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yawnyztired · 4 months

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Okay long snippet from “House Of Dexterios” Chapter two

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Lumps turns off into an off highway truck stop on two wheels, and goes spinning wildly, kicking up pebbles in a snowstorm. Stargazer comes in hot on their startrails, albeit a lot more elegantly, and stops. There's a lot happening in the cavern of Eyons consistently mangled mind and maybe it's the panicked uproar of everyone else or the adrenaline, but Bayou can't seem to follow them. Eyon is propelled by the resurfacing wrath that blisters around their bones, climbing through their lungs and the livewire adrenaline that's searing restlessly in their veins. They're out of the truck so fast, with an urgency so chaotic and unhinged they look like they've gone rather mad.

“Are you out of your mind-?!” Stargazer jumps out of her car, arms out wide. There's a rock nestled in Eyons fist, everyone bustles out of the truck, and then it's gone faster than they can reach them.

“HEY! What the fuck?!” Luckily Eyons throwing skills are pretty on par with a cow playing baseball, so it misses the window, but puts a small sized dent in the door, scratching off some paint. Bayou jumps up, trapping Eyon under her arm, looking very displeased. Stargazer takes a long stride forward, and Bella steps into her path, not really in the mood for a full anxious brawl to break out. The pair glare at each other past Bella’s head. Bayou tucks Eyon further into her embrace, effectively confining them with both her arm concretely draped over their shoulders, and chin locked onto their shoulder.

“Sorry my friend here gets a little…um bothered when people start trailing them in their car. I feel like that's a fair reaction, right?” Bella tells her.

“You have to admit thats pretty invasive, anyone would be pissed.” Bayou says while Eyon is struggling out of her arms, to grab their writing instruments. The passenger hops out of Stargazers CUV, with his hands in his sweater pockets. Bella watches him for a second, glimmer in their eyes, before hooking a arm around Katies neck, and whispering:

“He's so bad.” The pair chatter for a moment, scraping slightly, and tittering together like school children. Eyon prays on the pairs distraction and wiggles out of Bayous arms, shooting her a glare.

“What the fuck are you fallowing us for?” Eyon snips, and Stargazer turns her attention back to them. The man beside her goes to speak up but is steam rolled by the flaming gaze sent in his direction, and promptly doesnt feel like intervening anymore. Instead he places his head phones back on his ears and catches Bellas obvious glances that keep being thrown in his direction.

“Thought wed join you on your trip.” Stargazer takes another long legged stride forward.

“You weren't invited.” Eyon bitches, retreating backwards a step or two.

“To the contrary actually.” They look up at Stargazer as she speaks, raising their eyebrows.

“You never said I couldn't come. So that's basically an invitation.” Stubborn. Annoying. Incessant. Lengthy. skyscraper. dumbass. liability. Who won't stop sticking her goddamned nose in my business! Which by the way might get her injured, killed or worse. Eyon scuffs their boots on the gravel.

“It fucking is not!” Eyon snaps at her indignantly, annoyance ringing in their head like a ginormous gong that keeps getting hit over, and over, and over, and, over, and over again.

“Yeah well you could use the backup.” backup? They snort. What backup? The pair of innocent bystanders that have no idea what their walking into, and will only get in the way, and probably die. Very helpful.

“We dont need any fucking backup!” Especially not you. Stargazer keeps stealthily stepping forward towards Eyon, who keeps a foot backwards to halt away from her. They do this penguin arm thing, oversized sleeves sailing with their arms that they're flapping back and forth.

“Well we're already here so you might as well make peace with it.” She sighs, still keeping this friendly pretence, even with the sour look she's getting.

“The hell I will.” Eyons hands come up to fiddle with their hoodie strings as they snark. Stargazers black and white dress sweeps acroos her knees as she steps forward with her long legs, adorned with long socks with little diamond shapes printed right where they rest below her knees. And Eyon cannot figure out why she keeps doing that, why she keeps trying to close that distance Eyon is holding onto like a lifeline. That few feet of space that feels so nice and safe. Eyon stalks backwards with a nasty glare. Hoping desperately that attention on them will drop away, far far away and that little pit in their stomach can clear a little bit. Clouds parting for the sun. But the dark eyes that pin them to the ground are stubborn and the uncomfortable pressure won't ease, their knee starts doing this familiar stutter. Like they're getting ready for a fight they crack their knuckles, trying to draw eyes away from their knee, mean little gleam forced into their eyes as they draw down their brows, screaming stop looking at me-dont look at me-dont look at me- dont want your attention-dont see me-get away from me-stop looking-STOP-

“So this is the journalist I take it?” Micheal nudges Bayou, who nods at him.

“Yeah she sure is.” And Stargazer's eyes fly over to him in a heartbeat, Eyon takes a breath they haddent realised they were holding, fingers itching for the container in their pocket. Alarm bells blare the moment Stargazer closes the threshold of distance and thankfully veers past them excitedly. Eyon sluggishly snatchs their smokes from their pocket, social exhaustion waying down on them so heavily they swear they can hear all their bones cracking under it. They sigh.

“Aww you've been talking about me? Hi, I’m Stargazer, i don't think we've met.” She puts her hand out for him to shake.

“Micheal. We haven't. But I've heard of you.” He takes it and gently shakes her hand.

“Nice to meet you. Good things I hope.” Stargazer says with her professional smile.

“Hardly.” Eyon snips flicking the lighter to light their smoke.

“Ah yes…just some uh choice words.” Micheal cringes awkwardly, remembering the synopsis he got on the road, where Eyon cut in at a longass traphic stop, and ranted off in every direction possible, spiralling like a broken record, that only cut off once the player caught fire and exploded like a science experiment that went lopsided when he was in middle school. It was mostly a bunch of empty nonsense, and half baked wacky bullshit but you had to read between the lines with Eyon. He had never been good at that, still wasn't , sure he could read one or two tells but he couldn't tell you what this anxious, fuming garble was actually about, what was really eating at them.

“Aww and here i thought we'd be friends, since we'll be working together.” They certainly left that out. Stargazer turns to Eyon, and they have to lock their knee to suppress the jittering, and thats not good. Stargazer must be too close because Eyon almost topples over whoever behind them to escape, the smoke screen of rage comes back up rising above their head like a chimney.

“Not likely.” They take a drag, detached and disinterested. It doesn't do what it's supposed to, Stargazer’s only egged on by their frigid demeanour, hops at it like it's a challenge.

“I'll get you to come around.” Like hell. Stargazer hovers towards them like a planet caught in their gravitational pull. Eyons glad for thr the first time since theyve met that they have to tip their head up to make eye contact, because they really dont like that gleam in Stargazer eyes. Its all shiny unfaltering confidence, burning determination, and deep uncharted waters. They hate how they feel so naked, like Stargazer has some deep unfiltered read on them already. Fucking journalists! They try to ignore it, how clear they see themselves reflected, how jarringly aware those eyes are, like they can see right through them, like she knows them. And she doesnt-she cant-doensnt know shit- They curl away, just wants to hide away like they always do. Cover comes swiftly, as a pair of grounding arms come and tuck them away. She smells like the water, like the calm, dependable force that water is, strong, and stable like Eyon could never be. Hushing them away like an angel without wings but they could almost see it, enormous wingspan speckled like her nose wrapping them up in golden feathers, like a cosy blanket in winter. Feels the phantom weight on their shoulders, grounding them so pleasantly with security with attentiveness, and they breathe better, more even. The ground feeling much more solid for a second.

“Eyon’s been driving for the majority of six hours, they're exhausted, actually we all are. So sorry to cut this lovely conversation short but we've got a case to solve and about three more hours to drive.” Bayous clear and concise, with an open gaze. Keeps a firm arm around Eyons shoulder, and laces their hands together before dragging them away to the car. Eyon curls up in the front seat, and unwinds bonelessly once the doors are slammed shut. Eyon can feel the worry fizzing orange where Bayous thumb is trailing asters across the back of their hand between them resting on the console. Their foot still shakes where its resting, but the tension eases in Eyon’s shoulders as freesias bloom across their knuckles chasing after the soft pressure of Bayous thumb, and the gentle tracing of her nails. They can feel it, the anxious thoughts in their head hushing with the calm circles drawn fleetingly in their palm, a lullaby that leaves heathers blossoming in the candle light brush of skin. Eyon squeezes her hand appreciatively. Thank you, love. All the harsh angles in their eyes washed back from the jagged shapes to something softer, muted and real. She squeezes back and firmly laces their fingers together.

The rest of the drive passes in a half conscious haze of colours and sounds, strange dreams bleeding in and out, memories threading golden throughout the unstable unconscious. Firm hands, chaste fleeting touches, joyous cackles, and murmurs of conversations mingling with continuous buzzing of music. Eyon is jarred from the blur behind their eyelids, when a firm hand squeezes their shoulder, erupting with coxcombs. They slit a tired eye open to consider the pair of eyes staring at them.

“We’re here, lovely.” Bella warbles at them.

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untaemedqueen · 3 years

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 32 (Final Chapter).

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Daddy Kink, Degradation, Hand Job, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Pregnant Sex, Unprotected Sex, Riding, Begging, Praise, Spanking

A/N: This is the FINAL, FINAL chapter.... Wah, can you believe it? This is so crazy! I'm so so happy that everyone has enjoyed Third Wheeling so much! Thank you to my forevers @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna for being behind me on everything about this series

The sharp whistle that Yoongi chirps, bleeds through the living room of the mansion.

His two year old son turns to him with round, curious eyes. His small hand is outstretched trying to pick up the million dollar vase you have on display on the coffee table.

"What're you doing, my little troublemaker?" Yoongi murmurs, wrapping his arms around his son and throwing him up in the air.

Honggi squeals loudly, curling his arms around his father's neck like needy vines.

"Maya, please move that vase before Y/N has a fit." Yoongi whispers to the woman he's always admired.

"Yes, Sir." she giggles.

"Dada," Honggi squeals into his neck and Yoongi's heart clenches at the sound.

"Yes, bud?" he inquires, tilting his head to look down at his son.

"Hungry." his son breathes.

"Mommy's making food, let's go see." Yoongi chirps, running his large hand over his son's small back.

Taking in the new mansion, Yoongi is really happy with it.

He didn't bring over a special architect from Greece, he didn't fawn over the marble this time around. He let you pick the house.

And like always, you're incredible.

The house isn't particularly gaudy like the last one which he shared with his ex-wife. It's warm wooden interior and gray and white furnishings scream home. And that's what Yoongi always needed -- a home.

Although, anywhere with you is home, he's noticed.

The wings that spread out far and wide throughout the house have pieces of art that make Yoongi feel comforted and he's astounded everyday by how thoughtful you are.

"Mama!" Honggi screams and it rips your husband out of his daydream.

"Uh oh, here comes trouble." you sing, slinging your towel over your shoulder.

You extend your arms over the quartz island for your son and Yoongi is incredibly cautious.

"Be careful, please," he begs.

You give him a sweet nod, accepting your son into your arms and Honggi leans over the pot curiously.

"Cow?" he asks and you snort loudly.

"Yes, beef." you reply, wiping his chin with your thumb.

"B-Beef," he repeats and Yoongi beams.

Honggi isn't one to stay in anyone's arms for long, despite how much he adored being held as a newborn. He wriggles almost immediately to get down and Yoongi takes a sharp breath between his teeth cautiously.

"Watch mommy's belly, please." he yelps, setting your son on the floor.

"Jesus," he bleats, kissing your cheek.

"It's okay," you promise him, bending down to fix your son's black hair.

Honggi hugs your neck tightly, kissing your cheek so sweetly that it turns you into a puddle of love.

"What should we name your brother and sister?" Yoongi inquires of your son as he leans both elbows down on the island.

He pops a grape in his mouth, looking at his kid expectantly.

"Pororo... Poby!" Honggi giggles, swaying back and forth.

"Oh yeah, good idea! We can name them after penguins!" Yoongi teases, giving his son a grape.

"Poby is a polar bear." you inform him, stirring the stew.

"Yeah daddy! Bear!" Honggi scoffs, tugging on Yoongi's pants playfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry daddy doesn't know what anthropomorphic animals his son watches while he's at work." your husband murmurs.

"An-Anth-Anthr… Animals!" Honggi gasps and you laugh gently.

Yoongi takes a deep breath through his nose, allowing the comfort of being surrounded by his family to enrapture him.

He steps behind you, wrapping his arms around you and your growing stomach.

"I missed you today, little dove." he breathes, kissing your temple.

"You miss me everyday," you state, turning around in his grasp.

"That's true. Because I love you." he coos, pushing some hair back behind your ear.

"I love you too," you giggle, accepting the kiss he gives you.

Since Yoongi became a father he's learned so many things like patience and showing love to his child, the likes of which his younger self never got to see. He wants to give his family the entire world if he can, he wants to give all of you everything you could possibly desire because it was so terribly lacking when he was a kid.

"Dinner isn't going to be ready for a bit." you tell your family.

"But I'm hungry now!" Honggi cries, throwing his head back in a dramatic two year old fashion that both of his parent's laugh at.

"Okay. We'll have yogurt and go play with the Gaesu until Mommy is done cooking." Yoongi announces, picking up his son and slinging him over his shoulder.

"I love you mommy!" Honggi squeals.

"I love you too, bub." you reply, kissing his forehead.

"Give mommy's belly a kiss before we go." your husband instructs, patting his son's backside.

Honggi kisses your growing stomach and you can only snort at your husband's silliness.

"Okay. Now dada!" your son says, clapping.

The CEO kisses your stomach and then your forehead.

"You're gonna wrinkle your suit." you chide him, leaning back against the counter.

"So worth it." he retorts, giving you a gummy smile.

Two years have flown by in the blink of an eye.

There has, of course, been hard work that's been poured into your marriage whether it be for Honggi or just to be able to spend time together but the honeymoon phase has never truly died down.

You bask in each other's company like lizards under the hot sun.

You thrive when you're both together.

It's fate, really.

"He's asleep," Yoongi announces, stepping into your bedroom.

"Oh, nice. It only took two hours instead of three like yesterday." you know you sound sarcastic but it's really true. Honggi never seems to be able to sleep when he needs to, he's hyperactive in waves and thoroughly enjoys spending time with his father.

"Well tonight we read the big bad wolf and then he got scared so I had to calm him down and stay with him until he finally fell asleep." your husband rambles, peeling off his clothes.

You hum in agreement, sitting up gently.

Yoongi's tattoo of the large family tree on his bicep seems to shine in the dull lights of the room and it makes a smile spread over your face.

"How are my other babies?" he inquires, laying down beside you on the bed.

It's no secret that you adored your son and it's no secret that Yoongi wanted you pregnant almost immediately after Honggi was born. He missed your big belly and the closeness it brought the both of you when you were pregnant. But after Honggi was born, your paintings were flying off the art exhibit walls like hot cakes and you needed time to create new works of art.

While your husband had his tantrums and gripes about it, he understood. Being pregnant is difficult and he knows that, so when you told him he had to wait, he begrudgingly accepted it.

Your art was on hold now, with over two hundred pieces out in the world at any given second, you decided to focus on family.

"They're okay," you promise, running your fingers through your hair.

You can remember when you found out you were pregnant again for the second time. All of your symptoms hit so much harder than the first pregnancy.

"Baby? We gotta go. We're gonna be late." Yoongi calls, peeking into the bathroom.

He didn't expect to find you heaving over the toilet but when he does, two things happen simultaneously. There's a sharp bout of worry and a thinner vein of excitement that spread through his bones.

"What's the matter, my dove? You feel sick?" he pouts, entering the bathroom to rub at your back.

You shiver gently, waving your hand to the large gray cabinets beneath your sinks.

"I'm not a mime, I'm sorry." your husband whispers, raising an eyebrow.

"Pr-Pregnancy test," you plead.

He could just about pass out and die from happiness from those two words.

"Really?! You think so?!" he beams, ripping open the doors and tearing open the cardboard box like some sort of rabid animal.

His hands are shaky when he gives you the test and he helps you off of your knees immediately.

His thumbs rub at the tile indentations on your kneecaps and like always he stares up at you like you hang the moon on a string for him each and every night.

"I'm sorry we're late." you whisper, blotting your mouth with toilet paper.

"This is way more important. Fuck that. Jeongguk can wait." Yoongi avows, watching you cap the pregnancy test.

"We probably aren't even going to make it there anyway," your husband breathes.

"Why not?" you inquire, standing up and smoothing out the skirt of your dress.

The CEO wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck. "Because if you are pregnant, I'm gonna have to do some celebratory stuff."

You laugh aloud, running your fingers over his arms. "Stuff like what?"

"Like eating your pretty pregnant pussy and fucking your pregnant cunt." he murmurs against your skin.

You shiver at his words, glancing down at the test.

You hope you are pregnant. There's something insane in women's brains which makes them forget just how painful childbirth is so they can always look forward to more.

But the euphoric feeling of having a baby is well worth the pain, that's something you'll always remember.

"God, I think you are pregnant." he hisses, running his hands over your sides.

"Why do you say that?" you ask, tilting your head to look at him.

"You just feel different in my hands."

"I think you're crazy," you retort with a laugh.

"Why?!" he gasps.

"Because you didn't say anything yesterday when we… y'know."

"When we fucked?" he goads, kissing you softly.

You hum in agreement against his lips and he snorts softly.

"You did feel warmer around me." he announces, hooking his chin over your shoulder.

"It should be ready." you inform him, both of your eyes glued to the face down stick.

"Go on, show me that my baby is in you." he urges, kissing your temple.

Your heart races and your fingers begin to shake as you flip over the stick.

Yoongi holds his breath and you find yourself doing the same.

When you flip it over, the plus sign screams at you and Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief.

Your husband groans happily, picking you up off the ground and spinning you around.

"Thank you baby, thank you!" he cheers.

When he sets you down on the ground, you can't help the thrilled giggle that seeps from you.

"Should we head out?" you ask your husband softly.

The scoff he gives only seems right. "Yeah, right. I have more important things to celebrate than a boxing match."

You can only squeal when he scoops you up bridal style.

Putting his head on your shoulder, your husband takes a deep, calming breath.

His fingertips dance over your distended skin and his lips traipse over your exposed collarbone.

"You're so gorgeous," he breathes, letting his eyes flutter shut.

The smirk that spreads over your face is goofy and flushed, sometimes you find it astounding that he can even be so sweet with you.

There's a tiny kick beneath his fingertips that makes his head lift off of your body.

"What are you up to in there, guys? Fighting or something?" he gawks, feeling another flurry of taps below his hand.

"They don't have enough room," you announce, lolling your head back to the pillow.

"Well, just four more months and you won't have to be cramped anymore." Yoongi promises, sliding down the bed to kiss your belly.

"We should sleep, we have plans for tomorrow."

"Caleb's first birthday party." Yoongi remembers, drifting his lips over your skin.

You nod in agreement, tucking your hand beneath your head to get comfy.

Your husband knows just how difficult it is for a woman with a set of twins inside of her to fall asleep and he's nothing if not doting.

"Lemme put my babies to sleep," he murmurs, sliding his fingers over the soft skin of your inner thighs.

It's fascinating how the Kisung CEO can make you feel as if black coffee pumps through your veins even when you're completely exhausted.

He watches you avidly, making sure this is something you're up for. When your nipples begin to pebble and strain under the flimsy nightgown that can barely contain your swollen flesh, Yoongi knows he's got the green light.

His eyelids lower with lustful intentions and the tip of his tongue glides slowly over his plump bottom lip.

He knows you're excited for anything and everything when your hips lift expectantly.

Clicking his teeth, he pushes your body back down to the bed. "Easy now, little dove. You should know who's in charge here, baby."

Your whimper sounds like the most earnest plea as it passes through your parted lips and Yoongi can feel his cock straining against his briefs for some semblance of relief.

He kisses at your clothed pussy, already feeling how sodden the material is getting in a matter of seconds.

It continues to astound him, two years in, how willing your body is for him.

"Daddy," you breathe softly, carding your fingers through his hair.

His hands caress whatever he can find whether it be your thighs, your belly, your breasts.

"Wet little slut for me." he murmurs, tugging your panties off with his teeth.

You're quick to discard your nightgown, wanting nothing more to be touched anywhere you can get it.

Your husband hums at the sight of your core, pussy lips puffy and swollen with greedy intentions and slick with arousal.

"There she is," he breathes, kissing over your belly.

Palming your breasts in hand, you understand why he's taking so long -- to drive you insane.

He wants euphoria and adrenaline to course through you like wildfire so when it ebbs away, you'll be completely exhausted.

"My beautiful dove." Yoongi professes, spreading your legs wider.

Your eyes are glued to his abs, the way the muscles contort and constrict with each shallow breath he breathes.

You can thank each and every god everyday for the man you're married to.

You know the hierarchy in this bedroom, it rarely ends up with you on top, but the temptation of his thick, hard cock straining against his Balenciaga briefs has you throwing all cares to the wind.

He hisses gently against your distended skin when you cup his long length with your hand.

Yoongi will be the first to admit that he's missed this. He's been sweet and caring, not wanting to trouble you for sex with you being as huge as you are. He knows two babies are way more difficult than just Honggi. But, he needs you. In every single way.

"Play nice, my dove." he chides you softly, kissing up your belly to your swollen breasts.

You don't heed his words, tugging down the band of his briefs and swallowing thickly when his large cock bobs in the air before smacking up to his toned honey stomach.

His eyes flutter shut at the feeling and you know you've neglected him for too long. His cock is throbbing and needy as sin, beads of precum endlessly spurting from the top and slowly traipsing down the head.

"Baby girl," he gasps when you pump his cock in hand.

Yoongi kisses over your puffy nipples, scoffing at the pleasure that vibrates through him with each jerk.

He coos softly when you bead milk for him and his eyes snap to yours. "You didn't tell me your milk came in."

"I-I didn't know," you chirp, pumping his cock harder.

He shivers then, wrapping his lips around your peaked nub and tugging softly. He groans happily at the distantly familiar taste of your milk and his needy hands grip and massage your thighs as he situates himself further between them.

"Daddy, fuck!" you cry out gently, arching your back.

The tip of your husband's tongue is quick against your sensitive skin and you can only whimper for more.

Your shaking thumb runs circles over the swollen, red mushroom head of his cock and he gasps above you, pressing his forehead into your breast.

"Ba-Baby, this is about you. Please," he begs, wrapping his hand around your wrist.

You give a smirk, feeling high and mighty at how quickly you can break him down to a mere lustful animal.

Your free hand rubs circles to your stomach and he can just about cum at the sight of you.

His cock throbs wildly and he forces your hand off of him with narrowed eyes. "Behave, little dove. I won't say it again."

You hide your smirk, laying back down for him.

He eyes you wearily for a second before continuing his dissent on your body. His fingers caress over your sodden lower lips and his name tumbles from your mouth with a quickness.

"You're messy." he prods, spreading your lips with his fingers and tapping your throbbing bundle of nerves with the pads of his fingers.

Your body jolts, bottom lip tucking between your teeth.

God, you've missed this.

You've missed him doting on you so eagerly.

Yoongi continues to take his time, enjoying how your entrance clenches around nothing.

You're a needy little thing and you're all his. The way it should be.

"Daddy, please!" you beg, rubbing circles over your distended skin.

"What's wrong, beautiful? You're too much of a slut to enjoy this? You want gratification now?" he quips, lowering his head to your core.

You can't even see him over your belly and it drives you absolutely mad. You can feel the puffs of hot, needy breath that pass his lips but it does nothing but earn more dripping arousal from your center.

"Such a pretty pussy you have," he purrs, suckling your swollen lips.

You gasp loudly, screwing your eyes shut.

He plays with your entrance, swirling the tip of his index finger around it until your racking with sobs above him.

Yoongi presses the tip of his tongue to your throbbing clit and he groans gently at the feeling.

"Shhh, my dove. Daddy is going to take care of you, I promise." he avows, lapping at your nub with slow strokes.

It's so pleasurable, but it's not enough. You're on the precipice and he keeps you there for what feels like eternity.

"God! Daddy, please!" you beg, bunching your hands up in his hair and tugging.

He hums in fake confusion, adoring how your body shakes before him.

He's good at the long game.

He thrives in it.

When he slips two fingers inside of your slick cunt, you're about ready to burst but he pulls away from your core with a devilish smirk.

"My pregnant wife is so needy," he jeers, curling his fingers with ease to the soft patch of nerves within you.

Your chest constricts, heaving for breath. Your skin develops a thin sheen of sweat and you feel yourself possibly going insane within his grasp.

Picking his face up between the apex of your thighs, the sight of his soaked chin and cheeks hurdles you to the precipice.

"Wanna cum, need to cum!" you chant, cupping your belly while you grind yourself down onto his fingers.

"You hold it," he orders sweetly.

You can only scoff and the animalistic pride within you snaps.

You sit up, as quickly as you can, before pushing him down on the bed.

"Baby," he warns you, pulling his fingers from your heat and entering them into his mouth.

"I need it!" you whine, straddling him.

His hands immediately hold your hips to protect you from any imminent danger you might face. He goes to chide you but when your soaked cunt glides against his hard, thick length, he can only take a sharp breath between his teeth.

"I missed your cock Daddy, I missed it so much," you whine, rocking your hips.

"Oh Christ," he murmurs, gliding his hands from your hips to the globes of your ass.

With every rock of your hips, your clit thrums pleasantly at the feeling of the head of his cock prodding against the bundle of nerves.

Your shaky hands grip at your breasts, swiping your thumbs against your leaking nipples until your sobbing with pleasure.

"You're so gorgeous, fuck," Yoongi curses, enraptured with the sight above him.

Your eyebrows furrow and you're losing yourself in the pleasure as your mouth drops open.

His hands knead at the supple flesh of your backside before rearing back and spanking you with a fierceness that you adore.

"Yes, more!" you gasp, sitting up and positioning his cock at your entrance.

"You're a little cock slut, you know that?" he seethes, leaning up on his elbows to kiss at your belly.

"Your cock slut, Daddy. I'm yours," you whimper, slowly sitting down on his length.

His mouth opens at the euphoric feeling of your warm, wet cunt sliding down on him and he can only fall back to the bed with a heady thump.

"Shit," he breathes out, looking up at you like you give him the universe.

You do.

You give him everything and anything that exceeds his expectations.

You take a second to adjust to his length, preening as the head of his cock prods against your soft cervix.

"Good girl, little dove." he bleats, running his fingertips over your outer thighs.

Yoongi can see the way you swallow thickly and he can tell how fucked out you already are with your eyelids being as heavy as they are and pride blooms in his chest.

"Want you to suckle," you beg, palming your breasts.

He can only scoff at the arousing thought, he's up in a flash, minding your stomach. His lips pluck and suckle at your sensitive skin until you're shaking like a leaf under his ministrations.

"Your cock feels so big in my pussy, feels so good," you purr, rocking your hips.

He moans against your breast, gripping your hips with needy hands.

The rhythm you set as he suckles from you is slow but the impending orgasm you've been denied comes back in waves. The head of his cock taps against the sweet spot inside of you with each jolt of your hips and you're losing your grasp on reality.

"D-Daddy!" you gasp, letting your brain free of any thoughts besides just how pleasurable he feels inside of you.

"That's it, baby girl. Take it. Take what you need from me." he announces, laying back down.

Your hands push down on his chest as you begin to pick up speed and he can only cry out your name like a man possessed.

"Jesus, just like that, little dove. Fuck!" he curses, spanking the globes of your ass until your skin is smarting.

Then you feel the precipice again, you feel yourself teetering.

Your mouth opens to give a silent scream and your eyes well up with tears.

He coos softly, running his fingers through his hair as if the pleasure he's receiving is truly unbelievable.

You groan loudly, pressing your hands beneath your stomach. "I'm-I'm-"

"Cum for me, little dove. I can feel how badly your cunt wants to milk my cock. Cum." he orders and your gasp echoes throughout the room.

Your hands rub comforting circles to your stomach while your hips rock at an unfound speed.

"Yoongi!" you cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

Then -- euphoria.

Your orgasm explodes within you like a million shards of glass. With deafened ears and tear streaked cheeks, you don't even feel your husband lay you down on your back.

He fucks his cock so deeply inside of you that it brings you back to reality in waves.

"God, you look so beautiful taking what's yours, baby." he coos, sitting up.

You can only cry out gently when his strokes become erratic and deeper.

"You want me to cum inside you? You want to drip with me?" he inquires, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

You nod incessantly, spreading your legs wider when you feel his cock throb within you.

"Yeah? You want to be my little cum slut? Get so full of my cum when you're already pregnant with my babies?" he seethes through his teeth.

"Y-Yes, want to feel your cum so badly," you hiccup, running your hands over his chest.

His eyes screw shut when your hips meet his every stroke.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming. God, your cunt is incredible!" he whines.

His hips give one last thrust, burying himself as deeply as possible before the warmth of his cum floods through your battered core.

You hum happily, rubbing your belly.

"I love you," he whispers, bending down and planting a passionate kiss to your lips.

"I love you, too." you reply, hooking your hand around the back of his neck.

After cleaning you up and situating yourselves back to normal, Yoongi pulls your body to cuddle against his. His fingers drift over your bare back and he sighs happily.

You're out like a light in mere seconds when you finally get comfy and he can only chuckle at your shallow breaths.

His hand comes to rest beneath his head and he can't begin to express how lucky he feels.

His attention falters to your stomach when he feels a gentle prodding against his hip. He smirks, kissing the top of your forehead and closing his eyes.

"Mama!" Honggi screams and you know better now than to rush to him whenever he shouts for you.

"Yes, baby?" you call to him, fixing your earrings.

"Want to play with Yumi!" he calls, peeking into your bedroom.

"We're going to see Yumi now." you reply, turning to him.

Your eyebrow raises as you look at your husband's spitting image. "Where are your shoes?" you ask your two year old.

"Dada said I don't have to wear them!" he beams, rolling on the floor with your corgi.

"Oh yes you do, you're not going over to Aunt Leena's house with no shoes on." you reply.

When your husband steps into the doorway, he knows he's made a mistake. Just the look you give him makes him want to run and hide.

"What?" he bleats.

Min Yoongi is obsessed with giving his son whatever he wants. He's obsessed with spoiling him and sometimes you have to look like the bad guy.

"He needs to put on shoes." you tell your husband.

Both of your boys frown at you and it's almost so ridiculous that you can barely contain the eye roll.

"Why?" Honggi chirps.

When you place your hand on your stomach, Yoongi nods. "Mommy's right, you need to wear shoes."

He's quick to avoid chastisement today.

"But why, dada?" your son inquires.

You love the 'why' phase… when it's directed at your husband.

"Because your little feet are gonna be cold and because mommy said so. And what did I tell you about when mommy says something?" your husband whispers conspiratorially to your son.

"That you do it! Mama has two babies a-and mad isn't good for babies!" Honggi says, sticking up two small fingers.

You can only snort, shutting the bathroom light off and leaning against the door frame.

"That's right, bud. So let's get you some shoes."

When your husband goes to leave the room, he widens his eyes apologetically at you and you can't help but giggle.

"Silly," you mumble, grabbing your purse.

Caleb's first birthday is a huge deal.

You know how much work his mother put into it and you know that it needs to be over the top and perfect for her to be thriving and happy with the day's events.

"Miss Thing!" Leena gasps, throwing herself out of the door to hug you.

"Hi Beena," you giggle, wrapping your arms around her.

Taehyung is right behind her with a smile plastered on his face.

"Happy birthday Caleb!" you gasp, taking him from Taehyung's arms.

Yoongi kisses your best friend on the cheek before looking over at her one year old son.

"Hey buddy! Happy birthday!" your husband cheers, watching as Caleb tucks his face into your neck.

It's always astounding to see how much of a one eighty Leena has done when it comes to Taehyung and her family.

You remember how adamant she was on not getting pregnant and not getting married but then when you gave birth to Honggi -- she wanted that.

And you completely understood it.

Now that your best friend is married and having a family, you can see how content and happy she is. It's something you're really proud of.

"Everyone is in the backyard." Leena announces, fixing Caleb's small suit.

"Yumi?!" Honggi screeches, looking past Taehyung.

"Yeah, Yumi too." Leena's husband quips with a laugh.

Yoongi snorts, following after his son.

"Miss Thing, I have to tell you, I would have never in a million years thought we'd see him today." your best friend blurts, guiding you into her mansion.

"Who?" you inquire, handing Caleb back to his father.

Leena's hands clamp down on your shoulders and her eyes widen. "Jin."

"Shut the fuck up," you gasp, pulling her towards the backyard.

There are a multitude of people in the backyard but your eyes find his tall, handsome stature easily.

He's standing by the fountain with his wife by his side and he looks in his element.

It's been months since you've seen your other best friend.

You aren't really sure why he dropped off the face of the Earth. You know he's probably been busy, you all have been.

But you know Leena has taken it the hardest. Jin has always meant something deeply to her so when he didn't return phone calls or texts… you know it burned her.

It's almost as if he feels your eyes on him the way he turns to look at you.

He gives you a warm smile, immediately leaving his wife to make his way across the large backyard.

Yoongi notices how your eyes get glassy when he looks away from Honggi and Jimin's daughter, Yumi. "Jimin, watch him." he orders, leaving to comfort you.

Now, Yoongi doesn't hate Jin, by any means. He respects him and in all honesty, appreciates him for helping him in his dire time of need.

But the CEO will be damned if he doesn't coddle you, his pregnant wife, to his side when you're emotionally distraught.

Seokjin is wary when he sees your husband loop his hand around your hip protectively.

"Shhh," Yoongi coos, hearing your gentle sniffles.

Leena on the other hand, just folds her arms, widening her eyes expectantly at your best friend.

"Hey guys," he bleats, running his hand over the back of his neck.

"That's it? All we get is a 'hey guys' from you?" Leena scoffs.

Jin blushes furiously, cupping his whisky tighter in his hand. "What do you want me to say, Beena?"

"How about a sorry, Kim Seokjin? That'll be the start. Then you can veer off into how apologetic you are for pushing us into the background for her." Leena sneers, nodding her head to Sera.

You take in how nervous Jin is and you absolutely hate it. You hate how small he's making himself look.

"I am sorry." he agrees, grabbing for your hands.

"Maybe you guys should take this inside," Taehyung whispers, looking over the party guests who have stopped their conversations to look over at all of you.

Leena doesn't even give an answer, only trudging back into her mansion with narrowed eyes.

Taehyung clears his throat awkwardly, walking with his son towards Jimin and Anna.

"Do you want me to stay?" Yoongi inquires, brushing some hair back behind your ear.

You nod immediately, wanting the comfort of your husband with you.

"Alright, my love." he promises, kissing your temple.

Seokjin chases after Leena and you can only sigh at the impending yelling you're about to hear.

"Miss Thing, please sit." Leena gushes, pointing to the couch inside the library.

You take a seat, watching Jin wade back in forth nervously like he's waiting for a scolding.

"Did you know that Y/N is pregnant again? That she's having twins?" Leena spits.

"Yes, I did. I'm very happy for her and her husband." Seokjin replies, helping you sit down.

Yoongi pours himself a small glass of scotch, draping his arm over your shoulders.

"Do you fucking understand how sorely you've been missed?" Leena inquires to the handsome man as she sits down across from you.

Seokjin clears his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, I-I do."

"Then where have you been?" you prod, folding your arms.

Your best friend leans back against the large wooden desk. "Listen guys, I've missed you guys so deeply. I need you to know this, okay? I'm sorry that I've been absent from your kids and your lives. I've been dying to spend time with you all."

"Okay. Then where have you been?!" Leena yelps, repeating your question.

Jin takes a deep breath, letting his eyes flutter shut. "I've been trying to start my own family. It's not easy! I've been taking Sera all over the world to different doctors and hospitals to try and see why she can't get pregnant! I've been depressed and down on myself until recently. I'm fucking sorry I abandoned you guys but I needed time to heal my heart."

The news resounds in your ears and you cuddle closer to your husband who rubs your shoulder with his thumb soothingly.

The smugness is wiped off of Leena's face within a second.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she whispers softly.

Jin's fingers card through his hair and with a frustrated huff, he lolls his head back.

"Because it's…it's heartbreaking and not what I want to bring to the table when you guys have families and lives already. I don't want to burden you guys with my troubles." he mumbles, spinning his wedding band with his thumb.

You take a sharp breath between your teeth, standing with the help of your husband who urges you to be careful.

"Jin," you whisper, hugging him tightly.

He stiffens at your touch before wrapping his arms around you. He sobs gently, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"I did miss you guys, so much. I'm sorry," he cries loudly.

"You don't have to hide your feelings from us. You should feel comfortable to tell us anything and everything. I'm sorry if you didn't trust us enough with your worries." you murmur into his ear.

"No! I just… I was scared, I didn't want to trouble you both." he breathes, pulling away and cupping your face.

"Jinnie," Leena pouts, standing up and hugging the both of you.

"You're never a bother to us, don't ever think that." you coo, fixing his hair.

He takes a deep, calming breath, running his hands over your belly. "One of your kids is kicking me in the ribs." he mumbles.

You can only giggle, patting your eyes with a tissue.

"That's the least you deserve for not trusting us with your fears," Leena scolds him gently.

He nods, exhaling sharply until his cheeks are puffing out.

"So is she?" your best friend asks him.

"What?" he mumbles.

"Is she pregnant?" Leena inquires.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, tilting his head. "Something like that."

Your eyes drift slowly over the perfectly manicured lawn watching Honggi offer to share a toy truck with Yumi. His smile is the spitting image of Yoongi’s and it makes you sigh happily. You lean against the arm of the lawn chair, resting your hand against your cheek.

You can barely believe how happy you’ve become over the past two years.

Everything just falls into the right place, everything just fits like a perfect complete puzzle.

Honggi turns to you, flailing his hand wildly and you can only giggle. Waving back, your heart expands to the size of the universe.

Yoongi laughs at something loudly, drawing your attention. You watch him sling his arm over Taehyung’s shoulder and you can only snort at the sight.

You can remember when you never heard his laugh, you didn’t know what it sounded like for quite a while and then… once he began to laugh, it never seemed to end.

That’s something you revel in, your husband’s happiness is yours well.

It gives you great pride to see him beaming from ear to ear. And you don’t think it often but -- you got him here. You got him to this state of happiness.

It’s your best artwork, yet.

“Hey Y/N.”

You look away from your husband to the one person you’d never thought you’d speak to.

“Sera… hey,” you breathe, looking up at her flawless form.

“H-How are you?” she inquires, sipping her water nervously.

You haven’t seen here in two years. She looks good, that isn’t hard for her. Something about her seems calmer and more poised then when you knew her.

“Can I sit?” she asks gently, running her hand over the back of her neck.

“Please,” you insist, sitting up straighter.

You can feel eyes on you and you can only imagine who it is but you don’t dare look away from the actress before you.

While you weren’t her biggest fan, she’s made Jin happy over the past two years and you can’t fault her for that. He hasn’t loved anyone since Leena and you can see that his heart has bloomed since being with this woman.

“No drink?” you quip, pointing at her water.

“I thought, y’know, since my surrogate can’t drink then I shouldn’t either.” she shrugs.

You don’t know what to say if you’re being honest. It must be a sore subject…

“Yeah-” you breathe awkwardly.

“I’m not upset about it, we can talk about it.” she announces, putting her hand to your shoulder.

Sera in all the time you’ve known her has never touched you and you’re surprised at how normal it is, honestly.

“I’m sorry that you… y’know… you’ve had a difficult time.” you say honestly.

You can’t imagine how hard Sera and Jin have been trying, how many hospitals and specialists they’ve gone to, how much heartbreak they’ve gone through.

“At least I’m getting a baby at all, right? I always used to be so angry about the whole situation… Maybe that’s why I was so mean to you.” she admits, carding her fingers through her long, now blonde hair.

You hum thoughtfully, looking up at the dusky sky. “I mean it mustn't have been easy for you either. I came into Yoongi’s life and flipped it upside down. You were comfortable with the situation and I just spun things around like a top.”

“Well… yeah, true. But if you didn’t come into Yoongi’s life then I wouldn’t have been able to become a better person and find the person that’s right for me.” she avows, looking over at you.

Her words resound through you and your eyes widen just the slightest bit. She’s really different these days, huh?

“Well, I came over to say I’m sorry for treating you terribly the whole first time you were pregnant, it was in bad taste and I was so selfish back then that I couldn’t begin to understand how horrible that could be for you.”

“I accept your apology.” you reply, giving her a small smile.

She breathes a sigh of relief, letting her body go lax in the chair beside you. “Oh good, I was so nervous to talk to you. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack or something.” she gasps.

You find yourself giggling and she snorts softly.

“You’re kid is cute,” she comments, watching him run over to you.

“Thanks,” you whisper, widening your eyes at Honggi curiously as he stops in front of you.

“Mama!” he cheers, holding up his paint covered fingers.

“Yes, baby?” you murmur, pushing his hair back.

“I’m painter like you! Look!” he squeals, tugging your hand.

You look over at Sera apologetically, standing up to follow your son.

“It was nice to see you Sera, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.” you call back to her.

She smiles warmly, giving you a gentle wave goodbye.

Jin could have done worse.

Lowering your head, you look at the picture that your son has painted. The fingerpaint is thick and blobbish but you can see a few distinct shapes that stick out to you.

You don’t say anything at first, letting him finish a few small details that he thinks are important. He gives you his gummy smile, seemingly proud of himself and it makes you smile too.

“It’s very nice, baby. I can see how much work you put into it.” you coo.

“It’s mama and dad, Honggi and baby!” he beams, picking up the picture which is almost too heavy for him with all the paint on it.

Your husband sweeps in beside you, planting a wet kiss to your cheek and taking the painting out of your hands.

“Mommy is having two babies, not just one.” Yoongi reminds him, pointing at your stomach.

Honggi nods fervently, opening and closing his small hands demanding the picture back from his father.

Your husband snorts gently, lowering the picture for his son. You can barely contain the ridiculous giggle that tries to escape you as he draws a black circle next the one already painted.

"Two!” he cheers, sticking up two of his paint covered fingers.

“Good job, bud.” Yoongi chuckles, kissing the top of his head.

“I saw that interaction. You okay?” your husband inquires softly into your ear.

You hum in agreement, wrapping your arm around his waist and laying your head down on his shoulder. “Better than okay,” you murmur, feeling his lips caress over the top of your head.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Yoongi inquires, pulling over the car.

You can’t help but laugh at his worried expression. “He’s fine,” you promise, putting your hand on his knee, “we can go out on a date without him around us all the time. Maya’s got it. Honggi loves her.”

He shuts off the engine, turning to you with a pout spread over his face. “I just miss him, I didn’t get to read him a bedtime story.”

Your heart is warm and you can’t help the giggle you give. “It’s our anniversary, besides it’s just for a few hours.”

He picks up your hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Happy anniversary, little dove.”

“Happy anniversary, babe.” you reply, with a smile.

The inside of Magic Shop is pristine like always, you’re so surprised that Jin has kept it exactly the same as two years ago. He always loved to change things up but you realize that he probably got so busy since you’ve last been here, he probably hasn’t had time for anything.

The music is quieter than normal and there isn’t a soul in the club. Which makes you understand immediately that Yoongi rented the whole place out.

“You shouldn’t have,” you hiss, giving Hyun a small wave.

“Of course I should have, you deserve the world, baby. Plus, loud music isn’t good for the babies,” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

Your eyes immediately land on the black velvet curtain and the memories of first meeting Yoongi flood through you like water.

“Thanks,” your husband murmurs, grabbing a whisky from Hyun.

When you pull back the curtain, you can only smile at the same leather booth from that fated day.

“Jesus, it even smells the same in here.” Yoongi breathes, running his fingers over the top of the couch.

This room holds so many memories for you but nothing beats the one with your husband.

“God, it’s like it was yesterday. I can still remember that black dress you were wearing,” your husband chirps, sitting down in the same spot he did two years ago.

He pats his lap, setting down his whisky onto the floor and you’re absolutely gobsmacked by how much this feels like dejavu.

“I’m a little big,” you murmur, sitting down slowly.

“Never, you’re gorgeous, little dove.” Yoongi coos, wrapping his arms around you.

His warm hands caress your practically bare thighs and when he looks at you, you can see the sheer love and devotion in his eyes.

“My little dove,” he breathes, drifting his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

You can remember just how smoking hot you thought this man was, how intrigued you were by him in an instant. You remember every single second of your time in this back room. You remember every minute of your days when you found out you were pregnant and how absolutely scared you were.

You can remember his good times and his bad when he was working out his feelings about you.

Nothing has left your mind and you treasure each and every memory -- because they make up who you are. They make up your life.

And it’s perfect. Because you have him.

“You were a good girl that I wanted to break so badly,” your husband announces, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Well… you did that,” you quip, humming when he presses his face to the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, little dove, really. Thank you so much for loving me and giving me such a wonderful family,” Yoongi gasps.

“Thank you for opening up to me and showing me that our love could blossom into something as perfect as this.” you reply, running your fingertips over his arms.

When he lifts his head, you can see how glassy his eyes are with tears.

“God, I love you, little dove.” he whimpers.

“I love you too.” you reply, kissing him softly.

His lips are plush and soft against yours and you can feel the tears that careen down his cheeks until they’re soaking into your skin. He’s so gentle with you, drifting his hands from your back to your distended stomach.

“My wife,” he chuckles, capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger, “my beautiful, gorgeous, powerful wife who has given me enough love to last eons. I love you so much, little dove, it hurts me.”

There are one hundred and fifty eight ways to say ‘I love you.’ And, they all pertain to Min Yoongi.

He’s a gentle soul and a loving husband that holds high standing with billions of people worldwide. He is sweet, wonderful and a perfect man at the end of the day. And now, everyone sees this side to him.

In the media he is praised and renowned for being a fantastic father and an equally fantastic husband. And to you, nothing could ever be more true,

It was March 23rd, when you saw him and met him. You tasted the finest of liquors and smelt the smoke of the richest Cuban cigars.

It was March 23rd when your life had truly begun.

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Marinette almost missed Hawkmoth. Sure, she ended up extremely emotionally repressed, but hey! At least her opponent was stupid, at least she never had to fear losing.

But, yeah, that was why she didn’t notice the fact that chloroform was on the floor. That was way too smart for a villain, in her opinion. Wasn’t Joker supposed to be insane or something? Why wasn’t he completely stupid like Hawkmoth had been?

Those were her last thoughts before her vision blacked out.

She blinked her eyes open one time while she was being transported, but… it wasn’t enough. Her head pounded, her limbs felt like lead. She tried to pull one of her arms away from the five goons carrying her around -- she giggled at how much effort they were going through to keep a half-conscious person down -- but it was too weak to even break their grip. She wasn’t going to be getting out of the situation anytime soon.

She rested her head back against the chest of whoever was carrying her head.

Her eyes fluttered shut without her permission.

It took a while for her to be able to open her eyes again, and when she did she was almost tempted to close them. She was tied up with Red Robin, hanging upside down over a vat of acid. Decidedly not a good situation to be in. Maybe she could ignore it for a little longer…?

She buried her face in the neck of Red Robin’s suit, using the cool material as a kind of cold pack to try and soothe her pounding headache.

… wait... Red Robin!

She had a bit of protection because of her mask covering her mouth and nose and miraculous immune system, but he was a human and both his mouth and nose were uncovered! Shit!

Marinette pulled back as much as she could to check his face and see if he was okay and then cursed the domino mask blocking his eyes from her view. What she could see wasn’t good, though: the skin of his face had broken out into hives where he had come into contact with the chloroform. Ouch.

She tried just poking the good parts of his face with her nose to get him to wake up, but clearly that wasn’t working. Alright, new plan.

“Red Robin?” She whispered.

Nothing.

“Red Robin Red Robin Red Red Red Red Red…”

She was pretty sure she was doing this annoying thing right. She didn’t have siblings, how could she know?

Wait wait wait, what was that one thing that his siblings always said to him?

“Reeeeed Robin, yum~.”

Not even that got a response? Damn, he must really be out of it.

Time for drastic measures, then.

She tipped her head back as far back as it could go and then slammed her forehead against his. This evoked a lot of swearing from both parties. Apparently, headbutting people doesn’t help headaches.

When her head stopped ringing as loudly, she peeked her eyes open. “Sorry, checking to see if you were alive.”

He gave about as much of a nod as he could. “It’s… I understand why you had to do it.”

She gave a tentative smile. “Right. Still, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, then glanced down to see what they were working with. He bit his lip anxiously. “Ah, that’s not good,” he said after a few moments of consideration.

She rolled her eyes because, yeah, obviously. She didn’t say that aloud, it wasn’t productive, so she said: “I’m going to squirm. See if you can free your arms a little?”

“Do you think I have some kind of gadget in my gloves for every situation?”

“Don’t you?”

He hesitated. “I mean… yes, I do have something that could help us out of the ropes, but we are kinda over acid right now. How fast is your reaction time?”

She tipped her head from side to side with an awkward smile. “Not great.”

“Then maybe we should just wait for backup --.”

“Do you think they’ll get here before Joker does?”

“... you’re right. Start squirming --.”

“Wow, you two hate me that much? I’m hurt,” a voice cooed.

Marinette jumped out of her skin. She craned her neck to glare at Joker for scaring her…

And immediately regretted it. Why was his face not attached to his skull properly? Did he cut his own face off? Who even does that? Ew.

Red Robin scowled at him. “I can’t say we were all glad to hear you were out.”

“Red Robin...” she warned.

“Wow, not even old Batsy was happy to hear the news?”

“Nope. Didn’t say anything, actually.”

Joker’s smile wavered. “He didn’t?”

“Um, Red,” she tried again.

“Nothing,” he confirmed. “Not. A. Word.”

Joker didn’t seem to know what to do about this information. Batman wasn’t even paying attention to him? What was the point, then?

Marinette was also concerned about what was going on, but for a completely different reason. She leaned close to his ear and whispered: “Why are we trying to anger the psychopath?”

He gave as much of a shrug as he could while tied up. “If he’s talking he’s not trying to kill us.”

“And what if he gets angry enough to kill us?”

“He probably won’t.”

She winced. “Okay, I really don’t like your use of ‘probably’ there --.”

With both of their hands forced behind their backs, the only comfort he could really give was pressing his good cheek to hers. It shouldn’t have worked, but apparently life or death situations mess with your emotions.

“Just… trust me?” He pleaded quietly.

She sucked in a deep breath before turning to glare at Joker, who was still having a crisis over the fact that Batman didn’t care as much as he did. Well, she guessed that she had to take out her headache on someone. Might as well be the bitch in ugly clown makeup.

“You know, I don’t even understand why people are scared of you.”

Joker frowned and turned to look at her. “What?”

“I mean, I get why Poison Ivy is feared, I get why Mr. Freeze is feared… I even get Penguin and Riddler since they both have a high enough intellect to make up for their lack of powers… but you’re just… some guy.”

Joker gave her a cold look. “I could kill you.”

“So could a particularly determined cow, you’re not special.”

Red Robin snickered. She smiled, a little proud of herself for making him laugh.

Their grins were wiped off their faces when the rope holding them up dropped.

It caught them again dangerously close to the acid. Red Robin was a few centimeters from getting a new haircut. Marinette wondered, morbidly, whether her suit would go with her if she disintegrated.

“Not going to kill us, huh?”

“... well, I did say probably,” he mumbled, his face a little red.

She swallowed thickly. “If we live, I’m going to kill you.”

“Fair. Want to mess with him if he’s going to kill us anyways?”

“... yes.” She whipped around to glare at Joker again. “I mean, honestly, why aren’t you dead yet?”

“We don’t kill,” supplied Red Robin.

She grinned. “Sure, and I get that. I’m also not fond of murder... but is every citizen in Gotham just agreeing to not kill him? Does Batman spend all his time making sure that civilians don’t do it? Why hasn’t anyone seen him on the street and just tried to run him over?”

“... I mean, Robin hit him with the Batmobile once.”

“See?” She grinned. “And don’t even get me started on Punchline and your goons, Joker. How did you find so many people loyal to you?”

“I love him!” Said Punchline defensively.

“... sweetie, if you want a pasty white guy with green hair just watch 2016 Jacksepticeye.”

Red Robin nodded. “At least he’s kind of funny sometimes.”

“If you need the guy to be evil, how about the evil alter ego he made… what was he called?”

“Antisepticeye.”

“Ha, you’re a fucking nerd,” Marinette teased.

Red Robin blushed (or maybe that was just the blood slowly rushing to their heads from being upside down for so long) and pointedly ignored her: “Look up Antisepticeye. It’ll probably be healthier for you.”

Punchline didn’t have a retort for that. Marinette was deciding that was because she was considering it, not because she probably didn’t know who Jack/Antisepticeye was.

She pushed on: “And, hey, you goons don’t have to give Punchline over there the glory. Stab your boss. C’mon, it’ll be cool. Doubt he’s paying you more than whatever bounty is on his head, anyways.”

“If you’re going to rally henchmen maybe you shouldn’t call them ‘goons’,” suggested Red Robin.

She pouted. “But ‘goons’ sounds cuter.”

He opened his mouth to retort but she’d never know what he was going to say because, at that moment, Signal and Robin came busting in through the skylight.

Tim relaxed when he heard the glass shatter. Whether Marientte’s henchmen rallying had somehow worked or their backup had come, it at least meant that Joker and Punchline were distracted from wanting to murder them.

He struggled to crane his neck to see what was going on.

Oh. Damn. Damian was back from his angsting on the weird murder island? And he was here? Nevermind, he’d prefer Joker and Punchline. Damian was never going to let him live this down.

Speaking of Damian, a weight jumped onto their ropes and the three vigilantes became a pendulum. Tim grit his teeth tightly and Marinette let loose a long string of swears as their headaches worsened.

But, apparently, the world wasn’t done with them. Damian sliced the line at the highest point and they went flying across the room. Tim was the unlucky one on the bottom when they hit the ground, which he doubted was an accident.

Damian left them to deal with things on their own from there. Least he could have done was cut them free with his katana, but Tim supposed that was too much to wish for from the youngest brother.

He rested his head back against the cool floor for a second. He could feel Marinette stretch across his shoulder to do the same. They sighed in relief. This was the closest they had come to treating their headaches and wow was it nice.

But, frankly, resting in the middle of a fight isn’t a great idea. So, they wriggled around on the floor until he was able to flick open the tiny knife in the index finger of his gloves and cut the rope binding them without, y’know, cutting one of them instead.

Freedom! What did they do with this newfound freedom, you may ask? Scratch their heads. Turns out chloroform sucks for many reasons and one of those is that it’s a major skin irritant.

He also vomited. Thank god they’d been freed. He’d been only a few seconds away from throwing up on Marinette. He felt especially bad about that when she peeled a hand from her itching to hold his hair away from his face.

The fight was over soon enough. Duke and Damian came over to watch the two of them attempting to peel their skin off layer by layer.

“Pathetic,” chided Damian.

“Don’t be a dick --.” Marinette cut herself off, her hand flying to her mouth. “I swore in front of a baby.”

“I’m twelve!”

“Exactly: a baby.” She reached out and cupped a very affronted Damian’s face in her hands. “Look, you still have baby fat! You shouldn’t be fighting crime!”

Tim couldn’t tell if she was messing with Damian for being rude to them or if she genuinely saw him as a little kid. He wasn’t going to correct her. She’d remember he was a gremlin soon enough.

Damian wrenched his face from her grip. “If I hadn’t come you two would have been burned in acid.”

“Please, we all know Signal probably could have dealt with this entirely on his own,” Marinette waved him off.

Duke rested a hand over his heart like he was touched.

Tim rolled his eyes and pulled Marinette to him, resting his head on top of hers lazily. “We should get a checkup at the cave. Chloroform has… not nice effects and we both rolled around in it a little while fighting.”

Duke and Damian both winced, but Marinette didn’t seem all that concerned.

“I’ll be fine. My immune system is enhanced by --.”

Duke clapped his hands by her ears as loudly as he could. Neither Marinette nor Tim were particularly happy about it.

“Behold: a headache, one of the main symptoms of chloroform. Your face also has some red streaks, so don’t even try to deny that the chloroform is affecting you.”

“I take back my praise, I’ve decided I hate you,” she murmured, massaging her temples.

“I just remembered that I need the siren on my bike on to tell all the other bats we’ll need them at the cave...”

“Wait, no --.”

Marinette glared at Black Bat and Spoiler. The batboys had left the infirmary area for her own comfort and that was nice of them but she would really prefer if she hadn’t had to come at all.

Now she sat in some of Black Bat’s pajamas and one of Spoiler’s spare masks as they inspected her.

Her nose scrunched as Black Bat drew blood from her arm.

“This is dumb. I don’t need this.”

“We’ve been told. Humor us?” Spoiler said and, though Marinette couldn’t see her face from where she was, she knew she was rolling her eyes.

“I would if you were actually funny.”

“I think we can definitely put her down for irritability,” commented Spoiler.

Black Bat nodded and dutifully wrote it down. Traitor.

The cool metal of a stethoscope was pressed to her back and she cringed.

“Deep breaths.”

Marinette complied, however reluctantly. Might as well get all this bullshit over with as soon as possible.

… she was regretting that decision, now, though.

She gave Batman a cold look. “You can’t keep me here.”

“You need to stay so we can monitor your state overnight. You could have asphyxiated.”

“But we didn’t,” complained Red Robin, who looked just as annoyed about this as she was.

“We have lives, B,” she said.

“You weren’t going to do anything other than patrols tonight, don’t act like I’m tearing you away from something important.”

“The protection of the city is important,” Red argued.

“Neither of you would be much help tonight in the state you’re in, anyways.”

Red Robin stuck his lower lip out in a pout. Marinette gave her best puppy-dog eyes.

Batman wasn’t moved. “If you need something, Agent A will provide it.”

She blinked, eyes returning to normal in her confusion. “Who --?”

He disappeared into the shadows before she could finish the conversation, something she was, unfortunately, getting used to.

Marinette scowled at where he had last been.

Maybe she should have expected this, maybe if she had been less out of it she would have. They had given her pajamas when she’d had clothes and insisted on cleaning her old ones ‘for chloroform’. The checkup might have been a genuine checkup on her state, but it probably wouldn’t have mattered what the results were. She was always going to end up staying the night in the cold, dingy cave filled with bats.

She sighed and laid back against the stone floors. She heard Red Robin groan and looked up to see he had been locked out of the Batcomputer for the night. He leaned back in his chair and mumbled curses.

She giggled at his distress and, despite himself, a tiny grin poked at his lips.

“Want to race to see who can hack into it first?” She suggested.

He raised an eyebrow at her under his domino. “Think you can win?”

“Considering I don’t know that much about hacking, I’m going to say probably not.”

A wide smile spread across his face, now, and he waved her over. She took a seat on the desk beside the keyboard and he started teaching her everything.

Most of what he said, while technically heard, wasn’t exactly understood. She couldn’t concentrate. It was the first time she had seen him in anything but his vigilante suit and she decided that that was a crime because he looked so cute in the Batman-themed pajamas. Furthermore, the way his long hair was pushed back by a headband to keep it out of the green paste spread over his face to alleviate the chloroform’s rash reminded her of a spa day in all those movies.

And then there was the smile. It made her heart flutter in her chest because she was so used to his grins but this was just a genuine smile. He looked so passionate about the intricacies of cyber crime. She was almost sad about the domino hiding his eyes because she wanted to see the way they lit up while he explained different ways viruses could be accidentally downloaded to devices.

Basically, she was a mess for this random cute guy she worked with. She had never seen him so casual and at ease and it felt far more intimate than it maybe should.

She rested her head on her hand, nodding along as he talked about data encryption versus decoding.

Well, maybe a forced sleepover in the Batcave wouldn’t be so bad...

Tim was suffering a lot more than he would ever admit, and only a small part of it was due to chloroform.

He was going to be having a sleepover with one of his idols and he was going to be spending a large amount of the time trying not to throw up. And she could totally tell, too, why else would she be watching him so intensely? Someone kill him, please. He was so glad he had a secret identity because he didn’t know how he would manage if she thought Tim Drake-Wayne was a loser.

Granted, she was going to think Red Robin was a loser... but at least he had a second chance as Tim.

He rested his chin on the back of his chair. He had hacked into the Batcomputer already but it was a relatively dull night out on patrols and he wasn’t eager to be yelled at for showing Marinette some files on top of already hacking into them when he wasn’t supposed to.

“Wanna do something?”

She grinned. “Is there anything to do here other than train?”

“... nothing approved.”

She tipped her head to the side. “And of the things that aren’t approved?”

He matched her grin. “Well…”

And that was how he ended up setting up a movie projector in the cave so they could watch Groundhog Day. Marinette had taken to making them a pillow fort.

Duke stumbled down the steps, half awake, and raised his eyebrows at them from behind his domino. He poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot that they had made and took a long sip before sending the two of them a wary look. “Do I want to know?”

Marinette didn’t look up from her and Tikki’s base construction. “Dunno. Do you want to watch Groundhog Day with us?”

He frowned. “Isn’t that the one where that guy in a time loop stalks his co-worker until he knows enough to make her fall in love with him?”

“Just say you don’t like romcoms and go,” Marinette irritably.

“I’m fine with romcoms, it’s just… a little messed up that he uses the knowledge he gets from being in a time loop to ensure she falls for him?”

“It’s a story about self-improvement,” Tim said, sending his brother a glare. “He grows as a person until he is worthy of her love.”

“Him learning about her is part of his arc. He starts off selfish and he ends it with a deeper appreciation for other people,” agreed Marinette.

Duke held his free hand up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. Enjoy your stalker movie.”

“It’s not a --,” Tim tried to argue, but Duke was already heading back upstairs.

He huffed a little and finished setting up the computer and projector, then took a seat in the pillow fort. She poured each of them a cup of coffee, put a straw in hers to maintain her identity, and then took a seat beside him.

He took it from her with a bright smile and turned on the movie.

She rested her head on his shoulder as the happy-go-lucky music started up.

Unfortunately for them, they didn’t manage to stay awake for all that long. Duke had drugged the coffee pot.

Marinette shifted awake a while later and promptly decided that being awake sucked.

Nothing about her current situation sucked, of course. At some point during the night they had fallen asleep and now she was laying half on top of Red Robin, clinging to him like a koala. He didn’t seem all that upset about it, though, with his arm wrapped around her and his face buried in her hair.

Unfortunately, the time on the bottom right of the Batcomputer’s screen told her she didn’t have much time to enjoy it.

She started the slow process of extracting herself from him. Getting the arm off of herself was easy, getting his face away from her head was much harder (this wasn’t helped by the fact that the paste on his face had stuck to her hair).

There was one scare where she thought he was going to wake up. She pushed herself off of his chest and he took a long breath in. Marinette froze, watching his lips tighten… and then he turned over in his sleep.

Oops, apparently she’d been suffocating him a little in her sleep. Sorry, Red.

Well, at least she was free now.

She slipped out of the pillow fort and glanced at the time again.

Even less time to do what she needed. Because that’s how time works.

She sighed and called Tikki over with a tiny wave of her hand, walking over the edge of the railing. She looked down at the abyss that stretched many feet below.

Tikki couldn’t have looked more disapproving if she tried.

“It’s just a little insurance,” Marinette signed.

This didn’t make Tikki any less upset with her, but she hadn’t really expected it to. She signed for her transformation. She tied herself to the railing with her yoyo as a precaution and then hooked her legs around the railing.

And down she went.

She flexed at an awkward angle, flashlight in her mouth, and stuck a tracker to the bottom of the platform.

And, really, she wasn’t intending on using it. Like she said, it was just insurance. They had drawn blood from her earlier and she knew for a fact that it wasn’t necessary for chloroform inhalation. The only reason that made sense for that was that they wanted to check and see if she had inhaled some but they already knew that so… what did they want with her blood?

She was willing to bet it had something to do with her secret identity. And, hey, she didn’t particularly care if they knew her identity, she trusted them, but if it ever got out because of them revealing then who the bats were would be 1) revenge and 2) a good distraction.

“Hey --?”

Thank the kwamis she had tied herself to the railing because she’d been surprised enough to let go of the platform.

“Shit, sorry!” Said Red Robin.

She pulled herself back up onto the platform with his help and then collapsed on the cool stone. She spat the flashlight from her mouth. “Fuuuuuuck, don’t do that again, please.”

“Sorry,” he said again. Then he glanced back at where she had been and, momentarily, his lips pulled into a frown. “I gotta ask: what were you doing?”

“Hm?”

Shitshitshit.

“Oh, I wanted to see if there was anything down there or if it was just for The Aesthetic.”

“Why not just use your yoyo to go down?”

She shuddered. “The flashlight barely did anything. Would you want to go down into that darkness with no clue even how far down it goes?”

He seemed to accept the answer. “It’s an old iron mine. No one uses it anymore, though.”

She nodded her understanding.

She pushed herself back up to a sitting position and looked at him.

“The bats don’t get back for a while and we’re still on lockdown, so… want to do something?”

Damian was the first one to get home. Apparently he had broken a leg on patrol. This was fine (well, maybe he shouldn’t have been driving himself, but whatever).

What was not fine was that he had promptly decided to be an asshole.

Tim and Marinette had been playing Minecraft on the Batcomputer and, like all younger brothers, Damian asked to play.

And, like all older brothers, Tim barely looked up from his controller to tell him: “No.”

Damian looked to be on the verge of a meltdown.

Marinette sighed and sent Tim a tired look. “Red, don’t be mean. He’s just a kid. There’s more controllers, we can just give him one.”

“But…” He started. Damian was a terrible partner to play Minecraft with because he never helped out with anything except for the farm.

However, Marinette was looking at him expectantly. Tim bit his lip, considering.

Damian looked between the two of them and a wicked grin spread across his face and oh no.

Damian took a seat next to Marinette and gave her puppy-dog eyes (a real feat, considering the fact that he was wearing a domino and therefore his eyes were invisible). “Miss Ladybug, can’t you please make him let me play?”

Marinette gave Tim a tired look. “Red, c’mon, just for a bit.”

Damian smirked a little but, by the time Marinette turned back around, he had schooled his face back into a pout.

She handed him her controller. “You can have mine. I’ll find another for myself.”

The two watched her leave and Tim sent his younger brother a glare. “I can’t believe you would embarrass yourself this much just to play a game.”

“Anything to annoy you, ‘big bro’.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but then Marinette came back and all he could do was send him a glare behind her back.

Damian retaliated by sitting himself on Marinette’s lap. She looked down, amusement making her eyes crinkle, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. Damian smirked and stuck his tongue out at Tim.

That little shit.

And it continued on for hours while the three of them waited for the rest of the bats to come back. Damian would cling to Marinette in some way and he would become the bad guy for glaring at a child. He was seriously considering breaking the No Killing Rule for this kid.

Finally, though, people started coming back and apparently Damian thought it too embarrassing to do such a thing in front of more than just the person he was trying to annoy because he clambered off her lap to play just a little bit away.

Bruce was the last one to come in and he looked at his kids with the patented Batdad Glare because they had managed to drag Steph into playing with them (without much effort) and Cass into watching (with much more effort). Which meant that there were currently five family disappointments. Yay them.

Tim smiled innocently. “What? We got bored. Maybe you should let us out so this doesn’t happen again.”

“I’m keeping you here for your own safety.”

Marinette and Tim both groaned.

“I have work to do.”

“Me, too.”

Bruce didn’t relent because he was a stubborn asshole.

But that was fine. They really hadn’t expected them to. Tim glanced at Marinette and she twirled her index finger against her flat palm, the sign for ‘start’.

One flash and smoke bomb later, the two of them were running as fast as they could to his bike. He grinned as he helped his giggling friend get on and hopped up himself. Arms wrapped around him tightly and her face buried in his back. They tore out of the cave, giggling all the while.

#stalker x stalker #maribat #timinette #timari #shutterbug #timmari #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #tim drake #theyre paranoid bastards your honor

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Characters Appearences

Yesterday, I was planning to photoshopping some images of any Disney characters in Amphibia: Calamity War on my laptop, but sadly my laptop froze and I have no choice, but to restart and cancel the project. However, I’ve already typed down on my notes from my iPad and here are some lists of any characters that will appeared with each colors. For example, blue is for main protagonists, red is for antagonists, green is for supporters or minor, orange is for cameo or mentioned, purple is for one appearance in one chapter, and pink is for guest stars.

Amphibia: Anne Boonchuy, Sprig Plantar, Polly Plantar, Hop Pop Plantar, Sasha Waybright, Marcy Wu, Captain Grime, Lady Olivia, General Yunan, Mrs. Boonchuy, Mr. Boonchuy, Domino, Bessie the Snail, Angelo the Snail, Ivy Sundew, Felicia Sundew, Sylvia Sundew, Maddie Flour, Rosemary Flour, Ginger Flour, Lavender Flour, Mr. Flour, One Eyed Wally, Mrs. Croaker, Archie the Spider, Leopold Loggle, Stumpy, Duckweed, Mayor Toadstool, Toadie, Chuck, Tuti, Soggy Joe, Percy, Braddock, Efty, Dorris, Gertie, Bella, Priscilla, Pearl, Valeriana, Beatrix, Aldo, Bog, Fens, King Andrias, Frog-Bot, and Mysterious Entity.

Mickey Mouse & Friends: Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Pluto, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Goofy, Chip, Dale, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck, Webby Vanderquack, Scrooge McDuck, Max Goof, Roxanne, Pete, Clarabelle Cow, Horace Horsecollar, Clara Cluck, Clarice, Jose Carioca, Panchito Pistoles, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Ortensia the Cat, Bunny Children, Fiddler Pig, Fifer Pig, Practical Pig, Big Bad Wolf, Della Duck, Gyro Gearloose, April, May, June, Monty Fieldmouse, Freddie Fieldmouse, Melody Mouse, Millie Mouse, Mortimer Mouse, Gizmo Duck, Chief O’Hara, Beagle Boys, Magica De Spell, Flintheart Glomgold, and Phantom Blot.

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs: Snow White, The Prince, Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Bashful, Sneezy, Sleepy, Dopey, Evil Queen, and Magic Mirror.

Pinocchio: Pinocchio, Gepetto, Jiminy Cricket, Figaro, Cleo, Honest John, Gideon, and Blue Fairy.

Fantasia: Yen Sid, Hyacinth Hippo, Ben Ali Gator, Madame Ostrich, Magic Broom, Chernabog, Ghouls, and Demons.

Dumbo: Dumbo, Timothy Mouse, Mrs. Jumbo, and Casey Junior.

Bambi: Bambi, Faline, Thumper, Miss Bunny, and Flower.

Song of the South: Br’er Rabbit, Br’er Fox, and Br’er Bear.

The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad: Mr. Toad and the Headless Horseman.

Cinderella: Cinderella, Prince Canrming, Fairy Godmother, Jaq, Gus, Mary, Suzy, Pearla, and Blue Birds.

Alice In Wonderland: Alice, Mad Hatter, March Hare, White Rabbit, Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum, Cheshire Cat, Queen of Hearts, and Deck of Cards.

Peter Pan: Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Captain Hook, Mr. Smee, Pirate Crew, and Tick-Tock the Crocodile.

Lady and the Tramp: Lady and Tramp.

Sleeping Beauty: Aurora, Prince Phillip, Flora, Fauna, Merryweather, Maleficent, Diablo, and the Goons.

101 Dalmatians: Pongo, Perdita, 99 Dalmatian Puppies, and Cruella De Vil.

The Sword in the Stone: Merlin and Archimedes.

Mary Poppins: Penguin Waiters

The Jungle Book: Mowgli, Shanti, Baloo, Bagheera, King Louie, Monkeys, Shere Khan and Kaa.

Herbie the Love Bug: Herbie.

Robin Hood: Robin Hood, Maid Marian, Little John, and Friar Tuck.

The Aristocat: Thomas O’Malley, Duchess, Marie, Berlioz, and Toulouse.

Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh: Winnie the Pooh, Piglet, Tigger, Eeyore, Rabbit, Kanga, Roo, Owl, and Gopher.

The Rescuers: Bernard and Bianca.

Pete’s Dragon: Elliot the Dragon.

The Fox and the Hound: Todd and Copper.

The Black Cauldron: The Horned King and the Army of the Dead.

The Great Mouse Detective: Basil, Dawson, and Professor Ratigan.

Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Roger Rabbit, Jessica Rabbit, Baby Herman, and Benny the Cab.

Oliver and Company: Oliver, Dodger, and Jenny Forrester.

Talespin: Don Karnage and Sky Pirates.

The Little Mermaid: Ariel, Eric, Melody, Flounder, Sebastian, Scuttle, King Triton, Ursula, Flotsam, and Jetsam.

Darkwing Duck: Darkwing Duck, Launchpad McQuack, Gosalyn, Negaduck, Megavolt, Quackerjack, Brushroot, and Liquidator.

Beauty and the Beast: Belle, Beast, Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip, and Gaston.

Aladdin: Aladdin, Jasmine, Abu, Genie, Magic Carpet, Rajah, Jafar, and Iago.

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Jack Skellington, Sally Ragdoll, Zero, Oogie Boogie, Lock, Shock, Barrel, Mayor of Halloween Town, Dr. Finkelstein, Wolfman, Harlequin Demon, Snake Fingers, Undersea Gal, Vampires, Witches, Corpse Family, Igor, Scary Clown, Behemoth, Mummy, Devil, Mr. Hyde, and Zombie Band.

The Lion King: Simba, Nala, Kiara, Kovu, Timon, Pumbaa, Rafiki, Zazu, Scar, Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed.

Pocahontas: Pocahontas, John Smith, Meeko, and Flit.

Toy Story: Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Jessie, Bo Peep, Hamm, Rex, Mr. Potato Head, Mrs. Potato Head, Slinky Dog, Little Green Men, Trixie, Buttercup, Dolly, Mr. Pricklepants, Forky, Ducky, Bunny, Duke Caboom, Green Army Men, Evil Emperor Zurg, Bonnie Anderson, and Mrs. Anderson.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Quasimodo, Esmeralda, Clopin, and Judge Claude Frollo.

Hercules: Hercules, Meg, Philoctetes, Pegasus, Hades, Pain, Panic, Hydra, and the Muses.

The Recess: T.J. Detweiler, Ashley Spinelli, Vince LaSalle, Gus Griswald, Gretchen Grundler, and Mikey Blumberg.

Mulan: Fa Mulan, Li Shang, Mushu, Crickee, and Grandma Fa.

A Bug’s Life: Flik, Princess Atta, Dot, Heimlich, Francis, Slim, Dim, Rosie, Tuck, Roll, Manny, and Gypsy.

Tarzan: Tarzan, Jane Porter, Terk, and Tantor.

Dinosaur: Iguanodon, Styracosaurus, Brachiosaurus, Parasaurolophus, Pachyrhinosaurus, Struthiomimus, Stgymoloch, Microceratops, Pteranodon, Velociraptor, and Carnotaurus.

The Emperor’s New Groove: Kuzco, Yzma, and Kronk.

Atlantis the Lost Empire: Milo Thatch, Princess Kida, Mole, Vinny, Audrey, Joshua Sweet, and Obby.

Monsters Inc.: Mike Wazowski, James P. Sullivan, Celia, Randall Bogg, and Yeti.

Lilo and Stitch: Lilo Pelekai, Stitch, Nani Pelekai, David, Jumba Jookiba, Pleakley, Angel, Reuben, Sparky, Sample, Felix, Gantu, and Cobra Bubbles.

Treasure Planet: Jim Hawkins, B.E.N., Morph, and Long John Silver.

Kim Possible: Kimberly Anne Possible, Ron Stoppable, Rufus, Wade, Dr. Drakken, and Shego.

Brother Bear: Kenei, Koda, Rutt, and Tuke.

Finding Nemo: Nemo, Marlin, Dory, Squirt, Crush, Hank, Destiny, Bailey, Bruce, Anchor, Chum, Mr. Ray, and Nemo’s Classmates.

The Incredibles: Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, Violet Parr, Dash Parr, Jack-Jack Parr, and Frozone.

Cars: Lightning McQueen, Tow Mater, Sally, Cruz Ramirez, Luigi, Guido, Ramone, Flo, Filmore, Sarge, Sheriff, Red, Lizzie, and Mack.

Ratatouille: Remy and Emile.

Phineas and Ferb: Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher, Candace Flynn, Isabella Garcia-Shapiro, Perry the Platypus, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Jeremy Johnson, Stacy Hirano, Baljeet Tjinder, Buford Van Stomm, Gretchen, Adyson Sweetwater, Ginger Hirano, Katie, Milly, Holly, Linda Flynn, Lawrence Fletcher, Vivian Garcia-Shapiro, Pinky the Chihuahua, Terry the Turtle, Peter the Panda, Meap, Major Monogram, Carl, Vanessa Doofenshmirtz, Milo Murphy, Melissa Chase, Zack Underwood, Diogee, Candervish, and Dakota.

Wall-E: Wall-E and Eve.

Up: Carl Fredrickson, Russell, and Dug.

The Princess and the Frog: Tiana, Naveen, Louis, and Dr. Facilier.

Tangled: Rapunzel, Flynn Rider, Pascal, Maximus, Cassandra, Lance, Red, Angry, and Varian.

Brave: Merida, Queen Elinor, King Fergus, and Angus.

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy Corduroy, Waddles, Candy, Grenda, Bill Cipher, Agent Power, and Agent Trigger.

Wreck-It Ralph: Wreck-It Ralph, Vanellope Von Schweetz, Fix-It Felix, Sergeant Calhoun, Shank, Taffyta Muttonfudge, Rancis Fluggerbutter, Candlehead, Gloyd Orangeboar, Minty Zaki, Swizzle Malarky, Snowanna Rainbou, Jubileena Bing Bing, Adorabeezle Winterpop, Citrusella Flugpucker, Sour Bill, Sonic the Hedgehog, Tails, Dr. Eggman, Mario, Bowser, Ryu, Ken, Chun Li, Zangief, M. Bison, PAC-MAN, Inky, Blinky, Pinky, Clyde, Neff, Zombie, and Cybugs.

Frozen: Anna, Elsa, Olaf, Kristoff, Sven, Marshmallow, and the Snowgies.

Big Hero 6: Hiro Hamada, Baymax, Go Go Tomago, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Fred Fredrickson, Minimax, and Aunt Cass.

Inside Out: Joy, Sadness, Disgust, Anger, Fear, Riley Andersen, Mr. and Mrs. Andersen.

Star vs The Forces of Evil: Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz.

Zootopia: Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, Chief Bogo, and Flash.

Moana: Moana, Maui, Pua, and Hei-Hei.

Coco: Miguel Rivera, Hector Rivera, Imelda Rivera, Coco Rivera, Dante, Rivera’s Family of the Living Realm, Rivera’s Family of the Living Dead, and Pepita.

Big City Green: Cricket Green, Tilly Green, Bill Green, Nancy Green, Alice Green, Remy Remington, and Gloria Sato.

The Owl House: Luz Noceda, Eda Clawthorne, King, Hooty, Amity Blight, Willow Park, Gus Porter, Hunter the Golden Guard, and Emperor Belos.

The Muppet Show: Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, Gonzo, Fozzie Bear, Animal, Rizzo the Rat, Scooter, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, Beaker, Statler, Waldorf, Swedish Chef, Rowland the Dog, Pepe the King Prawn, Dr. Teeth, Janice, Floyd Pepper, Zoot, Camilla the Chicken, Walter, Sweetums, Sam the Eagle, Bean the Bunny, Penguins, Uncle Deadly, Bobo the Bear, and Big Mean Carl.

Marvel (Earth 12041): Spider-Man, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor Odinson, Hulk, Black Widow, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Captain Marvel, Spider-Gwen, Kid Arachnid, Ant-Man, The Wasp, Ms. Marvel, Star Lord, Gamora, Drax, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Mantis, She Hulk, A-Bomb, Red Hulk, Skaar, Moon Girl, Devil Dinosaur, Deadpool, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, Venom, Doctor Octopus, Loki Laufyson, Red Skull, Crimson Widow, M.O.D.O.K., Whiplash, and Taskmaster.

Star Wars: C-3PO, R2-D2, BB-8, Rey, Finn, Poe Dameron, Chewbacca, Kylo Ren, General Hux, and First Order Stormtroopers.

And there you have it folks. This is how I planned to add some Disney Characters including Pixar, Marvel, and Star Wars are gonna be in Amphibia: Calamity War. Also for video game characters from Wreck-It Ralph that will be guest stars for future chapter. Thanks for reading!

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hockeynascarfan91258 · 3 years

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A/N: Here is Chapter 2. If you need to catch up and the link to Chapter 1 is provided at the end of this Update.

It's been a few days since Eden started her relationship with both Sid and Kris. The day after the gala was Valentine's Day Sid took her out on a nice little date of playing golf before they headed to the game. After the game in which they won and Sid and Kris had both scored a goal and gotten an assist, they head back to Sid's and they celebrated with Kris who had made them all dinner. And of course they had ended the night with wild steamy sex. Eden made sure she was packed and ready as after the Penguins game ended she was headed to the Daytona. She was happy that rain was on her side.

She had her car at the arena with her bag in it. As soon as the game was over she was going to head to the airport and fly to Daytona and Chase going to meet her at the airport. The game had just started. They were playing the Red Wings. Eden was happy.

The Penguins ended up winning and again both Sid and Kris had a goal. Eden went to clean up and put things away and stock up for the next game. She then went to look for Sid and Kris to say goodbye before she left for Daytona.

Eden heads into the locker room. The guys have all left except for Kris and Sid. They had media before they could shower and suck. She walks in and Sid was sitting in front of his make locker stall. He hadn't showered yet either. Eden goes over and climbs into his lap.

"Hey baby." Sid says.

"Hey are you okay?" Sid asks.

"Yes just didn't want to leave cus I know when we do I will be going home with out you." Sid says.

"Aww baby. It's just a few days. Then I will be back here." Eden says.

"I know but with him." Sid says.

"Who Chase?" Eden asks.

"Yes Chase." Sid says.

"He's just my best friend. Yes I love him to pieces but not like the way I love you." Eden says.

"I'm afraid you are going to leave me for him because you don't want to share me with Kris." Sid says.

"Hey look at me baby. I would never leave you baby or Kris." Eden says.

"Are you sure?" Sid asks.

"Unless you cheated with another girl then yes I am sure." Eden says.

"Okay." Sid says looking up into her eyes.

Eden sees a bunch of emotions swirling in them. She leans down and kisses him. One kiss lead to another until they were fighting for control of the kiss. Soon they were all but ripping each other's clothes off. Eden then lowers herself down onto Sid's cock and starts to move riding him.

"God baby that's it ride my cock." Sid moans leaning back against his locker watching her.

"God baby you feel so good inside me stretching me." Eden moans throwing her head back in pleasure.

"Hmm you look so pretty taking my cock up inside your sweet pussy, tits bouncing as you ride me cow girl." Sid groans.

Eden starts to move harder and faster. Sid leans forward and starts to attack her breasted with his mouth ravaging them both making Eden Yelp out in pleasure.

"Fuck Sid." Eden screams.

"That's it baby let them know who is fucking you, making you feel so good." Sid moans.

He flips her onto her back on the bench and starts to pound into her. Eden wraps her legs around his waist pulling him in further.

"Sid oh god." Eden calls out as she digs her nails into his back.

"Cum for me pretty girl. " Sid begs knowing she was close.

"Sid god." Eden calls out as she cums hard.

Orgasm rushing trough her.

"Eden baby." Sid moans as he cums hard feeling her walls milking his release out of him.

They ride it out.

"Hmm we need to head to the showers baby Kris is there waiting for us." Sid says.

"Hmm okay." Eden says.

Eden and Sid head to the showers. Kris was in a stall locked in. Eden and Sid shower together. Eden finished before Sid and goes to get out. She heads out to Sid's locker so she could get dressed. She was drying off when Kris comes up behind her wrapping his arms around her. He was still wet from his shower. Eden turns to face him.

"God all wet baby." Eden purrs at him.

"I am now question is are you wet for me?." Kris asks pulling her in for a kiss.

That was all it took. Eden pulls off his towel and Kris pulls off her. He then picks her up and slams her back into Sid's locker. Eden wraps her legs around him letting him go deeper.

"God Kris." Eden moans.

"Sorry I needed you baby. Its going to be fast and its going to be rough." Kris groans.

They both move together building each other up. They call out each other's name as they both orgasm. They ride it out.

"We need to get dressed and go out cus I have a plane to catch." Eden says.

"I know baby but me and Sid wanted to fill you up with our cum so you remember who you belong too." Kris replies kissing her.

Kris puts her feet on the ground so she could get dressed. She does. Sid comes out and both him and Kris get dressed.

"Safe trip baby, text me when you get to Daytona." Sid says kissing her cheek.

"I will baby. See you guys Monday night." Eden says.

"Okay baby." Kris says kissing her too.

"Please play nice when Chase is here." Eden says.

"Can't make promises baby but we will try." Kris and Sid both say.

They then head out of the arena and up to their cars. Eden gets in hers. She had a text from Chase.

"After the game drive to the airstrip there is a surprise waiting for you." Chase texted.

"Okay see you soon." Eden replied.

"Sooner then you think. ;)." Chase replies back.

Eden shook her head. She then heads out to the airstrip. A little bit later she arrives and parks. There was a plane waiting for her that she didn't recognize. She gets out of the car grabbing her bag. She heads towards the plane as the door opens up and the steps come down. Eden happily climbs them. Waiting inside was none other then Chase, Ryan and Fletch.

"Hi baby." Eden coos as Fletch jumps all over her.

"Down Fletch." Chase says.

Fletch lays down immediately.

"Aww he just missed me." Eden says squatting down scratching his ears and rubbing his belly.

She then stands up and embraces Chase in the biggest hug. Chase hugged her right back.

"Oh would you two get a damn room." Ryan says rolling his eyes chuckling.

"Hi to you too Ryan." Eden says.

"We better get going." Chase says.

"Yup got a race to run later today." Ryan says.

"Are you flying?" Eden asks Chase.

"Yup this is my plane." Chase says.

"Aww okay." Eden replies.

Chase heads to the cockpit. Ryan and Eden take seats and buckle up. When they were cleared they took off for Daytona. Ryan and Eden both snooze on the flight.

A little bit later they Eden and Ryan woke as they were landing.

"Thanks for coming to get me with Chase." Eden says.

"Always. I am just glad you could come. He has been so happy." Ryan says.

"I am glad I could come too. I love watching him race." Eden replies.

"Yeah he has a surprise for you when he gets you back to the coach." Ryan says.

"He always does." Eden says smiling.

Chase finished got them on the ground safely. He then turns off everything and heads out to get Eden and Ryan so they could get off the plane and head back to the track. Chase comes out.

"Okay we can go now." Chase says leashing Fletch.

"I will take him." Eden says taking the leash from Chase.

"Okay I will get your bags." Chase replies.

Eden nods her head. Chase grabs the bags and the three of them and Fletch get off the plane. They head to Chase's car and get in. Chase drives them to the track. He shows his credentials and heads to the motor coach lot. He pulls up beside his coach and parks.

"Thanks for going with me to get her." Chase says to Ryan.

"Anytime man." Ryan says.

"Goodnight Ryan." Eden says.

"Goodnight guys. See you later today. " Ryan says.

He hugs them both and then heads off to his coach. Eden walks Fletch over to the grass and lets him use the bathroom. They then head back to Chase's coach and head inside. Chase carries her bag into his room.

"Oh am I sleeping in here?" Eden asks.

"Figured you would want the bed. I will sleep on the couch." Chase says.

"No that is okay Chase we can share the bed." Eden says.

"You sure?" Chase asks.

"Yes figured we could cuddle and watch Netflix until we fell asleep. That way Fletch could sleep with us too." Eden says.

"Okay." Chase says.

He left her to get changed. Eden changed into her pajamas and then called Chase back in. Chase got ready for bed and they both climbed in. Eden snuggled up against Chase. Fletch jumped on the bed laying at their feet.

"I missed you Clyde." Eden says.

"I know princess I missed you too." Chase says kissing her head.

"So I have to tell you something. I know I can and you won't judge me." Eden says.

"Never would I judge you." Chase says.

"Sid isn't just my boyfriend. I am also dating Kris too." Eden says.

"Wait what?" Chase asks.

"Yeah apparently Kris and Sid are bisexual and are in a relationship. So they wanted me to be in a poly relationship with them both." Eden replies.

"Okay, are you happy?" Chase asks.

"Yes." Eden says.

"Then I am happy." Chase says kissing her head.

"This is why I love you so much. You always support me and have my back." Eden says.

"I love you just as much. I will always have your back and I will always support you. Just like I know you will always do the same with me." Chase says.

"Always." Eden says.

Chase and Eden cuddle as they watch netflix. They end up falling asleep.

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Later that next morning Eden woke up to something smelling amazing. She opens her eyes seeing Chase walk in with breakfast.

"Something smells so good." Eden says.

"Breakfast in bed for my princess." Chase says.

"Oh what did you make?" Eden asks.

"French Toast, eggs just like you like them, scrapple and sausage." Chase replies.

"My favorites." Eden says.

"Of course." Chase replies smiling.

He sits down and they both dig in. Fletch tried to steal some. Eden and Chase didn't feed him food but they did let him lick their plates when they were done.

"So what time is the race?" Eden asks.

"Four." Chase replies.

"Okay." Eden says.

"Since I am racing the hooters theme, I have an outfit for you." Chase says.

"Want me to be your hooters girl huh?' Eden asks chuckling.

"Of course." Chase replies.

Eden laughed. She would do anything for him. They hung out at the coach until it time for them to head down to the track. Eden put her orange shorts and hooters shirt on. She then links hands with Chase and they head down to the track. Eden stood on Pitt lane while Chase did drivers intros. Finally Chase joined her at his car. Eden looped her arm through his and leaned her head on his shoulder. They say a prayer and then the anthem was sung. Finally it was time for Chase to climb into the car.

"Be safe baby." Eden says.

"I will. See you after." Chase replies.

"Yes. Good luck." Eden says.

She kisses him on the cheek.

"Love you Princess." Chase says.

"Love you too Clyde." Eden says.

Chase gets in the car and Eden took her seat on the box. Ear phones on so she could hear Chase and Allan.

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Meanwhile back in Pittsburgh. Sid and Kris were at Sid's in the game room. They were watching the Daytona 500. During the anthem they zoomed in on Chase and there Eden was looking like a two bit hooker leaning against Chase.

"What the actual fuck." Sid says.

"How the fuck could she do that on National Tv." Kris says.

"She looks like a whore." Sid says.

"Yes and Chase is an asshole." Kris says.

Sid grabbed his phone.

"What the fuck are you doing Eden? Looking like a whore on National TV." Sid texted.

Eden didn't reply which only pissed Sid off more. He would have to teach her a lesson when she got home.

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Eden was enjoying the race. Chase was running good and she was so proud of him.

Chase ended up winning the race and she was so happy and excited. She all but jumped off the box and read to victory lane. A few minutes later Chase pulled in and got out of the car. They celebrated him and then interviewed him. Eden goes over and kisses him.

"Congratulations Clyde I am so happy for you." Eden says.

"Thank you baby." Chase asks returning the kiss.

Eden got an idea. She took the checkered flag. After posing in a few pictures with Chase she left VL. She took the flag back and headed into the coach. She stripped out of her clothes snd wrapped the flag around her body waiting for him to come back.

A little bit later Chase finally came back and entered his coach.

"Eden you here?" Chase calls out.

"Yes in the bedroom." Eden replied.

Chase comes walking through the door a few seconds later.

"What is this?" Chase asks seeing her as she kneeled up on the bed.

"Come get your prize Clyde." Eden says.

Chase walked over to her. Eden locked eyes with him seeing the love and lust in them.

"Are you sure?" Chase asks.

Eden grabbed him by his firesuit belt pulling him closer to her kissing him. Chase kissed back. Eden reaches up and starts to pull down his suit. She then runs her hands up his chest as she lifts his under shirt up and over his head.

"God damn." Eden says voice hitching.

"Eden are you sure about this? Once we cross this we can't go back." Chase says.

"I know Chase trust me. I want this." Eden says.

She then finished taking off his suit followed by his boxers. Eden then looked him up and down wondering why she didn't do this sooner. Chase kisses her as he pulls the flag off her throwing it behind him.

"God Eden you are so beautiful. I love you so much." Chase says as he gently lays her back on the bed.

"You're not bad on the eyes either Clyde." Eden says.

"I don't have any condoms." Chase says.

"Chase I don't care I just need you. And wait why don't you have condoms?" Eden asks.

"Because I am still a virgin Eden. I love you and I was saving myself for you." Chase says.

"Aww Clyde. I love you too." Eden says.

Chase leans down kissing her softly as he pushed into her. Eden moans against his lips. He was a lot bigger then Sid and Kris so it took a few for her to adjust.

"God Eden." Chase moans out as he moves.

"That's it Clyde baby. Doing so good." Eden purrs as she moves with him.

Chase moans as he moved a little harder.

"God Chase that is it." Eden moans moving with him.

She digs her nails into his back as she moves.

"Fuck baby." Chase groans as it made him move harder.

"So close Chase so close." Eden moans.

"Me too baby, I am going to pull out since I don't have a condom." Chase says.

"No baby please cum inside me." Eden begs.

"Are you sure baby? Chase asks.

"God yes please. I want to feel you inside." Eden begs.

"God okay." Chase moans.

He thrusts into her a few more times.

"God Clyde baby." Eden calls out as she cums hard.

Her orgasm running through her.

"Eden baby." Chase moans as he cums hard her walls milking his release from him.

The ride it out together. They make love a few more times before falling to the bed spent. Eden was curled up against Chase's chest. They were still connected from their love making.

"God that was magical." Eden says.

"Really even with my inexperience?" Chase asks.

"God yes baby. You made me orgasm four times. That is pretty good for being a virgin." Eden says kissing his chest.

" I'm glad I lived up to the hype." Chase says kissing her head.

"You did and I love you." Eden says.

"I love you too Eden. I have always loved you." Chase says.

"I know. When we went to senior prom together everyone thought we were a couple then. I should have listened to them and we wouldn't be here right now." Eden says sadly.

"Where do we go from here?" Chase asks.

"I am not sure but I love you. However after a good nights rest we can figure it out." Eden says.

"Yes so true. I have some media to do in the morning then I can fly us back to Pittsburgh." Chase says.

"Okay baby get some sleep." Eden says.

"You too princess, Goodnight I love you." Chase says.

"Goodnight Clyde I love you too." Eden says.

They snuggle together with Fletch at their feel falling into a much needed sleep.

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sun-summoning · 4 years

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Jason has an alternate plan for Dog in Red Hood #36

Jason takes it as a positive sign that Damian hasn’t pulled out a weapon. The brat has his hood drawn up and his arms crossed as he leans against his bike. His nose wrinkles, a sign of his distaste, and Jason rolls his eyes behind his mask because it’s not like anyone forced the brat to come here. He makes the mistake of voicing that thought, prompting Damian to scowl even fiercer than usual.

“You blackmailed me, you idiot!” He brandishes an accusing finger. “I will find those photos.”

“Sure you will,” Jason mocks. Polaroids were easier to hide from Damian that digital files he could hack, particularly polaroids of adorable little Robins doing adorable little things.

Damian’s hands fall back under his cape. “Why did you call me here?”

“I have your birthday present.”

“My birthday was exactly six months ago.”

“Belated then.” He shrugs. “Or early. Take your pick.”

Jason gestures for Damian to follow him to his car, which he does so with a heavy sigh. Dog is already pawing at the window begging to be let out to meet a new friend. Jason opens the door and the dog immediately jumps out to greet Damian. The brat shows Dog more affection in their first minute of knowing each other than Damian has shown Jason since they met years ago.

“His name is Dog.” Jason doesn’t miss Damian’s unimpressed stare. “As if Bat-Cow is the height of creativity!”

Damian pets Dog and hides his smile over Dog’s exuberant greeting licks.

“I’ve gotta leave Gotham—“

“Tt — you’re not even supposed to be in Gotham after killing Penguin!”

“—and I need someone to take care of him for now.”

Damian’s head snaps up. “It’s not a present if you intend to take him back, Todd.”

“Fine, Dog’s on loan. No birthday present for you.”

“I didn’t even ask for him!”

“You saying you don’t want him?”

“As if you’re not just doing this to annoy Father even more.”

“That is completely untrue and I am offended that you would even suggest that,” Jason barely denies. “He’d get along with Titus.” Everyone gets along with Titus. “And he’ll like the yard.”

“And what do I get?”

“The gift of Dog’s friendship, obviously.”

“No thanks.”

“My appreciation?”

“I’m already not telling everyone that Red Hood is back in Gotham, idiot.”

Honestly, Jason can just go back to his original plan of leaving Dog with Isabel, but her schedule isn’t ideal and he really does think Dog love playing with Titus everyday. And terrible as Damian might be with people, he’s actually really great with animals.

“Tell you what,” Jason begins, changing tactics. “This can be your first big boy job.” He throws an arm around Damian’s shoulder with little regard for personal space and/or safety. “You pet-sit for me and I get you a new weapon for every month Dog’s with you.”

The fact that Damian hasn’t stabbed him means he’s considering the deal. He looks up at Jason from where he’s positioned in a semi headlock, eyes certainly narrowed behind his mask and lips pursed in thought.

Finally, he nods. “I want a sword.”

“You have, like, twenty swords already.”

“I want a space sword.”

“I’m not even going to space!”

“Those are my terms, Todd.”

That brat.

With a deep sigh, Jason nods. He wraps his arm around Damian’s head a bit tighter, indulging in that instinct one has to squish something that’s adorable, like demon brothers who asked for new toys as payment. Jason can be a jerk about it and order some children’s toy sword as a joke, or he can put real effort into finding something worthwhile when he’s not in the middle of being tracked by some drone.

For now, he decides that this meeting has gone on too long. He’s been in Gotham for longer than he wanted and it’s probably past Damian’s bedtime.

“I can’t take Dog on my bike.”

Jason looks around as if he expects Dick or Bruce to come out and scold him for his next idea. “You want to trade?” Jason throws him his car keys. “I’d be better off with a bike right now.”

Damian cocks his head curiously. “Father wouldn’t approve of you giving me a car.”

“What do you think would annoy him more -- the car or the new dog?”

The corner of the brat’s lips twitches as he fights down a smirk. Jason guides Dog into the backseat while not at all snorting at Damian moving his seat forward to reach the pedals. Dog whimpers when Jason begins to walk away. He pauses by the window and gives Dog one last pat.

“He’s annoying, but I like him well enough. Don’t let him get into too much trouble. And don’t let him do anything stupid like get hurt or run away.”

“Tt — I know how to take care of a dog, Todd.”

Jason musses Damian’s hair before heading over to his new bike. “I was talking to Dog.”

#damian wayne #jason todd

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guacameowle · 4 years

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Random Storytime!

February 14, 2020 is the 23rd anniversary of my becoming a vegetarian!

Most people wouldn’t have this day memorized; it’s not as though I actually celebrate in any way. The only reason I remember is because how I became a vegetarian happened in such a ridiculous way (& semi-traumatizing for myself as a child) that it has remained a very vivid memory of mine to this day.

When I was in 2nd grade my family up & moved across the country to Texas. As we settled into our new home, my mom took up a temporary job as a substitute teacher for the school district my older brother & I were enrolled in.

On February 14, 1997, a Friday if I recall, my mom happened to be the substitute teacher for my 2nd grade class (Cheers to my 2nd grade teacher for ditching her class of children to leave a whole day clear to get dicked down for Valentine’s Day. Respect.). This wasn’t the first time my mom had been my substitute teacher (my hometown was very small at the time) so I didn’t think it would a day different from any other.

Our teacher had left us with a bunch of busy work - random worksheets to fill out, drawings to finish, stories to read. My mom wasn’t required to teach any lesson plans, just to move us from one task to the next after a set time.

One particular worksheet required that we “connect the food to the animal it comes from.” The left column had various foods (eggs, hamburger, steak, sausage links, chicken nuggets, & a ham) & the right column had a few animals listed (cow, pig, chicken, ostrich, & horse).

What kinda fucking worksheet????

Should have been easy-peasy, right? Yeah, the rest of my class thought so as they were all zooming through the worksheet without being confused as fuck like I was. I spent a good few minutes sitting in my chair looking around at my classmates & back down to my paper several times, wondering why nobody else seemed to not need any help. After a while I thought maybe since I was new to the class, as I had only recently moved to Texas, that I had missed the lesson explaining this concept.

No big deal. I’d just go up & ask my mom since she was my substitute teacher that day. I brought the paper up to the desk where my mom sat, handed it to her & said, “I don’t understand.” She took one quick glance at the page & simply repeated “connect the foods to the animals they come from.” Blink blink. Blink. Yeah, I can fucking read, mom. Thanks. What does that mean exactly? I asked again, “What does that mean?” My mom took a pencil & drew a line connecting the hamburger to the cow on the page. My exact words to her were, “A cow poops a hamburger?”

I will never forget the look on my mom’s face when she fucking realized she had never taught me what meat or animal products were or where they came from, particularly how they were obtained. ‘Oh shiiiiiiiiiiit’ doesn’t even being to cover that expression she wore.

Now, at this point, I should make it known that by the age of 8 years old I was deadset on becoming a veterinarian; it was all I had wanted to be since I was 3 years old (at the age of 25 I officially became one, heyoooo!). I loved animals more than anything else. I had once beaten the shit out of my older brother because I saw him try to kick a pigeon - I went into a blind murderous rage! Even after my dad had pulled me off of him & held me upside down I didn’t stop swinging & kicking. Point being - I LOVED ANIMALS MORE THAN ANYTHING. I would never do anything to hurt them.

My mom wasn’t gentle when she dropped the earth-shattering knowledge on me that some animals were used for human consumption.

“No, a cow doesn’t poop a hamburger. The cow is killed and cut up for meat to make a hamburger. *she draws a line from sausage links to the pig* Sausage comes from pig meat. *she draws a line from chicken nuggets to the chicken* Chicken nuggets are made from chicken meat. *she draws a line from eggs to the chicken and ostrich* Birds lay eggs, some kinds that we eat. *she draws a line from the ham to the pig* Ham comes from pig meat.”

Here is where I finally overcame my absolute shock & horror at all this new information that had been thrown at me about my precious animals... & broke down crying, very loudly, then proceeded to run out of the classroom because I remembered that my dad had packed me a ham sandwich intended for lunch that day. Wasn’t fucking eating that anymore. Nope.

My mom gets a neighboring teacher to look after the class & goes off after me. It was easy to find me, just had to follow the noise of the wailing & sniffling little girl in the bathroom stall.

I don’t exactly remember how she coaxed me out of the stall back into the classroom, but I do remember yelling at her that I thought her & dad were liars & monsters for letting me eat animals & that I would never trust food ever again, lololol.

She didn’t make me finish the worksheet. Years later she told me she finished it for me so I’d get the credit, but she figured I’d been traumatized enough.

Lunch time rolled around a short while later. I had a packed lunch that my dad had so lovingly made me, the monster-liar-animal-eater that he was! I refused to eat anything that was packed for me until I asked a bunch of questions about it. I sat with my mom in the classroom during lunch & pointed at everything that was packed for me & everything that she’d brought for herself, asking if it came from an animal & which animal. The only thing I’d deemed safe eating were my carrot sticks, some grapes, and my apple juice - but even then I was still suspicious. I glared at my mom the entire time she ate her own ham sandwich.

On top of that, it had been Valentine’s Day! Everyone in my class had exchanged chocolates, my absolute favorite food! Which animal did chocolate come from? Monkeys? Penguins? Turtles? I didn’t fucking know! My mom explained it came from a bean grown from the ground, but that it was sometimes made with milk from cows. Alive cows that were only milked & not killed. I was suspicious & no longer had any trust in me, so I didn’t eat a single piece anyway. Do you know how it was for me to not eat any of the chocolate that day???? IT WAS THE HARDEST THING I’VE EVER DONE!

It took me a while to come to terms with the fact that people ate animals. I was very upset & offended, but decided that just because they all did didn’t mean I had to! So, I became a vegetarian that day. My parents thought it was a phase, that I’d grow out of it. At first they joked that I liked meat too much to give it up forever. After a few weeks of that not working, they took me to a doctor to have him explain the importance of having a balanced diet for a growing child, but I didn’t care to listen. I did get sick a few weeks after that - surprise, iron deficiency! A different doctor helped me make a list of vegetables I needed to eat more of if I wanted to stay healthy.

So that’s how I became a vegetarian; a shitty ‘connect the foods to the animals’ worksheet that traumatized me. A day that was meant for love was the day of my worst heartache. At the time it was horrifying, but now it’s become a funny family story my mom likes sharing with people. Occasionally she will randomly say “a cow poops a hamburger?” & laugh at me.

#Meowle Mumbles #vegetarian #storytime #long post #text post

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Lovecraft Country Soundtrack: Complete Details and Playlist

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HBO’s latest blockbuster drama effort, Lovecraft Country, is a unique Lovecraftian beast. As adapted by Matt Ruff’s novel of the same name, the show takes classic horror, sci-fi, and adventure tropes and adapts them into a timely story of American racism.

Though the series is certainly timely, it’s also timeless. As evidenced by our helpful explainer article, it wasn’t immediately clear when Lovecraft Country even took place. That’s partly because the Jim Crow era of American institutionalized racism was a lengthy one. And the fact that Atticus “Tic” Freeman was a war veteran didn’t help out much. Which war coincided with “whites only” restaurants and sundown towns? World War II, The Korean War, The Vietnam War – take your pick, really. That pleasant disorientation is enhanced by an equally disorienting soundtrack.

Rest assured, Lovecraft Country takes place in the mid 1950s. But the show’s excellent soundtrack is not limited to the mid 1950s. Sure, there are your standard old-timey classics like “I Just Want To Make Love To You” by Etta James and “Sinnerman” by Nina Simone. But the show’s music choices also include some anachronistic numbers. The hard-changing “Clones” by Tierra Whack is unmistakably modern hip hop. Even Marilyn Manson of all people contributes a song as an episode closer.

Lovecraft Country’s superb soundtrack isn’t even limited to music itself. The series’ first two episodes both feature extended spoken word monologues from Black academics and deep-thinkers that serve as the score for certain scenes. Episode 1 “Sundown” brings a James Baldwin debate to the table while episode 2, “Whitey’s on the Moon” gets its name from a Gil-Scott Heron poem that scores a climactic scene.

Given the depth of Lovecraft Country’s fascinating soundtrack, we decided to catalog it. Follow along with the show’s song choices here.

Episode 1 – Sundown

“Main Title (From the Jackie Robinson Story)” by Herschel Burke Gilbert

“Sh-Boom” by The Crew Cuts

“I Just Want To Make Love To You” by Etta James

“Clones” by Tierra Whack

“I Want a Tall Skinny Papa” by Sister Rosetta Tharpe

“Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On” by Big Maybelle

“September Song” by Sarah Vaughan

“You Upset Me Baby” by B.B. King

“Recipe For Happiness” by Jimmy Self

“Sinnerman” by Alice Smith

Episode 2 – Whitey’s on the Moon

The Jeffersons Theme Song by Ja’Net DuBois and Oren Waters

“Bad Moon Rising” by Mourning Ritual (feat. Peter Dreimanis)

“The End” by Earl Grant

“Blackbird” by Nina Simone

“Killing Strangers” by Marilyn Manson

“Whitey’s on the Moon” by Gil-Scott Heron

“River” by Leon Bridges

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Episode 3 – Holy Ghost

“Window” by The Album Leaf

“Ain’t That a Shame”by Fats Domino

“Ständchen” by Marian Anderson and Franz Rupp

“God’s Been Good to Me” by The Mighty Walker Brothers

“Boogie at Midnight” by Roy Brown

“Good Rockin’ Daddy” by Etta James

“Is You Or Is You Ain’t My Baby” by Louis Jordan

“I Don’t Hurt Anymore” by Dinah Washington

“Take It Back” by Dorinda Clarke-Cole

“Satan, We’re Gonna Tear Your Kingdom Down” by Shirley Caesar

Episode 4 – A History of Violence

“Bitch Better Have My Money” by Rihanna

“Get Em” by Jade Josephine

“Cops and Robbers” by Bo Diddley

“Devil or Angel” by The Clovers

“Cows” by Kbn Kbnlondon

“I Put a Spell on You” by Marilyn Manson (cover)

Episode 5 – Strange Case

“Tonight, You Belong To Me” by Patience & Prudence

“Dark Phrases” by Janet League from For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf (1976)

“Return to Love” by Black Atlass

“Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea”

“Money” by Cardi B

“Bad Religion” by Frank Ocean

“Please Give Your Love to Me” by Robin Robinson

“Tutti Frutti” by Pat Boone

“My Baby Dearest Darling” by The Charms

“Sweetly Sad” by Alain Bernard Denis

“Melody in F” by Trevor Brown

“Tutti Frutti” by Little Richard

“Lovin’ Machine”

“Lonely World” by Moses Sumney

“Bodak Yellow” by Cardi B

Episode 6 – Meet Me in Daegu

“The Trolley Song (from Meet Me In St. Louis)” by Judy Garland

“Neujeun Jajinmori” from APM Music Library

“Main Title (from Easter Parade)” by Johnny Gree, The MGM Studio Orchestra & The MGM Studio Chorus

“Oppaneun Punggakjaengiya” by Park Hyang-rim

“Overture (from Summer Stock)” by MGM Orchestra

“You Wonderful You (from Summer Stock)” by Gene Kelly and Judy Garland

Episode 7 – I Am.

“A Message From The Man In The Moon” by Josephine Baker

“Baby Let’s Make Some Love” by The Penguins

“Besame Mucho” by Josephine Baker

“Tear The Roof Off” by Moonshine (Extreme Music Library)

“Piel Canela” by Josephine Baker

“Better To Miss You” by FirstCom Music Library

“Bam-A-Lam” by Roy Milton Orchestra with Mickey Champion

“Lady Marmalade” by LaBelle

“Fire” by Mother’s Finest

“Sinnerman” by Alice Smith

Episode 8 – Jig-a-Bobo

“Cruel Summer” by Bananarama

“Wee Small Hours” by APM Music Library

“Stop Dat Knocking” by Peter Di-Sante, Brian Mark, David Van Veersblick & Roger Smith

“I Put A Spell On You” by Alice Smith

“Topsy With Her Yellow Eyes” by actors

“’m here to say never again for black girls too” by Naomi Wadler at the March for Our Lives rally

“Stormy Weather” by Bilie Holiday

“Sinnerman” by Alice Smith

Episode 9 – Rewind 1921

“Avalon” by Al Jolson

“My Baby’s Foxtrot” by FirstCom Music Library

“Don’t Kill Dub” by Rob feat. Sonia Sanchez

“Tulsa, 1921: Catch The Fire” by composer with Janai Brugger of the Metropolitan Opera

Episode 10 – Full Circle

“Easy Living” by Billie Holiday

“Ready Or Not” by Gizzle

“Jungle Alibi” by FirstCom Music Library

“Weary” by Solange

“Swing Out Sister” by 5 Alarm Music Library

“I Am Blessed” by Nina Simone

“Sh-Boom” by The Chords

“Keep Your Lamps Trimmed and Burning” by Mississippi Fred McDowell

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miss abba ( @complicatedbabyhoneyfreak ) tagged tew do dis so here we go!

Name: ana

Nickname: ion rlly have any rip no rights for for 3 letter names

Zodiac: aquarius babey!!

Height: 6′1?? idk @ dis point

Languages: english, spanish, asl sometimes??

Nationality: am*rican

Favourite season: spring!!!

Favourite flower: lillies of the incas are v cute! honorable mentions to dahlias & tulips !!

Favourite animal: we all know i love cows but i also love a good penguin! idk i only have beef w bugs

Favourite scent: baked goods? the beach?

Favourite fictional character: me wife emily

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: not to be babie but i love a good hot chocolate even tho i havent had one in like 50 yrs

Average Sleep: ....it rlly depends but at least 6 hrs maybe?? i b nappin doe

Favourite color: it changes all the time but i think like a pastel orange rn

Dogs or Cats: we donut discriminate in dis household

Number of blankets: 1!!! sometimes i’ll throw my duvet over tho for #insulation

Dream trip: a safari in south africa!!

Blog established: i made this like jan 2019?? so a little over a year but dis my like 4/5th blog on dis site rip

Random fact: i once won like a 4 day trip across the country that was like 87% free

Gender: wo-woman! (???)

Sexuality: ??? i’m like 95% shore im lesbean but whomst knows

Harry Potter moral compass: idk what this means

Where are you from: *palm tree & beach emojis*

Why did you start this blog: i just wanted tew scream into the void abt me wife

Most recent album played: i’ve been rotating dula peepa’s, the weeknd’s, icarus falls, & n*all’s the past like 2ish days??

i’ll tag @wanturbelly @brwnskin-bunnyteeth @dallas-suit-harry & @romanticmovies !! obvi absolutely no pressure if u don’t want to! twas a nice distraction tho! 💫💓

#ty miss abba <333 #tag game

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bts-jimin16 · 5 years

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BTS Reaction to Their S/O Waking Them Up to Tell Them a Random Fact

Anon Request: Can you do a reaction where their S/O wakes them up to tell them a random fact about an animal? Like their S/O was reading something about an animal and it was on his/her mind and he/she couldn't sleep so she woke them up to tell them about it. Sorry if that doesn't make sense lol

A/N: OMG this request is so cuteeeee ^^

Namjoon

Honestly, Namjoon loved to learn new things, so when you woke him up one night to tell him a random fact about penguins you read earlier that day, he didn’t mind one bit. He found it endearing actually and it made him just more fond of you.

Y/n: “Did you know that Little Blue Penguins are the smallest type of penguin, they’re so adorable!”

Namjoon: “I bet they are y/n, you’ll have to show me tomorrow but let’s go back to sleep for now”

Seokjin

Seokjin would be all whiny like a child that got woken up by their parents and told to go to bed. You couldn’t resist waking him up though, your tongue was basically itching to tell him about a very interesting fact you learnt about slugs. Even though he seemed annoyed, Seokjin would still listen to you ramble on all the while still being half asleep.

Y/n: “Jinnie...who would have thought that slugs have 4 noses??? Like imagine smelling food with 4 noses!!!”

Seokjin: “Are you trying to make me feel bad or something??”

Yoongi

Anyone that knows Yoongi knows that Yoongi LOVES his sleep; and if anyone ever wakes him when he’s sleeping, they’ll surely regret it. But when it’s you on the other hand.... he could never be mad, so when one night you had the urge to tell him something you learnt, he just listened and noded his head, internally going all soft hearing you talk.

Y/n: “Guess what! Snails can sleep up to 3 years! I bet you’d love if you could sleep for that long”

Yoongi: “Sigh...why wasn’t I born a snail?”

Hoseok

Hoseok would leap out of bed with his hands up ready to attack whoever had wakened him up. Upon seeing that it was you he’d calm down and let out a sigh of relief then proceed to ask why you had woken him up. He’d listen intently with admiration in his eyes as you told him all about what you found so fascinating.

Y/n: “Did you know a cow gives nearly 200,000 glasses of milk in a lifetime. Cows are the greatest, they give so much and they never complain, all they want is grass....just grass....wow”

Hoseok: “They are amazing, we don’t deserve them”

Jimin

Jimin was sound asleep as you laid on his chest but unlike Jimin, your brain was going 100 miles a minute and you just couldn’t sleep. You were reading animal facts just before you went to bed and now you couldn’t stop thinking about them. Feeling the urge to tell someone, you nudged Jimin’s shoulder to wake him up. He stirred and opened his eyes and gave you a concerned look, wondering why you were waking him up at a time like this.

Y/n: “Jiminie....I know this is very random and you’re really tired but did you know that around 50 percent of orangutans have fractured bones, due to falling out of trees on a regular basis.......the poor things....I feel bad for them...”

Jimin: “Sound like if Namjoon was an animal...” he’d giggle just thinking about it.

Taehyung

You and Taehyung were night owls and usually stayed up late and went sleep at ridiculous times but tonight he had crashed and went sleep before you. Since you were up by yourself and bored out of your mind, you found yourself reading fun facts about tigers (don’t ask how you got there) You came across an intereting fact about tiger and had to share it with Tae...so you proceeded to wake him up.

Y/n: “I was reading about animals earlier and came across an article that said that Tiger cubs leave their mother when they are around 2 years of age. Isn’t that sad but courageous at the same time..... I have so much respect for them”

Taehyung: “Oh my God that’s horrible.....I suddenly miss my eomma....EOMMAAAAAA...!” he’d run off to find his phone to call his mother with fat tears in his eyes.

Jungkook

It hadn’t been a solid 10 minutes since Jungkook fell asleep and although you didn’t want to disturb him....you just couldn’t help it. Lightly tapping his shoulder to get his attention, he slowly opened his eyes and glared at you. Without giving him a second to comprehend anything you just blurted out what was on your mind. He was a little taken back but he still managed a smart reply.

Y/n: “Can you believe Giraffes don’t have any vocal cords! Imagine not being able to sing.......you’d be out of a job.”

Jungkook: “It’s a good thing I’m not a giraffe then” he’d smirk, eyes half open half shut.

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candyqueenblog · 4 years

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Harvest Moon 30 Day Challenge (Day 1)

(I’m just gonna chug through all 30 days at once ‘cause I fear NO MAN!)

Day 1: What’s your favorite console Harvest Moon game?

Answer: This question actually took a LOT out of me lol. It’s so hard to narrow down, but the one I keep coming back to is Harvest Moon: Animal Parade. I’ve listed the reasons under the cut in case you want to read more.

The Crops: This is gonna sound, like, SUPER WEIRD, but I LOVE how the crops/flowers/fruits look in this game! They’re so pretty and TASTY-looking! My favorite crops in this game are: Strawberry, Watermelon, Spinach, Buckwheat, Pansy, Morning Glory, Bluemist Flower, Anemone, and Apple!

The Livestock: The livestock in this game are soooooo cute! Admittedly, there were a few things that irked me (like, WHY am I only allowed two have three types of animals in my barn? Why can’t there be four? Why do the Sheep complain and LOSE FP when I sheer them? Sheering is GOOD for them!) but overall, I LOVED that the barn-animals had multiple uses (you can ride/milk/sheer a sheep - all in one!) and their designs were ADORABLE! My favorites are the Cows and the Silkworms!

Finn: I know, for fans of this game, that opinions on Finn are somewhat divided. Some think he’s cute, some think he’s a more annoying Navi. I, personally, enjoyed his company! Seeing his little glowing light darting around you as you ran around Castanet added a mystical-quality to an ALREADY magical game, and I liked that he was always there for you (and you for him).

The Recipes: This is basically my “the crops are so pretty uwu” statement but for the food lol. I’ve been playing Harvest Moon for 15+ years, and in Animal Parade, there were a lot of unique recipes that I hadn’t seen in previous games. My favorites (that look like something I’d eat irl lol) are: Apple Candy, Cheese Omelette, Chocolate Cake, Orange Juice, Apple Cocktail, Roasted Corn, and Chocolate Ice Cream

The Pets: In previous iterations of Harvest Moon, you were either assigned a singular pet (like the Dog in Friends of Mineral Town) or could buy one from a Pet Store. In Animal Parade, you gained pets by befriending the Wild Animals around town. I’m not sure which one is my favorite, but it’s a DEFINITE tie between the Baby Boar and the Penguin!

The Story: There’s nothing REVOLUTIONARY about the story, but I just LOVE how it all boils down to: “Life here sucks, please help us!” Everyone is just so MISERABLE and it’s oddly hilarious XD

The Furniture: Another weird one, but I feel like it’s overlooked in favor of the spouses and the environment. I like how there’s a higher degree of customizability in regards to the interior of your house. There’s different types of storage containers, cooking utensils, televisions, miscellaneous furniture, etc, and it really helps add to the depth of this game. I really like the “Cute”-type storage containers, the Ice Cream Makers (they’re shaped like Penguins!), the “Chic”-type seating furniture, the “Cute”-type Dial Phone, and the Picture Frames you can use to frame the photographs you take in-game!

The Villagers: You CAN’T have a Harvest Moon game without villagers! Yes, these are basically the same characters from Tree of Tranquility (another fave of mine), but I can’t really be upset by this, because I loved them then and I love them now. Yolanda is my favorite! That fiesty old woman takes no guff from Chase or anybody else lol.

The Marriage Candidates: In a Harvest Moon game, spouses are a staple! The marriage candidates in Animal Parade are the same as Tree of Tranquility with the addition of four new ones: The Harvest King, The Harvest Goddess, The Witch, and The Wizard. I married The Wizard in my first ever playthrough because he was cute. That’s it. Cut me some slack, I was a teenager smitten with grey-haired anime boys lol. I never got a chance to start a new file and marry a Bachelorette, but my favorite is a three-way draw between Anissa, Renee, and Phoebe.

The Events: In Animal Parade, there are two types of Events: Request and Random. Request Events are events wherein people ask you to bring them things and you get rewarded, and Random Events are just that - random (though some of them DO reward you with things.) My favorite Request Event is “Winter Fishing” because, if you complete it, you’re rewarded with a White Seal Doll for your house, and my favorite Random Event is “Rob Frost the Snowman” because, if you help the poor guy find his nose, he’ll reward you every morning with a new gift! :D

The Rival Marriages: Unfortunately, in a lot of the newer games (both in Harveset Moon AND Story of Seasons), Rival Marriage/Kids were removed from the game due to players feeling both guilty for stealing a spouse from a rival and also upset when THAT rival stole their chosen marriage candidate. I actually REALLY MISS the Rival Marriages. It added a whole new depth to the game and somewhat of a time limit.

The Spouse Chores: I like being able to put your spouse and kids to work on the farm. About time those freeloaders made themselves useful lol.

The Camera: This is SUCH a unique and intersting feature that I don’t know why it wasn’t implimented more often! You could take photos of your family, pets, home, scenery, strangers... actually, that last one is kinda creepy lol.

#harvest moon #animal parade

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if we could restart everything | kdfd

if we could restart everything / kdfd / 3.8k / for the ina11 writing exchange

Sakuma just gives him a mildly exasperated look. “He’s the nicest one around here.” he replies, and that must say a lot about the other ayakashi if he’s meant to be the best one here.

“You could seek refuge there.” Sakuma says. “Though you might not like it.”

“Is there nowhere else?” Fudou asks.

my contribution to the ina11 writing exchange! this is for @maryseph, whose prompt as og ina11 as yokai. it was quite a general prompt, so i checked out your blog beforehand to see what you liked and saw your love for kdfd, so i decided to make it about that. from og ina11 as yokai it went from teikoku trio (kotei penguin no3 trio?) as yokai. sorry if it seems a little stilted or rushed, because i did cram this. my knowledge on yokai is purely based on growing up watching nurarihyon no mago and a bit of research, so sorry for any inaccuracies. anyways, i hope you enjoy it regardless!

alternatively, read it on ao3 here

(and @ina11writingexchange thank you for hosting this fun little event!!)

The 11th District used to be known as one of the few places where no spirits resided, due to a shrine protecting the entire area from both good and evil supernatural creatures. That all changed a decade ago, when the structure was destroyed by a calamity no one could explain even until now. For a while, rumors had circulated that it was caused by the yokai themselves, in order for them to get into the prefecture that was out of their reach for so long, but it died down shortly, because it turned out that even they avoided going to the 11th District. At most, they’d simply pass by, because it was nearly impossible to stay long. There was something about the atmosphere there, they would say, that made them feel like they weren’t welcome, and it would show.

Though Fudou isn’t particularly active in their community, he does know enough that he could probably count the number of spirits who actually reside inside the 11th District with one hand, regardless of the area’s infamy, and he likes none of them, though it isn’t enough to stop him from going. He’s never been bothered by gossip in the first place — gossip is made by the mischievous, after all, and causing that is in his blood, second instinct, as a fox demon — but there’s always a sliver of truth to what others say, so he’s cautious as he travels towards the very place that so many of his kind avoid.

Besides, as much as he hates to admit it, he’s desperate. With the current state he’s in, he can only keep going so far.

“It’s past midnight; you don’t have to move so cautiously.” a voice suddenly says. Fudou glances up and sees Sakuma, perched at the edge of the rooftop of the house across, crouched like a bird despite how he’s in his human form. It looks ridiculous, but he’s probably doing it because the other is in his human form as well. Fudou can’t help but straighten up at the familiar sight of the spirit he hadn’t seen in years, despite how it hurts to do so and how he still can’t help but lean on the wall for support. Sakuma’s one eye — he lost the other one to a greedy daimyo who was interested in the yatagarasu, and that’s the other distinct feature about Sakuma besides his three legs — trails down to the way Fudou’s hand grips at the left side of his abdomen. Fudou doesn’t miss the movement, but it’s not like he’s willing to retract his hold. That’ll only make things worse.

Sakuma must take Fudou’s silence as reluctance to believe his words, because he adds, “The humans are asleep. I would know.”

“Would you?” Fudou can’t help but retort. “Thought you stopped staying in places for too long ever since Kageyama.”

“Whatever.” says Sakuma flippantly, before eyeing Fudou’s wound once more. “That, I don’t want to know.”

“Good, because there’s no way in hell I’m telling.”

“—but out of all places out there, this one’s the worst one to stumble into.” Sakuma tilts his head. “Then again, you seem to have been wandering around for a while. It’s a wonder that no human has spotted you yet.”

“What can I say? I’m quite nimble.” Fudou says. Sakuma scoffs. “If this is the worst, then why are you here?”

“For a visit.” Sakuma shrugs. “It’s quite a nice place, actually. Humans aside.”

Fudou still hasn’t felt that unwelcomed vibe that most spirits claimed to have felt in the 11th District, but then again, he isn’t really concentrating on anything but the conversation he’s having with Sakuma to distract him from the pain. “Right.” he bites out. “Well, I’m only here to pass by, so if you’re done,” Fudou resumes moving. “I’ll be off.”

Except when he takes another step forward, he can’t hide his wince at the sharp pain that shoots up his body. A bit more blood gushes out from the side of his stomach and spills past his hand, and it occurs to him, just then, that his wound might be a lot deeper than he thought. He must look like a pathetic sight to see, but Fudou grits his teeth anyway and tries to suppress the pained sound that threatens to escape him.

Sakuma drops down to the ground beside him and walks over. “There’s a temple up ahead,” he says, glancing towards the direction of the 11th District’s tallest infrastructure. A tower, but Fudou doesn’t know for what. “You could seek refuge there, though you might not like it.”

Despite how Sakuma’s barely revealing anything, Fudou is smart enough to have a good hunch. “Is there nowhere else?” he asks.

Sakuma just gives him a mildly exasperated look. “He’s the nicest one around here.” he replies, and that must say a lot about the other ayakashi if he’s meant to be the best one here. “So unless you want to drown in your own blood because your healing factor isn’t kicking in anymore, then no. At the rate you’re going, it’ll be daybreak by the time you get to leave the 11th District, and the humans will come find you.”

Fudou grimaces at the thought, because that’s the last thing he wants to do, even if he already is in human form. It’d be a lot easier to keep up the act if he wasn’t injured, because despite how his blood is red, it has a smell distinctly different from humans, and they’d recognize him to be a spirit, even though they have a belief that yokai don’t even bleed— that the moment you attack one, they’ll disperse like fog and disappear for good, just like that. It’s annoying, how perceptive the residents of this area are. “Fuck.”

“It’s a good thing we met, Fudou.” Sakuma tells him. “It would be a waste to see you die.”

“Thanks.” he replies dryly. Sakuma nods and slowly reverts back into his original form. Fudou watches the transformation and his eyes follow Sakuma as he flies away, before he turns to the tower. “The spirit of guidance, huh.” he muses to himself, letting him think of the yatagarasu for a few more seconds before starting to walk.

Much to his chagrin, he gets to his destination a lot later than he wanted to. It’s still evening, however, but the walk felt like forever, and Fudou regrets not asking Sakuma for any shortcuts, or even if he could carry him there.

But when he finally reaches the entrance of the temple, the first thing he wants to do is go back. Maybe he’s near the district’s exit or something. All he knows is that he already wants to leave. It was out of desperation and cluelessness that led him here, but without Sakuma’s presence, his head is a lot clearer, and he’s gotten used to the pain from his side that he can make room for enough pride to turn away.

In the hindsight, Fudou probably shouldn’t have spoken so soon. The moment he moves his body to start walking away almost as quickly as he came — meaning not fast at all, despite how he wants to be — his side immediately throbs like a warning. Fudou needs to rest, if not get patched up immediately. And if he leaves, he gets neither of those.

Fudou grimly wonders if not listening will get him killed.

Before he can make another decision, a familiar, low voice comes in from behind. “How long are you going to keep standing there?”

Fudou slowly turns. Kidou looks the same as always, tied dreadlocks and youthful features an exact imitation of what it was years ago. His unnatural red eyes are bright against the moonlight, and Fudou wonders how pathetic he must look to the other— practically a wounded animal, here because of his own weakness.

“Not long.” Fudou finally answers, meeting Kidou’s gaze because he refuses to back down. He has to look up, because Kidou is at the top of the stairwell that leads to the temple and Fudou is at the bottom, right in front of the torii gate entrance, and pretends like it doesn’t bother him. Kidou always did say he got worked over the smallest of things, and Fudou didn’t want to prove him right. “If you really wanted me to get out, you would’ve told me when I was halfway through here.”

Kidou doesn’t say anything, only slightly twitches. It’s not a denial. Kidou probably knew Fudou was coming here the moment Sakuma departed. One of the few perks of being a bird, Fudou would like to think, but it’s really just in Kidou’s nature, to always watch over things, to always know what’s going to happen. Fudou would be lying if he said he wasn’t the same, but he gets his information from underground, in land, where he thrives the most. Kidou lives in the higher places, in the air, fitting for his status and personality.

For a while, neither of them says anything. Then Kidou speaks up. “It’s cold. I’m heading up.”

As Kidou walks away, Fudou realizes that he’s been given an unsaid invitation inside. It makes his desire to leave wane slightly, but what really propels him to go despite how he knows— he can feel it in his bones, beyond the aching pain coming from his abdomen and the lightheadedness he’s been trying to fight off from the blood loss, that this night probably isn’t going to end well. Not that it’s been starting out great for him in the first place — is the thought that refusing might seem like he’s afraid, running away like a coward. And Fudou is many things, but he isn’t that.

It’s a small temple at first glance, but when Fudou crosses the threshold after climbing up the hill, the inside turns out to be a lot larger than it looks. An illusion, likely possible because of the paper seals that surround the area. Behind the structure is the tower Sakuma had been talking about, which Fudou is confident has a walkway attached so Kidou can go there as often and as easily as he wished.

Because Fudou has never stepped inside the 11th District before, this is his first time in Kidou’s house. Fudou settles down on the futon mat for the dining area and examines his surroundings as Kidou flits around. There isn’t much to see, but Fudou finds himself captivated with the tiniest of things anyway— the scratched up wood, the black feathers that are scattered around the room, the small cracks lining the walls. It looks almost exactly like what Kidou’s old temple looked like before, a long time ago.

Kidou returns with tissues, bandages, and paper seals with unfamiliar characters Fudou can’t make out.

It must say a lot about how exhausted Fudou is that he doesn’t protest when Kidou pulls off his yukata so he can treat the wound. After cleaning away the blood so he can get a look at the injury a lot more clearly, Kidou gets the paper seals and makes a few hand gestures, causing them to glow and surround themselves around Fudou. They both watch as the wound begins to heal itself, almost like the seals are utilizing the regenerative abilities of Fudou that he thought had given up on repairing the damage because it was just too much.

“These are divination paper seals.” Fudou points out quietly. “Where’d a demon like you get access to those?”

“I know some people.” is all Kidou says in reply. He doesn’t give Fudou anything more than that. Fair enough, Fudou guesses. He knows enough about these kinds of things though. Knows that they’re hard to come across and aren’t often made, what more given. Kidou probably had to pull some strings to get them. Or someone gifted them to him. Fudou wouldn’t put that later possibility past him. Kidou is a special figure here in the 11th District, despite how the place is notoriously known for being incredibly anti-ayakashi. There will always be a few believers, and they will always hold some kind of special power. Fudou wouldn’t even put it past him to somehow be part of why outside ayakashi actively avoid this place. Protector magic, or something. Fudou wouldn’t know.

“You’re weird, you know.” Fudou says at last.

Kidou looks up to him. “You’re weird too.” he says back. “For coming here.”

Fudou shrugs. Kidou gazes down at the tissues that are dried with blood. “Did they cause this?”

“Your people? No, but given their reputation, they probably would’ve if they knew I was here.” Fudou answers. They say that if you absolutely need to go to the 11th District for whatever reason, it’s best to do it either late at night or in the early day, when most are still asleep. The humans here are unlike the ones in other areas, who either respect or fear ayakashi. They’re driven by hate, and they like to show it. Fudou will never know the origin to it, because it’s a fact that’s almost as old as time.

He doesn’t know how the spirits that actually do live here manage to maintain their cover, but Kidou’s scent is more human than it ever was before, so Fudou guesses it must be that. He must’ve been spending more time in this form rather than his true one in order to start smelling like this, just to properly blend in, and Fudou can’t help but wince at the thought, because he’s never particularly liked turning into a human, even if he needs to, like now, for the sake of maintaining his secret.

“I got sidetracked by something while I was passing by, and a few hunters who were in area nicked me while I wasn’t looking. I thought it’d heal by itself if I went to hide within the forest, but by the time nightfall was arriving, it wasn’t, so I went to the closest town.” Which just happened to be this. “I didn’t mean to come here.”

Kidou doesn’t even blink at the latter part. “It isn’t like you to get caught in something like that.”

He has a point. Fudou is known for purposely bringing trouble when he wants to, but this one was unintentional. There’s a reason why ayakashi are discouraged to travel in their real form during the day, or when they’re close to areas or in pathways that humans frequent. Fudou is a wanderer by heart, unable to stay in one place the way many spirits are, so he’s almost always in his fox form unless he wants to stop by a certain district or town and wants to explore it a bit. This was a lack of proper judgement on his part. He slipped up and forgot, so of course the humans didn’t hesitate to take advantage of that.

“You’d know, wouldn’t you.” is Fudou’s only reply to that.

“What did you get distracted by?”

Fudou doesn’t want to say it’s because he got lost in his musings, looking to the direction of the 11th District with old memories in mind. He was just passing by, not intending to step a foot into the area, but he faltered at the last second and allowed a second of sentimentality. It wasn’t worth it, he thought, because he ended up placing his guard down and got shot by a few arrows.

“It doesn’t matter.” Fudou says, not about to tell him.

Kidou raises an eyebrow, but otherwise doesn’t comment on it.

As the last of his wound fixes itself, his side eventually looking normal after the blood has been wiped away by a fresh cloth Kidou produces and tenderly uses, Fudou starts to feel drowsy, the events of today finally catching up to him. An effect of the speed healing, he supposes, because that always takes more stamina than wanted. It's why he doesn't complain when Kidou gently touches him and gives him a knowing, familiar smile.

Really, Fudou would flip him off, but he's already losing conscious.

When he comes to, Kidou is no longer there. For a moment, Fudou panics, thinks to himself, the bastard left me again, before he abruptly calms down and realizes the stupidity of his concern and anxiety.

Since Fudou is fully healed and rested, his senses are working a lot better, so his keen nose can easily sniff out Kidou’s scent, one that lingers everywhere in the temple and drifts to the backdoor. The latter one is much more fresh, and Fudou guesses that Kidou must’ve went out.

He follows the smell all the way up to the tower, which, sure enough, is connected to the temple through a pathway that leads up to a stairwell. It’s a long trek up, but Fudou does it with minimal grumbling until he’s climbed up what he thinks to be three floors and eventually spots the familiar puff of Kidou’s odd hair at the end of it.

It’s not a surprise for Fudou to find Kidou here. He once told him how he felt more confident in himself when he was anywhere close to the sky. Fudou thought it was a testament of his god complex, but it might just be a thing of Kidou’s kind. Fudou wouldn’t know, even after all the years that have passed. Kidou is still the only tengu he knows.

It’s still dark, but it doesn’t tell much about how long Fudou’s been out. A few hours, an entire day? Fudou doesn’t know. He quietly walks over to Kidou’s side and looks to the same view the other seems to be admiring, but all he sees are identical infrastructure, the emptiness of the streets. If he squints hard enough, he can probably see the end of the 11th District, but he doesn’t feel like making the effort.

“Do you remember the last time we did this?” Kidou suddenly asks him.

Years ago in the Iyo Province. The sky was a bright blue and they stood on a hill that overlooked a riverbank. There had been kids playing along the water, but no one paid any mind to a bird and fox lounging under the shade of a tree, idly talking about a nice dango shop stationed along the roads that Fudou wanted Kidou to try out sometime.

Fudou blinks and the memory fades. “Since when did you care about looking back at the past?” he asks back instead of answering.

Kidou simply shrugs. “Maybe seeing you makes me feel nostalgic.”

Fudou feels uncomfortable at the words, at the implications of them, because it’s been years, but he hasn’t forgotten what happened. Getting mad isn’t something he’s in the mood for though, despite how he used to have all these dreams as to how he’d confront Kidou, when he’d finally get to see him again. That desire waned as time went by, and though he liked to think he wasn’t necessarily avoiding Kidou — only cowards did that, after all, and Kidou did disappear off the face of the world for a long time — he never sought him out either, never took initiative to try and see him again.

Why should he, when Kidou was the one who left?

“You can blame Sakuma for that.” is all Fudou says to that.

Kidou hums. He looks thoughtful, and Fudou is slightly caught off guard by the fact that he remembers how to tell what Kidou’s feeling or doing from just a glance.

"Fudou," Kidou starts, just as Fudou is about to turn away. Fudou has an inkling of what Kidou is about to say, but in the end, nothing comes out, and the older sighs.

"What now?" Fudou huffs. "Not gonna ever explain to me why you left?"

"Do you even want to know?"

The thing is, he doesn't. Not anymore. It's not like he cares, but it's not like he doesn't either. It's complicated, in Fudou's eyes, with no simple answer. But he hasn't seen Kidou in what feels like forever, and though the memories and banter feel the same as ever, it doesn't ache. Fudou feels like he's living a dream, and he doesn't want to break it with something so real like the truth.

“It doesn’t matter.” he says quietly, and it’s true. “It’s not going to change anything, isn’t it?”

Kidou doesn’t answer, which already tells Fudou enough. It suddenly feels awkward; Fudou wonders if he’s overstayed his welcome, if he should leave.

But before that—

“Why’d you do it?”

“Why did I do what?” asks Kidou.

“Help me.” Fudou says.

Kidou doesn’t say anything at first. Then, “Why not?”

He doesn’t know what he expected, really. Kidou was never really one to give a straight answer. Fudou is a kitsune, a kind known for stirring up mischief, but Kidou, with all his wisdom and maturity, could never bring himself to be straightforward. That inability in itself caused more arguments and misunderstandings than needed, trouble in its own right and form, but Fudou feels resigned, because at least that part about Kidou hasn’t changed.

“You’re insufferable.” Fudou comments.

Kidou smiles slightly. “I won’t ask for any thanks.” he tells him. Fudou opens his mouth, about to respond that he didn’t come here to say thanks, when Kidou continues. “But stay?”

Fudou freezes. Kidou said that once, a long time ago, when they were sitting by the footsteps of his temple as the sun was setting back in Iyo. Fudou remembers that his anger was so strong it rang through his ears, blocked hearing the desperation in Kidou’s voice and stopped him from caring. Sakuma always did say Fudou’s emotions were his own unbecoming, because for a demon fox always in motion, the concept of just pausing for one moment to see the bigger picture, to see past whatever met the eye, had never been his thing.

Kidou may have been the one who left, but it wasn’t like Fudou was willing to stay around either. It’s just not in his nature to do so, just as it’s not in Kidou’s to necessarily explain himself. Isn’t that what makes it Fudou’s fault as much as Kidou’s? Maybe that’s why they didn’t last. Maybe that’s why they were never meant to. Fudou will never really know, because it’s already happened, and he doesn’t want to talk about the past. Kidou is here, after all, in the present, and despite the front Fudou puts, he knows he’s let go of his resentment a long time ago.

“Maybe.” Fudou says, turning to him. Kidou’s smile stays, and Fudou thinks that he doesn’t want to talk about the past either.

After a while, the sunlight starts to creep up, engulfing the horizon in a beautiful orange hue. The view is magnificent, but Kidou and Fudou are only looking at each other, and they don’t say a word.

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