond of. They’d both known it would be a longshot to pass, but they’d remained hopeful. “That’s the one that Stevie supported isn’t it?”

“It is,” Tony agreed. “My alpha here—” He patted Bucky’s chest. “—is close friends with Captain Rogers. They grew up together, you know. Steve spends nearly every Saturday evening with us. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to hear about this bill failing to pass. Isn’t he supposed to be putting in an appearance at the Senate hearing next week? It would be such a shame if he couldn’t make it.”

Tony’s statement was only partially true. Bucky mostly saw Steve at SHIELD, as Steve, despite being always welcome at their apartment, didn’t want to be reminded of how close he’d come to an arranged bonding of his own. But Steve, who had been an omega before receiving the serum, had always been an outspoken supporter of omega’s rights, and now that he was an alpha, and Captain America to boot, he used every bit of that privilege to push as much pro-omega legislature through Congress as he could. He was a thorn in conservative senators’ sides, like Stern, and it was a minor miracle that they’d gotten him to appear in front of Congress to talk positively about a Republican bill supporting an expansion of benefits for veterans, when he normally disagreed with anything Republican just on principle. Steve’s support would go a long way toward getting that bill passed.

Tony’s veiled threat was effective. Stern, one of the authors of the bill, blanched, making Bucky smile. He loved watching Tony do his thing. There was really nothing better than Tony putting bullies like Stern back in their place.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Stern stammered out before hurrying away.

As soon as he was gone, Tony drooped, leaning back against Bucky. It was nice, being able to lend his support to his omega, but Tony was standing up straight again after only a moment, the façade falling back over him.

“I really hate that guy,” Tony said softly. He looked up at Bucky. “Sorry about using your friendship with Steve like that. I was just so angry. Saw red for a second there.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Bucky said. Impulsively, he reached out to clasp Tony’s shoulder, running his thumb soothingly over the soft skin just above his shirt collar. “You guys got a bad lot in life. You do what you gotta do to make it right.”

Tony hummed. “I really wanted that bill to pass. It wasn’t right, what Howard and Fury wanted me to do. I don’t want anyone else to have to go through that.”

“Sorry,” Bucky offered up. It was a lame apology, but he didn’t know what else he could say to make it better. He knew very well that if he and Tony hadn’t bonded that night, Steve would be Tony’s alpha.

To his surprise, Tony smiled and nudged his shoulder, teasing, “I don’t know, you’re not so bad.”

Bucky sputtered, nearly choking on his whiskey.

“Oh, look, Steve’s just arrived,” Tony said airily, like he hadn’t noticed the effect his words were having on Bucky. “Let’s go say hi.”

Talking to Steve at these events was always awkward. Tony and Steve were both aware that neither of them wanted anything to do with each other as mates, which made having to see each other a study in unspoken tension. He didn’t think it was that either of them had a problem with the other, and he suspected that they could even manage to be friends eventually, but it was that knowledge that they’d nearly been forced to mate that made things so tense between them. Still, he appreciated that Tony was willing to put up with it so that Bucky could see his best friend. It was the sort of small kindness that Tony unthinkingly did that had made Bucky fall in love with him so easily.

Tonight was no different. Tony and Steve exchanged no more than a few awkward words before Tony excused himself to go meet with Emma Frost. He didn’t bother kissing Bucky this time, as Steve was one of the few people they didn’t have to pretend with and it didn’t seem like anyone was watching them at the moment. It would have been different if they’d met up a few months ago. There’d been more than a few people who’d somehow got it into their heads that Steve and Tony’s proposed bond was a love match instead of arranged, and they’d all watched eagerly to see how Steve, Tony, and Bucky interacted in those days following Bucky and Tony’s bonding, clearly wondering if Steve was going to pick a fight. They’d been sorely disappointed, of course; Steve and Bucky didn’t fight over anything, let alone an omega that Steve hadn’t wanted.

“So Fury roped you into the dog and pony show, huh,” Bucky asked, eyeing the stiff collar of Steve’s shirt. He’d be willing to bet that it was brand new. Steve was much more at home in a pair of khakis and a flannel shirt than he was in a tuxedo.

“Senator Brandt actually,” Steve said, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “He thinks it’s good for me to make appearances and drum up support for SHIELD.”

“Sucks.” There was a niggling worry growing at the back of his mind, unrelated to Steve’s complaints about the brass, but Bucky didn’t know what it was. He glanced around the room, but was unable to spot anything amiss. He tried to put it out of his mind by asking, “How’s working with the Commandos?” He couldn’t entirely keep the bitterness out of his voice. Bucky had been moved out of the Commandos unit a few weeks before meeting Tony, and it wasn’t that he didn’t like being on Strike Team Delta, but he was still irritated that he hadn’t had a choice in the matter.

“Not the same without you,” Steve said, grimacing at him like he knew what was going through Bucky’s mind.

They continued talking about SHIELD as they slowly circulated the room and all the while, that worry was growing stronger, slowly morphing into fear, but it wasn’t until he happened to catch a glimpse of Tony standing in the corner and looking tense and unhappy that he realized they weren’t his feelings. They were Tony’s. Tony was worried and scared and had brought down his shields so that Bucky could feel his emotions and Bucky was standing on the other side of the room like an idiot.

“Excuse me,” he said brusquely, cutting Steve off. “Tony’s in trouble.”

He headed straight for Tony, pushing through the crowd without sparing a thought to anyone he might be offending as he shoved them aside. For once, it was Steve who was trailing after him, offering apologies to everyone who looked offended.

There was a look of naked relief in Tony’s eyes as Bucky marched up behind the alpha Tony was talking to. It was a look he’d never seen on Tony’s face before, at least not directed at him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that his omega was happy to have him there or disliked that Tony had to be relieved at all.

“Something wrong, doll?” he asked, hand clamping down on the alpha’s shoulder.

“Bucky,” Tony breathed. He sagged back against the wall. “This is Aldrich Killian. He’d like to propose—” Tony’s mouth twisted unhappily. “He’d like to propose an omega trade. I told him I wasn’t interested, but he insisted on talking to you.”

Anger flared in Bucky’s chest, hot and furious. Omega trades weren’t common anymore, used mostly in backroom deals to secure a transaction. You treat my omega right and I’ll treat your omega right, and maybe we can have a deal. He knew the rich, traditional alphas Tony had grown up with still occasionally used them, but he hated them. He’d always hated them. The very concept treated omegas like property, like hostages, and the thought of seeing Tony—his Tony—under someone else had his vision shading red.

“Is that so?” he hissed.

Killian, the idiot, didn’t seem to notice Bucky’s growing anger. “Maya’s a great—” he began to say.

Bucky cut him off with a hand around his throat, slamming him into the wall.

“Bucky—” Steve started, a warning in his voice.

“Tell them it’s SHIELD business,” he snapped. “Isn’t that the usual excuse?”

What Steve did to placate the crowd growing around them, he didn’t know; he was too intent on Killian to care. “Let me get this straight,” he growled. “You asked Tony for a trade and when he told you no, because I know him, he wouldn’t ever want that and he wouldn’t be quiet about it, you cornered him and insisted you’d only listen to a no from me.” It wasn’t a question. Tony’s thoughts and emotions were flooding him with what Killian had tried to do to him. He growled again at the image of Killian’s hand on Tony’s arm, removed after only a moment. This—this—alpha had tried to put his hands on Tony, had ignored his clear no, and was still babbling on about whatever business deal he wanted out of Bucky—or, more likely, Tony, though as an omega, Tony wouldn’t be able to make that decision.

“It’s a yes or no question, Killian,” he finally snapped, losing his temper. “Did you or did you not ignore Tony’s answer—"

“He’s an omega,” Killian tried.

“He’s a person. He’s a person who was clearly uncomfortable with you and you should never have ignored that. The only reason you’re still standing and not laid out on the floor is because he cares about making a scene, but guess what, I don’t.” His hand tightened on Killian’s throat, making the man wheeze. “Do—”

“Bucky,” Tony said quietly, cutting through his anger.

Without removing his hand from Killian, he looked at Tony. Tony still looked a little shaken, but there was something else in his eyes, something that Bucky didn’t know how to describe.

“Let him go,” Tony continued. “You made your point.”

“He—”

“Yeah, he did,” Tony said, knowing what he was going to say. Bucky wondered if his own shields were down, letting Tony read his thoughts and feelings. “And you were here to stop it, so it’s okay. Let him go, we can go get burgers.”

He didn’t want to. He wanted to make sure Killian never laid hands on someone unwilling ever again, but then Steve was there, carefully pulling Bucky away as he muttered to him about seeing what Fury could do about Killian. And that wasn’t exactly what Bucky wanted, but it was better than nothing, and taking care of Tony was his priority anyway. So since Tony wanted burgers, he would go get burgers.

He spun on his heels, intent on heading to the elevators, only to freezes as soon as he saw Tony. They were supposed to be faking it, which meant that he should do something—wrap an arm around Tony’s waist or kiss his forehead or—or something. But Tony had just had to deal with an unwelcome touch. He shouldn’t have to deal with another one so soon afterwards.

Tony surprised him though by stepping forward and sliding his hand into Bucky’s, interlacing their fingers. “Come on, alpha. Let’s go home,” he said, leading Bucky through the crowd watching them. Bucky ignored them in favor of drinking in the sight of Tony whole and healthy, if not happy.

They were quiet in the elevator ride back down to the parking garage, quiet as they climbed into the back of the car, quiet as Happy pulled out onto the road. Then Tony slid across the backseat to tuck up against Bucky’s side. He rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder, and, after a moment, Bucky rested his cheek against Tony’s curls.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Tony said. Bucky could feel the truth in his words through their bond, and he realized that Tony hadn’t put his mental shields back up. “I wouldn’t have asked for your help if I hadn’t been expecting something like that.”

“Shouldn’t have taken it so far though. I know you’re not—we’re not—” He grimaced as he fumbled over the words. He’d been able to admit for three months that he and Tony weren’t in a relationship, why was it so hard now?

Tony hesitated before carefully saying, “We could be.”

“We—what?”

“Bucky Bear,” Tony said warmly, sitting up so he could look him in the eyes. “You have to know—people don’t just do what you did tonight or the night we met, for that matter. Not for me. I—I don’t know, the way we bonded, it threw me off. I wasn’t expecting it and I reacted badly. But—then the way you reacted to Killian got me thinking—maybe we could try?”

“Try?” Bucky whispered.

“Try us?” Tony asked, leaning back in slowly, giving Bucky enough time to move away if he wanted to.

He didn’t want to. “Yeah,” he breathed. “We could try. I—I’d like that.”

Tony smiled at him, bright and lovely, and closed the distance between them.

[goatskickin]

When we last left the family, an alien being, responding to what they perceived to be a distress signal, was thought to be a threat to the local mob. So he was ferried away by a vampire bat. No, really! How has the Springs-Eternal family recovered from their interaction (and goodbyes) to HCU-70? 

   “Baaaaabe, come back to the bed! It’s cold out here.”

“Gathering Magik for the Home – this Koda’s? Did he ever dabble in magic?

“Oh gosh, not that he’s ever told me. That book could be from a while ago.”

 “Koda is pretty far gone now. He really enjoys my company though.”

“Ha, I probably remind him of Gracie. You know, my hair and all?”

“Ha, I probably remind him of Gracie. You know, my hair and all?”

“Trust me Candice, no one would ever mistake you for Gracie Navajo.”

 “I’m making coffee. Want some?”

“Yeah.”

     “So, did you guys get that thing sorted with the robot? The alien robot?”

 “What? What now?”

“Yeah! You know, the alien robot thing? I don’t know, Justice and a friend stopped by the other night, pretty late really, and they needed Benji to take care of an alien robot or something?”

I don’t know – I overheard, the porch is just off the bedroom, the walls are thin. It’s so funny – cute really! – that Benji thinks we don’t know what he does for work! I mean like, in this town though, what else would he be doing? It’s like he-“

 “Wait. Justice and some other guy came here, to talk to Benji…because they needed to get rid of something? A robot or something? Alien?”

“Yeah! Something about how a robot landed in that other guy’s yard, and they wanted it out of down ASAP because they figured Joey doesn’t like aliens. I don’t know if that’s true, but I can see how-“

  “I don’t know about any robot alien thing. Joey doesn’t know about any robot.” 

“Oh! Well, I figured you would know, since you and Benji work together. But maybe it was a one-time thing.” 

~~~

After the HCU-70 incident, life goes back to normal for the Springs-Eternal family.

Little Temperance is growing up fast.

“C’mon Temps! One foot in front of the other! You can do it.”

“…mama….”

“Mama can’t help right now Tempe. She’s sleeping…again.”

The family didn’t quite know how Genesis would act after HCU-70’s abrupt arrival and departure. Least of all Genesis.

Alien Technology

“Earthlings are seen as quite primitive. It is a culture that still thinks digital watches were a pretty nifty idea. Pathetic”

Sim City has been using alien technology for over a year, gained from the crashed remains of an alien saucer. With the labs and factories that held this technology destroyed in the blast, the alien discoveries are once again a mystery.

-Sims may not purchase any aspiration reward objects.

-If the founder brings a reward object back from college in inventory, you may use it. You must delete this object once its special ability is used up (This includes the love tub, which must be deleted when the candles go out).

This restriction can be lifted in one of two ways.

-It is lifted if a Sim is abducted by aliens. The Sim abducted may be any age and of either gender. The abduction does not have to result in an alien pregnancy.

-It is also lifted if a sim who is a “Top Secret Researcher” or “Mad Scientist” goes to work with a satellite in their inventory. This satellite must originate from the family’s lot.

You do NOT have to lift this restriction in order to complete the challenge.

A Sim fulfilling this restriction can still fulfill one of the main 14.

She became more isolated than ever, avoiding everyone.

Her frostiness was noticeable. But the family gave her space (and time). What else were they supposed to do, in a situation like this?

 “Mom likes burgers, right? I’ll just leave this out for her when she comes back from telescoping.”

 The Springs-Eternal children are lucky however – Aunt Mercy and Dad Justice take care of them while their mother sorts out her feelings about HCU-70.

And they take care of each other. In a way.

 “Stop staring at me booger-brain. I know I’m incomparably gorgeous, but your staring is getting on my nerves, and I’m trying to sleep.”

The adults of the house tread carefully around Genesis and keep themselves occupied. Having already reached the top of the Athletic career, Justice has found that this is the prime time for him to write his memoir.

“Hmmm…should ‘charming’ or ‘charismatic be my first descriptor? Or ‘handsome’ maybe?”

Mercy continues to skill.

She’s also taken to late-night jogging. With almost 10 body points, Mercy can easily tackle anything and anyone that may choose to cross her.

“….mama?.....Fafe?...”

“Muahaha, I think there’s going to be another snow day! Haha! ...oh okay fine Tempe, keep your diaper on.”

“Okay okay Temps, what are we drawing today? Bunnies? Maybe a frog? Frog going to a birthday party?”

 “Hey! HEY! Mom, come look! Tempe is standing up all by himself! Come look!”

 “Maybe I can teach you a song, and then mom will get out of bed, yeah? Okay, this is one that Grandpa Patrick taught me. It’s real easy.

Ohhhhhhhhh - Oats and beans and barley grow, Oats and beans and barley grow-“

 “Ahbababababa bababa ba-“

 *sigh* “Tempe, you aren’t even trying. You have to try harder. We have to impress her! Okay, again…”

 “Hey Gen! Good to see you up!”

“…”

“Alright, good talk!”

 HCU-70’s visit and the drama that followed seems to have affected everyone in the house.

“I don’t wanna use the telescope. I’m too young to be upducted. Or have alien friends. I think.”

“…hm? Oh, must just be the fridge making old appliance noises. For a second there, I thought the phone was ringing. Heh! It’s not even Tuesday. Who would even call me…”

“HURRRG oh HELLO Gen! Hi! Good to see that you are up. Just doing some yoga. Just doing yoga while kinda keeping an eye on you. Well, not keeping an eye on you, right now I’m looking at the wall, as I am upside-down, ha! – wait, where are you going?”

Genesis slowly comes around after the alien robot incident, in her own way.

“…Gen? Did you want to come eat some lunch with me?”

“…regarding thesis statements, there are a few ways that this can go about. You may ask a question, which is a popular option. You can provide a dictionary definition, though this has become quite hackneyed, and I wouldn’t recommend it. You can…”

“Okay…the food will be here when you are hungry dear…”

  “Hi mommy. I already at your food and now I’m eating mine. Too slow, haha!”

“That’s okay Faith. I haven’t been very hungry lately.”

“Mommy, I’m going to grow up soon. Should I wait until I’m a grownup to find some aliens to upduct me, or can I start right away?”

“Faith, I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“UGH, why is everyone being weird about this! There was an alien robot in the house, and you guys didn’t even let me look at it, and now on one wants to talk about it! It’s weird! ”

Tensions aside, it’s soon time for Tempe’s birthday.

“Gen! You want to do the honors? That’s great!”

“Yes. Sorry I have been distant lately. But I want to be here to see my little man grow up.”

“YAY TEMPE, WOO WOO! I will FINALLY have someone to play catch with me! WOOOOOO!”

 “That’s right Faith. And you can teach him Sixam too, and how to reduce a fraction.”

“WOOO NO WAY THAT SOUNDS BORING. YAY Tempe YAY Tempe! Blow out the candles!”

 Temperance Springs-Eternal grows up! The first child in the house to have a birthday cake too .

 Though he looked just like his mother when he was younger, child-aged Tempe seems to be sporting the distinctive Springs-Eternal cheekbones.

“Mom, as a birthday present, I want a wind up toy. I want to see how the insides work! Is it springs, or like, wires? A rope?”

“Oh Tempe! Are you interested in engineering? I have several books on the subject, and if you like, I can-“

“I’m actually suddenly super tired Mom, you can talk about boring books to Dad now.”

 “Tempe is so smart already! I’m impressed. Maybe he will be a programmer! Or an engineer?”

“That’s great babe. I’m also just really glad that you are talking to me.”

“I’ve really missed you. We all have…

…you know we only did what we did to protect anyone. I am sorry – I see now that you really had a, a something, with��..that -“

“HCU-70.”

“Yes, HCU-70. I am sure that, uh, ‘it’, is okay.”

“Thank you for the reassurance. I just wish I knew what happened to HCU-70.

I know that all of you did what you did for good reasons. I just wish I had more time with the alien. I could have learned so much…”

What’s this cloud of snow outside, in the middle of the night?

Why, it’s Faith of course.

“Take THAT you block of ice! Haha!”

 With Tempe grown up, the bunk beds are finally filled out.

 …and yet again, the mob takes their cut. Happy Monday.

 “And THIS is the spot where I check for snow every morning. It was Dad’s snow spot too. It’s a good spot. You can share it with me if you want.”

“Coooool. So, if it’s snowing, like a lot, we can check here?”

“Yep! We are looking right at the top of the sky here.”

 “COOL!”

 “Okay, I changed my mind.”

“For what Temps?”

“For my birthday present!”

“I wanna have my own flamethrower!”

“What? No, jeez, what is it with you kids and fire, huh? Go read a book or something.”

“Awwww....”

Though Genesis seems to have come around and thawed a bit from the HCU-70 incident, her husband knows that she doesn’t forgive quickly.

“Gen’s first day back at work…hope she’s okay.”

 “This town is full of gossips.”

“JUSTICE – ahem – J, is that for me?”

“What? No, I just sold my first novel, ‘Experiencing the Master’, and I’m going to get a good price for it.

Why, do you know people? Where you expecting a call?”

“Ah, nope! No! Just curious!”

“The sales from my memoir should be a nice nest egg for me and Gen. Maybe one of these days we can finally go on vacation.”

Faith is as enthralled with school as ever.

It’s not Tempe’s favorite thing either.

“Doesn’t participate enough in class…um, but if I know all of the answers, why would I share? Isn’t school so that other kids can learn from the teacher? I don’t understand this…”

 “Wait – so I write down what I remember from school today? Why?”

“So that the teacher has it written down somewhere, proving that you were listening to her and that you know that stuff now. “

“But…I know it…. why does it matter that the teacher knows that I know it?”

“Temps, stop asking questions! Come stand on the stool with me! I wanna see how tall I am on the stool! I BET I’m taller! Come onnnn!”

Despite the incident, and Genesis’s blue mood, she brings home a promotion, and a work friend.

“Thanks so much for inviting me over! So, this is where it all went down, huh? Any idea where it went? God, the things we could learn from an alien species!”

“Well yes, if I have one claim to fame, my home housed an alien being for a short time. If I could contact him again, I would.”

“Now if you want to see something really neat, I’ve adjusted my telescope to be at just the right coordinates to see Jupiter’s 7th moon…”

“Everyone keeps telling me to read books…but it’s pretty boring. Where’s Faith?”

“Tempe, you’re just in time!”

“Time for what?”

“OH! Look over there! A giant soy burger!”

“What, NO! I told you I had a nightmare about that!”

After annihilating her brother with snowballs, Faith – wait, what’s going on in the background…

 …can’t teach an old (horn)dog new tricks.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to be friendly with Genesis. After what she’s been through, she needs a friend. Did you want to make other…friends?”

The kids begin each morning by checking the snow window.

“Whadya think Temps? Hmm?”

“Hmmm…cold temperatures…and snow.”

“I was thinking that too!”

And warm up for the day with a rousing pillowfight.

“OOF – Faith! I think you loosened my tooth!

“Well then you are WELCOME!”

“Okay, I’m sorry Temps. Hugs please!”

“Okay!”

“Okay JUST KIDDING! I’m a bandit on the run with nothing left to lose, not even the love of my man. You’re a good cop going rogue in a one-horse town that actually has 2 horses. BANG BANG!”

“Ah! My pride! My kids won’t respect me now, ahhhh-“

A little nose comparison. One child clearly got the Hope nose, and the other did not.

“So, Gen’s doing pretty good now right? She’s all back to normal.”

“Sure J, just keep telling yourself that.”

“What do you mean? She got promoted at work, she’s back at work, she’s talking to us again – what’s the worry?”

“Justice, you weren’t here when HCU-70 talked to Genesis. She really had a connection with it. It responded to her distress signal-“

“Gen sent out a distress signal?!”

“Well no, she didn’t mean to, that’s just how it was interpreted. The alien was very intelligent, and it spoke with us.”

“That thing had a conversation? With my wife?”

“Honestly, stop calling it a thing, J. And you’re clearly jealous.”

“I am NOT jealous of that floating microwave. Don’t be an idiot.”

 “It’s just that people don’t get over things like this overnight. She really had a connection with this thing.”

“She’s fine. Let me worry about my own wife.”

Genesis and her fabulous pink suit are off to work in the Education field again.

Ah. Being the daughter in law of a locally famous chef; veggies are the answer, right?

Wrong.

 Dang.

 Oof. Before the Slacker restriction is cleared, all chance cards need to be answered yes or no. So a demotion was bound to happen to someone.

It’s just too bad it happened to someone who is already feeling pretty fragile.

“….*sniff* I’m never going to get to the university level. Everyone is probably making fun of me! A high school principal – ugh, any idiot can manage teenagers.”

“Gen, you’re okay. Deep breath. Everyone has missteps. No one’s professional growth looks like an exponential graph, ya know? Ups and downs babe.”

“But what if my career trajectory is shaped like a parabola, huh?! I go down down down before I go back up, and then -“

“You are catastrophizing. This is something people do when they panic. Remember? It’s a trauma response. You’re always talking about that trauma and healing stuff.

Deep breath – let’s focus on what you can do right now. Go wash that bowl and take a shower. Promise you’ll feel better.””

The kids are soon home from school – and Tempe brings home a friend.

“Hi, I’m Wade, Wade Waters. Yeah, my parents think they are real funny. My mom is Wendy – she says I can stay until 6pm but no later.”

“Bye Mr. Driver! You should use that conditioner like I told you, so you won’t make an avalanche of dandruff on the poor kid who sits behind you. Ha! See ya later!”

“…we sleep in bunk beds. Faith gets to be on top, cuz she’s the oldest.”

“That’s cool. I don’t share a room with my twin, she has her own room.”

Genesis, still feeling tender after her demotion, is uncharacteristically chatty with her children.

“Hey Faith, if you were to promote me, like in a job way, what would you say my best qualities are, huh? What would impress an employer, uh, I mean you?”

“Mommy, go away, you’re being weird. Unless you wanna help me with my spelling homework.”

“Nyah nyah! You can’t get me! I’m too fast for you!”

“Ha! You missed!”

“And this is where I come to poop! And sometimes fart!”

“NEAT!”

“Rock paper scissors. If I win, you gotta wear your shoes on your hand to walk home.”

“So, like, listening skills, the ability to respond to questions on the fly, creative expression –“

“GOSH MOM I don’t know! I wanna eat this grilled cheese in peace, okay! I don’t know what you’re good at. Being annoying I guess.”

“Okay, I gotta go eat dinner now! Bye Wade! Come back any time!”

“Bye! See you at school!”

Tempe seems to have inherited Grandma Hope’s penchant for socializing…

…and Grandpa Patrick’s goofy streak.

“I am Pirate Bubbles! Blub blub blub. Yarr! Avast! Where be me bubble bath soap treasure, yarr!”

“TEMPE GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM I NEED TO PEE! COME ON!!!”

Whereas Faith takes after Mercy.

“Which one of you skidmarks took all of my green blocks? HUH?!”

“Lucky kid…stay sweet little dude.”

Genesis soothes her bruised ego by doing what she does best – skilling alone.

“Justice, I think we gotta talk about Genesis for real. What if she –“

“Mercy, she’s fine! If something is off, she’ll tell us.”

“When! When has she ever done that!”

“I’m busy Mercy. Let’s talk about this later.”

“Don’t worry Gen – Justice may be a self-involved jackass. But I’ll look over you.”

“Tempe…why are we up so early?”

“Early morning catch! Just like the pros do it. Before Dad was a superstar at Mutant Football, I heard he did this.”

“Uh, okay. Before breakfast and everything?

”

“FAITH! That was TOO HARD!”

“Sorry! I must be hungry. Can we go inside now?”

   '

 After getting up way too early to play catch, the Springs-Eternal kids bring home more friends.

This townie with incredibly cool sunglasses named Elise. And…

“Hi! I’m Bettina Waters. My momma’s a witch! You probably met my brother Wade already.”

“Bettinaaaaaaaaaaa come meet my auntie Mercy!”

“Uh really Faith, it’s cool, I don’t have to-“

“Is your auntie a witch too? Can my mom meet her? My mom says she needs to build her oven and have more lady witches with her.”

“I think you mean ‘coven’, right?”

“No, pretty sure she needs an oven. Like in Hansel and Gretel! That witch has an oven. But my momma wouldn’t eat me, or my brother. She’s a good witch!”

“Well, my mommy can’t be in your mommy’s oven. She’s met aliens. She’s busy with aliens. She was upducted, you know.”

“Okay then. How many ladies does your mom need in her oven?”

“Um, I don’t know? Probably like 20. Or 5?”

“What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing auntie Mercy. Bettina needs ladies for her mom’s oven.”

“….what?”

“…you’re my boyfriend now.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I’m not old enough. Ask me later?”

  After the kids come home from school, Justice comes home shortly after, with a coworker in tow.

“…money.”

“And that’s the reason why they won’t let us be one of them. Well said!”

Justice, for some reason, still looks through the telescope during the day. No matter the (high) chance of a neighbor (Oliver) coming over immediately to slap him for it.

“smeglesmorfsmack”

“omnomomngerg”

“Will you idiots slow down and chew your food! Jeez!”

“Faith I don’t think that auntie Mercy likes our alien food munching noises.”

“Oh, whatever! She’s just jealous.”

“I heard that you little menace. You can bet I can make alien munching noises even louder than you.”

“Auntie Mercy stopppppp, hahahaha!”

"Hey Gen? Would you mind looking at the computer when you have a chance?”

“Hm? What’s wrong with it?”

“What…oh gosh, is that smoke coming from it? Was that Tempe?!”

“Of course. You know he looks at that thing constantly, like it’s buried treasure.”

“Um, where are you going? I thought you were going to fix the computer?”

“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

“Here. This is the book Tempe will need to read before fixing the computer himself.”

“Wait, what? You want the kid to do it? Why can’t you do it?”

“Well, I’m happy to assist. But if the boy plays with the computer all the time, he should learn how to fix it too. I think he’s got a natural thing for machines. Guide to Disaster Recovery should have all that he needs.”

“Uh, where did you get that book?”

“I have a secret stash of books in the trunk of the car. For the ones that don’t fit in the house.”

“Is THAT why the bumper drags on the ground?! Oh my gosh, Gen!”

Try as she might, giving a child a book and expecting them to be able to comprehend and then want to use its principles doesn’t quite go as planned.

“Temperance, it’s simple. The floppy drive is a what kind piece of hardware?”

“Mommm, why do I even need to know about floppy drives? New computers don’t have those. They haven’t had them in forever. Most don’t even have CD-drives now, gosh.”

“Well, be that as it may, this computer does, and it’s the only computer we have. And it’s used a lot, between your father writing his memoir…and you playing games on it, with sticky fingers.”

“I’m not playing games; I’m writing code for a game. It’s different.”

“Does either thing require you to eat sticky things while you do it?”

“Mommm-“

“Hey, is it supposed to flicker blue like that?”

“Hergh, um, no.”

“Because the book said that BSODs result from driver software or issues with hardware. Do you think that has to do with you using a flathead screwdriver on the computer? Because I feel like-“

“There. All finished. Did you learn something from this demonstration?”

“Okay, okay, you’re done now, right? Can you move?! I wanna see if my progress saved. Come on!”

Temperance may be clearing the Gamer restriction for the family.

“Muahahaha, my experiment worked! Now I know how to reverse-engineer any virus we might get.”

 Genesis gets another chance card. But the correct decision can be made now.

Tada!

 “I’ve had enough of this rat race – but I’m glad everyone saw the potential in me. I’ll be the Education Minister soon! If only-“

“Ma’am, may I have a word?”

“Huh?”

“Ma’am, I have a message from Benji. I’ll not elaborate on it – I’m just supposed to deliver a message to you. Okay?”

“…Okay? I’m sorry….from, from Benji?”

“Ma’am, I’d like to make this quick, I don’t want any trouble.”

“Benji says, ‘HCU-70 is alive and well and at Brainia U’.”

“He’s okay?”

“That’s all the information I have.”

“…he’s okay. That’s amazing.”

“There’s also a gift for you in the trunk.”

“…wait, what?”

“From this HCU guy? Gift for you in the trunk.”

“…okay”

 “…a gift?”

 Once the alien technology is back in the family’s hands, either given to them by the aliens or reverse-engineered from a crashed space craft, they can once again gain benefits from it.

“Okay, no instructions given…but it seems to be…a hat?”

“WOW! I can practically feel my synapses firing! But how?!”

“Wow, my focus is much improved! It’s like the world fell away, like this cap is engineered to tap into the “flow” response.”

“Fascinating! I wonder if there are any damaging effects. How did HCU-70 and his people make this? Is it only for humans?”

“…what a wonderful gift.

…if he’s alive and at Brainia U…if only I could get to him, the knowledge he has…”

Justice, seasoned pro that he is, will be approaching elderhood soon.

“How to you feel about going all loopy in elderhood J? You worried at all?”

  “I mean, not really. I feel like I have it made! We have plenty of food, I have access to clean water and a show and 2 toilets –“

“And you’ll be a burden on the family, and we will have to worry about you and take care of you and make sure you don’t wander off or freeze or starve-“

“I’ll be fine! Growing up with mom and dad being older made you all nervous. They both lived into ripe old age, didn’t they?”

“Dad, look! An A+!”

“WOO! That’s my boy!”

“- you won’t be cognizant of your children’s successes…”

“Mercy, that’s enough. I’ll be fine.”

 The Waters twins have become a welcome fixture at the house after school most days.

“You didn’t hear it on the radio?! We have to go! All of the kids in Pitstop Valley have been in invited.”

“What? No, I didn’t…I was messing around with the radio, trying to figure out how the wires-“

“You did WHAT to the radio Tempe?”

“Nothinggggg, it’s fine auntie Mercy, I fixed it! Promise!”

 “….okay, so what about the radio contest?”

“Okay, so it’s not like a contest, but on the radio, she said that all of the kids in Pitstop Valley can come by on Saturday to record some of Chef Patrick’s recipes!”

“Hey! That was my grandpa!”

“Oh hey cool! My mom says me and Bettina can go. Can you guys go?”

“I really wanna! I gotta ask my dad and my mom and Auntie Mercy though….aw man, that’s three people to ask…”

“Everyone’s going! You gotta go!”

 “My mom did really good at work today. Maybe I should ask her first! So she will say yes?”

“If my mom says yes, my dad will say yes.”

“What about your aunt?”

“Hmmm. I don’t know. She’s always kinda crabby.”

“Maybe I can help? Can I ask for you?”

“Hi, Mr. Springs-Eternal?”

“Yes, and that’s Mr. Springs-Eternal, Mutant Football League player and Author, to you.”

“…okay? Anyway, on Pitstop Radio, the lady said that all of the kids in the neighborhood are invited to come read some of Chef Patrick’s recipes. Like for a recording?”

…

“Anyway, can Tempe and Faith come with us on Saturday to do that please? My sister says everyone who’s toilet-trained is going to be there.”’

 ~~~

 That's all we have for now, but Part 2 is coming soon! Will Tempe stop mucking around with every machine in the house? Will Justice ever get his head out of his butt? Will anyone call Mercy ever again? What will Genesis do with her gift, and the knowledge of HCU-70's well-being? Why does Faith throw baseballs so hard, god. Until next time, Carry On, Woman!

[wrenhyperfixates]

The Secret Admirer

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When he is too nervous to confess his love for you, Loki decides to take on the role of secret admirer. Can a perfect night out with you give him the confidence he needs? Warnings: it’s mainly fluff and some pining with a slightly steamy (but very quick) make-out session A/N: 1) Though I usually aim to write the reader as gender neutral, they are a female in this one. It’s nothing essential to the plot, but Loki does refer to them as a “woman” and “lady”. I apologize to all my readers out there who don’t identify as female, but maybe you could just skip those lines? I promise the next one will be gender neutral again. Thanks for reading :) 2) Thanks to @shypickleghostsuitcase​ for requesting. This was a lot of fun to write!

Loki watched from around the corner as you walked into the kitchen, ready for your post-workout snack. You frowned as you searched for your favorite fruits, which were nowhere to be found. That is until you spun around and saw a basket filled to the brim with them. Loki was glad to see a smile tugging at your lips as you picked up the little notecard attached by an emerald green ribbon. He sauntered in as you read it.

“Another gift from you secret admirer, I see,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah,” you replied with shining eyes. “It’s the third one this week.”

“Any clue as to who it might be?”

Loki, in reality, did not need to ask that question. After all, it was him who had been leaving you the presents around the Tower. However, he couldn’t resist an opportunity to see that adorable little blush creep its way onto your face.

“I might have a couple guesses,” came your carefree response.

“And who, might I ask, are they?”

“Well, you know Justin from accounting? I think he’s been dropping hints. Oh! And Chris from R&D has been pretty friendly recently. And he’s cute, too, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes, whatever,” Loki answered, suddenly becoming very sour.

He’d known about this downside of his little plan, but he was too self-conscious to come right out and invite you on a date. Especially so after hearing you talk about others in this way. So, he resolved to make sure you fell completely for your admirer before coming forward. He made a gruff excuse as he left the room, and you stared on in confusion at his sudden mood swing.

Loki didn’t see you again until dinner, where the topic of conversation was him, not that any of his teammates knew it.

“Five bucks it’s that guy named Lawrence,” Tony speculated. “You know, that agent SHIELD keeps sending as a messenger.”

“Yeah, he does seem pretty fond of you,” Wanda added, playfully elbowing you.

“No way,” Nat argued. “It’s Matthew, that blonde from the labs.”

“Can we please talk about something else? Literally anything?” you pleaded.

“Indeed,” Loki came to your defense, and you shot him an appreciative smile that made his heart skip a beat. “Certainly someone has a different topic to conversate about.”

“Ok, ok,” Bucky conceded. “We’ll stop making guesses.”

“Thank you,” you said.

“So then, who do you want it to be?”

You just shook your head and got up from the table as the rest of the team erupted into a fit of giggles. They called you back as you stormed away with flushed cheeks, but you just flipped them off. When it became clear that no one was going after you, Loki took it upon himself to check on you. Once again fully immersed in their ridiculous guesses, no one noticed as he excused himself from the table.

He called your name as you were stepping into the elevator, and you held the door open for him so he could join you. You were still obviously pissed, and Loki wondered if he should have been like the rest of the team and let you blow off steam. When you fixed your gaze on him, though, your eyes were soft and appreciative. He wanted to get lost in them forever, to jump in and never come out. He certainly would have settled for being lost in a kiss, too, but he wouldn’t want to taint your sweet lips with his venomous ones.

It simultaneously pleased and annoyed him that no one had guessed he was your admirer. On the one hand, it meant that he was doing a good job keeping it a secret. On the other, it probably meant that no one thought you were a good match. Though, if they knew he was the one leaving you the gifts, that might change. After all, they fawned over the fact that you had a secret admirer. Sometimes they even tried to guess what he’d leave next.

“Hey,” you ventured, breaking the silence that had settled in between the two of you. “Thanks for backing me up in there.”

“I assure you it was no problem. The whole discussion was rather irksome, don’t you agree?”

You nodded your head in agreement as the elevator came to a stop. How Loki wished he could put an end to all those debates by just coming forward, but he was certain you wouldn’t feel the same. He was sparing both of you the guilt and embarrassment that would surely accompany his confession. Still, he couldn’t help but imagine holding your hand as you walked side by side, your head resting against him. It would show everyone that you were his. But you weren’t, not yet anyway.

“Um, Loki?” you asked after popping into your room for a second and coming back out with a jacket. “I was going to grab a bite to eat since I didn’t finish dinner and was wondering if you maybe wanted to come?”

Loki froze in his tracks. He knew how you meant it, but it almost sounded as if you were asking him out on a date. Never in his life had he been that lucky, though, so he was certain that wasn’t the case.

“Yes,” he said, masking the eagerness in his voice. “I would like that very much.”

The two of you made your way out onto the busy city streets, and Loki’s heart sped up as you took his hand to keep from getting separated. He knew that it was an innocent gesture, but to anyone else, it would seem as if you were something more than just friends. The very thought made the palpitations of his heart grow louder still.

Usually, Loki avoided going out into the world as much as possible. No one outside the Tower ever did seem to truly trust him and often sent him worried glances as if he might start another invasion right then and there. Being with you, however, seemed to ease everyone’s minds. People still sent him hurried looks that they thought he didn’t notice, but they were far fewer than when he ventured out by himself.

As the two of you stopped at a crosswalk waiting for the light to change, he felt something cold and metallic brush against his wrist. He looked down and saw you wearing the charm bracelet he’d left you about a week ago. It pleased him to know that you liked the gifts, even if you were unaware that he was the one giving them to you. He averted his gaze before you could think anything of it, and a few minutes later, you were pulling him into a storefront, brightly decorated on the outside with red and yellow.

“McDonald’s is one of my favorites,” you explained as the door closed behind you, and you got on line to order. “Are you familiar with it?”

“I cannot say that I am.”

Loki, in fact, was not well acquainted with any of the Midgardian cuisines dubbed “fast food” and squinted at the menu, trying to figure out which of the undoubtedly greasy options was the best. However, he didn’t have to, as you insisted on ordering for him and sent him off to claim a table in the crowded restaurant. He found a small booth tucked in the corner, and you soon joined him, arms filled with the food you’d bought. Loki hesitantly eyed the burger that you had called a BigMac but bit into it after seeing your excited smile. He had to admit; it wasn’t half bad.

After you two had finished eating your burgers and shared some hot fries and chicken nuggets, Loki’s eyes flitted back down to the bracelet around your wrist. This time, you noticed before he could look away.

“It was a gift from my admirer,” you told him, unaware that he already knew this fact.

“Well, I must say, they have excellent taste. Both in jewelry and women.”

You blushed both from the compliment and the intense look in his eyes. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, it’s very flattering, and I do appreciate it. I just kinda wish they’d confess already, you know?”

Loki frowned at that. He was certain that both of you would be disappointed if he came clean. Still, the idea was tempting. But then he’d remember just how many people seemed to be interested in you, and he was once again sure that no number of gifts could buy your affection. He knew that it was a great flaw in his plan, but he could find no better way. Besides, the gifts certainly made you happy, and that was worth it in and of itself.

“Actually,” you continued, “I’m not too sure I really mean that.”

“Why is that?” Loki said, somewhat shocked by your change of heart.

“Well, right now I can pretend that it’s the person I want it to be. But if the admirer comes forward and it’s not them, well, I guess I don’t know what I’d do. The gifts are thoughtful, so I suppose I’d give them a chance. Get to know them and see where it goes.”

“Unless it’s someone you already know and have absolutely no interest in, correct?”

“To be honest, I haven’t really thought much about what would happen if I felt that way. But, yeah, I guess not.”

Loki admired your features as you took on a pensive look, trying to sort through all these puzzling thoughts. He had a lot of thinking to do, too. Right now, it seemed as if his chances were decent. Even if he wasn’t who you’d been hoping for, he might be able to get at least one date with you. Though, he’d put a lot of thought into the possibility that you might have no interest in him, and actually believed it to be the most likely option. But that soft look on your face as you turned your attention back to him did change his mind a little. He made up his mind; he was going to tell you, and he’d do it tonight.

Before he could figure out the proper way to confess, you were dragging the raven haired god out of the restaurant, pursuing your next craving. He quirked an eyebrow at you as you came to a stop on a short line at an ice cream parlor. By now the sun was almost completely set, and a chill was settling into the air. He was worried about your frail mortal form becoming too cold after consuming the frozen treat. Voicing his concerns elicited, what he considered, an extremely cute scoff from you.

“I happen to like things that run on the cool side,” you said with a little shrug, stepping up to place your order.

Loki couldn’t help but wonder if there was some hidden meaning behind your words, especially considering a frost giant was your chosen companion for this evening. He didn’t have much time to ruminate on this, however, since he had to place his order. Surprisingly, before he could get the words out, you spoke for him. Not only that, you knew his favorite flavors: chocolate and strawberry. Realizing how much attention that meant you paid to him, he felt his cheeks flush. He wanted to say something, but you were very pointedly looking away from him. He supposed you might not have thought before speaking and were now embarrassed because of it.

You made your way out of the store after polishing off your ice cream, once again grabbing Loki’s hand as not to lose him in the crowded streets. He was enjoying the easy conversation that you shared when suddenly you squealed in delight and pulled him once again to chase your latest desire.

“Look, Loki!” you exclaimed, practically jumping up and down in excitement. “Carriage rides! I’ve always wanted to go on one.”

“Well, I see no reason to deny such a pretty lady her wish.”

Though he was a perfect picture of nonchalance and suave on the outside, his insides were a jumbled mess. As he paid the driver and helped you into the carriage, Loki thanked the Norns for this excellent opportunity to confess. For once, it seemed that the universe was actually on his side. As the horse trotted along the road, you began to shiver, and, giving you his best “I told you so” look, Loki conjured up a blanket for you. It wasn’t his intention to share it, but you insisted. Bundled up under the fleecy material, you took in the sights of the city. Loki, however, basked in the sight of you and all your radiant beauty, bursting forth from your bright smile and infectious energy.

“What is it?” you questioned, noticing how he was observing you. “Is there something in my teeth?”

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth, flustered at the possibility. Loki gently grabbed it and pulled it down, considering his next words carefully.

“No, my angel, there is not.” He took a steadying breath before continuing, “I do, however, have a confession to make.”

“Oh?” you remarked, the most adorable look of befuddlement adorning your face. “Ok, I’m listening.”

“Well, you see,” he began, second-guessing his decision to reveal himself, but the eager expression you wore egged him on. “I am the one who has been leaving you presents.”

“Wait, wait, wait. So you’re my secret admirer?”

Loki bit his lip, trying to assess the emotions hidden in your voice. It was something that, in any other circumstance, he was exceedingly good at. His own complex feelings, however, were preventing him from coming to an accurate conclusion at the moment.

“Yes. I am.” Before you could say anything else, he plowed on in an unusual mix of confidence and concern. “When we were speaking earlier, you admitted that, so long as you didn’t hate the person, you would go on a date with them. And I was hoping you would. Settle for me, that is.”

You blinked a few times, doing your best to process everything he just said. Loki waited with bated breath for your reply. As the seconds ticked on, he considered launching into another rambled explanation but thought better of it. It took all his energy to remain composed as you began shaking your head.

“I’m afraid that, no, Loki. I will not be settling for you, as you put it.”

“I understand,” he said, once again resigned to the fact that you would never love him. He couldn’t believe how foolish he’d been to think for even a second that you could.

“Actually, I don’t think that you do,” you continued as he quirked an eyebrow, doing his best to keep that glimmer of hope from invading his heart again. “You see, I won’t be settling because I was hoping that it would be you all along.”

For what was possibly the first time ever, the trickster god was at a loss for words. “I must admit, I am not quite sure what to say.”

“Then shut up and kiss me already.”

It was all the encouragement he needed before bringing his lips to meet yours. You grabbed his shirt and brought him even closer to you, deepening the kiss. Loki tried to memorize every detail of this moment, terrified that you’d suddenly change your mind. He was pretty sure that he could get drunk on the taste of your lips. Your fingers tangled in his raven locks as your tongue darted in his mouth and started exploring. Where he was afraid to go too fast and scare you off, you were sure of what you wanted and went for it. It encouraged him to move his hands down to your waist and slip them under your shirt.

All too soon, you had to break for air, but Loki wasn’t yet ready for his lips to still. He placed sloppy kisses along your neck as you panted, still trying to catch your breath from the passionate kiss. He managed to pull himself away as the carriage came to a stop, suddenly remembering where he was.

“So, about that date?” he ventured, now brimming with aplomb.

“Yes, Loki,” you laughed. “I would love to go on a date with you. Oh, and by the way, that kiss was the best gift yet.”

He looked shyly away as you snuggled up next to him under the blanket. After finishing the carriage ride, Loki walked arm in arm with you back home. You placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him before you walked in the doors.

“So, do you want to break it to the rest of the team that their guesses were wrong, or should I?” you playfully asked.

The two of you shared a laugh as you walked into the Tower, hearts full and lips red from kissing.

“Whatever you want, dearest,” Loki replied, placing a gentle, loving kiss to your head. “Whatever you want.”

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

Fluff Alphabet - Harry Wells

Pairing: Harry Wells x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

Summary: A fluffy A-Z with Harry Wells!

A/N: These are really fun to do, so if you’d like to see more, let me know! (Also, if you would want others, let me know who you’d like to see)

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Harry loves your smile and the way your face lights up around him. Knowing you’re so happy because of him makes him feel special.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Harry already has Jesse, and since he’s on the older side now, he’s not particularly looking to have another baby. That being said, if you really want a child, he could be talked into it, and when you get the news you’re pregnant or have been approved for adoption he’s overjoyed. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Harry never admits in public that he likes to cuddle, but when you start dating, you quickly find out he does. He’s a big fan of spooning, the protective beast inside him soothed by having an arm wrapped securely around your waist. 

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Dates tend to be lowkey with Harry. He’s pretty private on both Earth-1 and 2, so usually it’s either dinner out at a quiet restaurant, or a shared meal at home the two of you cooked together.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my heart.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

One night while you were visiting Earth-2, Harry came home late to find you asleep on the sofa. You had a blanket draped over your lap, and an open book barely clutched in your hands. He realized you’d tried to stay up for him, and that was when he knew. The love he hadn’t felt in years was back, and it left him a little breathless, and if he was to be honest, a little scared. Which is why he sat on his feelings for a while before saying anything.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Harry doesn’t tend to be that gentle. He’s not just rough around the edges. But sometimes he is. If you’re upset, or even worse, hurt, his hands will be gentle on you, careful not to inflict further pain, searching for ways to make it better. And, in the late hours of the night, or the early hours of the morning, when you’re laying in bed together, he’ll gently trace as much of you as he can, committing every inch to memory.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Harry isn’t really one to hold hands. PDA isn’t his thing, and he’d rather keep affection in private. But sometimes, when you’re on the sofa watching something together, he likes it when you slip a hand into his and snuggle a little closer. One time, during a Team movie night, he slid his hand over yours instead. You didn’t say anything, but the two of you shared a private smile, and no words were needed.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Harry wasn’t entirely sure what to make of you at first. He met you along with the rest of the Team, and at the time his only thoughts were how could you help him save Jesse? As for you, you were with the rest of the Team and thought he was a sexy dick. 

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not always, but sometimes. He knows you’d never cheat or do anything to hurt him, but occasionally he’ll see you with someone else, laughing, happy and at ease, he’ll feel the jealousy start to creep in. He tries to not let on though, since he knows the only reason he’s jealous is because a part of him still believes you deserve someone better than him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

The first kiss was pretty much mutual. It was late, and after a long day, you stayed behind at the Labs to join Harry for a drink and unwind. A couple of drinks in, you were both pleasantly tipsy, and Harry was more relaxed than normal. One thing led to another then you were both leaning in to kiss. Neither of you could have imagined it being better. Harry’s kisses tend to be intense. He pours all the emotions he doesn’t know how to say into them. Sometimes, they’re more passionate, rougher, because his mind is swirling and he’s desperate for you. Other times, they’re slower, deeper, his hands on your face, keeping you close. Either way, they’re always intense.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You say ‘I love you’ first, and when you do, you have to be prepared for him not to say it back immediately. Harry had never imagined finding love again, and he isn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so it would take him some time to gather the courage to say it in return. When he does say it, it won’t be when you expect it. It’ll be during some quiet domestic moment when he sees you doing your thing, and gets hit with the realisation that he can’t keep his feelings hidden any longer. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

One day you and Harry had volunteered to go out and get Big Belly Burger for the Team, but on the way back a sudden downpour caught you by surprise and forced you both to take shelter under a shop doorway. Both soaked already anyway, you had started laughing when he grumbled and pushed wet hair out of his face. Harry was taken aback by how beautiful you looked, and it was the first time he realized that he cared for you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

It depends on whose Earth you’re on. Harry doesn’t have much on Earth-1 so he can’t spoil you, but he likes to make up for it when you visit Earth-2. He doesn’t go overboard, but if you spot something you like while out sight-seeing, he’ll get it for you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Black. The association has likely less to do with you, and more to do with the few occasions he let you drape his black coat or jacket over your shoulders. Now whenever he looks at them, he’s reminded of you. 

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Harry keeps it simple. ‘Sweetheart’ or ‘Honey’ are usually his main goto’s, but when you’re alone he also calls you ‘atom’ because you make up his world. Just don’t tell anyone that.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Harry’s no musical savant, but he does love vinyl still. Collecting them is a guilty pleasure of his. Watching you dance to them is also a pleasure. Just less guilty.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Harry spends most of his days rainy or not in his lab anyway, so it doesn’t make much difference to him. However, he does secretly like it when you drag him out and make him cuddle with you on the sofa while you binge watch something.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Since Harry is Mr. Broody, he doesn’t do a thing to cheer himself up. He just lets it sit and dwells without telling anyone anything. You learn the signs though, and when you know he’s down, go to cuddle him, because that’s the one thing you know will cheer him up. As for you, he’s not very good at knowing how to cheer you up either. He wants to, he hates seeing you upset, but if it’s not a problem he can physically fix, he ends up being at a loss. Tell him what he can do though, and he’ll do it without question.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Science, obviously. He’ll readily go on about whatever he’s working on at length. When you’re comfortable together, he likes to talk about Jesse as a child too, and his life prior to the Particle Accelerator. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Honestly, not much. Harry’s pretty much always tightly wound, but you’ve found that a back massage or even just hugging him from behind, helps him to unwind. 

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His intelligence is the main one. Jesse is the other.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Harry did put a lot of thought into the proposal, and even consulted Iris, Caitlin and Jesse on it. Grand displays aren’t his thing, but if it’s your first time getting married, he wants to make it special. He ends up taking you to Earth-2’s Atlantis for a mini break and pulls out all the stops. You get the best hotel with the best view, and Harry makes sure you have the best time. In the night, you order room service, and sit out on a balcony, to watch the city from up high. It’s a beautiful sight, and as time goes on Harry starts to confess how much he loves you. It’s clear to see that he struggles to find the right words to articulate his feelings, but he does, and, when he’s done, gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring box.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Harry wouldn’t say he has a song in particular. But, on the first morning he stayed at your place, he caught you dancing to the radio in the kitchen, and now the song that was playing can often be heard in his lab too.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Harry had no plans of ever getting remarried, but after being with you for some time, he realised he wanted to. He knows it’s an antiquated thought, but he wants to see a ring on your finger so everyone knows you’re his, and he’s yours.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Harry would want something low maintenance. A large aquarium would be nice. You could also talk him into getting a cat if you really wanted one, and if he took a liking to have said cat sleep on his lap while he worked, he’d never admit it.

[kittybellestark]

Straightening Things Out

Part 2

Hey everyone so this is going to be a two part fic, tumblr told me I hit my limit soooo. 

This is the long awaiting MayxSkip with Bi!Peter fic I’ve been talking about, idk how long a 2nd part will take but I already have a bit written, which is super nice. Uh, yeah, this is heavy stuff, so prepare your hearts, bc mine hurts

TW: homophobia, depression, self harm, homophobic slurs, eating disorder (?), abuse, sexual assault, thoughts of suicide, questioning sexuality, alcohol

He’s not sure how he got here.

Well, he knows, but he just doesn’t understand it.

A year ago Peter was trying to get May with Happy. It seemed logical and safe. May wanted to get back into the dating pool, and while Peter was hesitant about the idea of May being with anyone other than Ben, he felt like Happy could be a good person for her to be with. That was safe, controlled even.

Pushing for May to be with Happy seemed like the right step. Supporting May in her decision to start seeing people again also make sense. Now, Peter regrets it. He should have told her no. That he wasn’t ready or comfortable with that.

He doesn’t understand why he’s in the bathroom cleaning up his own blood. He didn’t even go out as Spider-Man. Peter hates May’s new boyfriend.

Skip wasn’t safe. He wasn’t very kind either. And there was just something about him bothered Peter. And yet when Peter tried to talk to May about it, the complaints weren’t heard or taken seriously.

May doesn’t understand that Skip is a danger, and Peter can’t really talk to people about this.

Six months ago…

“Hey Happy.” Peter smiles jumping into the black ‘inconspicuous’ Audi.

“Hi Pete.”

After a few minutes of talking the conversation finally turns.

“How’s your aunt.”

Peter snorts, rolling his eyes. “She thinks she’s doing great. Still with Skip, he lives with us now. May isn’t very happy that Skip and I aren’t getting along too well though. She thinks that I have a problem with seeing her with other men, amongst other things.”

“Sounds like you don’t like him. I didn’t even think that was possible, you’re like a lab.” Happy chuckled.

“I resent that. I don’t like a lot of people who I don’t need to disclose to you. I was just expecting her to get with someone else, someone who was less I don’t know, just less.”

“You and me both kid. You and me both.”

-

Five and a half months ago…

Peter and May were making dinner together, the radio was playing softly and Skip was sitting in the dining room, beer in hand, listening to Peter and May’s conversation.

“How was school, baby?” May asked.

Peter hums as he chops some carrots. “There’s a new transfer at school. From Tennessee, he even lives with Mr. Stark.”

May pauses mixing the stir fry they were attempting to make. She smiles at Peter an eyebrow raised, waving the spatula at him.

“Is he cute?” She asked in a song-song voice.

Peter rolls his eyes with a smile. He sticks out his tongue, flicking some water at May. Skip watches with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, yeah he’s really cute. Blond hair, blue eyes, southern charm and he’s so smart too. And tall. May, he’s also like muscular too, his arms? He used to work in a mechanic shop where he grew up, he could probably bench press me without breaking a sweat.”

“Sounds like you have a crush!” May squealed pulling Peter into a hug.

“You have a crush on a man? Are you gay?” Skip huffed with a laugh.

“Bisexual, actually.” Peter deadpanned. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all. Just surprised.” Skip laughed.

-

Five months ago...

May was at work, it was just Peter and Skip at home. Peter was in his room, the door was closed over, and Skip in the living room watching a sports game and drinking some beer.

While this wasn’t the most common occurrence, it wasn’t necessarily uncommon either. Peter would stay in his room and do homework or play some sort of online video game with Ned, Harley and MJ, typically Minecraft but sometimes they chose something else. Skip would watch sports or the news, but never a reliable source, always the Daily Bugle or Fox News.

Today was supposed to be like every other time. Peter was supposed to be in his room and Skip in the living room. But then Skip was in his room with him. Peter felt uneasy. It just didn’t sit right with him having the older man in his room.

“I think we need to talk, Pete.” Skip said sitting on Peter’s bed, while Peter stayed sitting at his desk.

“Sure, what about?” Peter tried to sound pleasant and kind, doing this for May.

“Well, I’ve been trying to broach this subject with you gently, but May and I have spoken about how we can cure you.”

Skip had the decency to look somber. His shoulders hunched forward, frowning. His eyes held remorse and regret. It only seemed to enrage Peter.

“Cure me? As far as I was concerned I was perfectly healthy.” Peter couldn’t help but snort.

“Of your sin, Peter. You like men, and we know that we have to cure you of it.”

It felt like all of the air had been taken out of his lungs. His heart stopped and the world blurred for a moment before Peter shook himself out of it. He pushed himself up out of his chair trying to back himself up, away from Skip. This wasn’t right. This was really wrong.

“May accepts me. She said so. She’s always supported me and accepted that I’m bi.”

“She didn’t know how to tell you she didn’t. She was crying quite a bit. May just didn’t know how to tell you. So she asked me to help fix you.”

Skip got up from the bed, walking over to Peter, trapping Peter in. Skip put an arm on each side of Peter’s body, resting his hands on the wall behind Peter. Peter felt trapped, his eyes wide as he looked around unsure of what he could do. May and Skip thought he was sick.

“She can’t-“ Peter cried, tears coming to his eyes. He didn’t want to accept it. This couldn’t be happening.

Skip put a hand on his shoulder.

“She does, Einstein, but it’s okay because I’ll fix you.”

-

Peter sat at their usual lunch table, Ned next to him, MJ, kiddie-corner to him and Harley across from him. His leg was bouncing as they all ate, but he couldn’t do more then push his food around his tray.

“There’s nothing wrong with me being bisexual right? Like, I’m still normal, I’m not sick or anything for liking more than just women right?”

It used to be old-hat for MJ and Ned to have to reassure Peter that being bisexual is okay. It was just last year that Peter finally started to feel secure in his sexuality and not question whether he was normal or not. It just always felt like Peter was faking his attraction to other genders.  

The group became silent with shock. None of them were prepared for Peter to have any insecurities about his sexuality, and it certainly wasn’t something that Harley was there to witness. It had been such a long time since he voiced this doubt. Ned and MJ gave each other looks, while Harley sat there starring at Peter slack-jawed.

“Sorry. I’ve just been in my own head recently. Bisexuality is valid and so am I. I know, I’m sorry, I just- what if I’ve been lying to myself this whole time? I’m sorry, I know I’m being silly.”

There was another moment of silence before Harley grabbed Peter’s hand.

“It’s not silly to question you’re own sexuality, Peter. Being bisexual is hard because people always try to invalidate you and tell you to just choose. It’s okay to be confused. Prefaces change from day to day and it is so confusing sometimes. We’re your people, we’re here for you no matter how you identify.” Harley smiled, something sad and soft.

-

Four and a half months ago...

Peter was trying to sleep. It wasn’t coming easily anymore. Skip and May were in the next room over. He should be able to sleep. But nothing felt right. Everything was always off, never normal, almost safe. It didn’t feel good.

There was the sound of footsteps in the hall before Peter’s door opened and closed. Peter tried to pretend to sleep, but the footsteps came closer to him then Skip’s hand was on his shoulder.

“Hey Einstein. I’ve got something for you.” Skip whispered, getting Peter’s eyes to open.

Peter pushed himself up and into the top corner of his bed, knees drawn to his chest. He really hated Skip. Hated his deep voice and pointy chin and crooked nose. He hated Skip’s receding hairline and beer belly. Peter hated Skip and everything about him. But mostly Peter hated that Skip and May knew there was something wrong with him.

Skip dropped some razors onto the bed. All loose and brand new. Peter looked at Skip like he was crazy. It was too late at night to register this.

“May and I were talking again. Anytime you have a sinful thought, any homosexual thoughts or desires just give yourself a cut. Obviously don’t do it in front of anyone other than me, but this should help bleed the faggot out of you.”

Peter gasped, eyes wide and shaking his head. He didn’t want to do this. Cutting himself was not something Peter ever wanted to start doing again. He got away from it, he recovered, and now the blades are being provided to him. Peter is being expected to cut this time. 

“I can’t do that. Anything but that Skip, please.”

Peter didn’t realize the tears that were pouring down his face, or how hard it was to breath. If it wasn’t for Skip wiping the tears from Peter’s face, he probably wouldn’t have noticed.

“Hey, no, no it’s okay, Einstein, it’s not as bad as it seems okay, look,” Skip took Peter’s wrist slicing it a few times, just enough to bring up blood up before handing the razor to Peter, “See? Nice and easy. Now I’m not going to leave until I see you try okay?”

Peter nodded, bringing the razor down on his skin and breathing a sigh of release as he broke his own skin.

-

Tony dropped food in front of Peter, two burgers and fries, before sitting down beside him. They were finally watching a movie after spending time in the lab and now Harley would be joining them too.

“Kid, we’ve talked about your eating habits. You need to eat more than a regular person. I don’t like seeing you lose weight this fast. I just like to see you happy and healthy.”

Peter knew he should say something. The razor in his pocket wasn’t normal and he should tell Tony. And his need to cut every time he thought about Harley, or the need to cut when he realized he was playing into Skips hands. But Peter didn’t want to lose his little therapeutic treatment again. He could do better at hiding it this time, especially with his healing factor now. Peter could keep this.

It’s his little secret with Skip. Peter could keep it safe. It made him feel better, and that’s what everyone wants, right?

“Oh yeah, sorry, I’ve just had a smaller appetite recently, I’ll do better, promise.” Peter nodded with a smile.

At that moment Harley walked into the room, giving Peter a crooked smile, a blush painted across his cheeks.

Peter would have to cut later, for thinking about Harley like that, and for doing what Skip told him and also for scarring Tony. Peter deserved this.

-

Four months ago…

Peter and Skip were alone together again.

It seemed to become more common now. Or maybe Peter was just getting used to having Skip try and cure him. He hated himself for wanting it to work. Peter just didn’t like himself much anymore.

“Einstein,” Skip slurred, “are you still a faggot?”

Peter flushed with shame, nodding. Peter really hated Skip for making him feel like this. For feeling shame for being bisexual and wishing he were straight. Peter hated himself a lot. He just wanted to be better.

“Shame, thought I’d have you straightened out by now. May is going to be disappointed to know you’re still a homo. I’ll have to start getting more aggressive with your treatments.”

Peter shook his head. He was already so tired, and he just wanted to feel safe in his home. He just needed to do what Skip and May wanted and then they’ll like him. All Peter needed to do was be straight, no matter what. He’s doing the right thing.

“How much more?” Peter’s voice cracked.

“As much as it takes to turn you straight.” Skip smiled.

He now gripped Peter’s face in both hands, thumbs on his cheeks. Skip used the hold he had on Peter to bring him towards the bathroom doorframe- the only metal frame in the house.

Peter didn’t fight. He was doing this for May. May wants him straight and wants Skip to do it. Peter scratched at his legs, where most of the cuts were, hoping that would convince Skip from stopping whatever he was doing. But it didn’t, of course it didn’t. Why would it convince Skip, when he’s only doing what’s best for better?

With his hold on Peter’s head, Skip jerked Peter’s head into the doorframe, with enough force to make Peter forget how to stand. Peter was only being held up by Skip's grip on his head when Skip lifted up his knee, forcing it into Peter’s stomach.

Peter groaned with the impact and Skip let him go and Peter fell to the ground. He barely managed to catch himself, resting his forehead on the cool floor. There was barely a moment before an on slate of kicks were delivered to Peter.

“No,” Peter sobbed, “stop, please, stop, stop, you’re hurting me.”

It was another few moments before Skip stopped kicking him with a huff. Skip sat down on the ground, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder to comfort the boy. Peter continued to sob, barely able to support his own weight to get himself sitting.

“Einstein, I just want you to know that I don’t like doing this. I don’t want to do this, but May and I agreed that I have to do this. I’m sorry Einstein, but it’s for your own good.”

Skip pulled Peter onto his lap, rubbing Peter’s back to bring him some comfort. Peter relaxed into Skip’s hold when he realized that there wasn’t going to be more pain. They sat there for a while before Skip finally stood up, as Peter’s sobs were finally ending, bringing Peter to his room and tucking Peter into bed.

-

“Peter I’m worried about you.” MJ said after Academic Decathlon practice.

Peter was wide eyed, holding his book bag in front of him, using it as a shield. His clothing that used to only be a little bit large on him, now swallowed him completely, his cheekbones were sharper and anytime his sweater moved a little bit, his collar bone was revealed to be protruding from his chest. Peter flinched at people who moved too fast and his skin was pale with dark bags under his eyes.

“I’m okay MJ.” Peter smiled, but his eyes were still empty.

“Are you cutting again? You’re acting like you used too. I don’t like seeing you lose your spark.”

MJ moved forward, grabbing Peter’s hands in her own. His hands were cold against hers and shaking slightly. Her head tilted just a bit as she searched for answers on Peter’s face.

“I’m not- no, I moved past that.” Peter lied.

He couldn’t tell her. He needed to cut. He needed the freedom it gave him, the relief. It was one of the only things he had anymore that he still enjoyed. By telling MJ, Peter would lose his sanity. Everything would be okay as long as he had a razor on him, as long as he got to cut his skin open.

But he should tell her. Maybe that would get everything to end. If he just told someone, maybe Skip would stop hurting him. Or maybe they’d push for Skip to continue on with trying to cure him. This was for the best, after all.

“Peter, you’re one of my best friends, okay? So if you were cutting again, hypothetically speaking, know that you can come to me, I won’t tell anyone. Not even May or my parents.”

Peter nodded, looking away from her, hating himself for lying and hating that MJ was trying so hard. It would have been so much easier if he just liked MJ instead of Harley.

“Look, look, MJ, see no cuts,” Peter rolled up his sleeves to show healed skin and no scars, “I promise, I’m just a little stressed out right now, don’t worry about me. I’m just focusing on myself for now, I’ll be okay.”

“Okay, well, when is the last time you ate?”

“Right before practice.”

It felt nice for Peter to actually tell the truth. He was eating almost as much as usual. Typically the same amount unless he had time alone with Skip. Peter was just stressed and sometimes couldn’t keep his food down, but he still ate more than enough. He should be able to keep up his weight, the weight loss just sort of happened.

-

Three and a half months ago…

May was working the overnight shift again. It was a school night so Peter was at the apartment with Skip instead of the Tower like he would be on weekends.

Peter was finally sleeping, well actually he was passed out from exhaustion, but it was still a sort of sleep, technically. Somewhere between Skip moving in and their ever-more-frequent talks “chats,” Peter started to lose sleep. He would stay awake later, slit his wrists longer, and on top of that the surprise beatings from Skip were really taking an affect on Peter. All except the desired affect.

Peter was still bisexual. He didn’t want to be bisexual anymore. He just wanted to be normal, straight. Liking men was wrong, Peter was wrong. May and Skip just wanted what was best for Peter. And this was what was best. Skip was just helping Peter. He was straightening Peter out. This was just want needed to be done.

Skip stumbled into Peter’s room. He saw that Peter was tucked in under his blankets deep in sleep and Skip couldn’t help but climbing into the bed too. He pulled the teen into his body, breathing in how Peter smells, nuzzling his nose behind Peter’s ear.

Peter woke up trapped in Skips arms. He panicked trying to get out, it was just like The Vulture dropping a building on him again. But this time it wasn’t concrete but instead a man. A man who was supposed to be in love with his aunt.

“Skip.” Peter whined trying to wriggle free.

The older man moaned, moving a hand down to feel Peter’s length.

“I didn’t realize that you’d rub off on me. You’re trying to turn me into a homo. Einstein, you’re rejecting your treatment and trying to change me instead, and I don’t tolerate this very much.”

Peter shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His whole body shook with nerves, and he thought he was going to vibrate out of his body.

“Skip, I promise I’m taking this seriously. I should be straight, I want to be straight. Just like you Skip, I’m trying really hard to be straight. I promise, I don’t want to be a disappointment to you or May anymore.”

The older man laughed, holding onto Peter tighter. He ground his hips further into the teen, making Peter whine and squirm more trying to break free.

“Einstein,” Skip moaned, “You’re ass, I swear it’s a woman’s. Your such a fairy, Einstein. I could just imagine you as a woman, you’re hair at your shoulders, this great ass and a tight pussy, your tit’s would probably be smaller, barely a handful, but you’d be so cute. Too bad you’re just bent.”

-

Harley sat across from Peter, cheeks blushed, watching Peter carefully. Peter no longer felt that the freckles painted across Harley’s cheeks and nose were cute, and he no longer felt comforted by being in Harley’s presence. Now Peter only felt dread. There was no more warmth or the feeling of being safe. 

Peter wasn’t attracted to Harley. He didn’t want to be with Harley, he was afraid of Harley. What Skip was doing was working. Peter was going straight. He wasn’t going to be bisexual anymore, he was only going to like women now.  Peter wasn’t going to be a freak or a fag or a fairy or a homo or bent. Peter was going to be straight. Skip was fixing him.

“Peter are you okay? You’ve been really spacey recently.” Harley asked keeping his voice soft and cautious. 

Peter smiled. It didn’t feel natural and probably didn’t look all that genuine, but Peter felt like he should be happy. He was happy that he this meant that May and Skip will not be disappointed in him. Maybe then Skip will like him. Now they can be a family

This is going to fix all of his relationships. People are going to like him better if he’s straight. He’ll only like women and be normal. It’ll solve so many problems for him.

“Yeah, Harls, I think I’m actually really good. Like, for real.”

Peter laughed, not one of his soft, bubbly and contagious laughs, the ones he was known for. Instead it was hallow and empty, self deprecating even. Harley’s eyes widened, suddenly more concerned for Peter than he’d been previously.

“Peter...” Harley sighed.

He reached out to grab Peter’s hand, watching Peter flinch back hard. Harley saw the moment Peter recognized what he did and how he tried to shake himself out of it, but he also saw how Peter moved to stay farther away from him.

“I’m good, Harls, really.” Peter nodded again.

“No, you’re not. There’s something seriously wrong. I’m going to figure it out. I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”

-

Three months ago…

Peter and Skip were finally alone. May had been on a stretch of day shifts and Peter’s friends were more persistent on having Peter go out with them during evenings. They were even tracking his food intake. The group was becoming obsessive over Peter now. And Peter was sick of it.

But now Peter was home alone with Skip. He could finally tell the man the good news. It’s been well over a week since Peter had and romantic or sexual feelings for another man. There’s only been fear, with any he looked at. Peter didn’t want to be attracted to men. Skip was curing him. May and Skip will finally accept him again.

As soon as May stepped out of the apartment Peter left his bedroom and sat down on the couch beside Skip. The man smiled at the boy, licking his lips before pinning Peter onto the couch. Skip groped at Peter for a moment, before pressing sloppy kisses onto his neck.

“No, stop, Skip I don’t like this.” Peter fought. “I just wanted to tell you that it worked. I don’t- I’m straight. You cured me. It worked. You and May don’t have to be disappointed in me anymore.”

Skip laughed. Loud and boisterous, pressing his weight down onto Peter. His hands moved up and down the teens frame, removing Peter’s clothes. Peter struggled harder, tears pouring down his face, sobbing out pleas to be let go. He tried fighting it, fighting Skip to keep his clothes on.

“You see Einstein, while I’ve made you straight, you’ve made me a fag. So this is going to have to continue, just a little until I no longer view your twink-ass as jailbait.”

Peter sobbed harder, trying to use his elbows to get away. Instead, Skip just pressed a hand into a patch of fresh cuts, forcing Peter’s vision to white out for a moment, that was just long enough to take off Peter’s underwear off.

“Skip, Skip no. No. I’m not. I swear, I didn’t make you like men. I didn’t do it. I’m straight now. You fixed me, I swear. You need to stop. You don’t want to go there. You don’t want this.”

Peter tried begging. He tried pleading, but he couldn’t stop Skip. It was too late. Skip had a plan and he wasn’t going to stop.

“Real funny that you think you know what I want, Einstein. This is for the best though, I promise, I’m doing this for you.”

-

It was movie night with May. Skip was out meeting up with his old friend was college. So it was just Peter and May. In their living room.

Peter couldn’t sit on the couch. Well, sitting in general wasn’t really working. So Peter just laid down on the ground, and May took the couch.

“Peter, I’m proud of you, you know that?” May finally spoke, halfway through Tangled.

“You are?” Peter didn’t anticipate his voice cracking, but hearing that May was proud of him? It was worth everything.

“Of course, baby. Skip told me that you let him help you, and I’m so proud of you for accepting help. He said that you’re problem was resolved with his help too. I’m so glad you two are getting along.”

Peter heard the words of confirmation that what Skip has been doing is what May also wants. She’s proud of him. She’s happy that Skip fixed him. May is glad that Peter is straight and that Skip turned him. It breaks Peter’s heart to actually hear it from May.

Peter never wanted to do it anyways.

And yet here he is. Having done it for her. He did this for May. To be accepted by May. So that he isn’t a disappointment in her life. And he isn’t happy. He’s not happy with himself, or Skip or May. Peter thought this would make him happy.

Peter wishes he born properly. Born straight. Born not wanting to harm himself. He wishes that the feeling that he needs to die never existed. Peter wishes he could be himself and be loved by his family. It shouldn’t have to be one of the other.

“Thanks.”

He tried not to choke on the acid rising up his throat.

-

Two and a half months ago…

It doesn’t stop. Skip doesn’t stop. His brain doesn’t stop. The fear didn’t replace the attraction like Peter originally thought. It’s just more confusing now.

Peter just wanted this to end.

Skip wasn’t going to end this.

-

Tony and Pepper had invited Peter, May and Skip over for dinner. Tony had made loads of his famous lasagna, and Pepper made a spinach dip appetizer and they ordered cheesecake for dessert.

All the adults seemed to be having a conversation together while Harley and Peter talked among themselves.

“I have an announcement.” Skip smiled at May, bringing the attention to himself.

“I asked May to marry me yesterday and she said yes.”

Peter was sure that this would be what killed him. Skip was his life sentence for whatever Peter did wrong. Skip was going to be his step-uncle, his new guardian.

Tony, Pepper and Harley congratulated the couple, and Tony patted Peter’s shoulder. Wine was brought out Peter couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m just, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” Peter smiled pushing himself out of his spot.

“Hurry back Einstein, we’re gonna be a family, we have to celebrate together.”

Peter was going to be sick.

He nodded and left the room, shutting himself in the bathroom and throwing up.

This isn’t what he wanted. Skip can’t be there for the rest of his life. This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong.

-

One month ago…

Peter was sure Skip was going to kill him. Or use him forever.

Peter didn’t like either option.

-

“I don’t want them to get married.” Peter confessed.

Happy pulled the car over, turning in his seat to see Peter. The kid wasn’t looking very good, he reminded Happy of 2008 era Tony. It wasn’t a very good look on a kid.

“You feel like it’s too soon after Ben? Or is it because of how fast-paced their relationship has been?”

Peter had tried not to think about Ben since Skip moved in. He didn’t want to picture the look of disappointment Ben would give him. Peter didn’t want to think that he is a failure in Ben’s eyes. Ben would believe that Peter brought this onto himself.

‘With great Power Comes Great Responsibility.’

Ben always said that. And yet Peter failed. He gave away his power, and was completely responsible for where he is now. Peter did everything wrong and Ben would know that. He took his uncles advice, his dying words, and ruined them, broke them, tossed them in the trash and set them on fire. Ben would hate this Peter, and Peter knew that like he knew how to breathe.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I just- I don’t think I’m ready for May to be married yet. It just feels like Skip is trying to replace his spot. I don’t want the to get married yet.”

Happy nodded in understanding, trying to give the teen a small smile.

“Pete, no one is ever going to replace Ben. He was your uncle, your guardian, your parent, he raised you. Skip could never live up to that.”

-

Present day…

There’s blood.

Peter is in the bathroom cleaning up his own blood and he doesn’t understand how he got here.

Well, he knows how. He just doesn’t understand it.

And he doesn’t know where to start cleaning it. Peter doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. This was all horribly wrong.

Peter knew he couldn’t stay here much longer though. Skip had gone back to his own bedroom, after a rough ‘session’ with Peter. And now Peter is alone, and bleeding and he needs to get out.

Peter picks up his phone and makes a call.

“Hey, can you uh, come pick me up, I can’t stay here, I need, uh I need to get out of here.”

“Yeah kid, you got it. I’ll be there in half.”

“Meet me, uh, two blocks up from here actually.”

“You okay, Underoos?”

Peter hung up the phone.

He hoped in the shower hoping the water would get rid of the blood, hoping the soap would wash Skip away. And when that didn’t work Peter put on an oversized sweater and large sweatpants. Peter packed untainted clothing into his book bag and left through his window and down the fire escape, putting his hood up.

This was a mistake.

Leaving was a mistake. Skip was only doing what he thought was- no. No. No. Peter can’t go back.

He won’t live through this. Peter doesn’t want to live through this.

He scratched at his arms as he made it to the spot that Tony was supposed to pick him up.

Peter was going to be sick.

How could he let it get this far? Peter shouldn’t have let this happen. This was all wrong. Why is he relying on Tony to take him away. What if Tony agrees with Skip?

Peter coughed up blood.

New plan.

Go with Tony, make sure his stomach isn’t bleeding, once he’s good, leave. Go fast. Stay away from cameras. Go to Canada. Or Florida. Get out of New York. Go far. Somewhere where May and Skip won’t think he’ll go.

Tony pulls up and Peter hops into the car quickly. Tony doesn’t start driving right away though. Instead he looks at Peter, seeing the fear in the boys eyes, as well the way he is unconsciously scratching his arms.

“What’s happening?”

Peter shakes his head, tears filling his eyes.

“Please, just drive, I can’t be here. Can’t be in the city right now.”

“Is this drugs?” Tony asks as he starts to drive, hoping that Peter won’t leave. “I don’t care if it is, I can get you help.”

“It’s not drugs. It’s probably be easier if it was drugs. Honestly, I wish it was drugs. I can’t go home though, okay? Please don’t tell May.”

“Okay. We can do that for now but I will eventually have to tell her where you are so her and Skip don’t get worried.”

“You can’t” Peter shouted jerking upright and pushing himself further away from Tony. “You can’t. Skip can’t know. He’ll kill me, I swear, he can’t know, I can’t go back.”

Tony nodded, as Peter seemed to fall apart in front of him, hoping that appearing casual while driving will keep Peter talking.

“So we don’t like Skip, alright. Is there a reason why?”

Peter sobbed and Tony was tempted to pull over right then and there, but he knows that scaring Peter would cause him to run, so he needs to keep driving.

“He said he’d help. He did the opposite.”

Tony hummed, bringing them out of the city and towards the compound. Peter was rocking himself slightly, clearly uncomfortable. He started to cough, blood splattering across his arms.

“What the hell, Parker?” Tony said stepping on the gas.

“No Skip, Tony. Promise me, we don’t get him involved even if that means keeping May in the dark. You bring Skip into this then I’m leaving. Okay?”

“Jesus, yeah, okay, promise. We’ll keep him out of this, I got you. No Skip, we don’t want him, I got it Pete.”

Peter nodded, feeling relief wash over him as he was finally in a safe spot. He was out. He was out of that god forsaken apartment. No Skip means he’s safe. Safety means he can finally sleep. So he closed his eyes.

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 “  A   TALE  AS  OLD  AS  TIME  ....  ”

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STATS  : 

full  name  :  isabelle  french  .

nickname  :  belle  .

fable  :  beauty  and  the  beast  .

gender  &  pronouns   :  ciswoman  .  she  /  her  .

age  &  birthday  :  twenty  six  .  may  15th .  

sexuality  :  pansexual  .

zodiac  :  taurus .

labels  :  the  bibliophile  ,  the  catalyst  ,  the  halcyon  .

neighborhood  :  the  west  .

occupation  :  manager  at  willows  book  store  &  waitress  at  berries  and  burgers  .

family  :  lynette  french   (  mother  ,  deceased  .  )  maurice  french   (  father  .  )

aesthetics  :  slender  fingers  brushing  against  bookcases  ,  a  honey  toned  voice  matched  with  a  sweet  smile  ,  the  lingering  smell  of  baked  bread  in  the  early  hours  of  the  morning  ,  

power  :  hallucikinesis  .  -  her  power  is  to  make  people  see  things  that  aren’t  really  there  .   since  she  is  currently  unaware  of  this  ability  ,  i  don’t  imagine  she  can  make  people  see  anything  too  out  of  the  ordinary  yet  .  it’s  mainly  small  things  ,  like  little  flashes  of  things  ,  like  animals  or  people  .  though  as  she  learns  about  it  ,  it  would  move  to  things  that  can  resemble  one’s  desires  ,  fears  ,  e.c.t.  

faceclaim  :  hande  ercel  .

BIO  :   —  TW  :  mentions  of  death  ,  cancer  .

belle  was  raised  by  her  single  father  ,  maurice  .  her  mother  died  during  childbirth  ,  and  her  father  being  deeply  in  love  with  her  mother  and  unable  to  see  his  life  with  anyone  else  ,  decided  to  never  remarry  .  he  instead  raised  belle  alone  the  two  of  them  living  in  a  run  down  trailer  in  the  trailer  park  .   she  helped  out  around  the  house  to  make  things  easier  ,  and  as  soon  as  she  was  old  enough  ,  she  got  her  first  job  at  the  bookstore  .  the  same  bookstore  she  eventually  worked  up  to   being  a  manager  in  .

growing  up  without  a  mother  was  hard  ,  but  her  father  did  good  at  playing  both  parts  .  he  went  around  to  other  mothers  in  the  neighborhoods  ,  asking  them  to  give  him  lessons  on  hairstyling  and  picking  out  clothes  .  he  was  so  happy  the  first  time  he  braided  her  hair  successfully  .  the  two  of  them  are  truly  best  friends  ,  and   did  everything  together  .  morning  bike  rides  ,  shopping  ,  sunday  feasts  ,  played  sports  .  even  doing  the  small  things  like  running  errands  with  her  father  made  her  happy  .

 she  never  had  that  many  friends  .  a  lot  of  people  viewed  belle  as  weird  ,  or  a  loner  .  she  was  the  girl  who  sat  in  the  corner   lost  in  the  pages  of  the  books  in  her  hand  .  she  did  try  to  make  some  friends  ,  but  she  really  didn’t   need  them  .  she  was  always  very  independent  ,  and  her  imagination  ran  wild  enough  to  keep  herself  entertained  .  she  spent  a  great  deal  of  time  in  the  library  .  she  swears  she’s  read  every  book  in  there  ,  even  the  ones  that  didn’t  seem  too  interesting  .  

 school  was  something  she  was  very  passionate  about  .  she  loves  to  learn  ,  and  excelled  in  all  of  her  classes   .   she  knew  she  had  to  do  well  in  school  to  achieve  her  dream  of  getting  her  and  her  father  into  a  cute  little  house  in  the  south  side   ,  and  land  a  job  as  a  teacher  .  everything  was  planned  out  in  her  head  ,  until  she  hit  a  bump  in  her  plan  .  her  father  was  diagnosed  with  cancer.  only  in  her  first  year  of  college  ,  belle  made  the  decision  to  put  her  schooling  on  hold  .  forcing  her  father  to  quit  his   job  ,  she  took  up  a  second  one  and  took  on  the  task  of  taking  care  of  him  .   money  is  still  currently  tight  with  her  father’s  medical  bills  ,  and  she  is  getting  desperate  for  money  .  that  doesn’t  stop  her  from  putting  on  a  fake  smile  however  ,  and  going  about  as  if  everything  is  just  fine  .

she  has  a  golden  lab  named  ollie  ,  who  is  only  a  few  years  old  .  he  is  a  pain  in  the  ass  ,  and  a  master  escape  artist  .  belle  is  always  chasing  him  around  the  town  ,  trying  to  get  him  back  home  or  at  the  very  least  out  of  everyone’s  yards  .

PERSONALITY  :

she  is  a  pretty  confident  and  outspoken  person  .  not  in  a  way  that  she’s  rude  about  it  ,   but  belle  is  not  afraid  to  speak  her  mind  and  stand  up  for  her  beliefs  ,  herself  ,  or  other  people .  she  doesn’t  really  concern  herself  with  the  opinions  of  others   ,   and  doesn’t  really  like  being  told  what  to  do  .  she  has  always  done  her  own  thing  ,  not  afraid  of  being  herself  .   she  is  stubborn  and  set  in  her  ways  .  once  she  makes  up  her  mind  ,  there  is  no  changing  it  .

belle  would  give  someone  the  shirt  off  her  back  if  she  saw  someone  in  need  .  she’s  always  willing  to  lend  a  helping  hand  ,  even  if  its  someone  she  doesn’t  know  them  .  she  doesn’t  like  to  ask  for  help  herself  ,  so  she  tends  to  put  others  before  herself  .  for  the  most  part  ,  she  is  a  very  friendly  ,  and  good  hearted  person  .  she  likes  to  make  the  best  out  of  everything  ,  and  tries  to  keep  a  positive  mindset  .  she  is  definitely  the  mom  friend  ,  and  the  type  of  person  to  bake  someone  sweets  to  welcome  them  to  town  .

WANTED  CONNECTIONS  :

bestfriends  :

neighbors  :

friends  who  grew  apart  :

enemies  :

exes  :

fwb  /  current  flings  /  past  flings  :

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im definitely not ripping off my friend by making a list of au ideas i have no siree //gonna slap this under a readmore cause i. well i say a lot. all of the time. i tried so hard to format this Good but tumblr fucked me up i am so sorry

so first-off i know i already have one WIP AU (Auckland) on ao3 so i wont talk about That one cause like. spoilers. i actualyl have it like 80% created so its likely gonna truly get finished for once and i dont wanna ruin shit

the other one ive posted about is something me and ben (catgirlrepublic) have worked on together its not at all close to done or anything but it's. a fun little crossover. Between jdate and my fuckinuhm. Original characters story “Untitled Villains Project”. the sketches of the comic version ive started is actually my pinned post 👉👈 its like the first chunk of the story, i think half of part 1? yea.

Tldr john fucking Somehow is able t oget into contact with a certain curious scientist from another reality who’d just love to study the Soy Sauce, most certainly not for her own nefarious purposes

John and Dave meet up with the scientist, her name is Boss, and her lab assistant, Toxic, and after a bit of a preliminary Vibe Check where john determines her trustworthy (which Dave doesnt agree with,) the two agree to be taken to the world UVP is set in. from there they stay in Boss’s lab (big old fucking abandoned military lab). John and Toxic are fast friends due to mutual love-of-chaos. John n Dave get to fuckin, camp out on an air mattress.

The day after they arrive, the two get split up, not exactly intentionally; big plot points of UVP are liek. Fueled by Boss sending Toxic to go fetch her “research materials,” which are usually important artifacts

Fuckin side note i guess i have to explain my dumb bullshit: Boss’s, uh, field of expertise so to speak is actually fckin, basically the scientific study of magic and superpowers n shit like that. This shit’s all real in that world. Toxic’s got fuckin superpowers, so do 4 other main characters, whatever. It’s got a bit to do with spirituality, iss Boss’s hypothesis. So she has Toxic fetch important artifacts that might have “energies” to them. The thing is actually way more fuckin complictated than that, this is just Boss’s initial hypothesis.

Motherfucking anyways. So Boss gives Toxic a job to do, and John get excited about how Cool that sounds, and ends up going with Toxic, leaving Boss and Dave alone. Neither is thrilled about this. But Dave and Boss get to have a bit of conversation (while Toxic and John are off bonding and having a good time) and come to a… mutual grudging understanding of some kind. They still dont like each other though lmao

Theres gonna be deeper shit going on but we havent sorted it out yet/tbh havent like Written For It in a while but i still like thinking about it a lot lol

Also pretty sure our endgame is john and dave steal toxic and bring them back with em lmao boss is kind of not nice and toxic would most certainly be better off in Undisclosed. Actually theyd fucking love it. Theyd become a local cryptid im sure. Undisclosed’s mothman is a teleporting spike baby.

I have. Another crossover AU that i might. Post something about for halloween? Maybe? If i have it finished?

Crosses over into, you guessed it, another one of my original-character projects. God, am i vain or something?

I promise this is just because i think blue and dave should get to team up to beat up some monsters

Quick briefing on my fuckinuh. Original character story, this one doesnt have a name (yet? Idk lol my work never actually goes anywhere sso who gives a shit). It centers around two grim reapers, Red (26, bi woman) and Blue (22, aroace agender asshole). In this reality or whatever, grim reapers function kind of like low-level office workers. They get told who’s going to die + when by some middle-management types, and upper management only involve themselves when punishment needs to be doled out. These Higher-Ups can be seen as analogous to Korrok; they’re decidedly not human, never were, and fucking terrifyingly powerful. Additionally, grim reapers are sort of .. designed to be “background noise” people. In reality theyre supernatural beings and, uh, look Real Fuckin Weird (the whole deal has a neon aesthetic im terrible at drawing uwu) but most humans just perceive them like extras in a movie. A body’s there but the camera’s not focused on it.

To the narrative: the shit starts when Red n Blue get relocated to Undisclosed. Relocation is something that just happens every now and then to reapers; they usually work in teams, but they get split up into different cities to avoid any strong bonds forming (a counter-union strategy from the Higher-Ups).

Red, Blue, John and Dave end up running into each other for the first time in a McDonalds where John n Dave are getting some 4am “hey, we just survived another horrific monster fight” celebration burgers. John and Dave are the only two people who can see how… strange Red and Blue are. Nobody else notices.

John unintentionally pisses Blue off, leading to Blue whacking him upside the head with a dildo bat. They all four get kicked out of McDonald’s. Dave and Red both are less than thrilled

Blue and John end up resolving their differences, somehow. Red and Dave briefly bond over their dumbass best friends being, well, dumbasses. They all part ways amicably.

somehow-or-other (idk yet) they end up running into each other a few more times, and eventually john invites them over to his place, and the four (plus Amy now!) get to know each other a little better

while there, Blue gets a text about some guy who's gonna die and John offers to drive them to where that's gonna go down. they take him up on the offer and get to have a bit of one-on-one conversation

after that ordeal though Blue has had Enough of people and bails, leaving John to head home alone

theres a sort of mirror-development going on with the five of em. Red, John, and Amy would all like everyone to get along, though theyre a bit tentative about it (John moreso than the other two, actually, jsut cause. well Red n Blue could still be Sauce Monsters). Dave and Blue on the other hand do Not like people enough for this shit, and Dave's not unconvinced theyre Sauce Monsters. he will not trust them until proven he should

the story's kinda nebulous but i got an idea for some Shit going down that involves both Sauce Monsters and also the Higher-Ups to have some fuckin absolute chaos go down.

Oops! All Trans

Everybody is transgender. Everyone

Ive actually workshopped this one both with ben (catgirlrepublic) and ghost (ghost-wannabe) lmao its a fun lil concept ive had from the get-go cause i mean. What’s an internet tran gonna do other than hit all their favourite media with the Everyone’s Trans beam

Dave transitioned post-high school and faked his death for it. People go missing in Undisclosed all the damned time, after all. He moved to the next city over, transitioned fully, then came back as a completely new man. Yes i know this doesnt exactly fit with the “everyone knows David from high school” thing alright, hush.

Anytime anyone brings up John’s old best friend (pre-transition Dave) John throws an entire fit like an overdramatic grieving widow. Full-on sobbing “why would you bring her up?! I miss her so much—” to the point that people just stop bringing up because Jesus Christ That Sure Is Uncomfortable KJHGFDS.

This is a scheme he and Dave came up with prior to Dave leaving, though Dave hadnt exactly anticipated John putting on this much of a performance about it— but it’s stopped Dave from ever having tto hear his deadname again, so hey.

Amy transitioned sometime in middle school/early high school. Her family was super supportive and loved her a ton and most people just know her as Amy. she was super shy her whole life really so. Yeah. people just dont think to bring it up lmao also i Feel Like big jim would absolutely wallop anyone who gave her trouble of any kind

John’s nonbinary (genderfluid specifically) and not exactly Interested in transitioning ? like hes fine with how he is. mostly.

he came out to Dave in high school but hes not out to anyone else exactly. Maybe his bandmates. Probably any other trans person in Undisclosed knows, too, cause theyre safe to tell lmao. Johns mostly a “he/him out of convenience” kinda nb who’s cool with any pronouns but does prefer they/them most. Dave and Amy use they/them when the trio are alone

Also this is a totally self-indulgent caveat that i think would be great, Dave’s actually agender but because he's transmasc and transitioned when he thought there were really only two options, and being Boy at least felt less weird than being Girl, he just kind of assumed he was a dude. It’s only through a lot of (like fucking years and years hes probably in his 30s/40s when he puts 2 and 2 together on this one) talks about gender with John that he realizes he actually feels like No Gender. Masc aesthetic with none gender.

I Just Think It’d Be Neat Is All Okay

Also Amy came out to Dave about being trans early on in them seeing each other and his response was to get very nervous before blurting out “me too” and then just being too embarrassed to talk about it for the rest of the day. Hes got a lot of hangups on talking about it actually it takes years for him to get comfortable in that

by contrast when Amy comes out to John about it his response is to yell “EYYY ME TOO” and give her a big ol hug lmao

I think itd be neatt if Amy ran a like. Transfem help/advice blog on tumblr. Kind of helped-with by John who can give her transfem nb insight for certain asks. I also just think that would be neat.

Cowboy AU - i put this one last cause its got drawings to it actually. Theyll be at the bottom

Basically just. Hey you ever watched a western. I think they look neat

This is another one me n ben have come up with lol

The soy sauce and all that shit still exist, im not sure where korrok fits in yet but ill figure it out

Theres no real like solid narrative yet ? but heres the barebones of everybody’s arcs.

John

Johns an absolute troublemaker, Of Course. Hes wanted in several towns for absolutely stupid shit. Hes a loner who shows up, causes chaos, gets drunk, does some drugs, runs away if people get too mad at him

He definitely had the same kind of deal with the soy sauce as in canon— he was at some kind of party, somebody offered it, he took it cause why the fuck wouldnt he, now he can see monsters and shit

Hes kind of a mooch also. Like. dont let him stay in your barn man he’ll never fucking leave and drink all your booze.

He runs into Dave when they happen to just, cross paths in the same town. the bullshit John stirs up ends up involving Dave in a way that makes it seem like it's his fault too, and they both get run out of town

after that he just tags along after Dave. hes decided this guy's Cool he wants to stick around. Dave is pissed at first, but not enough to shoot him or anything, and eventually, John grows on him

Dave

Dave also is a loner but unlike John hes simply so fucking awkward and bad with people. He doesnt feel like he belongs anywhere so he just travels

He’s the stereotypical Lone Ranger tbh. He wanders from town to town, solving their problems, though hed deny its out of any moral obligation (it kinda is, a little bit, tbh. He does like feeling useful). He shows up, fixes things, leaves. He's kind of a legend but most people think he's hiding something dark. other people jsut know him as that guy who farted real loud in the middle of the saloon and promptly skipped town out of sheer embarrassment. you know how it goes with Dave

He ends up involved with the Soy Sauce when a snake (not Actually a snake,) bites him. The snake’s more like the wig-monsters, really. Anyway, it injects him with the soy sauce, he fucking trips balls in the middle of the desert, he can see monsters now

He runs into John and shit goes tits-up, as said, but they become traveling buddies after that. he'd never say so, but he's glad for the company, actually. it's nice. hes not used to companionship but he feels a strange kind of easiness hanging out with John....

not sure how the Monster Dave concept will like fit in to this reality but like. trust me i want it in here. I'll Figure It Out.

Amy

Amy’s been living in a town John and Dave end up passing through and she is very curious about these two new Handsome Strangers who claim to fight monsters and just kinda. Persistently tags along til they let her join for real

Her family’s all dead, unfortunately, just like in canon, and she’s been living alone for a few years before meeting John n Dave. she had nothing left in that town to stay for, she'd been fantasizing about escaping on wild adventures for a long time and this felt a little like a dream come true. (Dave still gives her a spiel about how Difficult it is, but really, her fantasies were pretty grounded-in-reality already. i jsut think thats how she is, yknow?)

Shes the first person to react to the whole “we see monsters” shit with a kind of “oh, okay. neat” kind of response lmao

John and Dave fix whatever the fuck is up with her town (maybe that’s where the Korrok shit can fit, who knows) and Amy ends up being integral to that. After, she insists they take her with them because “they need her now” and Dave just cant really say no. John too is very much "the more the merrier!" and hes actually glad to have another person along he loves people lmao

At the start she has long hair but after she joins them she chops it short with a knife for convenience

also she still is an amputee. justt. idk. it was a wagon/stagecoach accident rather than a car accident lmao. just to clarify since i hadnt mentioned it, i wouldnt rob her of her ghost hand or yknow. all of the significance to her character that Missing A Hand has. although also now im going to have to research what was used as painkillers way-back-when, but im betting shes still got, like, her pain pills, they probably had those, maybe i wouldnt have to try too hard there. old timey medicine could be WACK though,

Shitload

Yeah hes in tthis shit mostly cause i liked designing his cowboy self lmao

Hes a kid (like 16, 17, technically i think in those days that was more Young Man than Kid but whatever. Hes Young i mean.) who got possessed by the Worms out in the desert and, by his family’s perception, just went missing!

Hes also a wanderer, but he ended up at the same town john and dave met in, at that same time, and starts following them after, already aware of who/what they are.

He keeps his face covered 24/7. actually he covers a Majority of his self for reasons. kinda want him to be a slightly more horrifying Worm Entity rather than human idk,

I kinda dont have much for this boy yet sorry Shitload

images !

with some editing notes for me cause im doing a very specific aesthetic with this lmao. i might change some lil details/colours though ...... idk

im also kinda 🤔 about shitload's colour palette. i want things assoicated w the sauce to be black'n'red predominantly but i think his palette might mirror dave's too closely. also im working on a korrok design i jsut am too busy to draw it now

[blossom-hwa]

hello! happy three years😊 time flies away so fast! for the drabble game... can i request jeongin + college au? thanks!

First requester! Time does indeed pass quickly, anon - thanks for your support!

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and  I’ll write a drabble for you!

This was super fun and cute to write! I hope you enjoyed, anon <3

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Title: A Series of Truths

Pairing: Jeongin x gender neutral!reader

Triggers: none

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During his years in university, Jeongin comes to learn several truths. These truths, he finds, always hold - unless in the scarcest of cases, they’ll never break. 

The first is that, no matter how much he tries to study, some days will be bad days, and some of those bad days will be test days. He makes out well enough in his first year, but as his courses begin ramping up in his second and third years, he learns that sometimes, his mental health isn’t doing well enough to take everything his textbook says and spit it onto a piece of paper in less than two hours. 

Still, though, it’s okay. Because along with this truth, Jeongin learns a second - it’s okay to have off days, and it’s okay to make mistakes. So long as he apologizes to those he inadvertently hurts, so long as he seeks the help he needs, life will go on. It may hurt for a while, but life will go on. A bad test grade or a small argument won’t end the world, and Jeongin comes to believe that he will succeed in life regardless of his setbacks - he only needs to keep pushing on.

The third truth he learns, then, comes into play with this. This truth states that it is possible to push through each setback on his own, to make it through life individually as though this was a footrace with no water, no shade, no rest. It’s possible. 

But this truth also states that it is possible to make things easier if he has some support at his side. 

In high school, Jeongin considered himself the type to not let others see his problems, to smile through the pain and hope it eventually faded away. In university, though, he learns that though this method is a valid method, it hurts more than it helps, and that it’s better to find friends to support him through his pain. 

He finds these people, six friends with kind smiles and loud laughs and wild chaos. Hyunjin and Seungmin take him out for ice cream on his bad days, Felix and Jisung call to check if he’s doing all right, and Chaeryeong and Ryujin will always force him to rest if they decide he needs it.

And then he finds one more - yes, a friend, but something more - when you’re assigned as his partner in the only science lab he has to take (perks of being a music major). 

Through long hours spent at the library, desperately trying to finish lab reports before midnight, through late-night McDonald’s runs when the two of you want to feel like you have your lives together (or at least you want to fill your stomachs, because, Y/N, how the hell can you even pretend that we have our lives together if we’re in university surviving off greasy fries and shitty burgers at two a.m.), Jeongin learns the definition of love, a happiness derived from seeing another person sparkling with joy under the pale light of a moon hidden behind the clouds. Dark circles may make a permanent home under your eyes and your hair may sometimes fly everywhere after a long night of study, but whenever he sees you, Jeongin never thinks he’s ever seen anyone more beautiful than you look now.

He learns one last truth in university through you, a truth that above all others, he will cherish and uphold as one of the tenets of his existence. This truth is that, as much as he likes to playfully spurn your kisses and cringe within your hugs, Jeongin will always give in to your warm lips, will always give in to your arms wrapped around him. He’ll set a different ringtone for your phone calls and will always pick up when you ring, even if it’s in the middle of the night. Always, always, he’ll find joy in your bright smile, in the way you gesture wildly when recounting crazy stories (Jeongin, you won’t believe this, but apparently a guy in my chemistry class goes to fight clubs), and he’ll always, always do anything in his power to hear your laugh sparkle in the air.

This last truth is that he would give up the world to make you smile, pull the stars from the sky and hang them up again to ensure your joy, go to the moon and return if it meant your heart would stay full. Thankfully, you don’t want him to go away, you want him to stay - to stay by your side, serving as your support as much as you are his. 

This last truth, Jeongin learns, is that he loves you.

[ddoals]

HC for Orochimaru making Sasuke a daughter.

HC for Orochimaru making Sasuke a daughter.

Request:  Saw this on another blog and wanted to see your take on it. HC for Sasuke having a daughter created by Orochimaru.

A/N: I ended up making this a little too long ^^

I may or may not make more content on this prompt. Maybe a series. Maybe an OC. Be on the lookout!

-  Ok so in the anime Boruto it’s apparently been roughly 14-15 years since the fourth shinobi war. I imagine Orochimaru may have collected DNA samples far before the war had started, but didn’t bother using it until he realized that Sasuke would no longer be accessible to him and his experiments. That’s when he would use the genes to create an Uchiha. We’ve seen him create other creature’s with sharingan, but they're all weird and almost alien-like. I would like to think that he used other genetic samples from his library of genetic material and old experiments from before he left Konoha. This is why he’s able to make a proper human creation. Sasuke escapes Orochimaru’s grasp for the first time in shippuden. I’m not sure how long before the war that was, so I’m gonna go ahead and assume 3-4 ish years before making Sasuke’s daughter 17-18 ish.

- Because Orochimaru considered Sasuke to be an important asset, he would consider the child to be important as well and keep the child in his vicinity for as long as he can. Because of her constant exposure to his labs, she would be enchanted by science and focus on that more than the physical training Orochimaru would want her through. Eventually, he would give in and teach her about the fascinating world of science. Learning science may push her to pursue further education, if not in school then on her own through encyclopedias and other books she would somehow smuggle into the hideout. Eventually, the question of her biological origins would come up. She was able to figure out that Orochimaru was obviously not her biological parent and that she was either adopted or genetically created. After being pestered enough Orochimaru would tell her a little bit about Sasuke and how Orochimaru wanted to be able to get himself another just in case Sasuke would leave.

- Upon finding out that she was created as a replacement, Sasuke’s daughter would grow upset and leave. I like to think she would craft this fancy document, like a declaration of independence (an idea she got from one of her textbooks), just because. Despite not having her Sharingan unlocked and having neglected much of her physical training, Orochimaru wouldn't expect her to go far. However this girl is well educated (courtesy to her books) and smart. She covers her tracks well and makes herself almost untraceable. Having no other option, Orochimaru would go to Konoha for help. He’d assume that she went to look for Sasuke and at some point would end up in Konoha. Appalled and a little annoyed, Naruto would inform Sasuke about his daughter.

-  Sasuke would be shocked. He would be mad at Orochimaru for creating a person with his genes and not tell him for years, but he would also be a little curious about the girl. He’d feel guilty for not being there for his child and sorry for her having to be raised by Orochimaru, an absolute psychopath. Sasuke would be confused on what to do, but Sarada would step in.

- Turns out Boruto was spying on his dad trying to craft some scheme to grab the Hokage’s attention and Sarada was following him in an attempt to keep him out of trouble (This is a lie. She wanted to see Boruto make a fool of himself). Sarada had always wanted a sibling. This was her dream come true. She would push Sasuke to go find her older sister and bring her back. She would even volunteer herself into a search party, but Naruto would refuse, telling her this wasn’t something a genin should be concerned with. For the sake of making his younger daughter happy and to satiate his curiosity, Sasuke would tell Naruto to go ahead with his plans to find the kid.

- Naruto would send out search parties. Nobody would be able to find her, except of course Sasuke (parent intuition maybe). He finds her by a lake, all alone. Hesitant to approach her, he wouldn’t make a single move until Naruto would give him a little pep talk and a strong push. Before Sasuke could run back to his hiding place his daughter would turn around. It would take her less than a second to recognize him.

- We all know Sasuke is an awkward father and doesn’t know what to do most of the time. They would stare at each other before Naruto would not so quietly whisper, “Introduce yourself!”

- “I already know who you are,” she would state bluntly. Despite the poker face Sasuke and Naruto saw, Sasuke’s daughter would be extremely surprised and nervous. She never really expected to see her father. She had heard from Orochimaru that Sasuke had settled and started his own family. Why would he want some diluted clone?

- Sasuke, like his daughter, was nervous but also confused. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? But before anyone else could say or do anything, Orochimaru would jump into the scene and thank Naruto and Sasuke for finding his experiment. He would turn to said creation and tell her that he was going to up his security and make it impossible for her to escape again. He would also tell her that the material she reads would be heavily censored and monitored by him.

- Obviously both shinobi would object to this. Orochimaru is a creep and nobody deserves to be his labrat. Naruto would threaten Orochimaru telling him that Sasuke’s daughter was a citizen of Konoha because of her ancestors making her off limits.. Not wanting to start another war, Orochimaru would back off. But before leaving he wouldn’t forget to mention that the child was his creation, therefore his property - and that he would be back.

- Upon his leave Sarada would jump out of the bushes along with Boruto, who would make a comment about how he couldn’t tell what Orochimaru’s gender was.

- Almost instantly Naruto and Sasuke would try to lecture their children about orders and how genin should stay in their line, but before the lecture could go anywhere Sarada would run past Sasuke and hug her older sister. Sarada’s older sister would freeze at first but then slowly place her hand on Sarada’s head. Sarada would then look up and ask her sister if she would come back with them to the village. Sarada’s older sister would be taken aback. She had never emotionally known what a family was. This was all new to her. Boruto would join in on Sarada’s plea and tell his teammate’s sister that she just had to come back with them and try a thunder burger. Something, he assumed, she had never tried. Sasuke would add on and say that he would love to get to know her and that it was better late than never. After all she was his daughter.

- Extra: Sakura would be more than happy for a  new addition to the family, - especially after seeing the happiness it brought Sarada.