#probably gonna sleep in a mo' so

[monty-glasses-roxy]

My eyes are burning so you’ll have to wait until I wake up for the lil idea I had from that ask but in the mean time

DJ writes Roxy a theme song and she plays it at every race she’s in from that point onwards

[star1ight0]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Always have a place"

TW: mentions of physical/verbal abuse

I have issue, it's okay though writing make me feel better Abt them.

Yelling it was always a non-stop screaming match in your house, your quirk allows you to absorb sound and turn it into physical energy, unfortunately for your fathers quirk was much stronger than yours and fobadde you to use it outside of school. Your house was hell between your mom and dad fighting all the time and occasionally dragging you into it it felt like internal flames.

One night got particularly bad when your dad started yelling, you stepped in to remove your mom from the situation when he raised a fist to hit her as you jumped in the way. He proceeded to derect all anger at you now. Your mom ran taking the keys urging you to leave but you refused to give him even a second to potentially hurt her. She left leaving you a bleeding bruised mess as your dad walked out the door. You couldn't stand it anymore. Through the rumbing of thunder outside you patched yourself up grabbing a duffle bag with clothes. You didn't know where you'd go, but you knew you didn't want to be home when he got back.

Walking in through the rain phone in hand you dialed Katsuki's number.

"the hell? Why are you calling me it's 3am on a school night?" He said in the usual gruff tone the sleep still in his voice.

"Katsu, can i-" you were cut off by Katsuki's voice louder than before "Are you outside?! What the hell, is pouring get inside before you get sick." He said even though he sounded more aggressive you could tell he was genuinely worried.

"Katsuki please just listen to me, i- " you paused feeling a wave of hesitation "I need a place to stay tonight.. please" silence. You heard slight movement from his end. "The doors unlocked my parents are sleeping but I'll tell them while you get here. Hurry up I can't have a hypothermic partner." He said hanging up the phone.

You put the phone in your pocket walking the remaining distance to his home. You knocked on the door being greeted by Mrs. Bakugou.

She was like a second mom to you so the look on her face when she was you bruised eye and cut lip/face was beyond frightening. She helped you in placing your bag on the floor calling Katsuki to start a bath for you. "Go up and take a bath dearie, I'll leave some soup upstairs in Katsuki's room for you." She spoke in a rather soft voice.

You went up towards the bathroom seeing Katsuki still warming the water. "What the fuck. I'm gonna kill that bastard." He spoke pulling you into a hug. "Don't it's - it's my fault I got in the way it's just - he was going to hurt her and i- " your voice was braking with tears and finally giving out with a sob. You shoved your face into his chest

"It's okay dummy.. you're here and safe now. I'll take care of everything okay?" He said his voice softening. "Get on the bath I'll throw a towel in the dryer for you" he said placing a kiss on your lips.

You faced away from the door using Katsuki's soap to wash up. When katsuki returns he sees a bad bruise on your side as you wince in pain trying to wash your hair. "Give me the soap" he said his hand outwards. "Kats-" you said trying to cover yourself with your hands. "Nothing I haven't seen before, just lean back and let me do this for you." You felt your face get warm at his beginning remark but let him nonetheless. Afterwards he leaves to let you get changed.

When you entered the room there was a bowl of soup next to the bed and Katsuki was putting away laundry, you walked behind him wrapping your arms around him placing your weight onto him out of exhaustion.

"Hey, you okay now?" He asked shifting so you were in front of him. "Mhm just cold" you said and he placed his hand on your head "your probably gonna be sick. You should've called me I could've gone and got you dumbass" he says but there's no anger anywhere in his voice just worry. He picked you up bridal style placing you on the bed laying next to you. "Mom's okay with you sleeping in here but if you want the bed to yourself.. too bad." He says kissing you. You snuggling into him finally letting your guard down snuggling into him "I don't.. know how long I'll need a place-" you were cut off by a kiss from Katsuki "don't act like you don't have a place here. Besides, the hag likes you so she won't mind"

The rest of the night is cuddling and a little bit of crying, but Katsuki holds you the whole time until you both fall asleep.

[reidrum]

close to home | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a/n: this has been rotting in my brain for days now i hope you enjoy the angsty comfort this brought me <3 my requests are open (guidelines in pinned!) or if you wanna just chat hop in my ask box :) gonna hopefully work on a smut fic in the next week so keep an eye out hehe

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, protective!spencer, afab!reader who uses she/her pronouns, non bau!reader, cm type violence, reader sustains injuries from unsub, vague description of injuries, maeve mentions, derek being a good friend, spencer being so in love with reader, this takes place probably a year after maeve, inconsistencies with tls and characters but who cares

wc: 2.4k

summary: the bau is working a local case when their unsub strikes again mid investigation, hotch tells reid and morgan to go check it out but spencer finds the address of the crime to be a little too familar

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whenever the bau has a case based in the dc area, it’s always a little easier on the team. familiar stomping grounds, ease of resources, no major time difference, and everyone can sleep in their own beds. the hard part about home cases is knowing there’s a serial killer in the place they know deeply, with people they cared about deeply.

spencer and callahan are in the middle of the bullpen staring at the giant white board with all the evidence they have so far. the unsub has been killing women in their mid 20s in the local dc area, with the mo currently unknown. there had already been two victims, both killed in their homes. spencer was currently trying to analyze all the information the case had alongside with what garcia was able to provide, and he was still hitting a dead end. morgan had joined them at some point too, trying to offer what he could remember from the crime scenes but to no avail. he felt his eyes straining and dropping so he decided to get more coffee, but was stopped by hotch and garcia entering the bullpen.

“police just got a 911 call about a break in, but there’s a witness this time. she was home when it happened and it looks like he didn’t expect that and tried to knock her out before escaping. i think it sounds like our unsub. morgan and reid i need you to go check out the scene and interview the witness, see what she remembers.” hotch explained.

morgan and reid nodded as garcia spoke up, “i just sent the address to your phones, it’s a house on hillcrest so it's not that far from here.”

spencer froze. he had to have heard wrong, she did not say hillcrest, “did you say hillcrest?”

“yeah hillcrest drive. it’s like, a 15 minute drive it’s not that bad.”

he felt his heart drop to his feet, a sinking feeling building in his gut. that was the street you lived on. he tried to ground himself with logic, the probability of it being your house is only 10%, but he was dreading asking the fated question.

“garcia, what’s the house number?”

“reid, i already sent it to your pho-“

“garcia, what is the house number,” he spoke again. 

please don’t say 1159 please don’t say 1159 please don’t say-

“1159.”

fuck. the color drained from his face, and the nausea was building to a head quickly. spencer hurriedly tried to think through the last time he spoke to you, last night? this morning? he doesn’t check on you as much as he does when he’s not on a case, but oh my god why can’t he remember the last time he saw you.

“reid,” hotch bellows, finally breaking spencer out of his trance, “what is it? what do you know?”

he shook his head,  “nothing. morgan, let’s go.” he grabbed his jacket and booked it out the door.

morgan, garcia, and hotch all looked at each other in concern, before morgan spoke up, “i’ll see what’s up.” the latter two nodded softly, though the worry didn’t let up in their eyes.

morgan walked up to the car to find spencer repeatedly trying to call someone on the phone, clearly unable to get through and getting really frustrated.

spencer was alerted by morgan’s presence hearing the car unlock but he didn’t even look at him, just immediately got in the car and strapped his seat belt. morgan joined him in the drivers seat giving him a wary look before turning the car on and pulling out of the bureau.

“okay reid, spill it. it’s obvious you know who lives here.” morgan speaks up.

“just drive, please.”

“because if you know something, something that could help the case, it would be helpful if we knew.”

“morgan, just drive.” he borderline yells.

he raises his eyebrows at his raised voice, “listen kid, i’m just trying to help you. i can see you’re upset but we’re on the same side, you know that.”

spencer takes a shaky breath, feeling another shade of guilt at yelling at one of his friends, for something he didn’t even know about. he’d kept you a secret for many reasons— your relationship with him was still new, and he just wanted to keep you to himself for a bit. after what happened with maeve, he felt especially more responsible at keeping you safe and making sure you didn’t get tangled up in his line of work.

some job he did of that.

the one thing he regrets about how he handled the maeve situation, was not asking for help until it was almost too late. for not doing anything about her stalker when he was part of one of the most famous fbi teams built to find people like that. he’d always live with that guilt, but he vowed not to do that with you.

he loved you so much. you were so kind, and smart, and beautiful. a breath of fresh air after feeling lost in a dark tunnel for so long. you were so understanding when he explained what he did for a living, and what had happened to him and people he cared about as a result. he still remembers what you said to him when he told you that you could have an out, if you wanted.

“any risk is worth taking if getting to be with you is the consolation prize.”

tears welled up in eyes thinking about the memory. if you were willing to take any risk, then he should be able to as well.

he cleared his throat, and morgan’s ears perked up, “my uh, my girlfriend lives there. where the unsub, at- attacked.” he voiced softly.

morgan looked at him for a beat while driving, spencer missing the way his face dropped. he tightened his hands on the wheels, and didn’t hesitate to turn the lights and siren on and shift gears to speed up.

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the car pulled onto your street and the first thing spencer sees is the flashing light of the ambulances. morgan doesn’t even put the car in park before spencer’s bolting out hoping he can find you quickly.

he’s asking all the paramedics he’s passing if they’ve seen you or know if you’re being treated, were you transferred to a hospital and he didn’t know, the tunnel vision slowly overtaking him until he hears a voice breaking through like sunlight call out his name.

he whips his head in the direction he heard it come from, and he’s never been more grateful to be met with the beautiful sight of you. you watch his eyes widen and let out a sigh before running over to where you were sitting in the back of the ambulance. he’s definitely not thinking when he goes in to hug you, not even knowing the extent of your injuries. he’s overtaken by the desperate need to hold you in his arms so he knows you’re safe and okay.

“hi,” you choke out muffled, “funny seeing you here.”

he pulls back to inspect your face, taking note of a small cut above your left eyebrow and the beginning splotches of a bruise forming on your lower jaw. his heart aches so much looking at you, knowing what happened to you and who did this to you.

“hi, honey,” he lets out tearfully, “are you okay? i mean, of course you’re not. but what did the paramedics say? did they give you anything? are you sure they checked all your injuries? you know what, let me go call the guy over. i’ll be literally two seconds.” his panicked ramble fading off as he rounds the truck you’re sat in to find the emt.

upon his extensive questioning of the man who treated you, he found out that you had sustained a minor concussion from when the unsub swung at you with an umbrella, superficial cuts caused by a broken vase you threw to defend yourself, and a dislocated shoulder from getting shoved into the wall.

you were okay, but at what cost.

the emt leaves you two and spencer sits himself next to you on the rig. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you as tight as he can and the other hand cradles your head into the crook of his neck, holding you so tight he’s hoping he can squeeze the bad memories out of you. it’s at this moment of feeling safe and sound in his arms when the adrenaline of your attack wears off.

spencer hears a small whimper and feels a few hot tears trickle down his neck, your breathing gets faster as you’re attempting to beat your body’s fear response. the slow build up of sobs starting to rack your chest, and he immediately holds you tighter.

“it’s over, baby, they won’t hurt you anymore. i promise.”

you sniffle, “i know, i just can’t believe this happened. to me, to us. it’s not fair to you.” trailing off the last two words.

“to me? wh- what do you mean?”

you take a deep breath, “i don’t mean to bring it up again, i just know how eerily similar this is to a past experience you’ve had. and i hoped that i wouldn’t be in a position to make you feel that way again. i don’t know why this happened, i'm sorry.”

he looked down at you incredulously. genuinely unable to believe that you were sitting next to him on an ambulance, beaten up with bruises and scars after a home invasion attack, worried about how he would feel when he got to you. it was enough to finally let the swell of tears saved up in his eyes fall.

“oh sweetheart,” he chokes out, realizing you’ve been trying to be brave for him this whole time, “what happened is not your fault, do you understand me? my job is to always worry about you and your safety. when garcia said the address i…i couldn’t even process it, i don’t even know how i got to the car,” he shook his head, “but i am the last person you need to push your emotions down for. i will always take them in stride and love you even more for that, okay?”

“okay,” you take a shaky breath, “i love you.”

“i love you.” he leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

both of your heads look up at an approaching figure, who you quickly recognize to be ssa derek morgan. you knew spencer hadn’t told the team about you yet, so you tried to sit up independently as fast as you could before he came over and suspected something.

spencer’s grip didn’t let up when he bent down and whispered, “it’s okay, he knows.” you look up at him with wide eyes when derek finally reaches you.

“reid, i already talked to the detectives and we’re good to go when you’re ready,” he turns his body to you and gives you a comforting smile, “hi sweetheart, i’m derek morgan, it’s nice to meet you.”

spencer rolls his eyes at the nickname while you giggle softly, “hi derek, i’ve heard so much about you. it's nice to finally meet you too.”

“i wish it were under better circumstances,” he sighs, “listen, i know it’s all still really fresh for you, but it might help the case if you’re able to come in for a cognitive interview, or even talk to a sketch artist.”

spencer doesn’t miss a beat before protesting, “absolutely not. we can do it later, it’s fine.”

“reid-“

you look up at him placing your hand on his chest, “spence, it’s okay. i want to help, please.”

he rests his hand on top yours and gives it a light squeeze, “okay, but i’m not leaving you alone for a second.”

“i didn’t think you would.” you smile.

“alright lovebirds, you can have your private time later, we should go now.” derek teases.

spencer groans, “see this is why i didn’t say anything.”

“you think i’m bad? wait till penelope meets her.”

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the three of you pile into the car before starting the drive to spencer’s apartment so he could get you a change of clothes and other things you might need. you end up falling asleep in the back seat, the final stage of your shock sinking in like a rock. spencer checks on you from the rear view mirror and sees you passed out, and smiles.

“she’s cute,” derek starts, “can i ask how long?”

“nine months.” he replies, fishing for something out of his pocket.

“pretty boy hid a girl from all of us for nine months? maybe we’re not as good profilers as we thought.”

“imagine that,” he laughs, and gestures to the item in his hand, “look.”

spencer’s holding out a well loved photo booth strip with three pictures, of you and spencer from the time you went to a local county fair. you’re sitting in his lap, mostly due to the cramped space and the expansive limbs. the first picture is the two of you holding up finger guns attempting to be as back to back as you can. the second picture, you intended it to be a normal one where you both smile at the camera, but spencer couldn’t take his eyes off you and the picture captured the love struck gaze he had on you. the last one you were about to tell him the idea for it, when he grabbed your face and pulled you closer to kiss you, neither of you knowing when the final picture snapped.

the edges were worn out and frayed, clearly broken down by the oils on his fingers from pulling it out frequently. it was his most treasured item, a constant reminder of what was always waiting for him when he got back from grueling cases, and how lucky he was to have you in his life.

“you look really happy, kid.” derek says, thinking about the many times he’s seen his friend at rock bottom, the things that have been so brutally taken from him, and the suffering he’s had at the hands of his job. his heart warms for his friend, who seemed to finally catch a break.

“i am.”

[nctsplug02]

Over that about corruption kink with Johnny or jaehyun?

[9:24PM]

GENRE: smut, brothers best friend x VIRGIN, cocky innocent reader!

WARNINGS: LOST OF VIRGINITY, masturbating, fingering, soft sex, slow sex, vanilla sex, praising, degrading, condom usage, and kissing.

you moan, squeezing your eyes shut while he desperately grabs at your hips and drives his hips against yours.

his balls slapping your ass, causing a light pink shade to show up on the part his balls were smacking against.

“oh, fuck.” you moan and toss your head back.

your fingers working into your hole while your vibrator sits against your clit. your body jerks violently against the buzzing bullet.

“oh, my god.” you gasp and arch your back off the soft mattress.

“jae,” you moan.

“y/n?” you gasp and sit up, eyes going wide.

your eyes land on the tall and slim figure that stood in your doorway.

oh no.

you knew who the figure was; jeong jaehyun, your older brothers best friend.

“i knew it.” the man scoffs with a smug smirk.

“hm,” your gaze darkens. “care to join me?” you bring your fingers up to your mouth and you plop your fingers onto your tongue.

jaehyun looks back and licks his lips before slipping in and shutting your door behind him. it locks with a quiet click.

you softly gulp when jaehyun takes your offer.

you didn’t think he would.

“do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this day? i’ve dreamt of this day, y/n.” your eyes follow his black t-shirt that he’d tossed to the side.

“w—what day.” your chin slightly shakes when jaehyun begins to unbuckle his pants. “the day you caved in and finally allowed me to fuck you.” he crawls on your bed and stops when snuggled between your legs.

jaehyun looks down and smirks. “can i touch you, baby?” the nickname makes your stomach flutter and you follow his smirk and lazy gaze.

“since you asked so nicely.” you coon and lean forward, ghosting your lips over his.

jaehyun scoffs and quickly slams his lips onto yours. you fall back against your headboard and you let out a quiet whimper.

your hand slaps itself on the man’s freshly shaved beard while a moan escapes from your throat. jaehyun cups your thighs from under and yanks you until your under him.

jaehyun pulls away and rubs your clit with his thumb while his jaw clenches. “oh, wow— fuck.” you gasp and attempt to clamp your legs shut but jaehyuns hands are too strong that they keep ‘em apart.

“kiss me with those pretty lips, baby.” you cup his jaw and lower his lips to yours.

a moan causes you to pull away from the man. his finger slowly sinking into your pussy. “s—slowly.” you whisper, watching your pussy suck in his middle finger.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” jaehyun looks up and softly chuckles. “and i’m only using one finger.” you toss a scowl at him.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” jaehyun kisses your forehead and grins.

you moan and slightly toss your head back. his finger just sitting inside you felt amazing.

“i’m gonna add one more, okay?” he speaks softly. “wait— ow!” you let out a small cry when feeling the slight stretch.

jaehyun pauses and looks up at you. “you said to wait.” you nod and attempt to take in slow breathes but they come quick.

“wait,” you look up at him. “are you a virgin?”

fuck.

“i..” you hesitate.

would jaehyun change his mind after finding out you’re a virgin?

“i’m sorry, i’m really sorry.” you speak fast.

jaehyun tilts his head. “sorry? sorry, for what?”

you shake your head. “you probably don’t sleep with virgins. i—if you want to change your mind then just do it, i don’t care.”

your chest heaves and your eyes swell with tears. you look up to see jaehyun smiling at you. “why— why’re you smiling?”

jaehyun shakes his head and sighs. “are you done, now?”

you cock a confused eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

jaehyun laughs and slips his fingers out of you. “i mean with your little babbling,” jaehyun circles your face. “look,” he sighs, “i don’t care that you’re a virgin. i just want your first time to be.. with someone more special.” he says with a shrug.

“but, you are special. do you know how long i’ve been crushing on you?” jaehyun shakes his head. “seven years, jaehyun. seven.”

“you’re so cute.” your eyes blink shut as his finger comes into contact with the tip of your nose.

when your eyes open up, you see jaehyun smiling down at you. “maybe we should hold off on the sex and start with foreplay.”

“jae, seven years. i’ve been waiting for seven years—?!” jaehyun cups your face and nods while laughing. “alright, i get it! you waited seven years.” he laughs while you scowl.

jaehyun knocks your legs apart and he looks down before looking back up at you.

your eyes twitch while feeling jaehyuns fingers slide back into you. your lips slowly parting.

jaehyun watches your expression, his eyes searching and looking out for any signs of discomfort.

“um,” jaehyun stills his fingers in you and you bite your lip. “you can move, im fine.” he nods and begins to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“you smell so sweet, y/n. fuck.” jaehyun sighs and dips his head, connecting his lips with yours.

you pull away and moan when jaehyuns fingers brush against your g-spot. “shit,” you gasp and jaehyun looks at you. you gasp, again when jaehyun brushes the same area.

“feel good?” you nod, biting your lip and shutting your eyes close. your eyes quickly reopen and your jaw drops when feeling a volt of pleasure shot up your spine.

jaehyuns thumb rests on your clit and rubs the bud in a circular motion. “oohh, my god.” you sing in a shaky tone.

“jaehyun,” the man nods, his fingers slowing down. “i think im ready.” jaehyun slips his fingers out of you and sighs. “you can’t think that you’re ready. i have to be sure that you are. i don’t want to take your virginity if you think you’re ready. i’m serious, y/n.”

“i’m ready, jae. please.” your eyebrows pinch together.

jaehyun licks his lips. “are you sure?”

“more than ever.”

jaehyun sits up. “i’m gonna go grab a condom real quick, okay?” you quickly snatch his hand. “i—i have one.” jaehyun tilts his head. “johnny gave one to me for whenever i went to parties and said it was just in case i was looking for fun.”

jaehyun laughs. “where is it, princess?” you bite your lip. “my closet, black louis purse, it’s hanging on my door.” jaehyun nods and climbs off the bed, rushing over to your closet and yanking the door open and digging through your purse.

you sit up when jaehyun finally pulls out the golden foil and looks over at you. he kicks the door close and climbs back on the bed.

jaehyun rips the foil open and pulls out the condom, sliding it on his rock hard cock.

“are you sure you’re ready.”

“yes, i’m ready.”

jaehyun cups your calves and yanks you towards him. his thighs under your hips. jaehyun jerks himself a few more times before lining himself up.

“this may hurt a little.” jaehyun slowly pushes himself in and you wince. “ouch,” you hiss and bring your balled up fist to your mouth, digging your teeth into your knuckles.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” jaehyun takes your hand and squeezes it firmly. “fuck,” you whine, hips digging into the mattress.

jaehyun groans at the right fitting and then sighs when feeling you release the tight hold. “you feel amazing, y/n.”

a few minutes with jaehyun whispering sweet praises in your ear go by.

“you can move now, i think im okay.” jaehyun looks up at you before slowly lifting his lips and slowly dropping them back into place.

you moan and drop your head on your pillow. “wow,” you sigh and laugh.

you lift your head as jaehyun picks up his pace. he begins to snap his hips while grunting and scrunching his nose.

“i’m gonna cum, y/n.” you bring your hand to your clit and your fingers begin to rub the hard and swollen bud.

“cum and show me how good my pussy makes you feel.” jaehyun sighs and drops his body onto yours.

you gasp when feeling his dick slip in deeper. you squeeze your eyes shut and wrap your legs around him with your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

you let out soft moans while jaehyun works his way towards his climax. his base rubbing your clit, causing your orgasm to grow closer.

“i’m gonna cum— fuck, y/n.” jaehyun moans and holds himself up with his forearm.

jaehyuns forehead rests above yours. your eyes holding contact with his. your chin rises up and your jaw drops when feeling a pressure on your clit.

jaehyun smirks at your reaction to his fingers messing with your clit. “jae— oh, my— im gonna cum!” you gasp and arch your back off the bed as your orgasm crashes over you.

“oh, fuck!” jaehyun hisses when feeling you tighten around him. “shit, im cumming.” jaehyun sighs as he releases his load into the rubber condom.

jaehyun stills before getting up and sliding off the condom, tying it and tossing it in the trash can that was next to your dresser.

you watch as jaehyun cleans you up with tissue from your nightstand. “you okay?” you nod.

a grin breaks on your face when processing what had happened.

“i’m glad it was you.” jaehyun sits up with your panties and bra in hand. “hm?” he hums, turning to you and dressing you.

“i said im glad it was you that i lost my.. virginity to.” jaehyun softly smiles and sighs. “you’re brother is going to kill me.”

you sit up and snatch your bra from him. you slip your arms through the straps and you clip it on. “let’s not worry about him for now.”

as you go to wrap your arms around his neck, shouting from outside your room causes you to freeze.

“jeong jaehyun, stop banging my sister and get out here, now!” you look at him with wide eyes.

“or sure, let’s worry about him now.” jaehyun laughs and stands up from your bed, dressing himself and leaving your room to face your older brother.

[glassartpeasants]

Shit Writing drabble based on this post I made gn reader

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"Absolutely not."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Cause LAST TIME he was sick he held me down and coughed on me so I'd get sick too! And I did!" You crossed your arms as you glared at the man in front of you.

Recently, your boyfriend, the infamous Eustass 'Captain' Kid, got sick, and he's acting like it's the end of the world. It happens every time he catches a cold.

At first, like a good s/o, you made sure you took care of him and helped him through it. But just when you were least expecting it, he coughed on you so you'd have to stay with him. He got you sick and only laughed about it when he recovered before you! If you didn't love him so much you would have thrown him into the sea.

"Listen, all he's doing is complaining that you aren't coming in to see him. He's been yelling at me every time I go in there to just up and bring you to him. I've dealt with him for the past three days and I'm about to lose my damn mind!" Despite not wanting to, he made a point. Killer does a lot around the ship and tending to a sick and bratty kid probably doesn't make him any less stressed.

"Okay fine. I'll go see him but I'm staying by the door."

"As long as he can see you I'm okay. I just want him to shut up so I can get shit done." Sighing, you move past Killer and make your way to Kid.

"Wish me luck at least." Walking towards the room, you can hear the telltale coughs coming from Kid. He was always so loud when he's sick.

Knocking on the door, you enter thr room before telling him it was you.

"Hey baby, how you feeling?" Kid mo es slightly and you catch his eyes staring back at you.

"Took you long enough. I'm in here suffering and your out doing whatever! I'm your captain AND boyfriend! You should be next to me while I'm dying!"

"Your not dying you idiot. You've simply got a shitty immune system. Plus, I'm trying to avoid getting sick." Kid's eyes sharpen as he looks at you.

"Your being difficult." You couldn't help but giggle at how different he sounded while sick. It was cute but you weren't taking any chances getting close to him.

"Don't laugh at me!" Turning his back, Kid no longer looks in your direction. A part of your heart wanted to go to his aid after hearing him cough harshly.

The more he coughed, the more you felt bad. You finally couldn't take it anymore before offering to go get him some water and bring him more medicine. Only after he promised not to do anything.

"Whatever. Fine." Carefully, you move closer to Kid's bed to grab the empty water glass. Yet as soon as you wrap your hand around the glass, Kid jolts out of bed and grabs you. His arms wrapping around your body before throwing you down to the bed while still trapped in his arms.

"Kid! Let me go! You promised not to pull anything!" Pulling himself closer to you, you can see the shit eating smirk on his face.

"I lied." You try to wiggle away but you were no match for his strength. Panic started settling in when you heard small coughs coming from Kid.

"You better not! I swear to god kid if you do what I think your gonna do!" Kids laughter rings around room.

Just as you feared, you feel him cough directly in your face. When you tried to yell at him, you were cut short by him slamming his lips against yours. If the cough didn't spread his sickness, then it sure did now.

"Damnit Kid!" Your voice muffled through the kiss only making Kid smile.

"There. Now go to sleep I'm tired." Turning at him, you give him the look at his sheer audacity, only to see him with his eyes closed. Yelling at him a few times yet only to be ignored, made you sigh in frustration.

There was no way you were escaping his grip anytime soon so you finally had to accept your fate.

As soon as Kid wakes up though, you were gonna make sure he didn't get let off easily.

Better hope he can handle someone who complained as much as him.

[somewhat-insane]

Okay, so, I know a lot of people were discouraged after the LMK S5 trailer. The art is different, yes, but remember there are still people working behind the screen; passionate about this story they're trying to tell. To rebuild faith and re-spark hope, I'm going through the trailer frame by frame and sharing anything cool I find. (There is some (what I hope is) constructive criticism in here, but I would like to reiterate something other fans have said. DO. NOT. HARRASS. ANYONE. WORKING. ON. THE. SHOW. They're doing their best with what they have available to them. We're lucky Wildbrain decided to pick the show back up because if they hadn't, we may not have gotten the rest of the story.)

They've been brought in front of the council to discuss their car's extended warranty. ALSO WHERE IS MK'S JACKET AND BANDANA? THEY WHOLE ASS PROBABLY SNATCHED THIS POOR BOY OUT OF HIS BED WHILE HE WAS SLEEPING

Don't worry, babygirl, I still think you're pretty ^3^

Okay, they gave him his clothes back, phew.

Hehe, tiny monkies.

At least our child is still adorable.

Synchronized heart attack.

He is so traumatized, lol. Someone brought up how this design for the circlet wasn't the previously established design in the show, but it COULD be based on the design used on the cover of the Journey to the West novel (as seen below)

It's not exactly the same but the shape is similar.

Anyway.

WUKONG ANGST WUKONG ANGST WUKONG ANGST

I'm realizing while doing this that Wildbrain doesn't use as many smear frames as Flying Bark did. As funny as it is to pause and see something like this in season 1-4:

It makes the animation look a LOT smoother and more energetic. Flying Bark also seems to use more frame-by-frame while Wildbrain probably uses more tweening. I suppose it makes sense though because Wildbrain is more used to 3D animation and the 2D animation they have done in the past is more paper-doll-like and doesn't need as much bounce and action.

Back to the trailer, no need to dwell.........

MO. HANG IN THERE.

MONKEY ANGST MONKEY ANGST MONKEY ANGST aposhdgpafoshdfosfapsdofpa

Oooh, wait, this frame actually kinda goes hard. I'm kinda hyped... I should draw this.

NO BRO DON'T MAKE ME CRY JUST BECAUSE OF A TRAILER

You know what this makes me think of...? Did any of you guys ever play that game called "Journey"?

It's a beautiful game with beautiful music. Y'all should play it if you haven't. Oh, and sometimes if you're playing at the same time as someone else in the world, your games will merge and you get a little play buddy :3

Genuinely love how distressed he is here.

SHADOWPEACH ANGST SHADOWPEACH ANGST

Looks like we're still gonna get cool backgrounds and background character designs!!!!

This looks like it may be some kind of storybook or memory sequence like when Chang'e was talking about how she found the ring in S3 or when LBD was talking about Macaque's death... what memory do you think we're going to be exploring this time?

This goes pretty hard. I would paint this on a wall or something.

Mk is flabbergasted.

Yay!! Mk has the support he needs. ALSO MORE SANDY

They're mortified. Probably because they just watched a giant dragon and white tiger fucking evaporate.

Hehe bord

I can't wait to see fanart of him. I'm so excited!

SHADOWPEACH SHADOWPEACH SHADOWPEACH

He's thinking about kissing him, honest.

I think he's purty

MORE PIGSY-

I've run out of room for pictures, but I hope this helped get y'all all hyped again for the new season! Have hope, stay strong!

[tea-plantz]

could i rq general headcanons of yandere bill cipher? :-) have a wonderful day btw!!

Dude Bill is literally my fav Gravity Falls character, anyways here you go and thank you for the request!

They/them for the reader

!tw: mention of blood, violence, kidnapping, torture and typical yandere stuff, spoilers!

<Yandere Bill Cipher x Reader HCS>

Ok so first of all, Bill first stumbled upon you in a small, weird town called Gravity Falls.

You were walking around in the forest, looking at trees, picking up rocks, simply enjoying a warm summer day in the bizarre town.

Bill can’t really explain why, but you strangely seemed to have caught his attention, as he continued to watch you from afar.

You seemed rather interesting and Bill didn’t exactly have anything better to do than to follow this eye catching h/c human around.

———————————————————

After that little incident, Bill couldn’t get his mind off of you. He didn’t understand why though, you were just a mere human after all, and he was a literal demon! But there was just something special about your aroma, like you were pulling him in somehow. You just seemed so different, unique, pretty… weird huh?

Bill decided that he needed to know more about you, so that’s exactly what he did! For a few months he continued to stalk keep an eye on you, gathering some information about yourself. Nothing wrong with that, right? He was just looking out for you.

Over time, Bill’s obsession with you started to grow, and not in an healthy way. He found himself craving to talk to you, to make you smile and to kiss you…(how that works, I do not know:P)

The triangle finally decided that enough was enough. He NEEDED to have you.

After a little thinking, Bill decided that the most appropriate way to go about this would be to try and make a deal with you. It’s his specialty after all!

So one morning you woke up to find a… dorito person?? floating right above your head, staring straight at you. Had that thing… had it been watching you sleep?!

“Greetings, my lovely little muse!” The yellow thing said, while bowing down and tilting it’s hat in a formal way. “How are you, Y/n, doing on this beautiful morning? Would you like some rabbit teeth-“ “AAAAAAAAAAH”

Bill desperately tried to calm you down and tell you that he meant no harm. After a bit of a struggle, you finally calmed down and listened to what he had to say.

The demon offered you a deal that honestly seemed too good to be true. You would get whatever you wished for, and all he needed in return was just a small, little favor! Whether you choose to expected this deal or not is completely up to you.

If you expect, he would be thrilled! “Great! Just great, my little friend! Now, my dear, I just need an itsy bitsy little thing from you… you!”

If you declined, however, he would just have to resort to more drastic measures to get what he desires. Either way you’re coming with him, whether you like it or not.

——————————————————————————

Now that Bill finally has you, I feel like he’s actually going to treat you pretty decent! He’s a gentleman you know, and he knows how to treat you right.

He has a romantic side, constantly giving you gifts, telling you how precious you are, and he even plays the piano for you!

Don’t be fooled though, if you do get on his bad side he won’t hesitate to punish you.

Bill can be a bit of a sadist and his punishments are usually cruel and inhumane. However, I don’t think he’s gonna hurt you physically, like cutting limbs or torture, no. I feel like Bill, being the bizarre creature he is, is probably going to punish you by for example turning you’re legs into chicken legs! Basically anything strange or abnormal that would cause you distress. He probably enjoys it as well, seeing the look on your face as you scream and run around the room. “You’re gonna have to run faster then that toots! Ahahaha!”

The dorito man probably wouldn’t chain you up or something, unless he has to. He’ll let you walk around freely in his weird dimension, moreover, you probably wouldn’t even dare to try and escape either way , since Bill has stated various threats, and made it crystal clear that he or other creatures in his dimension will hurt you, or people you care about (y’know like in the show, with Dipper and Mabel? The “ini mini miny YOU” scene) if you leave him for too long.

When it comes to jealousy, I don’t think Bill would get that jealous, honestly. He knows you’re his, plus you wouldn’t really be able to leave anyway. Although, if anyone did look at you the wrong way, well… let’s just say he won’t hesitate to kill for you. The triangle would sometimes even bring you present to remind you that you belong to him and him alone, although the gifts could sometimes be a bit gory, if you get what I’m saying. Bill would someday want to rule over the galaxy, with you by his side. That’s his ultimate goal and fantasy.

I don’t really think this is the worst situation to get stuck in, I mean come on! He can literally get you whatever you want, just as long as you love him! With just a few dark moments here and there, I think Bill would actually be a pretty good significant other, even though he can be a bit possessive.

[ktsumu]

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pairing: hockey player!iwaizumi hajime x f!reader word count: 771

chapter synopsis: icarus on ice.

masterlist | one | two (coming soon!)

Iwaizumi feels heavy on solid ground; like he’s held down in place.

He feels like the atmosphere and gravity and whatever else only exist to act on him, and everything else gets affected by that in turn.

On ice, he is weightless.

It takes him seconds to get up the ice, it takes him seconds to score. It takes him seconds to get over the boards, and it takes him seconds to get some water into him and get put right back out in the play.

But that’s what he loves about the game — he’s weightless, and he’s timeless. And nobody does timeless better than him.

His skates turn ice into snow as he races with the pair beside him, blades scraping the top off the surface, carving streaks out into the rink. He weaves through defense like it’s what he does in his sleep, bumping shoulders and sides but managing to keep the puck in the arch of his stick; loosely, but it’s there.

( He’s never been a clean player, anyway. )

It’s the adrenaline that keeps him going from there.

It comes from the screaming crowd, the skates scratching to life behind him, the crash of sticks hitting the boards, the way the goalie begins to drop in anticipation that he’s going to shoot on him; there is no stopping, not here and not now.

To his right, all he hears is screaming. Cheering, chirping; it depends on what colour the person in the stands is wearing. His team makes sure he knows to keep going, at least, as if he wasn’t gonna do that himself anyway, and his coach looked expectant when he passed him on the way to the net.

To his left, he can see Oikawa, who managed to catch up with him and is now racing towards the net on the far side — in between them is a player that wants to stop the pass he fully intends to make. Behind him, skates close in.

The most overstimulated you’ll ever be is in a jersey in motion; he doesn’t wanna be anywhere else.

You blink and you miss it; the puck is passed to Tooru and directly past the defender, just by his skates, the thundering of the arena only growing louder with every inch they get closer to the net. Knowing the boards are coming up on him, Iwaizumi stops abruptly, bringing him to a messy halt in the corner. It’s probably killing his ankles, but at least it stops him. Not much can.

Iwaizumi comes to standstill. The player behind him doesn’t.

He doesn’t have the time to see if Oikawa got the goal, because when he turns to look again, all he can see is a body flying towards him and a barred stick coming with it. And by the time he processes that he wants to get out of the way, he’s already in the air.

The last thing he sees before he hits something — he doesn't even know what — are the blinding lights that hang from the tall ceiling of the arena and the jumbotron housing the score, telling everyone that they’re winning.

But, then again, hockey is timeless. Just as fast as sees the score, he’s slamming against the ice and wall at full force, his helmet flying off and a pop in his knee so violent it makes him lightheaded.

The arena suddenly gets louder, and his vision doubles as he struggles to find the air he had a few seconds ago. Gloves are dropping, people are throwing punches like it's a different sport entirely, and all he can think about is how bad his brain is shaking instead of his skull and how bright the world is. He can’t do anything but wheeze out groans and struggle to get a glove off, clutching his jersey in the middle of his chest as his ears ring. He tries to move, but just yells instead. It's a lot easier.

He tries to bend his leg, but that doesn’t help the noise any.

One of the medics they keep on standby rushes onto the ice and right over to him, dropping to his level with a bright orange kit as they rest a hand on his chest.

“Stay still,” they say. It sounds like they’re both underwater — he’s guesses that he’s the one drowning. “Don’t move your head, just stay awake 'til the big guys get here. Hey, he's going — Hajime!”

He lets out a strangled hum to avoid nodding, eyes fluttering as the woman shines a bright light at them, and his vision fleshes white before he lets himself rest.

[lokis-army-77]

Fathers Day 1996

Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!reader

Word Count: 1625

Based on the tiktoks of moms taking their children to Dollar Tree to buy Father's Day presents.

Warning: None

Masterlist 

Mommy, Mommy, Daddy needs this." Alex shook the crayon box wildly in front of him. 

"Oh, I think he does. Drop it in the cart sweetheart." I smile at him as he excitedly throws the box into the already full shopping cart. 

It was a few days before Father's Day and since Alex was now three going on twenty-three, with how independent he was, I decided it would be fun to have him pick out Eddie’s presents. 

The 10-dollar Dollar Tree budget had gone out the door as soon as Alex had walked into the store and started grabbing everything he thought his daddy needed. Pretty soon we hit twenty bucks and I had to cap him off or else he probably would have bought out the entire store. 

"Alex, baby, I think we've gotten Daddy enough presents. Why don't we go buy them and then we can wrap them up when we get home?" 

He grinned wide and nodded his head. "Otay Mommy." Then he grabbed the front of the buggy and led us to the cashier, an extremely bored-looking teenage girl. 

With every item Alex placed on the conveyer belt, he explained to the girl, "Dis is for my Daddy because it's Father's Day and he's my Daddy." 

The girl just nodded along to what he was saying and I gave her a small smile before handing her a 20 dollar bill and picking Alex up. 

As I walked out the door, Alex darned in my arm and waved at the girl, "Bye-bye!" 

............ 

When Sunday came, Alex couldn't contain himself. There was a lot of excitement in that little body of his and it had him bouncing off the walls like it was Christmas morning. 

At around 7:43 I heard the bedroom door creak open and then the soft thud of toddler's feet making their way across the carpeted floor and to the bed. 

A soft smile spread across my lips when I felt a tiny finger poke my cheek and then the soft whisper of my son. "Mommy, wake up." 

I pry open one eye and squint at him. "Alex, sweetheart, it's not even eight yet." I sigh but sit up a little anyway, knowing that if he's awake, I'm not going back to be any time soon. 

"Mommy, it's Father’s Day!" He whisper shouts. 

"I know, love." I reached out to him and bring him close so I can give his chubby cheek a kiss. He giggles. 

"Why don't we let Daddy sleep in? We can go make him some breakfast." 

Alex seems to like that idea by the way he practically bolts out of the bedroom. 

I try to crawl out of bed without waking Eddie who slept deeply on the other side of the bed. The hand that had originally gripped my hip during the night now laying limp in the valley between our bodies. 

Leaning over I give him a quick kiss on the temple before getting up and hurrying into the kitchen before Alex can get into something he shouldn't. 

With the help of an excellent sous chef, we made quick work of breakfast. Crispy bacon, waffles with mini chocolate chips sprinkled on top, scrambled eggs, two plain and one with hot sauce, a glass of orange juice, and 2 glasses of milk. 

I plated all the food, giving Eddie his hot sauce-smothered eggs and OJ, and then set them on a big tray. 

"Alex, why don't you go wake Daddy now? I'll follow so we can have breakfast in bed." 

"Bweckfast in bed?" He asks. 

"Yep, we're gonna eat on Mommy and Daddy's bed." 

He was giddy at that answer, only ever used to having to eat at the dinner table. After that, he needed no encouragement to run into the bedroom and climb on top of Eddie. 

"Daddy, Daddy. Wake up! Wake up!" Alex screamed. I walked in to see him sitting on Eddie's chest, bouncing up and down. 

Eddie groaned at the weight of the boy. "I'm up dude. I'm up. Stop bouncing." 

"It's Father's Day and you're my Daddy." He gushed, his tiny fingers pushing Eddie's eyebrow up to try and force him to open his eyes. 

"Oh? Is it?" 

"It is. Me and Mommy made you Bweckfast and a pwesent." His tone was matter of factly. 

"I can smell it. Where is Mommy?" 

"Right here, Hun," I answer, walking the tray of food to my side of the bed and placing it on the sheets as I sat crisscross next to Eddie's laid-out form. 

He turned his head and smiled at me. "Morning Momma." He sat up carefully on his elbows, Alex sliding down his chest and into his lap, giggling. 

"Morning." I gave him a slow, soft kiss on the lips. 

"Eww, cooties." Alex cries, pushing us apart. Eddie and I chuckle. 

"I don't think Mommy has cooties, little buddy." Eddie sits up more, back leaning against the headboard. 

"No, but you do," Alex informs. 

"Sweetheart, it's Father's Day, that means Daddy is cootie free for the day." 

"Oh. Okay." Alex accepts my explanation no question asked before going on to the next thing. "Can we eat now?" 

I nod and distribute the plates, handing Eddie his and taking mine, leaving Alex's on the tray so that hopefully if he spilled anything it would land there and not the duvet but a mess would most likely be made none-the-less. 

....... 

After breakfast, we moved to the living room where I made Eddie sit in his recliner and cover his eyes. 

"No peaking," Alex ordered as we headed to the hall closet to grab his presents. 

"Wouldn't dream of it bud," Eddie called. 

With twenty cheap items from the Dollar store, the gift bag that held them all felt really heavy yet Alex insisted he could hold it. 

I trailed behind him as he waddled his way back to the living room and plopped the bag down at Eddie's feet. 

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" Alex clapped and I cheered along with him as I took my spot behind him sitting on the floor. 

Eddie opened his eyes and smiled. "Oh wow, a present." 

"I picked dem out all by myself," Alex informed happily. 

"You did? That's amazing bud." Eddie bent over and grabbed the first thing out of the bag. "Oh cool, a red power anger mask that's also sunglasses." Another item. "Wow I have always wanted a bottle of olive oil," He laughed. Another. "Alex, buddy, Joe did you know I needed a Barny coloring book," he gasped out, and crayons to go with!" 

I couldn't help the tears that came to my eyes as Eddie took out every item from the bag and thanked his son for all of it. Even if they were really only children's things that Alex would like or something completely off the wall. It was such a special moment and it had me close to bawling my eyes out there on the living room floor. 

When we were done, Eddie grabbed Alex and gave him a bear hug. "Thank you so much, buddy. This was the best Father's Day present ever." 

Alex just smiled and hugged his daddy back. "You're welcome, Daddy." 

"Love you bud." Eddie gave him a big kiss on both cheeks. 

"Wove you too." Alex followed his dad's action and gave a kiss on either side of his scruffy cheeks. 

When Eddie put him down, Alex then ran off to his room, the excitement of Daddy opening his present gone. 

I stayed on the floor, willing the silent tears from my cheeks. 

"Aww baby." Eddie cooed. "Why are enough crying?" He knelt down beside me, pulling me into a hug. 

"I don't know. I'm just so happy and I love you" I cried harder into his chest. 

"Oh honey, I love you." He kissed the top of my head. 

When I was able to talk without being choked the lump in my throat, pulled away. "I actually have a present for you too." 

He looked down at me with soft eyes. "Sweetheart you didn't have to get me anything. You gave me that sweet boy in there, that's all I could ask for." 

I smiled. "Well, I didn't buy it so.." 

"Oh, you didn't? Then what is it?" 

"Well." I take his hand and place it on my stomach. "We're gonna have another baby." 

If Eddie were hooked up to a heart monitor I think the only sound in the room would be the flat line tone. He froze, eyes growing wide as he looked from my own down to where our hands rested on my stomach. 

"Really? Are you sure?" He asked, voice soft. 

I nod. "I took three tests, all positive, and I'm about three weeks late." 

A giant grin spread over his face and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes surfaced. "We're gonna have a baby." He surged forward, kissing me hard. "Fuck baby, that's the best thing you could have ever told me." Another kiss. 

I laugh. "I'm glad." 

He pulled us apart and rested his lips on my forehead as he held me close. "How the heck am I gonna top this for your Mother's Day present next year?" 

"Well, you could finish that bookcase I asked you to build me that you never started." 

He pulled away and looked and me sheepishly. "I will definitely get on that baby. Like right now, no need to wait till May. He hurriedly stood to his feet, helped me up too, gave me another kiss, then walked toward the garage where the supplies for the bookcase had been sitting for a few months. 

Ever so slightly could I hear, "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna be a dad again."

[mvskedxrtist]

Such a Bad Laozu

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Creampie, Slight Overstimulation, Choking, Slight Bondage

Nᴏᴛᴇ: I have lots of drafts saved up that I'm writing and waiting to post for you guys. I'm also adding one last fandom if you noticed my main masterlist. So, my planning, you'll see later but for now enjoy this small request

Lan!AFAB!Reader x Wei Wuxian - Such a Bad Laozu

Wei Wuxian... The Yilling Patriarch, the Yilling Laozu, demon spawn, Baba, Wei Ying, Ridiculous, many bad things.

Lan Y/N... The older Pearl of Gusu, Top three fighters, Mama, Ice Queen, the Gusu Princess, many good things.

Two completely opposite people, yet everyone saw them together most of the time during Gusu Lectures. No one knew of how Wei Wuxian was able to befriend the ice queen, not even her brothers knew... Well except Lan Xichen, but she made him promise that he didn't tell their little brother. And he's kept that promise, even to this day of how Wei Wuxian was in Mo Xuanyu's body. Lan Y/N could instantly tell it was her beloved. He wasn't able to fool her that easily.

So when Lan Wangji brought Wei Wuxian to Gusu those first few nights, you decided to have Wei Ying sleep in your palace because it made more sense then have him room with your brother. Mo Xuanyu was known for being gay so wouldn't him rooming with a woman be the best way so he's behaved? Everyone in Gusu thought so, especially Wei Wuxian.

"Wei Wuxian! The fact that you now come back here after all these years and yet decided to hide from me is shameful!" You yelled at him and pushed him onto your mat while the male looked flustered and chuckled softly. "Y/N..I know I shouldn't have."

"Oh that's definitely an understatement, Mr. Lazou. For leaving me alone these past 13 years, you will take all of my brunt." You smirked as you pulled his robes off. He looked a bit excited from your sudden change of attitude but he should of expected it. He left you alone for 13 years, he would definitely be pent up as well after finding out that his loved one was alive.

You used your Lan forehead ribbon and tied Wei Wuxian's hands up with it tight as you were on top of him. "Wow Mommy~... You better hope your brothers don't try to come in..." He teased you a bit while watching you take your robes off, getting back on top of him and wrapping your hand around his neck. "They won't. Xichen definitely won't and he'll make sure Wangji doesn't either. Now shut it."

The next few hours that went by were spent by you and Wei Wuxian fucking each other senseless like bunnies in heat, loud moans coming from the both of them. He couldn't really tell what time it was or how long they were going, he just knew that being with his pearl was amazing. "Fuck yes, Mommy~" He groaned while you were bouncing up and down his cock for probably the nth time. Squelching sounds could be heard from their hips connecting together, one look in your eyes told Wei Ying everything. He's gonna be exhausted when the sun rises.

And exhausted he was, he didn't even knew that Y/N had this much stamina until she made him cum inside of her ass for the fifth time. He could feel himself get sleepy, there probably only was a few hours left until it was time to get up yet you still wanted more from him. "Cmon, one last time, Wei Ying.." You panted softly while increasing your speed, moaning from how deep he went in you.

"B-but Mommy~ I don't think I can..~" He whined under his breath, tears in his eyes because of pleasure before you pulled his hair a bit, grabbing the ponytail. "But I know you can, baby~ Unless you're being a bad Laozu and refusing?.."

[richeeduvie]

we all know Lalo leaves his guns around… imagine if two kid bebitos find one of papas guns and try to fool around with it and accidentally shoot something like princessa’s favorite figurine, or accidentally hit Barn or worse one of their feet 🦶 something not lethal but super painful and scary 😟 this might be the one and only time Lalo spanks his kids

Princesa and Lalo are in bed. They should probably be checking in on their kids...but it's Princesa and Lalo. They're cuddly, warm on each other as the afternoon starts coming up on the morning.

"I don't know why Papa would have these. It looks so boring. You can't even play with it."

Lalo doesn't really leave the guns around. Not any ones that he can't hide. There's always a need to keep a few out of eyesight, but places he knows. Just for the safety of Princesa and his bebitos. And him - Ciro doesn't know how to haul his gun around like a man, but it's why he's here.

But Lalo's little Salamancas have their hiding spots too. For hide and seek. They think like their papa.

"Don't hold it like that!"

One of the smaller ones babble and shake their head with their older sibling.

"I'm not holding it wrong!"

"You have to hold it like thi-"

And there, it's a gun shot ringing out.

Princesa comes up from the bed instantly. There's crying instantly.

"Lalo, what was-"

"Stay here."

"They're still in their cri-"

"Stay here."

It's a order. Low. Dark in the voice and eyes. Lalo can get serious so quickly, it's why he does well in his job - and protecting Princesa.

He goes and get their little little one. He kisses them on the cheek and brings them to their mama.

"Stay here."

"They're down there-"

"Papa!"

"Don't tell him! Don't-ow!"

The pleads to not call out for Papa is a scream. It's obvious who shot their foot.

"You shot my foot! You bastard!"

Or whose foot was shot.

"You were holding it to your foot! Stupid! I was moving it!"

"...What the hell?"

And Princesa's up and down the stairs before Lalo is, holding their chubby Salamanca in her arms.

"...What did you two do? What did you-baby! Ba-"

She's panicked in seeing a small bullet wound in her child's foot with a gun on the floor - with all the tears.

"I'm sorry, Mama! I-I-"

Princesa puts her baby on the floor.

"Move away from the gun, you...you guys."

The wounded child tries to move, but they cry out.

"Not you, baby! Not-just lie dow-"

"What the hell? What the hell did you two do?"

Lalo puts the gun in safety before checking the child with a gunshot. He's a bit rough in the touch. But one of his kids just shot their damn foot! All while he's trying to touch up on their mama. He can't leave them alone?

He holds the foot up to his face.

"Did you do this?"

"No! Stupid shot me!"

"Stupider was holding it to the foot already!"

"Ay, shut up!"

His eyes are wide. They go quiet except for the tears.

Lalo picks them up, rubbing their back.

"I gotta take you to the hospital, bebé. Mama and me are gonna take you to the hospital."

He kisses their cheek, continuing a soft back rub as they cry. Princesa runs a hand through their hair. She doesn't want her own tears, but she has them coming up on her bebé's cries.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'll pull off your ears later."

They take their little, bloody foot Salamanca to the hospital, cooing and all. The actual baby is just happy to be there. Ciro was told to watch the other ones, including the one who shot their siblings foot.

"No damn guns-hey. Look at me, Ciro."

"I am!"

"No guns, Ciro. Not in front of them."

Lalo comes down to his crying child's eyesight and squeezes their face in his hands.

"I am getting at you later. You learn how to say sorry then."

Lalo rubs Princesa's knee as she gets scared. His worried Mama.

"It'll be okay, Princesa. Just a foot."

She nods and sleeps in the hospital bed. After all the tears and pain, the little Salamanca smiles. They'll take what they can get before they get their ears torn off by Papa.

Papa flicks them awake.

"Ow!"

"No more TV. That's something Mama said - grounding. I don't know what that is, but it sounds good. Look,"

"Papa!"

"Is already making you cry."

"I gotta wake to get at you. Don't pretend you can't walk for long. I'll know."

"But they-"

"I already got at stupid, huh? That's what you call them?"

"...Yes." They can't meet their papa's eyes. "Ow!"

Lalo's flicked their cheek.

"No names for family. And you better not tell Mama I punish you properly."

"How is my baby doing?"

Princesa comes in smiling like a mama. She's got jello for her baby.

"...Fine, Mama."

"Just fine for a kid who shot their foot off."

And that kid slumps down when Mama and Papa start kissing and rubbing each other in comfort in front of him. That should be punishment enough.

[utytimeline]

Thoughts on UTY (Pacifist Version)

Reactions from when I first played Pacifist, and observations I made as the game progressed.  A lot of these will be outdated by the time I get this list compiled, but it’s a faithful list of my reactions.  No spoilers, plz.  I haven’t done Geno, betrayal kills, or boss kills yet.  (I kinda don’t want to, these are my babies.)

Long post ahead.

Ruins

Questions

Clover is the narrator, aren't they? I don’t think Chara’s even in this game.

What happens if we don't leave a tip at the lemonade stand?

Is there a way to wake Decibat after he goes to sleep? (I know that's cruel, I'm just curious.)

Dalv keeps talking about a friend, talking like he thinks he will meet them again- Kanako?

Dalv is mistaking us for the human that attacked him, isn't he? The one that made Chujin decide to kill the next human?

Who was leaving Dalv corn? My best guess is Ceroba- that she's felt sorry for him this whole time.

How to look in Dalv's locked doors/drawers? (Probably have to kill him. That... is gonna hurt. I like Dalv, he's a sweetheart.)

Observations

Decibat's music volume decreases the more you stay silent. (Which makes me think all battle music is being generated by Clover, not the monster.)

"Penilla draws near." (Italics added for emphasis.) *facepalm*

"Rorrim" is "mirror" spelled backwards.

Also, "Dalv" is "Vlad" spelled backwards, so might Rorrim be Dalv's personal mirror? Seems to fit, Dalv is extremely tidy.

Dalv's furniture's "fine craftsmanship" is probably Chujin's work.

Other Thoughts

I feel like a sponge cake with 2x absorption should have an effect where it absorbs damage for at least 2 turns.

Snowdin

Questions

Does the Snowdin ice block ever move? The guy that comes here from the Dunes just stands there and does nothing. Perhaps I need to check very late in the game, return from the last SAVE in New Home or something.

What kind of creature is Mo? I looked it up, and all I can find is "he looks like a raccoon." Yeah, I can see that, but he's kinda reddish-brown, so maybe a red panda? I also considered the possibility that Mo could be a tanuki, a Japanese raccoon-dog (and yes, it looks like a raccoon) that supposedly tricks people, especially tricking them into buying drinks- and Mo is a drink salesman.

What are we to make of the human on the wanted poster that Marty describes?  She said they wore a hat like ours, but they came from space.  I can’t think of a single equippable UT item that seems outer spacey.  And since she’s describing a wanted poster, I don’t think she’s talking about Red (the monster she thought was a human).  My first guess is that some monsters may equate the Surface with outer space, since they’ve never seen either (and many monsters are obsessed with the stars- Starlo and all the monsters making wishes in Waterfall, for instance).

Observations

Flowey: "We won't be anywhere near your fancy surface air for a while." (Italics added for emphasis.) He sounds... jealous? This was when I first realized that Flowey's only playing nice, but I still have no clue what he’s really planning.

"Snowy" is just barely recognizable in "Snowfall."

Mo's theme is easy to recognize because not only does it use the Sega Genesis soundfont, it even includes the Michael Jackson whoop from Sonic 3&K.

Ice Wolf was when I started to realize that Yellow isn't that long before UT. (Yeah, I know, Flowey should've been my first clue, but I simply assumed he couldn’t be Asriel, that he was someone else that somehow turned into a flower.  Anything can happen in these games, after all.)

The Shufflers are all named after things you do with a drink: Toast, Swig, and my favorite, their leader Rephil (Refill).

The Shufflers scold Clover for starting a fight, but later Axis is the one trying to drag us into a fight.  I guess battles can go either way.

Shopkeepers have full animations, it's not just facial expressions.

Yellow finally gives us real puzzles. Some of them even take a bit to solve.

Flowey makes a comment about mailing ourselves to Asgore.  He clearly already knows about resets, so I think it’s likely that he’s seen the moment (at the end of The Dunes) that the whales start shipping people by mail.

Other Thoughts

Frostermit is so adorable. I need a Frostermit plushie.

Mo makes me think of what Spamton must have been like before Gaster (no, I'm not suggesting a connection, just that's what he made me think of- but given the other, more obvious DR inspirations throughout the game, I think it’s possible they were going for that kind of character).

Headcanon: Insomintot is related to Knight-Knight. They both inherited a genetic tendency to fall asleep when a human sings.

I love the UGPS jingle, it's so cute.

"(The remnants of a snowman. Once full of life. Now full of potential for new life.)" This line is a little creepy, to me. Clover may not realize it, they're probably just joking, but WE know that some snowmen in the Underground are alive, and I'm wondering what happened to this one.

I don't know if it's the same soundfont, but the Honeydew Resort theme reminds me of Final Fantasy: Mysticquest.

I actually picked "minor scales" when talking to the cellist at the resort, because I actually do like minor scales.

Being a Shadow the Hedgehog fan (the character, not just the game), I got a chuckle out of the description of coffee bean ammo. What do you mean, you can't eat the beans???

I haven't actually noticed any 4th wall moments, but Martlet's message on the second ball puzzle, the message that apologizes for making it too high to see and says the human must be very good at guessing, makes me think it's a very obscure allusion to the fact that Clover is being possessed by the player. There aren't enough moments like that in this game for me to go all crazy with lore and theories, but it's a nice touch to see such an allusion.

In all fairness, Marty has some craftsmanship abilities. Unfinished, shoddy workmanship notwithstanding, it still takes some knowledge of mechanics to make a water-powered door lock.

I just love Marty, she’s so sweet, I want her to be my little sister.

Waterfall

Questions

Why does the Royal Guard bother to survey their prisoners on “auditory ambiance” and things like that when they’re just gonna deliver the SOUL to Asgore???  I mean, isn’t the victim (except Red, apparently) usually dead before they get this far???

Observations

Not sure, but I’m guessing this is a different river than the one we travel with River Person.  Not only do we never meet River Person, but the colors of the ground and plants behind Ava look like the marshy sections of Waterfall that we never get to walk in.

Other Thoughts

I love how we never actually visit Waterfall (unless you count the post-credits scene), we just float past it.  Acknowledgement of the source material without actually copying it.  And gave them that much more time and room to include an entirely new area (2, if you count the Wild East as separate from the Dunes).

The mention of a Royal Scientist threw me off.  I totally did not expect Alphys, I thought this game took place many years before UT, and I’ve seen no Gaster references in this game at all.

The Dunes

Questions

More of a complaint than an actual question, but… if they wanted to make a Zelda reference, WHY OH WHY did they have to do the Death Mountain rockfall???

Since the Dunes are so near Hotland, could the gigantic Swelterstone be responsible for Hotland’s heat, too?

Since El Bailador calls us a “Sentinel of Silence,” how will killing Decibat affect the fight with Bailey?

If you do well in the Bailey fight, does he stop saying you don’t love dancing as much as him?

How to move the sunbathing (wait, what sun?) cactus that blocks that one road?

Observations

The Dunes is where I noticed that the battle theme changes depending on the location.

Sea Tea still increases SOUL speed.  Loved that they kept this in.

Same black slime that we met in MTT Resort Hotel.  And still outraged because of an elevator.  Feels like he’ll never find a working one.

Bowll being a china bowl shaped like a bull is probably a play on the phrase “a bull in a china shop.”

Clover got the green healing flowers (the ones in the Omega Flowey fight) from Violetta.

I sucked at Mew Mew Love Blaster, but I watched a walkthrough, and DID THEY SERIOUSLY GIVE MEW MEW A “BIG SHOT”?!?  (Coming back to this after finishing the game, I went, “yup, they did.”)

Other Thoughts

“Vigorous Terrain” is my favorite location theme, but I still haven’t figured out whether there’s any significance in it being a remix of “Your Best Friend.”

That first tumbleweed, the one that comes rolling out of the hole in the cliff, had me like “wut?”  I did love how they replaced Undyne’s rocks with tumbleweeds.

I also love the mines music.  The first few notes remind me of Zelda’s Lullaby (from LOZ).

I actually missed getting a free pickaxe because the monster’s trivia question about the Royal Scientist threw me off.  I still didn’t realize this took place after Asgore hired Alphys, I thought it came WAAAAY before that.  (This also finally confirmed for me that Flowey is, in fact, the same one we know from UT, Asriel.)

I tried not to make a lot of comparisons to DR, considering this isn’t even canon to UT, but I did feel like the mouse attack in Bowll’s fight was very similar to that one attack in the Maus fights in DR.  But I think the Maus fight itself was probably a reference to some old video game (can’t remember which one, it just always felt familiar), so maybe UTY was making the same reference.

Was stunned to see Undyne look-alikes in the Mines, was more surprised that they mentioned her, and was the most surprised to find that they’re not related.

Clover has a very cute animation for hopping in the mine cart.

I could not figure out Bailador’s fight mechanics, and tbh, I got thru it on an absolute fluke (and the silver scarf).  I had to look up a walkthrough later to realize you have to move into the right space AND press the action button when the color lights up.  I thought it was just being in the right space.  Every rhythm game controls differently, it seems.

Wild East

Questions

Do mail whales keep notebooks full of potential rhymes, like Marty and her notebook full of puzzle ideas?

Is “designated naptime” a reference to siestas, or did Star just not want to overwork everybody?

“A ballet shoe could be lethal if used enough times.”  Um.  Got anything to share there, Blackjack?  “Don’t question my morality!  I’m not prepared to speak on it!”  OKAY, I REALLY NEED YOU TO SPEAK ON IT NOW….

Can we get into the locked farm cellar?  (Preferably without killing anyone?)

Observations

Animals still living in the Underground at least provides some explanation for where monsters get their food (in addition to the corn).

The BEST part about the health overcharge?  You don’t lose it when you SAVE!  He might be a plague doctor, but Doc works absolute miracles.

Star paid double price for the gun he bought us.

They actually take around 15 paces for the dual (I lost count).  (And yes, I spelled it “dual” on purpose.)

Moray comments that Star made them walk around with a rubber snake in their boot.  I looked it up, and it looks like the first and most well-known movie to use that “snake in my boot” reference really WAS Toy Story (although it has origins outside of film from farther back).  So Starlo also watches animations (as long as they have cowboys).

Vengeful Virgil’s comment that not caring about others’ feelings is what makes him a villain, comes while we’re on our way to console Star after his cocky selfishness drove everyone away.  This was not a coincidence.

Every monster has a magical ability, and Starlo’s is literal “bullet time” (he can slow you down).

^This also makes me wonder: remember how he flew backwards in slow-motion when we shot him in the dual?  I wonder if he was using his bullet time on himself for dramatic effect.

Star’s family: his dad, Solomon (the sun), his mom, Crestina (the moon), and a brother who’s name I never found but looks like a 4-pointed star.  (I’ve seen people call him Orion, so I’m going with that, for now.)

Star has several sticky notes in his dad’s almanac, and keeps dad’s almanac on his own bedroom nightstand.  Seems like Star probably took his life on the farm seriously before he left home.

Star also apparently had an interest in outer space.  Possibly some confusion stemming from Toy Story?  (I actually started headcanoning that Toy Story got him into cowboys, and put together a fic on that.)

Not sure where the term “space cowboy” originated, or what Clover’s actually referring to when they say it about Star, but the first use of that phrase that I’m finding is a Steve Miller song from 1969 (referenced later in Steve Miller’s “The Joker” from 1973, the line that a lot of people associate with Steve Miller: “some people call me the space cowboy, some call me the gangster of love”).  The phrase has been used numerous times in multiple ways since then.

Seems like Star sewed his own outfit.

Other Thoughts

Picked “no” when Star asked if monsters die when you ride them into the sun cuz I thought the whole town would converge upon me, heh.

Was honestly surprised that the dummy finally showed up.  This was the first time I tried using the FIGHT option, and it turned out to be rather difficult.  I am not looking forward to Neutral or Genocide.

Star tells Ceroba we’re as good of a shot as him, and she goes, “Really?  A child?”  Still not entirely sure whether she’s poking a bit of fun at Star, but I don’t think she is.  Star doesn’t take any offense to her comment for himself, and her sprite when she speaks next, saying she’s “impressed,” looks extremely surprised.  (In all fairness, despite Blackjack’s claims, Star actually is really good.)

I suck at them all, but the mini-games in UTY are all so fun.

Love the change-up to the battle animation during Feisty Four’s attack, how they switch between characters and even team up.

“A tumbleweed rolls by.  It says hello.”  Well, why not?  I mean, the rocks and cacti are sentient.

The first mention of Kanako at The Lab had me in tears, because, like… we KNOW what happened to her.

Steamworks

Questions

“The Steamworks was the main power source of the Underground.”  This statement confuses the timeline a bit for me.  The Core is now the main power source of the Underground, but my understanding is that the Steamworks was operational long after Gaster died.

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT LAST AWARD ON THE WALL SAYS.

Does the story change at all depending on what parts you use for Axis’ gf?  (Also, I wonder how many of us just picked up the first 2 or 3 items and then realized there’s way more than 4 items to choose from and wished Ceroba would let us start over.)

Is there a way to fix the grandfather clock?

Does the grandfather clock say something different if the time on your PC actually is 6:26 on a Monday morning in spring?

Observations

Ceroba telling Clover to wait in the corner, kinda refers back to her doubting that a child could be as good of a shot as Star.  She has very little respect for Clover at this point.  Not entirely sure if it’s just because Clover’s a human, or if it’s also because they’re just a kid.

Don’t think I missed Flowey’s comment about The Lab.  He clearly does NOT want us to go there.

Ceroba must have some kind of dimensional satchel, herself.  I don’t see how else she can carry the hunkajunk we built (not to mention pulling her staff out of hammerspace).

BTW, “dihydrogen monoxide” is just water.  Vendy probably just called it that to make it sound poisonous.

Vendy said their last boot up was yesterday and that their creator always comes by on Mondays to restock them.  Sadly, the grandfather clock is stuck on 6:26, Monday morning.  Kinda feel sorry for Vendy.

Guardener is actually nice.  She even grows a flower just for the bot that came late.

Telly-Vis starts using the bullet patterns of other monsters during the “reruns” portion of the fight.

You can cheat on the Axis fight if you have the silver scarf.  Just deliberately miss Axis when you ping-pong the red balls for enough turns to heal up.

I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m guessing that Ceroba would get mad and ditch you if you kill one of the robots, turning the run into a Neutral.

Other Thoughts

Screw those water puzzles at the start of Steamworks.

DAT MUSIC, THO.

I’m not gonna try to discuss Ceroba’s growing respect for us.  That needs a whole analysis post of its own.  (Well, everything about Ceroba needs its own analysis.)

Axis rolled in and I was like, “Oh, no, another one.”  Seems like we just keep running into these darned toaster ovens on wheels.

Axis music is fire, tho, all of it.

I swear I hear some DR inspirations in the music.  Haven’t learned the names for all the tracks yet, but at one point I thought I heard Digital Roots (when Ceroba’s fiddling with the generator) and at another I thought I heard Card Castle (the room where you build Axis’ gf).

A game mechanic I love: Ceroba’s shield effect (well, as long as it’s shielding Clover).

A mechanic I hate: Jandroid’s slippery floors.

I also love the manta ray ferryboat.

Mo’s level of professionalism is off-the-charts.  He ain’t about to let a little thing like his clothes and his stand catching fire ruin a sales pitch.

Being a Christian, I’m not going to share what I really think of the Axis chase.

Loved seeing the return of popato chisps.

I swear, I thought all that white stuff was monster dust at first.  Walked into the Science Division and nearly burst into tears.

I hope somebody finally has chance to either fix Guardener or shut her down properly once they reach the surface.

Conveyor belt puzzle caused me trouble because I kept trying to box up trash.  Took me a while to realize “red” and “blue” referred to the highlights around the objects.

I’ll talk more in depth later, but I love how Clover has this calming effect on Ceroba when she’s chewing out the productivity bot.

Believe it or not, I didn’t get caught by Axis in the fireplace room!  Go me!  (Actually, it’s really not that hard….)

Still not entirely sure what I think of Axis deliberately handing us a “weapon” just to give himself an excuse to attack us.

I’ve said this before: he took me an hour and a half to fight the first time.  I really hate the mechanics in his boss fight.  And it was especially humiliating for me because I’d only died, maybe, 3 or 4 times before him.  Didn’t have any trouble with Starlo, and while I never did get the hang of Bailey’s fight, I think I only died to him once.  Guardener was responsible for the other deaths.

I love how Ceroba’s been insulting the Steamworks the whole time, but I don’t think she ever insults Axis.  That was her late husband’s baby.  And then she even gives him tips on dating.

Ceroba finally respects us after the Axis fight.  It takes remembering why she needs us for her to be able to press on with her mission.

Chujin’s House

Questions

Woodworking, robotics, SOUL research, video game designer, loving husband and father- I know Chujin was kinda old, but how DID he find time for all this???

Marty finds Kanako’s room to be unsettling.  Not sure why.

Clover doesn’t like the gas stove and worries it will cause a housefire.  I’ve wondered before whether they came from an orphanage.  Did they lose their family in a fire?

“The Founder’s Crest.”  Who are the Founders?  Founders of what?  Or is this just a reference to something I’m not familiar with?  (Possibly something in Japanese culture?)

Was Chujin actually that much older than Ceroba?  Or did he just age rapidly because of his research?  If boss monsters only age when they have children, how could he have become so old before marrying Ceroba… unless he’d already had, and lost, one child before?

I’ve been told there’s a secret behind Chujin’s grave.  Will have to check it out the next time I do a Pacifist run.

Observations

Strange that Ed found the trapdoor so easily when Ceroba didn’t know about it until Chujin told her.  Ceroba must not have covered it up properly before locking up the house.  Possibly also Chujin somehow arranged it with her that he would be the one cleaning the dining room.

I feel like Moray’s the smartest one of the Four.  They knew it was a good idea to send for Marty.

And THIS is where Marty gets smart.  She takes charge in Star’s absence.  The Four listen to her, even Ed (reluctantly).  And SHE’s the one telling us to stay on track.

(Ok, she’s still a bit naïve- she doesn’t seem to consider that Chujin’s paper with her name is actually ABOUT her.)

The drawings on Kanako’s bedroom wall: Dalv, the monster on the Dunes swingset, her family… and a flower?  Well, I mean… a lot of little kids like to draw flowers, so that might not be anything.  Also a drawing of what looks like Axis lying on the floor.

“Nuh-uh!  Kids shouldn’t mess with knives!”  Nice little reference there, dev team.

And, of course, it’s Flowey who makes light of Ceroba’s mission, calling it a “science fair project.”  Well.  He has every right to say whatever he likes about SOUL research.  Doesn’t he.

Of course, we didn’t get Star’s letter in time because Ceroba wouldn’t let us check the mail.  But I highly doubt she planned it that way, as she had no idea the Five would be snooping around her old house.

Other Thoughts

Starlo is so. completely. PISSED.  And… uh, he has a right to be.  Like, she’s doing a lot of what he just did- lying and scheming and using Clover to fix her own problems (those two are a match set, I swear….)  And he’s torn.  These are his two friends, Clover being the human he practically worshipped, and Ceroba being one of his closest friends (not to mention the love of his life, but I digress).  He doesn’t want anything to happen to her, but he can’t let Clover get hurt, either.

The fact that Moray sent for Marty as soon as learning that Clover was in danger just seals in the idea that Marty is part of the family.

…how long has that corn chowder been in that fridge, anyway???

I’ve already discussed my thoughts about Chujin in other posts, a lot of them still in queue.

Hotlands

Questions

Kinda wonder what could’ve made Clover suspicious about the wall to the left of the UG Apartments.

Never did figure out where the “rain” was coming from.  I figure it’s just a leaky sink upstairs or something.  (I’d thought at first it was from the janitor cleaning the hallway, but that’s on the other side of the building.)

Observations

I’m sure everyone recognized it, but in case someone didn’t, Bailey’s in the colored tile room.

I think Muffet herself blocked the way thru Hotland, renovating for her pastry shop.

Mr. Cursor mentions a 10-sided die.  They have some version of D&D in the Underground.  Probably more like… idk, Houses and Humans?

Working for Mettaton must have taken quite a toll on the janitor.  He doesn’t look nearly so tired or decrepit here.

There was a flier on the bulletin board in the Wild East that was advertising the acts at the UG Apartments.  The band we saw in Honeydew Resort has a gig at the Apartments on Fridays.  So, this game- or at least by the time we reach Hotland- is on a Friday.

Other Thoughts

The monster candy is butterscotch-flavored.  *nods*  Of course, what else would it be?

Poor Heats.  Defeateeeeeeeeed again….

Star can actually survive drinking magma.  I’ve got headcanons about this boiling in my brain….

I thought Know Cone said he was just gonna look at Hotland from a mountaintop…?

New Home/Pacifist Ending

Questions

If there’s an elevator leading to the castle, I’m guessing that means at least one of the other endings has us actually fight Asgore.

How exactly does Kanako’s mask give Ceroba superpowers?  I feel like it might be a reference to Japanese mythology, but I know very, very little about Japanese mythology.

How exactly does Clover have the ability to see into Ceroba’s memories?

I kinda hate myself for asking, but… what happens if you choose FIGHT after you beat Ceroba?

Observations

Star is the one asking Ceroba if she’s gonna kill them all because while he doesn’t know all the details, he recognizes the headspace she’s in.

Other Thoughts

Not only am I thrilled to finally get to explore some of New Home, I’m absolutely in love with the design and the music.

I think when Ceroba says she lied about Kanako, she’s not saying she lied about Kanako falling down, or about sending her to the lab.  She lied about having any hope that Kanako would return safely.

How the heck do frikkin’ cherry blossom petals have so much attack power???

The dash mechanic took me time to learn, but if Toby ever decides to steal from Yellow, I hope he steals this :P

My reactions to Ceroba’s plan: “But Chujin specifically begged you NOT to use Kanako!  How do you think you’re honoring his memory by going against his final wish?!”  “Oh, I see, finishing the serum was his death wish.  That’s still no excuse to use your own daughter, tho.”  And finally: “…oh…”

I tried to get thru the game without cheats (except for being on easy mode) but I did have to turn on auto-fire for Ceroba’s final phase.

[jojotichakorn]

for the game - phum 🤲

you said i should do all of them, which is insane, but also thank you weeeee ✨🫶

i'm gonna put the headcanons under the cut though, y'all can send asks with other characters (& emojis) from here

🏳️‍🌈 a sexuality headcanon

i personally definitely headcanon him as gay.

🏳️‍⚧️ a gender headcanon

a good ol' cis boy.

😇 a headcanon about their religion/lack thereof

hmmm... i'd imagine he's probably not religious, because he was shipped off from thailand at a really early age, and no one was socialising him and really involving him in the culture oversees either, so religion probably just kind of naturally passed him by. at this stage, i also can't imagine when he would discover it later in life on his own either.

🧸 a headcanon about their childhood

well 💀 horrors beyond our comprehension, basically. tbh, we know quite a bit about it, but just to solidify, i think 1) his parents and oldest brother genuinely never called to talk to him; 2) fang did call almost every day, but it got to this slightly weird juxtaposition of like "oh, you're calling me, but then if i start complaining about the horrific situation i'm in, you shut me down", so it wasn't Great, 3) the distant relatives he lived with did not care about him at all, it was truly unimaginable levels of neglect; 4) he had zero friends and the "i cried every day" thing was not an exaggeration.

👻 a headcanon about what scares them

well, we know about heights. for some reason, i also think darkness. that's if we're talking specifically classic fears. if we're talking more psychological - definitely fear of rejection and abandonment.

👽 a headcanon about a weird quirk of theirs

i do not think he sleeps with his plushies, that's not really their function. they are a comfort item during the day and also just a special interest on their own, as a collection.

💤 a headcanon about their sleep

i actually think he has a really hard time falling asleep, specifically because he isn't used to feeling safe, and that's also why he wakes up at the smallest sound.

🦾 a disability headcanon

autism in the biggest boldest letters.

💝 a headcanon about their love language

i'm gonna be honest, it's all of them equally. he is very acts of service, he starts driving peem around everywhere almost right away, he exchanges food with both peem and fang, so they wouldn't eat what they don't like. crossing over into gift-giving as well, he bought peem a bunch of seafood even though he doesn't eat it because they were at sea and peem would have wanted to eat it, he buys peem stuff all the time tbh, he pays for toey as well. quality time is also up there - he follows peem around everywhere and doesn't mind just sitting there in silence while peem works on his art. physical touch, of course, he can't stop touching and kissing peem. finally, words of affirmation, he is really good at compliments and just talking about how much he loves spending time with his friends etc. like i always say, his heart is the size of a skyscraper, and he has so much love to give.

🫂 a friendship headcanon

he still has a really hard time making friends and i think it will take him a long time to actually start hanging out with his new friends from peem's friend group separately and not when everyone is invited.

💔 an angsty headcanon

his self-worth is incredibly shakey, it's truly like a game of tumble tower, when you can see that it's gonna fall on the next player's turn. and i think that, though it will get better, especially if the family thing is resolved correctly, it will genuinely take decades to deal with it fully.

🪢 a headcanon about their family

his parents are gonna get hit by a bus that will be driven by someone who looks suspiciously like me :)

📓 a headcanon about their hobbies

i think he definitely has a hobby that involves a lot of reality-escaping. probably not video games, because i can't remember seeing a good pc/console at his apartment. i am leaning more towards books and/or movies/series, something like that.

👗 a headcanon about their clothes

he does not really care about fashion rip 😔

🔪 a headcanon relating to fighting/violence

unlike fang, i actually don't think he was ever that big into it. he ended up in a couple of fights anyway, because of fang, but he himself is very 👉👈

🌟 a headcanon about their desires/wishes

i think he wants kids, but is afraid he is going to make a terrible father, because he hasn't really had any good examples of parenting throughout his childhood.

🥇 a headcanon about what they’re best at

perhaps a slightly weird answer to a question that's probably leaning more towards skills and achievements, but i'm gonna say taking care of people. he is very attentive and loving, he is genuinely just incredibly good at the small gestures and remembering things about other people and giving the right gifts and saying the right thing at the right time, etc. etc.

🍫 a headcanon about food

he eats a very limited amount of food, which is also why fang can only cook spaghetti - he learned to cook it specifically for phum, and phum just kept asking for the same thing every day. i wouldn't be surprised, if he isn't actually allergic to seafood as well, but just says that, because it's easier than explaining that he eats exactly seven foods and nothing else.

🎭 a headcanon about what they lie about

his exact feelings about his parents. i think he's been shamed a lot for feeling the way he does towards them, so he keeps making things up and skirting around the conversation, so he wouldn't have to directly say "i do not want to see them anymore".

❤️‍🔥 a romantic headcanon

he is extremely romantic in my opinion. i think he believes in soulmateism and true love and the whole shebang. i think he watches lots of romcoms and has probably seen every mlm storyline in existence, dreaming of his own gay little relationship. he has all the proper romantic gestures down to a fine art too, obviously.

💄 an appearance headcanon

yes, he did dye his hair that shade of brown to look more like a teddy bear. slash srs

🖕 a headcanon relating to anger

anger is his mortal enemy. he has a lot of it pent up inside (understandably so), but he thinks it's a very ugly feeling he is "not supposed to feel", so he suppresses it. whenever he feels angry, he just kind of goes inside his shell and leaves the situation.

😺 an animal related headcanon

he is a cat person (hence, peem).

😬 a headcanon about the worst thing they’ve done

straight up the agreement he made with peem at the beginning.

😭 a headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them

being abandoned by his parents at five years old.

😶 a random headcanon!

he isn't as close to toey as he'd like to be, because he is 1) autistic and 2) not particularly well-socialised, so he has a hard time really understanding what social rules to follow for their particular relationship. in his head, he definitely considers toey his younger brother and would absolutely just spoil him rotten and hang out with him a lot, but not a lot of that gets actualised in reality, because he's a little afraid of making any sudden big moves or actively saying that he feels about toey the same way fang feels about him.

[multifandomlover01]

Trick-or-Treat (imaginative, I know)

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader (or at least reader with female anatomy)

WC: ~500

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Spencer giving reader coffee to drink at an implied inappropriate time so she won’t be tired later on (dubcon? Vaguely?) Mentions/descriptions of: fingering (of female reader), body hair (specifically pubic hair and it’s in a positive way), possibly OOC Spencer?

Disclaimer: reader is kinda scared of scary movies in this so if you aren’t and wouldn’t do what’s being described in this fic…sorry just pretend you’d pretend to be scared so he’d do this? But if it’s really not your vibe or how you’d act, please don’t leave unnecessary negative comments especially if it’s about people who are simply different than you or criticism about my writing that is not constructive

Summary: after having to miss your plans for Halloween weekend, you discuss alternative plans on the plan ride home while everyone is asleep

Ep: 6x6

Gif credit: marril96

“So…we missed our things…but…we still have that alternate option.” Spencer whispers in your ear as he leans into you as he sits next to you on the plane ride back from Detroit.

“Yeah, we do…if you’re up for it.”

“Of course I am. I’m always up for anything as long as I’m with you.” He kisses your temple, causing you to smile.

“Me too. Scary movie it is then. Do prepare for me to be permanently latched onto your arm with my head buried in your chest.”

“Sounds perfect. We’ll turn the lights off, all of them, keep the trick-or-treaters away, hoard the candy for ourselves…” he presses another kiss to your face, this time to your cheek.

“I thought you loved handing candy out to the kids.” You gave him a curious look.

“Why would I want to hand candy out to kids when I can be cuddled up on the couch with you curled into my side?”

“You do make it sound like the more tempting offer…”

“That’s because it literally is.” He presses a kiss to your jaw.

“Spencer.” You whisper. “We’re on the plane.”

“So? Everyone’s asleep, exhausted. Lucky for us, we’re insomniacs.”

“We drank some coffee a little bit earlier, love…which was your idea, by the way.” You nudged him with your elbow lightly.

“Oops.” He whispers, completely not sorry as he trails kisses down your neck.

“You wanna keep me up all night? That your plan?” You smile slyly.

“Mhm.” He murmurs as he continues his kisses. “Gotta keep you awake so we can watch movies and you can cuddle with me.”

“Can’t I just fall asleep on you?” You question, genuinely curious as to why you couldn’t.

“Not tonight. Tonight I want you awake and alert.”

“The more sleep deprived I am, the better the chances I’ll be scared.”

“Good. I can comfort you more, then.” He kisses up your neck to your ear where he then begins to murmur against it . “Maybe even distract you a little? Hmm? Would you like that? My hand resting on your knee at first before my fingers dance up your thigh toward your sweet center, sweeter than any candy I could ever eat. My fingers glide over your clothed clit, they rub against it slightly. Think that’d distract you enough?”

“Pretty well, I’d say…what if it’s a really scary movie?”

“Then my hand is gonna slide upward to the waistband of your sweatpants, it’s gonna slip in…my fingers are gonna skim over your abdomen, they’re gonna brush against your panties, one layer less between them and your center. Think you’re distracted enough now?”

“What if I get jumpscared? I hate those.” You chuckle.

“Then you can nuzzle my neck as my hand slips under your panties and brushes against your hair. I’ll grip it slightly before my fingers glide over your clit, nothing between them now. I’ll run them lightly over your clit for as long as you need me to. I’ll dip down and play with your folds, collecting your slick before I go back to rubbing your clit. Think you’d feel better now?”

“Probably pretty good, yeah.” You chuckled again.

“Yeah? You’d like that? You’d like me to finger you slowly to distract you from being scared while we watch a scary movie?”

[i-didnt-do-1t]

“Oscar.”

Oscar held back a groan as he dragged his hand down his face. He was almost asleep this time. Almost. A task that was apparently impossible despite how exhausted he was, and only partly due to Morris’s inability to shut up.

“What.”

“Da must have a place round New York somewhere right.”

Oscar stilled. Wished he was was asleep instead of listening to this. “Yeah mo. Don’ think he sleeps on the street.”

“We should find it sometime.”

He stared at the damp ceiling through the dark. Would almost question his brothers thought process if he weren’t so used to it.

“Why the fuck would we do that.” It was deadpan.

“Cause, idiot, he probably has stuff? Don’ he? And technically we’re owed some of it. Hell he might have some of ma’s old shit too-“

“Don’ want any of ma’s old stuff-“

“That’s cause you’re a heartless bastard but some of us love our ma’s an’ are sad when they die os.”

If Oscar hadn’t been so comfortable in his bed, if he hadn’t managed to position his thin pillow just right so that he couldn’t feel the slats of the bed, he would’ve gotten up and hit him. But he was so fuckin’ tired. He could be angry in the morning.

“Be fuckin’ sad then. Don’ gotta wake me up for it.”

“You weren’t asleep-“

“-fuckin’ wonder why-“

“- and I was jus’ gonna ask if you’re gonna come with me to find it.”

Oscar paused. Exhaled deeply. “What.”

“Was gonna go tomorrow after distribution. Ask around with some a’ the trolley workers. See f’ any of them know where he’s stayin’.”

“That’s a stupid idea.”

“You’re a stupid idea. Are you comin’?”

“Fuckin. Fine. Yeah. Whatever.”

He could hear Morris’s arrogant smile as he answered. “Knew you would.” A pause. “An’ you can sleep now. I’m done.”

Oscar rolled his eyes. He probably wouldn’t remember to be angry in the morning. “Thank fuckin’ god.”

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Pleasure Is My Business: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: You’re brought back to your high school days with this case. You put that behind you when you graduated, but life has a funny way of bringing you closer to the person who made your life miserable back then.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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With that out of the way, Hotch plays back the phone call to analyze her words.

"Don't compare yourself to the men I see. You are nothing like them. You're just another whore."

"Her use of the word whore is interesting. It suggests she's trying to disassociate herself from her actions, but she's become more personal with the murders. She's changed her MO from poison to a gun. She's changed her victimology, too. Trent Rabner was faithful to his wife until she died. They didn't have kids. Her whole justification for who's worth killing and who isn't is gone."

"She's obviously devolving," Rossi says. "This is gonna be ugly. She's the type who could go on a spree and take out anyone she sees as a target."

"Can you go to the end just before she pulls the trigger?" Hotch asks Spencer who goes to the end of the recording.

"You want to show the world all these bad me, and my investigation's just getting in your way."

"No, Aaron. You're not doing your job!" she yells. "You don't want to arrest me and don't want me in custody because you're in their pocket. You just want me to disappear, just like they do."

"Who's 'they'?" you ask.

"I'm assuming the men she's sleeping with."

"No, it's bigger than that. She's lumping Hotch in with the lawyers. Maybe it's anyone in a position of power who could cover this and her up."

"You said the purity ring you found was tiny, right?" Rossi asks you.

"Yeah, only a little girl could have worn it."

"She wouldn't buy that for herself. It was a gift. Maybe she's talking about her father."

"Well, if her father was anything like these CEOs, he probably walked out on her, too."

"The teachers in school were like this. After they got caught, every single teacher and staff member refused to talk about it. They covered it up because they didn't want something like that associated with their school. She was called so many mean names, whore included. Her parents weren't any better. I saw them through Megan. Her dad was the worst," you whisper.

"Okay, so you're rich, you've slept with your teacher, and now you're sleeping with men who are like your father to get back at him. Was the teacher like her father?"

"I don't know. I've never met him."

"How does she go about finding clients that are like her father? Could she have started with the service?" JJ asks.

"She wouldn't need to. The madam says that she trains these girls how to act around these men. Megan already knows how to do that. She said that their client list was like their 401k. They sell it when they retire. So, maybe Megan bought her client list from another call girl."

"It makes sense. They're expensive names. Only someone who came from money could afford it."

"We need to look into who's recently retired."

"Hotch, the reunion is tonight. Megan might have been bullied because of what she did, but she was wildly popular. It's as if what she did made all the girls want to be her. She's not going to pass up an opportunity to go to a reunion and show off her money and sexuality. Can I go to this reunion? I know she'll be there."

"We should all go."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's the best idea. This entire place is for the 1999 graduating class. If everyone shows up, and she sees you, we won't catch her. I went to that school. She doesn't know I'm FBI. I need to go alone."

"Take Reid with you. He can be your date."

"Thank you. I will let you know if anything happens."

You and Spencer head back to the hotel to get ready. If you're going to this thing, then you're not going to dress up like you belong to the FBI. Once you two are dressed, you get into the car you borrowed from the FBI to head over there. The place is already in full swing. The graduating class rented out an expensive mansion that is crowded with people.

You pull up next to the valet stand and take a deep breath.

"You okay?"

"No. I'm actually kind of nervous to see all these people again. These people bullied me because of something I couldn't control. My parents weren't much help either. They told me repeatedly that everyone gets bullied and to ignore them. I'll be fine. Come on."

You get out and hand the keys to the valet before walking to the entrance with your boyfriend. You recognize everyone inside but none of them pay any attention to you. Not everyone cared about you, but the majority of your class hated your guts. If you mess with the popular girl, then people tend to mess back.

Off to the right are people playing some party games they've rewrote to add alcohol. In front of you is a huge dancefloor where people are dancing and having fun. To the left is where the kitchen and dining room are. At the buffet is Jason, the lawyer you talked to earlier.

"There he is. Come on," you say to Spencer. "Hey, Jason!"

"Y/N! Glad you could make it!" he smiles once he sees you.

"Jason, this is my boyfriend Dr. Spencer Reid."

"It's nice to meet you."

"Listen, have you seen Megan Kane anywhere?"

"No, but I have an appointment with her later. I wanted to show up and say hi to a few people before I met her. I already told two other agents this before I left. They caught me as I was leaving work."

"Please call me if you hear anything from her." You hand over your business card. "Even if you see her. It's really important."

You're about to leave when he stops you.

"Listen, what happened between you two was thirteen years ago. She probably let it go."

"This isn't about that, but thanks." You and Spencer step away from him to talk. "If she's here, then she will be near her best friends. I don't know if they still talk, but we should talk to them first."

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt," Jason butts in. "Can I talk to you?"

"Try to find them. Melissa Bateman, Jennifer Banks, and Gina Cavers. Go find them." Spencer leaves your side and you turn to Jason. "What's up?"

"I want to tell you how sorry I am for how my friends and I treated you back then. I actually believe in the paranormal and psychics now. I think it's kind of cool that you can do these things."

"I appreciate your kindness. I wish everyone turned out like you."

"To be honest, I wish I had paid more attention to you in high school."

"Let me know if you hear from Megan. Excuse me." You leave his side and quickly find Spencer talking to Megan's best friends. They're too close to your liking and Spencer looks a bit uncomfortable from how close they are to him. "Wow, Melissa, Jennifer, and Gina. You three do not look any different."

"Y/N? I didn't think you'd show up here. Not after what happened to you. Are you still a freak?" Melissa asks.

Spencer is about to say something, but you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Thirteen years later and you're still the same stuck-up snobs you were back then. I'm surprised you're not following Megan around like lost puppies. You three were pretty good at that back then."

"You can't talk to us like that. Do you know who my husband is? He's the Dallas Police Chief. He'll destroy you," Gina says.

You take out your badge and practically shove it in her face. You keep eye contact with her as you show the other two your badge. All three of them go pale at the sight.

"Technically, the FBI is higher than some police chief. Your husband doesn't mean anything to me." You put your badge away. "Where is Megan?"

"I don't know," Jennifer says. "She was supposed to meet us here but she never showed. She's not answering her phone either."

"Do me a favor. Call me if you see her, yeah?" You hand Melissa your card. "And another thing, get a life. High school was over thirteen years. Grow up." You and Spencer leave their side and head back to the main entrance. "We should leave. She's not here."

"You don't want to say hi to anyone else?"

"Spencer, these people hated me. Those girls are just as worse as everyone else here. I really don't want to be reminded of the worst four years of my life. Megan isn't here. We should tell Hotch and leave."

"Alright. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, you didn't," you sigh. You pull him closer and wrap your arms around his neck. "I know you mean well. I know you want to help. Trust me, I'd rather be at home with you in the bath or in bed together while we watch movies or read than be here. None of these people matter to me but you."

You lean up and kiss him slowly. After this case is over, you're definitely dragging him to bed.

"Hey, Y/N!" You pull away from Spencer to see Jason jogging up to you two with a paper in his hands. "I'm glad you haven't left yet. Megan contacted me. She wants me to leave the party and meet her at this address, room 256."

"Okay, stay here and enjoy the party. Do you have a family?"

"I have a wife and two kids."

"For their sake, stay away from Megan." You and Spencer leave, and while he grabs the car from the valet, you call Hotch. "She's not at the party, but we have a lead. I have an address to a hotel where she's at right now. Spencer and I are closer."

"Be careful. We're on our way."

You and Spencer head over to the hotel near the mansion party after you've sent Hotch the address. Megan doesn't know you're coming, so you have the advantage here.

"We should wait for the rest of the team," Spencer says as you get out.

"She could flee before they get here. I'm going in. You can stay here if you want."

You head inside the hotel and opt to take the stairs since you're faster than an elevator. Spencer doesn't want a repeat of Tobias Hankel, so he quickly follows after you as he gets his FBI vest on. You make your way to the second floor and search for room 256.

The security latch is holding the door open, so you push it open slowly and head inside alone. Megan is standing in the middle of the room with a glass of champagne in her hand and facing the window that overlooks the city.

"I was wondering when you were going to get here." She turns expecting to see her best friend's ex-boyfriend, but her face turns sour when she sees it's you pointing a gun at her. "You."

"It's been a long time, Megan. How's life been treating you?"

"Shut the fuck up," she growls.

"Put down the champagne and put your hands behind your back. You're under arrest."

Instead of complying with your orders, she smirks and drinks the rest of her champagne.

"You ruined my life ever since you told the whole school that I slept with that teacher."

"You did that to yourself when you made that choice. We all know the truth behind the scandal. You came onto the teacher. He had a wife and kids. He would have never done that to his wife. I know, I've talked to them. You poisoned him into sleeping with you."

"Everyone called me a whore!" she yells. "Even my own father started saying it."

"Like I said, not my problem."

Megan yells out in anger and throws her champagne glass at you, causing you to duck out of the way before it hit you. You trip over some shoes that are on the floor and end up dropping your gun. Megan reaches for trinkets left on the table and throws them at you, but you're quick to dodge them as well.

She runs at you to attack you, but you grab her hair and yank her to the floor. She kicks you and flips you so that you're lying underneath her. She wraps her hands around your throat and begins to squeeze.

"You're not going to get away with this," you choke out.

"I already have. If I'm going, then I may as well take you with me."

"FBI! Get off her!" Spencer yells as he enters the room.

He fires two shots at Megan but she flips off you and onto the floor so that she isn't in the line of fire. You cough and get on your knees. Megan stands up and holds her hands up in defense mode.

"My life was destroyed. The only thing I could do was try and destroy theirs," she says with a faraway look on her face.

"No," you cough and stand up. "You could have changed, but from what I hear and see, you never did."

The rest of your team comes shuffling into the room but Megan doesn't look fearful about going to jail. Instead, she has a smile on her face. Seconds later, she starts choking as if her airway is blocked. She falls to the ground and has a small seizure before going still. Hotch walks over to her and sees the champagne bottle and a bottle of pills next to it.

She killed herself before you came into the room. She must have wanted to take Jason down with the champagne but took it herself when she saw it was you at the door.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry this reunion didn't go as planned. Maybe you can go the next one."

"Yeah, unlikely."

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