#he's just a silly blob of shadow

[mocking-the-bird]

WELL NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT IT TOO

[witherby]

What would happen if Mouse got sick? Like super, probably at deaths door kind of sick? ok maybe that last part was exaggerating it a bit...But like almost 39 degrees fever, coughing to the point of gagging and vomiting, runny nose, fatigue, no appetite for anything, etc. Based off my own experiences when I get sick. I wanna know what they would do and who would panic the most. Who would lose the little sleep they already have even more. Who would think that the babeh is at deaths door. And who would be the most relieved when Mouse is better a few days later with the help of a paediatric approved medication

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I like this prompt a lot so I'm gonna do it. Hope u reaaaally like angst tho.

The Littlest Wayne: Sick Bed, part 1

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⚠️ Spoiler/content warning: Young sick child, fever, depiction of seizure ⚠️

It starts with a cough.

"Hey, careful," Jason says, patting your back. The water you'd been sipping sprays across the table as you choke. Tim reaches over to right the glass and Alfred goes and collects a rag to mop up the mess. "You okay?"

"Mhmm," you mutter, wiping your mouth with a napkin. "Sorry...I can clean it, grandpa Alfie."

"It's quite alright, Flittermouse." Alfred gently runs a hand through your hair. "Oh, my, you're quite warm. Why don't you head up to your room and I'll have someone bring a tray to you with soup and crackers?"

"Okay." You push your chair away from the table and duck underneath it, allowing the shadow of the furniture to swallow you up. Bruce watches the dark blob you've become slide out of the dining room and towards the stairs with less energy than usual.

"I'll take it, Alfred," Dick says before anyone else can volunteer, rising from his seat. He sets his leftovers in front of Jason as he passes, helping the butler prepare a tray for you. "Do we have any Tylenol for little kids? If not, I can just crush up a half-pill for them."

"Child-friendly medications will be found in the young master's en-suite bathroom cabinet," Alfred says. "It will just be a few minutes for the soup, Master Dick. I'd recommend you head upstairs and measure out a small dose for your sibling before it's ready."

"Kay, sure," he nods, excusing himself.

Dick hops up the stairs two at a time and enters the family wing of the manor, trailing his hand along the walls and door frames until he finds yours. He knocks lightly and rapidly, a silly little sequence to let you know which brother it is, then opens the door to let himself in.

Your bedroom is almost pitch black. Since the development of your powers, your space has changed to reflect your needs overtime, which means the overhead lightbulbs have been removed and the sheer, pastel blinds over your window have been replaced with thick blackout curtains. For your family who require some form of illumination to see, you have several night lights you pick and choose from; you currently have a round projector plugged in that casts aurora borealis across the ceiling (a gift from Tim) and you've activated the touch sensors installed in the floor that briefly light up everywhere Dick walks, leaving his footprints behind for several seconds until they fade away.

The furniture you originally had, designed in warm, woody colors with bright accents, have also been replaced with black hardware and dark materials. Your bed frame is a dip-dyed wood with silver accents, your mattress and sheets are black, and your dressers, nightstand, and closet have all been painted to match.

At first glance, the large bedroom looks like every goth kid's biggest dream, but the light from the hallway spills briefly into your space when Dick walks inside, showing the bright, colorful books sitting on your black bookshelves, the even more colorful clothes in your wardrobe, your vast collection of toys, and a litany of pictures and photos on all the walls. There is a vibrant, beautiful life in the darkness, which encapsulates you perfectly in his opinion.

"Hi, Flitty," he greets, moving slowly as his eyes adjust to the light. "Alfred's working on your soup, so big bro Dicky's here to do medicine time. Holler at me so I don't accidentally step on you in here."

"Okay," you say from his left. Dick turns and squints, spotting a lump on your bed. He smiles.

"There you are. Lemme see if there's any of the gummies in your med cabinet. Those ones don't taste all gross."

He steps into your bathroom and turns the fairy lights on, bathing the area in a soft glow, and rifles through your cabinet for a minute. Then he makes his way to your bed, sitting on the edge of it with some chewables and a glass of water.

"C'mere," he says, and you comply, shuffling across the bed to give him a quick hug. "Alright. Can you show me you're a big kid and take this for me? Then you'll get a nice bowl of soup and maybe some juice."

You comply without fuss. Dick hears more than he sees you take the medication in the low light, and you go back to hugging him when you're done. Dick wraps his arms around you and lies down, propping you mostly on his chest.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah. Just sleepy," you reply. "And my throat hurts kinda, from when I spit my water."

"Aw, I'm sorry. You only need to stay awake long enough to take a couple bites and then you can rest as long as you want."

"Okay...stay?"

Dick hums, running his fingers gently through your hair. He was supposed to go back to Blüdhaven this afternoon, but...

"Yeah, Flitty. I'll stay."

--

It turns into a fever.

"I'm sorry to turn you away when you've already come by, Delilah," Bruce says, meeting your private tutor in the vestibule. "Mouse came down with something yesterday, and I don't think they'll be up for lessons for the next few days. I forgot to tell you."

"Oh, that's absolutely no problem, mister Wayne," the tutor smiles, shaking her head. "I wish them a speedy recovery! Let me know if there's anything you need."

"I will, thank you. Take care!"

Bruce closes the door after seeing her out, the Charming Socialite mask slipping off his face as he heads for the stairs. He meets Alfred at the top with a nod, stepping past him and walking up to your bedroom door.

He gently knocks three times against the glossy wood, calling your name. "Can I come in?"

After a moment, he watches it click open, and you squint up at him in the doorway.

"Hi, daddy," you croak, voice dry and harsh from the progression of your flu. Bruce tuts and scoops your clammy body into his arms, carrying you back to your bed.

"Honey, you didn't have to come greet me," he says, "manners get thrown out the window when you're sick, remember? Let's get you tucked in."

You don't fuss or complain, which makes the worry flare up in Bruce's mind. He pushes it back, refusing to catastrophize a cold. All of his children get sick, it's not unheard of. A little fever is fine, and so is your lack of excitable energy. It's normal and expected.

"How do you feel?" He asks, pulling the blankets up to your chest. You squirm a bit, kicking them down.

"Hot," you say, "sleepy."

Bruce compromises by tucking the blanket around your tummy instead. You don't push it down any further. He pulls out a thermometer from his pocket and scans your forehead.

"Yeah, you are running a bit hot," he admits. An even one hundred degrees. Should be easy enough to control with careful attention. "Alfred says you refused breakfast this morning. Do you want to try eating something small for lunch? More soup?"

You shake your head. "Not hungry."

"I know you're not hungry, pumpkin," Bruce says, gently squeezing your hand. "But you don't wanna starve, either. Then you'll shrink up like a raisin! How am I supposed to snuggle a raisin?"

You smile a bit and give a wheezy huff of laughter. Bruce smiles back.

"So, will you try? You can have anything you want. I just need to see you take a few bites of something."

"Okay, daddy. Want...um... I want more soup please."

"You can have more soup," Bruce promises, running a hand through your sweatslick hair. He reminds himself to run you a bath in a couple hours. Maybe after a nap. "Do you want anything else?"

"Mmmyeah. Bedtime story?"

"Yeah," he says. "Any story you want, after we get some soup in you."

You smile again. It eases the knot of dread in Bruce's chest.

--

It gets worse.

Three days into it, your fever spikes in the middle of the night. You completely refuse any sort of food or drink all day, despite the angry growling of your stomach, and the family unanimously decides to bring you to the hospital in the morning to get looked at. Dinner without you is full of worry and tense glances toward the family wing, and it seems like not a lot of sleep is going to be had before they find out the total extent of your illness.

When tossing and turning in bed for a few hours doesn't lead him anywhere, Damian decides to give in to the nagging in the back of his head and pop in your room to check on you. He rushes to your bed when he sees you seizing and gasping for breath. Your temperature's shot up to a hundred and six and you don't react when he tries to shake you awake.

Fearful and, for once, feeling every bit the child he still is, he clutches your body to his chest and screams.

"BABAA!!"

The door slams open in seconds, though to him it feels like an eternity. Hal and Jason are coaxing Damian to let go of you and Bruce climbs on the bed to roll you onto your side, carefully wiping the foam and drool away from your mouth while he checks your vitals. Tim is in the hallway calling 9-1-1 and texting Dick to let him know what's happening.

"Dami, you gotta move," Jason says, placing his hands overtop his brother's. Damian's grip on your arm is so tight it's bruising. "Let go, they're okay. Let go."

"I'm tracking their pulse, you dumb bastard!" Damian snaps. "Release me!"

"You're hurting them, Dames," Hal says in his ear, wrapping his arms around Damian's waist. "Bruce has them, now. You have to let go and get out of the way for the paramedics."

Green eyes snap to your arm. He seems to finally take stock of what he's doing and eases off, letting Hal pick him up and pass him off to Jason, who carries him into the hallway.

"Stay out here," Jason says. "It's our job to keep out of the way for now."

"Who's going to let the paramedics in?" Damian asks, trying to pry himself out of Jason's grip. As much as he tries to crane his neck, Jason's standing too far away from your door to let him see how you're doing, and his iron grip is unyielding.

"Alfred's by the gate controls, he'll let them inside."

Tim gets off the phone with the emergency dispatcher and glances at your door with a frown. Every hitching gasp and choke you make can be heard from the hall, along with Bruce and Hal's barely-concealed, panicked murmuring, and he crosses his arms tightly and shuffles over to Jason now that his task is done.

"Can we wait downstairs?" He mutters. Jason keeps one arm wrapped around Damian and slings the other around Tim's shoulders, guiding them to the staircase.

"I want to stay!" Damian insists, pulling against Jason, who ends up needing to sling the little assassin over his shoulder to get him to move. "Todd!!"

"Robin," Jason snaps in his best Batman impersonation. It's a damn good one, because Damian quiets immediately, stiffening in his arms and ceasing his struggling without further protest. Tim freezes beside him, but Jason just pats his back and keeps guiding him down the stairs.

The trio is quiet as they file into the main living room. Jason and Tim sit on the couch and Damian gets propped up in his brother's lap. Try as he might, he can't wiggle out of Jason's arms.

"This is asinine," he hisses. "I should be up there."

"Doin' what?" Jason asks. "Bruce and Hal are both in there with Mousey. Alfred's about to guide the EMTs inside. Tim called 911 and then told Dick the situation. You were the one that first found 'em and got help."

Jason gives Damian a squeeze, propping his chin on top of his head.

"You saved their life, Damian. Ya don't need to do more than that right now. Let the grown-ups take the reins for a while."

"But I —"

"You've done more than enough," Jason insists, not unkindly. His tone has been uncharacteristically soft the whole time, Damian realizes belatedly. "I'm sure they'll thank you when they come out the other side of this."

Damian didn't do it for your thanks. He did it because he loves you. Despite you quickly approaching the age where Bruce might offer you the Robin mantle soon, which has filled him with more anxiety and anger than he's had in a long time, he loves you dearly and doesn't want anything to befall you.

In spite of everything, he's your big brother and he loves you just as much as he can't stand you.

"They will be fine," he mutters firmly. "There's no alternative."

"Right," Tim speaks up. He sounds like he needs the reassurance just as much as Damian. "M is gonna be okay."

The three of them turn their heads when several pairs of footsteps enter the vestibule. Four paramedics rush in with a stretcher and duffel bags of medical equipment. Alfred orders them in the direction of your bedroom with simple, firm instructions, and they head off.

The butler then turns, spotting them out of his periphery, and he clears his throat and adjusts the belt around his robe. He's still in his sleepwear, having rushed out of bed to help prep for the emergency like everyone else.

"I've had my fair share of exciting nights," he comments, "but I must say, they never become more enjoyable. Why don't you all join me in the kitchen and I'll prepare some drinks? Hot chocolate should suffice on a chilly evening."

"Sounds fantastic," Jason says, hopping to his feet. He lifts Damian up with him, denying him the chance to refuse, and with a glance and jerk of his chin, coaxes Tim to get up and follow after.

"Put me down," Damian says, reaching up to tug on Jason's night shirt. "I won't run back upstairs. I swear."

"Yeah? You double-swear? Don't make me chase you, kid, I really do not have the patience."

"On Father's life," he insists.

Jason sets him on the floor. Damian follows them into the kitchen and takes a seat at the island, cupping his hands around a warm mug of hot cocoa when Alfred hands it to him a couple minutes later. He watches the wisps of steam curl up into the air and dissipate, unable to stop thinking about your writhing body in bed. Your eyes had rolled back and your limbs had locked up, jerking uncontrollably. And the noises you were making...

The mug gives a foreboding creak under his grip. Alfred gently places his hand on Damian's back and gives it several soft pats.

"Do not fret, master Damian," he says, "our little Flittermouse is very resilient. An illness turning poorly won't keep them down for long."

"I know," he says. Alfred nods, and with a final brush against his shoulder, tends to Tim next to ensure he's also doing okay. When Damian looks at Jason, he sees him calmly drinking from his mug without so much as a furrow in his brow. But there's an almost imperceptible ricketing noise that means he's bouncing his leg nervously. It makes his stomach twist almost painfully, to know he's just as scared as everybody else.

Damian takes a deep breath. He sips his coco. He thinks of the froth pouring out of your mouth when Bruce rolled you into the recovery position. He puts the mug down.

He knows you'll be okay. You have to, because he just can't live with the alternative.

[snickerdoodlebaby]

Eat It - Namgyu x reader SMUT [pt.2]

This is part 2/2

Part 1 is here

Warnings: SMUT, dark themes, dub-con, dumbification, humiliation, spitting, v penetration, he steps on you, Namgyu is a sadist

Enjoy the filthiness ♡

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

Your cheeks burn at his words and you’re sure your face is bright red right now. Eat it. Does he actually expect you to bend down and humiliate yourself like that?

“If you want your food so bad, lick it off the fucking floor.”

He was one hundred percent serious.

You’re trembling in fright and embarrassment as you lower yourself to the floor. He stares down at you and you wonder if he actually expected you to do it or not — you can never read him. Everything in your nature was screaming obedience, the eye contact with him from that kneeling position at his feet cemented that feeling even more.

He scoffed above you.

“Wow.” He marveled quietly at how easy it was to control you. What a pathetic excuse for a person you were. You then lower your shoulders to the ground, splaying your hands out on the cold concrete to balance yourself like a dog.

Your tongue tentatively pokes out and licks up some rice. You tried to ignore the fact that it looked dirty. Tears welled up in your eyes as you swallowed it and looked up at him. He was looming over you, a dark shadow over his face, to get a better look at you.

Right now you were very grateful that the two of you were out of view from the other players.

“What, full already little doggy?” He said when he noticed your hesitancy, raising his eyebrows mockingly at you. He wondered how far he could push you, what else would you do? He was getting so fucking hard at the thought. The sight of your runny mascara wasn’t helping in that department either.

“You need something to wash it down, huh? Didn't taste too good??” He spoke in a degrading tone and took a step closer to you. He was now directly above your kneeling form, your neck craned all the way back to look up at him. Pieces of his soft black hair fell from behind his ears and in front of his face.

“Open your mouth.” The instruction was simple, but your brain still short-circuited at it. What? There were no thoughts in your empty brain except for obeying your tormentor and the warm buzz of humiliation, so when your mouth fell open dumbly, he grinned.

Your silly head couldn’t comprehend what he was doing when he pursed his lips. The recognition hit you when a big blob of spit fell onto your tongue. You whined and keened up at him, your damp eyelashes fluttering. It was warm and beginning to slide down your throat and chin, the action caused an intense throb between your legs. You looked into his eyes and swallowed it on instinct. Not all of it made it in, some droplets dribbling onto your shirt and his shoes.

You winced at how dirty you felt just then.

The look on his face was almost psychotic. A dangerous realization hit Namgyu then. You’d really let him do anything to you.

All reservations flew out the window for him. He nudges your knee with his shoe. “Clean that up, cunt. You got my shoe dirty.” Your will was hardly there at this point because you bent down immediately, like a trained puppy. Your tongue hits the dirty rubber and laps up the spit there, now cold.

Your urge to cry returns again when he tries to shove it more into your slobbery dirty mouth to see you coat it in your saliva. His shoe suddenly disappears from the ground beneath you as he moves to press it slowly on top of your head.

The dirty sole was messing up your hair as he shoved your face into the cold cement flooring. “There’s no brain in there, is there?” You moan unabashedly as Namgyu steps on you. He’s exasperated.

“Hahh…That’s so fucked. Why are the quiet girls always the fucking freaks?” If you were thinking straight you’d realize what a hypocrite he was. His dick was pressing painfully against his sweats, and your panties clung to your heat with how drenched they were. I guess you were both freaks.

~~~

After lunch time you didn’t want to show your face ever again. It’s not like anyone saw what happened between you two, but the realization of how much of a mental chokehold Namgyu had on you terrified you. You saw how much he enjoyed making you suffer at his hand, that was obvious. But you had no idea you’d feel so good being on the receiving end.

You were questioning what the fuck was wrong with you.

These frightening thoughts raced in your head as the lights turned off in the large room, and your head sunk into your pillow. Maybe you could just hide under your blanket in your bunk bed forever.

Namgyu couldn’t resist the pull to you, and you put up no fight whatsoever. That’s why an hour later you’re pressed against the back wall in bed while he’s fucking a cold glass bottle in and out of your cunt. The one each player was given for lunch earlier, but emptied of its contents.

His black eyes are dialed in on your contorting face, carefully watching every wince and whimper you make. You mewled as he pushed the bottle in too deep, instinctually reaching down to push it out. He slapped your hand away swiftly and gripped your thighs apart with aggressive vigor.

“Take it. Take it up your greedy cunt.” His voice was low and hot against your face. His expression was crazed. Namgyu was in awe at how fantastic it felt to break you. How moldable and easy you were, he can’t take his eyes off you as he’s causing you pain and pleasure, your wet teary face and pink cheeks make him impossibly hard. Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked so desperate, he wanted to ruin your appearance even more. The way you whimpered and cried when he was mean to you?

God it turned him on.

You bit the back of your hand, trying to silence yourself and halfway succeeding. Your pussy clenched around the neck of the bottle at the thought of someone waking up and seeing you in this pathetic state. Namgyu’s frame was hunched over you, giving you a little bit of cover.

If someone looked over at your bunk all they’d see is Namgyu bent over and flexing his arm back and forth. What they would hear is embarrassing wet squelching, the sound made your ears burn and fresh tears roll down your cheeks. He suddenly pulls the bottle out of you with a pop. The veins on his hands prominent as he holds it up to your face to force you to have a look.

It was glossy and dripping with your slick all the way down to his fingers.

You whine in embarrassment and he shoves your hand away from your face, replacing it with his own sweaty palm to shut you up. His warm tongue slides up your cheek, tasting your salty tears as he groans low in his chest.

He loves playing with you, he’s giddy, he’s gleeful — ecstatic with the knowledge that there’s NOTHING you won’t let him do.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

Thanks for your reading & support! I have a smut blurb about Thanos up next, and lots more ideas with Namgyu ❤︎

[rosietoesy]

Fever Pitch

Summary: After what happened at Graduation, Wally wanted to make sure you were okay.

Wally Clark x Reader 18+ MDNI

CW: Fluff and smut with a smidgen of angst, unprotected sex, cream pies.

A/N: Thank you, @whoopsyeahokay, for letting me bounce ideas off of you for this. Depending on how well this fic does, there is a possible backstory fic on the reader.

Wally was searching all over the school to try and find you. After what he witnessed at the graduation ceremony. He couldn't believe that they had skipped you during the in memoriam section of the ceremony before they started calling the names of the graduates. His excitement turned into anger. He couldn't believe that happened, in his seat in the 1950's gymnasium of the upper part of the bleachers, he turned to where he saw you sitting, he was going to offer you comfort, but he failed to notice that you were already gone.

He checked almost everywhere in the school, classrooms, library, and cafeteria. He even went to check the dark room in the photography classroom, but no luck. Then it hit him, there was only one other place that he could possibly check to see if you were there, but he wasn't too sure because who really wants to go back to the place where you died? He exited the school & made his way over to the baseball field. He could make out a blob of a shadow as he was walking to it, but once he got closer to the diamond. He recognized you were there, laying out in the outfield near the area where you died. He noticed that you were looking up at the stars in the sky.

He debated if he wanted to approach you or give you space. Ultimately, he decided to approach you carefully without scaring you. You heard footsteps by your head and didn't look behind you to acknowledge the person there. Wally shifted the weight of his feet and was biting his tongue on what to say. You were getting irritated at whoever was standing there was just staring at you. You get ready to open your mouth to tell them to fuck off, only to have Wally beat you to speaking first. “Mind if I joined you?” He asked. You really didn't want anyone to join you or give you pity. You closed your eyes, not saying anything. In your head you were really pondering over whether or not you should accept his offer. With the silence so long, you thought he would have left by now. But with you opening your eyes and glancing behind your head. You saw his feet still there. “Fine.” You replied agitated and Wally took that as a small victory and laid right next to you on the ground. Again, silence filled between y'all and it was nice but also suffocating. After what felt like forever Wally asked “Are you okay?” Sure it seemed silly to ask that since you're both dead and trapped in the school, but he didn't know how much of the ceremony you saw. “I'm doing okay as much as I can while being dead.” You answered. “How much of the ceremony did you see?” He wondered, just wanting to be sure how to proceed forward. You chuckled “I left before they started memoriam. Who wants to hear about a nobody after listening to the life of a star football player?” His expression changed to sadness and his heart broke for you. “I do.” He said. “Yeah, right.” You laughed back in response. He turned to face you and gently reached out to you to turn you to face him as he spoke, he wanted you to see the seriousness in his eyes and face when he said the next thing he was going to. “I'm serious, I really do want to know about you. I've always noticed you since Sophomore year.” He paused to gather his thoughts and you looked at him with confusion on your face. “Ever since the first football game of sophomore year, I noticed you right away. You've been to every football game not missing one except one time during junior year.” He quietly spoke. You really stared at him hard. “You noticed me?” you questioned. “Of course, I did.” He chuckled. “ I thought you were the most beautiful girl in our year back then, still do actually.” He said so casually.

Heat crept on your cheeks or what you thought was heat, you weren't so sure with this whole being dead thing. Soft conversations followed between you after that. Just talking about everything and nothing. Wally noticed some of your hair fell in front of your eyes when you threw your head back in laughter. He moved closer to you and tucked that piece of hair behind your ear. It was definitely heat alright that you felt radiate from Wally's hands being in close proximity. His eyes were locked on yours, and his movement paused. His baby brown cow eyes glanced down to your lips and back to your eyes several times. Trembling in his hold as the warm Wisconsin winds blew over, yeah. You both were slowly moving towards each other and with your lips barely touching. Wally breathes out “Can I kiss you?” Your breath hitches, and you close the space between you. Too afraid of what your voice would sound like. The kiss was everything and more. Slow at first but rapidly gaining speed.

You both separate from each other to catch your breath. It was silent again, but the good kind. Foreheads resting against each other and trying to regulate your breathing. Once you both were at a relaxed pace, he carefully lifted his forehead from yours just so he could look into your eyes. In a husky voice, Wally spoke, “ Wow, that was amazing.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him. With that, he pulls you closer to him. Chest to chest, body to body . You gasped at his boldness. He nuzzles his nose into your cheek and lets out a whine “ Please, let me celebrate your accomplishment?” His hips started to roll into yours. You glanced at him, confused about what in the hell he's talking about. Until you remember what tonight actually was. “Don't you mean our accomplishment?” You said while cupping his cheeks in your hand and giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. Wally's eyes flickered shut, & a deep moan left his lips at that.

He had to have you and vice versa. You climbed on top of him, straddling him. Your hands went under your dress, lifting it up and over your head. Wally's eyes widen and another groan left his lips “Fuck!” He couldn't believe that he had the girl he admired since Sophomore year on top of him in only your panties. His hands flew to your hips and gave it a gentle squeeze. In a mocking tone you asked “Ya gonna take off your top big guy?” with a roll of your hips against his. He nodded his head so fast and removed his hands from your hips to lift his shirt over his head. He carefully maneuvered you further down his lap so he could sit up and take off his shirt.

Once his shirt was off, he laid back down and moved you back to where you were straddling him. Your nails run down his chest and stomach, leaving faint marks in its wake. Goosebumps broke out on his arms, and a soft whimper followed. Sliding further down his legs so you could unbutton his slacks. Slowly and painfully removing them off him, just leaving him in his boxers now. Wally's body jolted in surprise when he felt you leaving open mouth kisses down his v-line of hips. His breathing was coming in shallow and stuttering. He honestly couldn't believe that this was happening to him. It didn't seem real to him. It seemed like another dream he was having about you. It wasn't until he felt your fingers wrap around the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down that this was not, in fact, a dream, but reality. A gasp left your lips as you his is cock spring up from the confines of his boxers and hitting his stomach. Wally's face instantly warmed and could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and ears.

Making your way back up his body and one hand wrapped around his cock. Softly stroking him while you leaned down and captured his lips with yours. He felt like he was in heaven, his hands went around your waist pulling you closer to him. “Wally?” You whispered. He grunted in reply, waiting to hear what you have to say to him. “Can I ride you, Mr. Graduate?” You asked. Wally whined and replied “Yes, absolutely yes.” You carefully sat up right and leaned back on to Wally, pulling off your panties. “Holy fuck.” He moaned out, getting a perfect view of your pussy on display for him. You kept your legs opened just for a little longer, giving him a great view of your pussy.

You delicately maneuvered yourself to a hovering position. One hand grasps his cock, while the other is placed on his leg to provide balance. You run his tip between the folds of your pussy, letting it get wet from you. Sighs and moans flew from both of your lips and it wasn't until his tip caught on to the entrance of your pussy that you decided enough was enough and stunk down on him. A loud drawn out moan from both of you leaves your body. You paused just for a short moment to adjust to his size. Once you felt comfortable you did an experimental roll of your hips. A moan left Wally's lips and his hands made it back to your hips. Taking that as a sign to move forward, you began to bounce on his cock. Moans left both of your lips wildly into the starry night.

You started speeding up to help further along the process of getting closer to cum. His hands took on a harsher grip to your hips which pulled you into a stop. Pouting down at him a little confused “Why did you stop?” You asked. He didn't answer, instead he moved his legs into a bent up right position making sure to plant his feet in the ground. He had a harder grip on your hips and began to harshly bucking up into you so that way you both could cum faster. The change of position and speed was absolutely need and sending you closer to the edge as possible. The tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over again. “Wally, I'm so fucking close.” You whined to him. He lifted one hand from your hip and moved it to work on your clit to help you fall off the edge so much faster. His finger was moving in rapid session and in time with his hips bucking into you.

You cry out his name while cumming and hitting your high. Wally himself was almost there and feeling your pussy squeezing down on him took him over the edge. He held you down on him and threw his head back a long, loud moan of your name ripped through his throat, while his cum spilled into you. Ragged breaths filled the atmosphere and Wally gently pulled you down on top of him. His arms wrapping around you and holding you close. Eventually, both of your breathing evened out, and his fingers were running down your back, calming you down from y'all highs.

A barely audible thank you left your lips. “What?” Wally asked. “Thank you.” You repeated breathlessly. Wally was confused and asked “For?” “Obviously for mind altering sex.” You giggled out, and Wally squeezed your sides in response to your silliness. “In all seriousness, though, thank you for checking in on me.” You told him. “ Of course.” He replied by placing a kiss on your head. He held you closer so he lean over and reach for his letterman to wrap it around the both of you while you stayed in each other's arms for a little while longer under the stars on the baseball diamond.

[theladyheroine]

🥞 Pancakes 🥞

Movie! Shadow x Platonic! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Cozy, Silly

Word Count: 1,503 words

⚠️ Warning: None, except little embarrassment

Summary: Hi guys! I got excited about my last Shadow fic so I wrote another one! The songs I used are this one & this one btw, but this fic is more casual than the previous one so it’s much shorter too. Inspired by when my Mom recently caught me dancing (lol).

I want to spend my life 

With a girl like you!

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba,

Faint words filtered through Shadow’s ears as his eyelids fluttered open. It took him a while to fully realize he was awake, but thankfully he didn’t feel too heavy. He rested for a minute before sitting up and scooting over to the bedside. 

It wasn’t very bright, surprisingly. He saw the blinds had been left open and the dark gray sky filtered over the room. Raindrops scattered across glass, making a rhythmic noise, but it felt nice. 

Till that time has come, 

That we might live as one!

Can I dance with you?

Perking up at the cool words, he shuffled his way towards the door and into the hallway. The sound grew louder before Shadow realized it was music playing, and a buttery smell accompanied it. 

Most of the lights were off since it wasn’t exactly dark out, but only one or two yellow lights shone above the kitchen stove. With you moving and swaying there in a very strange manner. Shadow would hardly call it dancing: you were just bobbing up and down, tossing your head and holding a spatula to your face. If he didn’t know you prior he would’ve thought you looked foolish. But you were his friend now, he wasn’t about to judge. 

Girl, why should it be 

That you don't notice me?

“Can I dance with you?— OhmygoshShadow!!"

You yelped loudly as you quickly jolted back, surprised— and embarrassed— to find Shadow standing behind you. Your spatula knocked into a bowl of pancake batter, sending a blob of beige-white goo down to the floor. 

“Ohshoot-sorry! I didn’t see you there bud!” 

“No, I should’ve said something.” 

You rushed to grab a paper towel and swipe the batter off your tiles, but Shadow beat you to it. 

“Nah, it’s all good! I should’ve been paying attention.” You chuckled and grabbed another one, soaking it under the sink then cleaned any excess mush. 

“Is that The Troggs playing?” Shadow asked, tossing the mess into the trash can. 

You quickly lowered the stove temperature and nodded, “Yup! They’re awesome huh! I love their songs.” 

You were about to scoop up some more batter, then paused for a minute. 

“Wait—You know The Troggs?!” You exclaimed, swinging your face back around. 

“Mmhmm,” Shadow nodded. “I’ve heard only one song, until now.”

You gave a mental “huh” before going back to your pancakes. Even hedgehogs had good taste in music. Who knew?

It had been a full month now since Shadow started living with you, and even without teleportation, he still had ways of surprising you.  

You were home all day since it was the weekend, but Shadow had spent most of his time in his room. He usually did; if you weren’t up and about neither was he. In a way, he was like your own little shadow. You never pressed what he did alone, but judging by his expression, he had just woken up from a nap. 

“What are you doing?” Shadow peered over the counter, quills twitching with curiosity.

“Just makin’ some pancakes. They’re a little crispy though.” 

You slid a slightly burnt piece onto a plate. The pretty golden circles stood in a short stack and gave off an amazing smell. You could see Shadow lean closer as his red eyes grew bigger. 

“They’re…pancakes?” He stated his words as if asking a question, but to himself. Which made you curious. 

“Yep! I know it’s weird having breakfast for lunch, but I wanted to make something different this time.” 

“Uh huh.” He drawled. “They smell nice.”

His brows scrunched up and down, spreading more confusion across his face as Shadow watched the pan sizzle. Pancakes seemed like such an alien concept to him, ironically. 

“Shadow?” You asked. “Have you ever had a pancake before?” 

He paused again, but shook his head. “No. Are they any good?”

“Uh–yes!! They’re delicious!” 

To say you were surprised was an understatement: how could he not know about pancakes? 

Until the realization hit you that he probably hasn’t even seen pancakes before. You didn’t know where Shadow came from, and have avoided mentioning it in the past. Even after you became friends. In all that time spent together, you hardly knew a thing about him. And he still seemed reluctant to share. 

Movement shook you from your daze as Shadow picked up your spatula, poking the goo in the bowl like a little kid. His story would have to wait for another day. Your top priority: showing him the best brunch ever. 

Life could be a dream! Life could be a dream!

Do do do do, SH-Boom!

Your phone quickly changed its tune as The Chords started playing. It couldn’t have picked a more perfect song. 

“Why don’t you give this a try Shadow!” You scooted the pan closer to him, turning off the heat and switching it to the other side. 

“Me?” He fumbled with the spatula. 

“Yea, why not! Don’t worry I’ll help you.” You gave a cheeky grin, “Besides, it’ll be fun to learn. Right?”

Shadow opened his mouth to reply, but shut it quickly. You had always made meals for him, or either helped him make them. Even when you were gone there’d always be something from the previous night, or wrapped up in plastic. 

But you had a point, he couldn’t rely on you for everything. Especially now. If he was going to stay, he’d have to start pulling his weight around. 

“Alright,” He tugged back his gloves and set himself behind the stove. “I’m ready.”

You poured a cup of batter into the pan. For such a serious character, he looked so adorable.

You two waited for a few minutes before you set your hand on his arm, helping him flip the pancake to the other side. It shifted a little, making tiny splatters, but the color was perfect. For the second one you let him do it himself, and it looked far better than the first.

Life could be a dream! SH-Boom!

If I could take you to a paradise up above,

SH-Boom! And tell me darling, 

“I’m the only one that you love!” You shimmied back and forth to the music as Shadow continued to pour and flip the batter. 

For a first timer he was doing incredibly well! Fast even; his pancakes came out looking far better than yours! To which Shadow claimed could only come natural to him. You shot a surprised look, but you were happy seeing him loosen up. After a little while, Shadow even joined in your silly dance moves. His shoes tapped along to the beat, and you could see his body bouncing as he mouthed the lyrics. You tried giving him a little bump of encouragement, til he stopped and looked at you strangely. 

“Wow!” You coughed, “You’re really getting the hang of this bud.” 

Shadow rolled his eyes but he kept smiling. “Thanks. This is..easier than I expected.” 

After a short while, you two had a full stack of pancakes. You quickly shut off the stove and tossed the bowl into the sink. Maneuvering the food to the countertop, you pulled out two little plates. You were about to grab the butter, but Shadow beat you once again. 

“Can I do it?” The container looked so small in his big hands. 

You nodded and found a plastic knife in the drawers. Leaving Shadow to butter the pancakes while you looked for the syrup. 

You came back from the pantry with a tall bottle in your hands, and to say Shadow was amazed was a clear understatement. The light in his eyes when the dark syrup trickled down the edible tower was enough to brighten any room. 

You two settled at the table, plates in hand. Meals were typically had together nowadays, but each time it felt different somehow. Shadow had come a long way, going from a worrisome little thing to a happy hedgehog! And you couldn’t be prouder.

“‘Kay bud, dig in!” You pushed your fork into the food and Shadow did the same, cutting it into bite sized pieces. 

Everything seemed normal, until after a few bites Shadow stopped. He just sat there, chewing, but his expression quickly changed. It wasn't confusion, more like—a blank expression? 

“Shadow?” You said through your food. “You doin’ okay there?”

Oh how you hoped he didn’t grab the burnt one.

In an instant, Shadow took a larger piece and shoved it in his mouth. He only half chewed before doing the same thing. He did this three more times and it took him about a minute to finish half the plate. 

Syrup coated his mouth, and he swallowed hard before speaking. “You were right. Pancakes are the superior choice.” 

That was all he said before stuffing his face again. 

“Yea-I-erm—yea! Well, I’m glad you like them!” 

You rushed over to sink and grabbed a cup of water. Thinking next time, you should just make eggs instead.

❣️—THE END—❣️

[nectardaddy]

SEE ME LIKE I SEE YOU . . . yukimiya kenyu + reader

warnings/notes : gn reader, written in second person (you/yours), hurt/comfort, yukimiya backstory spoilers, in my head they're an older couple in this, blindness/visual impairment, unedited I'm sorry this came to me in a vision and I had to write it, use of the pet name “angel”

Yukimiya can't remember what you look like. 

Through years of shared glances, stolen moments, and graced presence, he can feel the image of you slip through his fingers like sand with every day that passes. At night, he stares at the ceiling, an inky blackness mingling with the very few shadows his eyes allow him to see, unable to fall asleep next to you. Whenever he thinks of you, he's met with the haunting picture of an undefined figure and fuzzy edges; you're indescribable as he gnashes and claws at his mind to remember just one thing. 

He knows what you look like underneath his finger tips. How there's lines beginning to take root on the corners of your mouth from smiling at him all these years, how your nose crinkles and you get goosebumps when his hands are cold, he knows your face gets hot when he gently traces over your features so he doesn't forget - but he has, and it makes him want to heave.

Yukimiya's sight is nearly nothing but shadows.

He leaves lights on, despite your protests for saving money on the electric bill, just to have a slice of normality. He's memorized the layout of the apartment, and every piece of furniture and knick knack there is so he doesn't run into them; although, his knees are still bruised regardless, because his memory is often skewed by two inches to the left. He knows what your shadow looks like; where your height lands next to the door frame, can tell what shoes you're wearing from the height difference if there's enough light to see, and knows what clothes you're wearing based on your silhouette alone.

It leaves a bitter taste in the back of his throat over the notion he doesn't remember you to a tee. 

The pictures he used to fawn over are now lost to time. Framed photos on shared walls collect dust, as he can't even remember what he truly looks like either. He can't remember the silly faces you made at him when you caught him staring, how you'd look at him in adoration despite the sweat dripping off of him from football, nor can he remember his favorite picture of the two of you that still remains his lock screen picture - it's him and an undefined blob, frayed edges, and inky blackness. 

“Kenyu?” Your voice is soft, gravelly from sleep, and holds a concern that makes his heart sink even further. You've realized he's still awake, staring up at nothing instead of sleeping. “Why’re you still up?”

There's a split second where he wants to spill his guts. To divulge all his sorrowful thoughts about the mourning of a person who still lays next to him. But the man only smiles gently, and lets out a small breath; he'd never tell how he truly felt about the loss of such a precious memory. Because to him, he'd lose you all together if he did. “Can't sleep.”

“Again?” He feels the bed dip down as you shift closer to him, now turning around to face him and your breath tickles his neck. There's a warmth on his chest that pulls him out of a state of shock; you're warm against him, and he's suddenly shot back to being a child again when his mother would console him. “What's that pretty head of yours thinking about at 3AM anyway?” 

He pauses as his fingertips find your cheek; he's gotten particularly good at finding you in the dark, as that's how he feels he lives his life most days. “A little bit of everything, I guess?” He follows with a half hearted laugh that stings when it hits your ears. “Go back to sleep, angel.” 

He hears you hum, and he closes his eyes. The man knows he's an awful liar, especially to you, and the hum always follows with a declaration of being caught. “How can I sleep knowing you're awake, racking your brain?” There's a certain sense of care to the question, despite the groggy tone, that makes his heart feel a little less war torn. 

“I miss seeing you.”

The words leave his lips a little too quickly, absentmindedly blurting out his own thoughts from lack of sleep and a downtrodden mind. And instantly he wants to take them back, to retract the words from the universe and forget they ever happened. But he hears another hum, and he feels his heart beat out of his chest. 

You know what he means when the words hit your ears, you're not stupid enough to tell him he sees you every day. All he wishes, if he had one chance, was to glance at you like he did the first time you met and fall in love with you all over again. But the cruel reality hits you in the chest, as you can't bring back his sight nor fully understand his disposition. 

“Then, see me.”

His hands are cold when you take them in your own, perpetually chilling you with every fleeting touch. There's a sliver of light in the room from the curtain that wasn't pulled far enough on the bedroom window, and it allows you to see his brows scrunch in confusion. He can't tell what you're doing, but trusts you all the same as you sit up. 

“What are you-?” But he's cut off when you give him a small tug, silently asking for him to sit up with you as well. He does, and you smile. 

He feels you press his own hands to your cheeks, feels your breath tickle his hands from the sudden inhale from the cold, and feels you smile, your lips pulling upward underneath the pads of his fingers. “Touch every part of me if you have to, but I want you to see me.” 

[newkatzkafe2023]

Have ya ever play Cookie Run Kingdom????

If so...

Can ya please make a post about The Monkey Kings meeting a Y/N who's like Shadow Milk Cookie???? Little blue blob of a jester is so chaotic I love him

I will always remember cookie run kingdom they were all so cute😉

(Lmk Wukong) Wow you are just so tricky and can be obnoxious, as well as cruel however something tells him that's a front. Wukong eventually gets you to open up to him in your courting period and he learns about imprisonment and how it broke you that dispite your vast knowledge people still lied to themselves. Wukong hated how you were taken for granted and decided to ask you for another story making you fly into performer mode, acting eccentric and imaginative. Not to mention your constant story telling reminds him of macaque but somehow way more sinister.

(NR Wukong) Oh Wukong adores you more then anything in the world, you were always Quirky and imaginative so it's fun spending time with you. Your loud, silly, and full of chaos your his dream gal getting into all sorts of trouble and mayhem together. Dispite You both would share depressive days together because of you remembering your imprisonment in the silver tree and Wukong's disappointment in the world around him. So you cheer him and yourself up with some fun story telling about your handsome husband and his beautiful wife you.

(HIB Wukong) Oh jeez, Wukong thinks you're a whole ass clown literally, with your tricks and dramatic ass storytelling. It gets worse when you involve Luier and Silly Girl, often inviting the two to cause a bit of mischief with you. You can be a bit of a nuisance to Wukong but he learned about your backstory once, and well help you find some kind of peace and help you stay calm. He really loves you and your stories just has a hard time showing it. You can be a bit childish and cartoonish you can get serious and scary at the drop of your hat, your the only one who can trick and deceive your hubby but if anyone else dare to do that, well may God have mercy on there souls.

(MKR Wukong) You would drive him insain with your tricks and riddles, it pisses him off sometimes. Not to mention if Wukong were to make you angry well that's doomsday for him, you both would fight constantly but with this you both began to open up to each other. Sharing all the bad things that happened to you both especially the fact that you were both trapped by people stronger then you. Granted you both still taunt each other but over time you both grow closer and you get kinda kinder to him. Wukong deep down loves you even with your dramatic and eccentricity and besides what's wrong with a bit of chaos.

(Netflix Wukong) He always loves hearing your stories like a small child listening to your narration. Your both causing chaos and be a force to be reckon with especially on the battlefield, as we taunt and mess with your enemies and love to manipulate anyone who mess with you and your husband. You are smart enough to keep your cruelty hidden from Wukong especially when it's triggered by your wrath. You love to lovingly annoy Wukong with Riddles and Tricks but nothing horrible, just inconvenient. Your Wukong's partner in crime no matter what.

(BMW Wukong) Wow, he understands you better than anybody, especially with the whole being trapped it's a touchy subject, and you would get angry because of it. However, your husband is endlessly patient with you and loves to join you and causing chaos, not to mention your both story tellers. In fact you would always add flare and pizzazz to all his stories making your husband sound greater then ever, your husband loves your intelligence and imagination and he wouldn't change you for anything.

(Destined one) Yeah...the Destined one is the last demon to ever fall for your Deceit and Riddles. The Destined one very much loves your intelligence and all knowing knowledge but it's the fact that you, constantly Lie to him and try to deceive him. The Destined one is the only one who can come you down when you suddenly fly into a fit of rage, but the Destined one makes for a good listening ears for you and your stories. He also sympathies with you and tells you how his older brother Wukong was trapped under a mountain, and he becomes supporting system for you.

(Lotmk Wukong) Oh boi he honestly feels bad for you especially learning how you were trapped in a tree for a whole millennia. You can pretend to not be bothered by the whole thing but he's also someone who you can't easily lie too you know, Wukong would actively sit and listen to you tell your side of the stories. Dispite that he's sometimes easy for you to manipulate and you drag him to participate on in your storytelling, and eccentric behavior that would make Wukong's head spin at times but at least it's never a dull moment.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🍪

[heylavellan]

Happy Friday! For your Rook and Lucanis, maybe "do you want to hear what really happened?"

rescued this prompt from the depths of my hoard!! i just wanted to write lucanis just being besotted with rook, you know??

@highwayphantoms | @dadrunkwriting

thirty nine

rating: t

words: 380

additional notes: rook uses they/them. just a silly fluffy piece

Lucanis hummed into their kiss,  holding their shoulders as if Rook would disappear the moment he moved. With a shudder, his hands followed the slope of their shoulders, down to their hands. Carefully, he folded his hands into theirs. Never before had he craved someone's presence as he needed Rook.

When they finally pulled apart, he bravely bore the distance between them. Even though no one else was there to complain, it felt selfish to take more of them than was his right. "Wanna hear what really happened?" they grinned, squeezing his hands.

Oh, right. Before their expressive smile and shy lingering touches drew him into their lap they were telling some story about one of Viago's many breakups with Teia. "Of course," Lucanis agreed easily, resting their joined hands across his thighs.

"She was right. So I stole his trousers and replaced them with really tight golden leggings. Couldn't explain them to the other Talons," Rook whispered conspiratorily, their joy evident on their face. He briefly stared at one of their dark birthmarks. It almost looked like a fountain.

Using his thighs to lift himself up, he gently kissed the birthmark he'd been focusing on. In the distance, he heard Rook laughing at him and continuing to talk, their cadence soothing. »Number 17,« Spite unhelpfully supplied him. Lucanis scarcely bothered to double check Spite's count because the pair of them spent far more time admiring their face than either of the duo wanted to admit. The chance to recount the thirty nine marks on their face, to see the coarse hairs poking out their cheeks as their five o'clock shadow grew in, was one he would take every time.

He was on birthmark twenty two, a blob that reminded him of running paint, when his view was obscured by a kiss to his cheek. "Keep staring at me like that and I'll get a complex," they laughed. "I don't think you heard a word I said." A small blush on Antonio's cheeks were the only evidence that they were in any way bashful about the attention.

"I like your smile," he sighed dreamily, counting the last few marks on their face. He ran his fingers along the lighter skin of their palms, gripping their fingers. Maker was he blessed.

[hadleysmis]

Community!Les Misérables potential

Because I was given inspiration of Les Misérables and Community merge from @euphraisette. Mainly because of the casting idea for Marius being Danny Pudi, but I decided to run with it lmao

Welcome to the adventures of Community!Les Misérables:

^ The Barricade Boys finding a symbol and character that can rally people together. It turns out, it was just a Human Being Mascot.

What really brought people together wasn't the connection of desperate times calling for desperate measures; it was in fact a bland, unseasoned, blob of a White human being.

^ Grantaire, despite having done nothing but complain about progressive movements due to his cynicism in politics, becomes the face of the progressive movement due to his glaringly obvious sexuality.

It was unavoidable to know he was gay because Grantaire would often fall to his knees if Enjolras looked at him. One time he fell on his back, twitching and flapping about like a fish, because even Enjolras' shadows was "too much coolness" for him.

^ The People weren't ready ready to rise up and fight, in which Bahorel responded by throwing a chair through the window, yelling, "It's December 10th." As if that irrefutably justified the beginnings of a revolution.

It did however, surprisingly, incite the beginning of the June Rebellion this way. Collectively, people shrugged, nodded, then marched under the name of "December 10th."

Need the People be reminded, it was a June rebellion.

^ Upon being looked down on patronisingly, Marius (right) felt like his voice and opinions weren't being heard. Since nobody took him seriously, Courfeyrac (left) would rephrase his words. As he had ears tuned to him, and Enjolras actively listen and consider his words thoughtfully, Marius was glad he had a roommate like him.

As it turns out, Courfeyrac didn't like what he was saying. He just gave it time for Marius to realise how much his privilege blinded him. So, when his boyfriend spoke up, he would 'finish his sentence for him'.

^ Oh, Éponine's in this? Yes, she is. When she first discovered how to pickpocket in successive rates in subways, she proclaims that she had finally fallen in love.

When she had first learned how to read, she started to learn more rare or difficult or 'academic-only' words of which she had never heard before while growing up in the streets. This makes her pronounce words abnormally, creating situations in which she would say things like "I didn't notice you in my perry-feral vision."

^ Once Courfeyrac realised how silly but bonkers-funny of political takes Marius had, they decided to host a radio show to talk about their opinions. Despite it being radio, the two always dressed up formally for the situation and always sang their opening jingle live.

Luckily they had suits lying around because Marius kept buying them to impress a girl he had seen in a park. The small profit they would reel in with this radio always went towards Marius trying to woo a girl he liked as if he was a bird. Dare Courfeyrac say, a b0Oby. All he was missing were bright blue shoes for his formal attire.

^ Cosette, despite not being fully in the group, would often be recognised as being the heart of Les Amis, mainly because whenever she would be involved in their projects, her lack of boundaries and assertiveness for things going her way made people mistake her for a member who has always been in the rebellious group that is Les Amis.

She would sit close to Marius, and sometimes snatch a spare pen from Enjolras' pocket, but all of Les Amis liked her because she was so energetic and slap-sticky to be around. If they ever wanted nonsensical logic to deus ex machina the group of of trouble, all they needed was Cosette to be a part of the movement.

The whole group rejoiced when they found out Cosette and Marius was officially dating.

^ Javert tries to rap and convince everybody he was one of them as he tried to infiltrate the group.

^ When Marius woke up after having been put to coma after a devastating fight, he finds that his grandfather had taped pillows on all his limbs so he won't ever be hurt again.

He destroyed the house in his confused dread the moment he woke up. "What am I," He was reported screaming, "Who Am I?"

[uraniumnm333]

FUCK I just saw the new card leaks and HOLY SHIT

my first thought before talking about ANY of the cards is MAFUKASA ???? Ngl I always thought that the devs would just like Never Ever make them interact bc hash tag funny. THEY DO THO THEYRE LITERALLY TOGETHER IN AN UNTRAINED CARD (which I will talk about in a reblog)

anyways starting off

SHIZUKU 😍😍😍 See at Forst when I saw this one I was like “what everyone else got smth cool happening where’s shii’s paranormal experience” and then I saw the little ghost girl so 🔥also SHES SO PRETTYYYYY and lim hairstyle maybe ??? I honestly can’t tell who the three star is but I’m thinking it’s either shizuku or Tsukasa because. It is definitely not Rui.

Love him but got damn boy looks a little 🤓 w them glasses on. All in all absolutely no hate tho bc OH MY GODDD !!! Tsukasa cloning himself and holding a leaf normal. Also I love love love the setting sun colors in these bc they make the cards look so pretty !!! Also I thought one of the tsukasas wasn’t casting a shadow for a bit so I’m a goober. I also think they’re at a shrine but I’m to tired to explain (I just woke up)

I’m sorry but I have got to get this out of the way it looks like they copy and pasted her initial 2* head onto her body 💀 other than that tho IM IN LOVE !!!! I love the fact that she’s lookin so smug eating a candied apple,,,, and the scary moving blob of eyes behind her (which I’m thinking could represent her mom ???),,,,, hee school uniform,,,,,, the torii gates,,,

HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT !!!!! Ngl if this turns out to be real and not a leak that’s the new pfp. He looks so silly and there’s all the spirits around him and AAAAAA !!!! The skull behind him is whispering into his ear like “it’s me boy I’m the ps5” nah but the amount of DETAIL ????? I’m gonna cry if this is the 3*. Also he kind of looks like akito

[urbanshades-finest-osha-violator]

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[afreakingdork]

Hello Beautiful! Before I begin, I have to say I love you so much T-T I’ve been lurking in your shadows since the first chapter of A Crush To Much. I thought it was a one shot at first but was giddy when I saw a part 2, then part 3, then I went fucking nuts when I realized it was instead a multi chapter story! I’ve been stuck on you like a remora ever since.

Ok now my questions, please bear with me for we’re going waaay back here to the beginning of WS.

Even though it’s not from his perspective, we can see when Donnie interest begins to change with us the reader. But when does he transition from this person is intriguing to they are attractive (mentally, physically or both) and I want to fuck their brains out?

(Also, low key like to know if the other ((NOT)) brothers have so’s?)

… I had another ask but I can’t remember atm… OH I REMEMBER! We see Donnie finding his inner BootyShaker9000 (tears of pride and happiness) but will he ever discover his (canon) love Jupiter Jim?

Awwww! I'm so soft! I think I've been called beautiful like once in my whole life so right off the bat you liquefied me! Gosh! You can't my first post! I'm so honored to have had you around all this time! Thank you for reaching out!!

Alright, let's see what I got for you!

So I have written what I like to call my Midnight Sun, which is a summary of the beginning of Weak Spot from Donnie's perspective (the name comes from Midnight Sun aka the Twilight book that does the same from Edward's perspective, so I gift you this:

So like the companion comic, Donnie doesn't 'see' other people anymore; they're just blobs. When reader sasses him about the sandwich it's the first time he 'glimpses' someone in years and that makes him curious. From there, the first meeting is him basically watching a hyperactive puppy vie for his attention the whole time which he pities. The thing is, reader isn't just that though. They're intuitive and, several times, he finds them reading his cues which he didn't think should have been obvious. It leaves him impressed and curious enough to test this anomaly again. Chapter 2 was a test in that he upped the stakes to see how reader would act outside their element (aka shop they're familiar with). The chip thing was not apart of the equation though. He only quizzes them over it because he saw them freaking out. Again, the conversation doesn't go as planned. This hasn't happened in years. Everyone has been so terribly predictable up until this point. When reader asks him if he likes eggs, that was the deciding moment for him. It was completely out of left field, but most of all, it was fucking earnest. Reader didn't want the conversation to end so they asked something wild, but, at the same time, it happened to be something they genuinely wanted to know. How could anyone want to know anything so banal and asinine about him? It was then he realized he was interested in more them as an more than anomaly. From there everything is an upward trend from that revelation~

This has been added to since; we know from chapter 49 that Donnie revealed he first realized he was down bad and had recorded a record of his feelings for reader back in chapter 8. I think that taking all that into account and the fact that Donnie was fighting for his life to finish the dinner in chapter 9 that it was safe to say he was just as attracted to reader as reader was to him by their first real date.

The other bros do not currently have SO's! Leo I'm saving for something special, Raph I just never came up with anything, and Mikey is aroace and too busy for a relationship.

So Jupiter Jim is something he was raised on and that sort of low budget scifi isn't something I think he can come to anymore. You get a special kind of nostalgia for things like that and our Donnie here never had a chance to be fun and silly. Weak Spot Donnie was unfortunately 'raised' with an impressed view on how terrible fake people are. He despises them and fake worlds by extension. He'd watch Jupiter Jim now and be appalled by how hokey it was. I'm just as sad about it, but we'll see how that goes going forward 👀W̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶f̶y̶ ̶m̶e̶d̶i̶a̶

Thank you so much for these questions! It was a blast to share! Also thank you again for being so darling!!! Made my day!

[boombrothersasks]

Okay, finally I filled myself with determination to catch up with the lastest events... *Reads the last asks*

Gosh, I've missed a LOT, I have so many stuff to say. *Inhales and teleports*

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TAILS!! SONIC WAS BABYFIED, YOU NEED TO SOLVE IT!!

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STICKS, TAILS NEEDS YOUR HELP TO UNBABYFY SONIC!!

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AMY!! I need your cake recipes... pretty please 🥺👉👈

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EGGMAN!! Gosh, you were worried Metal was gonna short circuit in the water?! The other Eggys I've met made the point to work around this problem.

Next time do better, Eggy.

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KNUCKLES!! STOP LICKING THE ROCKS!!

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METAL!! NOW SONIC IS BABYFIED, YOU'RE THE ONLY WHO CAN STOP ECLIPSE'S TAKEOVER AND... Hmmm... You're organic now? *Charges my tranquilizer gun* *Shoot at Organic Metal*

Well, I think it's funnier if Eclipse take over soooo... *Pick a rope up while look at the newly organic hedgehog* Orbot will find you sooner or later 🙃

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SHADOW!! Good luck dealing with Eclipse, buddy 🫡

TIKAL!! Take these ghost fries.

"Whyyyyyy am I not surprised. Everyone is a baby all the sudden. What even happened on this island that keeps causing this?!”

He sighed. “Where is he….what would he even look like as a baby? There can't be that many blue hedgehog babies on this island, right?"

The two tailed fox continued flying around, soon spotting a blob of blue below him.

"AHA! EASY!” Tails smiled to himself, making his way down to pick up his now infant brother. "Sonic, what'd you do this ti-oh.”

This was an odd baby. It had red eyes instead of green, and a fang visible even when its mouth was closed. The hoglet glared at him, soon hissing, and causing the fox to drop it into some nearby bushes without another word.

“…Okay, no Sonic. But vampire baby that looks like Sonic? Yeah. Yeah that makes sense. Of course. Alright.”

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“Ohhhhh no, I’m not getting near one of them things again,” Sticks huffed. “Something’s going on with this place, and it’s making everyone turn small. I was prepared for the baby apocalypse.”

Without another word, she kicked a pile of leaves off the ground and into other directions, revealing a sort of circular wooden door, which she then opened and jumped through.

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”No idea who you are, but alright! Just not my special one. That’s secret. I can’t have anyone knowing what I use for that one.”

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“ITS A REASONABLE CONCERN!! I JUST HAVEN’T FOUND MY WAY AROUND IT YET!!”

“…The others???”

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“BUT THEY’RE SALTY!!” Knuckles exclaimed. “And this one tastes like sour candy! Kinda big, though. Really green and shiny!! I wonder why someone would just leave it laying around?”

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“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Metal Sonic complained. “Not cool…now everything hurts. Hey, I can say other words now. That shock must’ve done something…WOOOOP. WawawawawawaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA. BBBBBBBBBBBBWAP. Haha. Talking is cool.”

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”I swear to Chaos one day I’m going to build myself a boat made for one and only one and get off this island…Maria here I come…this is getting more and more ridiculous by the second and I just cannot put up with any more of anyone’s-“

”HOW DID YOU DO THAT?! Thank you so very much! I will be sure to treasure these! Do you want any, Shadow?”

“….Take a good look at your food, Tikal.”

“Eh? What do you mean, silly? I already know that they’re…ohhhh….ghost fries…well that’s a bit of a downer!”

“As is my life.”

[best-kirby-character-tournament]

A poll similar to the Meta Knight, Kirby, Bandana Waddle Dee, Magolor, Marx, King Dedede, Taranza, Morpho Knight, Galacta Knight, Escargoon, Daroach, Shadow Kirby, and Dark Meta Knight Bonus Polls! All quotes are taken from what mod’s friends have said about them! ^-^

Honorary mentions (things mod wanted to put in the poll, but couldn't) under the cut!

He's like me!! Memory issues gang!! :D

One of the only Dark Matters that I want to give headpats <3

*grabs you* Is he smooth or squishy this is important

He likes fish. I like fish. Kine fears us >:D

I mean- you could angst him, but why would you want to? He's just a silly guy...

The idea of angsting him hurts :(

*staring at him autistically* blorbo...

[duckwithablog]

Dear Duck, I hope this ask finds you in good health.

Regarding Shadow, yeah I’m definitely a sucker for grumpy characters with depth 😂. Other than Shadow, I love Rouge and Chaos. Prime is giving Rouge attention, and it makes me so happy :))

I never heard of Ian Jr until now… but my eyes has been opened now. I-I have found the enlightenment Wukong has been searching for. He’s…He’s just so silly! 🤩 Definitely blorbo quality. I must pat his head and stuff him in my pocket- Also, Knuckles is such a valid choice. You know da wae *nods* *click click click*. Lastly, I think we can both agree that Chaos needs more love. He’s just a sweetheart protecting the chao. We must protecc at all cost.

To answer your questions….I had a Sonic phase as a kid so get ready:

The only Sonic games I’ve played were Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic Generations, Sonic and the Black Knight, and Mario + Sonic at the Olympic Winter Games. HOWEVER, I’ve watched people play all of the other games (except frontier). Out of all those games, Sonic Generations is probably my favorite. In terms of shows, Sonic X is my favorite for nostalgic reasons. I’ve only just started reading the comics.

Ngl… I could probably go all day talking about my interests 🤣.

When did you start enjoying the Sonic franchise? For me it was around 7 years ago when I actually got into it.

-🍑 anon

FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO ANSWERING THIS ASK YIPPEE

Fuck yeah, Rouge Appreciation! Good to see SEGA supportign womens rights AND womens wrongs <33

Yes... Im so glad ur finally seeing the light (Ian Jr). AND KNUCKLES <333 OUGHH HES SO SO SILLY I LOVE HIM SM!!! Chaos is honestly p underrated. Dude is a water blob, how can u not love them?

Yes, they may have genocided Knuckles's ancestors. But like. Erm. Theyre blorbo. So!!

YOOOO u fr a bonafide sonic fan!! Unfortunately, the only game ive ever played is frontiers and ive only gotten that recently,, Not sure if i mentioned that before lmao. I think I'm nearing the end of Archie Sonic, as in I'm getting close to the Super Genesis Wave aka the Reboot. Which happened bcs of... HIM.....

But whatevs!

RAHHH RAMBLE ABT UR INTERESTS TO ME ANYTIME YOU WANT!!! I LOVE HEARING PPL TALKING ABT WHAT THEY LOVE!!!! ID GLADLY LISTEN!!!!!!

7 years is a long time :00 Hmm let me try to remember... I think I got into sonic december of last year? I think? Not sure, but it's probably somewhere around that time I got into the silly blue hedgehog franchise.

SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER BTW!! My christmas break is coming soon, and I'm planning to (hopefully) get this blog active again by FINALLY posting some x reader stuff!! Drop another ask if u have the time!!

[yandereocs]

Not really a comfort character (yet at least) but he just seems so thoughtful and sweet in his own (somewhat unhealthy, but would you really expect a classic romance from a demon?) way!! Would be nice to have someone watch my back and make sure I’m taking care of myself/doing okay. He also just seems so chill and done with certain things, just a fantastic person to be around in general as long as he’s not mad at you. Also, void characters? Yes. Amazing. Just dark blob. The top hat and wings are also really cool (I don’t know how you put so many things I like together into one character)!! Now, the actual question... Royalty’s emblem resembles Andras’ form that’s closer to his normal one to me (mostly because of the wings in some images, but the plus thing could also be interpreted as a body with the arms out?). Is that intentional or just sort of intended to be there to tie her top into the rest of her look?

* I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS 😭😭

* Andras is certainly a very calm guy. Of course, his form of love is unhealthy and not really...the best...but he is a demon, and a yandere here, so it's to be expected. But even so, he does want to see you thrive and take care of yourself, so he watches you. All the time.

* And it does take a lot to make him mad, but even when he is, he'll try his best to not take it out on you. Other people, though,,,

* AND YEAHHH I LOVE WEIRD SILHOUETTE GUYS. If you've seen The Owl House, I'm sure you know of The Collector. In my opinion, The Collector's shadow form is MUCH better than his other one. I made Andras before I watched The Owl House, though, so The Collector didn't inspire his design. I just thought it would be silly and goofy to make a demon who's just

* A silly little void man HAHA

* As for the Royalty question, the two are completely unrelated!! When redesigning Royalty, I wanted her to have some sort of symbol for her kingdom and so I just threw together nonsense until I got that. But that was a really good observation, I didn't even notice the resemblance!!