#this was kinda rushed so i didn't have time to do anything fancy

[piiinkfreak]

Abbey Bominable doodles! Kinda tired today and i didn't have time for backgrounds or things like that...

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[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Anon request - "Could you pleaseeeee make a Colby Brock smut based off of the new picture that he posted on Instagram"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, flirting, friends to lovers, slight insecurity talk, unprotected sex, slight choking, hair pulling, fingering, oral (f rec), biting, scratching, filth

Word count: 3.1k | not edited

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"I'm coming, I'm coming." You say to yourself as you rush to your constantly dinging phone. You pick it up, smiling as you see a few texts from your friend, Colby.

What are you doing?

Come over

I need help with something

Hello???

Y/n

It's me, Colby.

Colby Brock.

Did you forget about me?

You laugh as you text him back, Sorry, who is this Colby person you're referring to?

You roll your eyes at his response, Not funny. I seriously need your help with something.

You sigh, plopping down onto your couch, what do you need help with?

Your eyes read over his text a few times, Just come over and I'll tell you.

That could mean anything. That's how you got roped into going on that creepy investigation with him and Sam.

You purse your lips, fine, I don't have anything better to do tonight anyway.

You get up, getting your stuff around as you hear your phone go off again. You walk over picking it up, Bring your fancy camera please.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

As you pull up to Sam and Colby's house, you lean your head back. You didn't know what Colby was bringing you in to.

You were kinda nervous because as said, it could be anything and when it comes to not only Colby, but Sam, too, you could never guess.

You get out, walking up to the door. You knock and twist the knob, pushing the door open, "Hello? I'm here."

"I'm upstairs." Colby yells from far away.

"Okay." You yell back as you close the door. You look around and it's quiet.

No sign of Sam, must be just Colby.

"Where ya at?" You yell as you make your way up the stairs.

"My room." He answers loudly. You make your way up to his room and round the corner, slightly caught off guard by a shirtless Colby, "What- ah. Whatcha doin' Colbs?"

He turns towards you and laughs, "I'm trying to take a new picture for Instagram and I can't get it the way I want it."

"Oh so that's why you told me to bring my fancy camera." You let out a sigh, "I thought we were going to some abandoned building."

"No, that's tomorrow." He laughs as your face drops, "I'm kidding, y/n."

"Don't do that." You point to him as you lift the camera strap from across your shoulder, lifting it over your head to set it down on the bed, "So.. do you want me to set up the tripod or.."

You look up at him and he shakes his head, "Can you take them for me?"

You're kind of surprised, "Um, yeah. Yeah I can."

"Your pictures always turn out great." Colby walks over, bringing his phone up, "This is what I have, but I need your professional opinion."

You laugh slightly as you take his phone, swiping through the pictures.

The truth is, you liked Colby - correction.

You were in love with Colby, so no matter what he showed you, you knew you were going to like it anyway.

"Colby." You look up at him, "These are good." You hand him his phone back, "Really good."

He smiles as he takes his phone, "Yeah, but-"

"Get against the wall." You cut him off as you laugh.

He looks at you confused, "What?" He laughs slightly as he looks at the wall you're pointing at, "Go, stand there."

You bring your camera up, taking off the lenses cap before turning it on. You click through the settings, pointing it up at him to make sure it looks right.

"Hey, wait. I'm not ready." He says shyly with a laugh.

"I'm just getting the settings right, Colbs. Relax." You look up at him and smile before looking back down at your camera.

"Okay. I'm ready." You look up, "Are you?"

He moves around slightly, "Yeah, I think so. What do you want me to do?"

"You know what to do." You move over in front of him, bending down a little bit, "Remember when you took me to that place and I about fell through the floor."

Colby laughs and you snap some pictures, "Yeah. I do remember that. Sorry for laughing."

"No it's okay." You smile, "Look to your left."

Colby looks to his right and you laugh, "Your other left, Colby." He laughs and shakes his head, "Fuck. Okay. Sorry."

"No, you're doing great." You bite your lip as you focus. You stand up, "This might be a little weird, but tuck your thumb into the bands of your pants and boxers."

He gives you a weird look, but he obliges, "Oh..Kay.." he slips his thumb into the bands and you move back, "Now drop your other hand."

You snap a few pictures and think about what will make him laugh, "Think of something funny."

He instantly starts laughing and looks down, shaking his head.

"Got it." You whisper to yourself, "What did you think about?" You bring your camera down as you stand up and Colby laughs again, "You almost falling through the floor."

"You're a jerk." You laugh, "But that's why we're friends."

You hated calling him a friend. You wanted more, but you didn't want to risk the friendship because your friendship with Colby was like no other.

"Exactly." He walks over, sitting down on the bed. He grabs the back of your sweatshirt and pulls you back to sit next to him, "Let's see 'em"

You swallow, trying to compose yourself becaus what he just did turned you on.

"Okay." You shift around, clicking through your camera. He leans over and nods at each one, "See, these are better already."

"So. The weird pose I had you do.." You click through, finding that picture, "Take a look."

You hand him your camera and he presses his lips together as he nods "Yep. That's the one." He looks over at you, "That's.. wow."

He smiles and you shrug, "I'm good at my job, what can I say?" You smile and lean in, "I can get these right to my phone so you can look through and send yourself the ones you want."

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and start to load them up, "You know, you have a really beautiful smile."

He tries not to smile so he bites his cheek, "Really?"

You nod, "Really."

You can see his cheeks turning red and he bats the air, "Oh stop it. Making me blush."

You laugh and hold out your phone to him, "Here. Just hit select and then yeah. You know what to do from there." You stand up, "I'm going to go get a drink."

He nods and lays back as he scrolls through.

You leave the room, making your way downstairs and into the kitchen. You lean against the counter for a second because everything about Colby is racing through your mind right now.

You're just friends, you tell yourself over and over again, but a part of you feels like you should be more.

You've come to the painful standstill of just waiting until he makes a move or gives you any hints about him liking you back.

But, sometimes he's just so hard to read because your brain is going frantic with trying to depict whether or not that was a signal.

You take a slow, deep breath before grabbing a drink and heading back towards the stairs. You walk up, making your way to Colby's room.

"Did you pick a picture yet?" You say before taking a sip and he mumbles a quiet, "No."

You tilt your head, studying how his mood changed in the little time you were gone, "Hey." You walk over to him, "What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, pushing your phone away from him, "I just.."

You knew where he was going, but you decided to try and let him talk first.

"Colby." You lay your hand on his arm, "You can talk to me."

"I'm just nervous to post.." he sits up, turning to face you, "Something in me is just finding little things to knit pick at, not post. You know?"

You nod, "I know what you mean, but what I do know is.." you smile, trying not to laugh, "The hoes are going to loooove this."

"Did.. you just.." he laughs, "Did you just quotes a TikTok sound to me?"

You nod your head a few times, "I sure did, but it's true. You could post a candid picture of yourself, when you're mid blink and body wonky because you're walking and the people that absolutely adore you are still going to find it adorable."

He runs his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares at the floor, "You know.." he sighs, lifting his head to look at the wall, "You're right."

"I know I'm right." You smirk slightly, "You want to know how I'm right?"

He looks at you, leaning back to hold his weight up on his arms, "How?" He tilts his head and you lean in, "Because you're-" you poking his chest with every word, "Colby. Fucking. Brock."

His eyes move to your hand before looking up at you.

"Everyone loves you, Colbs." You lower your voice, "Including me."

He swallows, "You love me?"

"As a friend. Yes. In a more than friend's way, also yes." Your heart was racing.

It felt like it was going to rip a hole in your chest.

"It's about time you tell me." He pulls you over, connecting your lips to his. Your hand moves to the side of his neck, moving closer to him.

He pulls you over, causing you to straddle him as he lays back, lips still on his.

"Mm. Wait." He pushes you back slightly, "Let me post that picture." He smirks and grabs his phone and you smile.

You bite your lip trying not to laugh. Colby moves his phone out of the way and furrows his brows, "What's so funny?"

You laugh slightly, "Nothing.. I was just thinking about, you know, stirring the pot."

He smirks, "How so?"

You sigh, "after you post it, I thought about commenting something like hey, I took that picture."

Colby stares at you for a few seconds, a smile growing wider by the second, "Okay."

"Okay? What?" You look at him as he starts laughing, "What did you do?"

Your eyes move to your phone lighting up with an Instagram notification, "Oh no. Colby." You laugh as you reach over, grabbing your phone to see.

[yourusername]: colbybrock tagged you in a post.

Your mouth drops and you look at him. He smirks and shrugs, "Said you wanted to stir the pot, right?" He grabs your phone, that's about to blow up any second, and tosses it to the side, "Ignore that for right now."

You look back down at him and you nod, "Distract me."

"That I can do." He pulls you back down, connecting your lips to his. His hands slide down your body, gripping your waist before he rolls you over.

His body, now hovering over yours as your legs wrap around his waist.

He moves his head to kiss down your neck, his other hand moving your shirt out of the way. He moves down, your legs falling to the bed as he kisses down your stomach.

He looks up at you and you nod at him. He slips his fingers into the band of your sweats, pulling them down your legs and discarding them to the floor.

You bite your lip as you watch him kiss up your leg, moving to your inner thigh.You let out a gasp as his lips attach to your skin, leaving a bruise to where only you'll be able to find it.

His hands slide up, hooking into your panties as he tugs on them. He leans up, watching as you lift your hips for him to pull them off.

He drops them down on the bed, moving up to kiss up your opposite thigh, sucking a matching bruise into your skin.

You tilt your head back, letting out a moan, "Colby." A louder moan is ripped from your lips as you feel his tongue slip upward between your folds.

He moves to your clit, circling a few times before attaching his lips to suck.

Your eyes roll back, hand moving to the back of his head to tangle your fingers into his hair. You arch your back, feeling his tongue slip down to push into you.

"C-Colby." You whine, looking down at him as your face scrunches up. He tilts his head up, locking eyes with yours as he brings a hand up, sliding two fingers into you.

Your jaw goes slack, arching your back slowly as he curls his fingers up, "You feel so wet." His voice is low, cut by his lips attaching to your clit.

You let out a loud moan, tangling your fingers in his hair as his fingers move in and out of you at a slow and teasing pace.

He lifts his head, looking up at you as you whine, "D-don't stop."

His lips go back to your clit, speeding up the pace of his fingers a little bit, driving you more crazy, "Y-yes." You buck your hips slowly, moaning as Colby brings you close to the edge of orgasm, "F-fuck. Fuck."

You squeeze his fingers, closing your thighs slightly as you cum. A string of moans continuously leaves your mouth as he guides you through your high, pulling his fingers out to get up so he can take the rest of his clothes off.

You take off your top, watching as he crawls up the bed, keeping his eyes on yours as he positions himself between your knees.

"I love you." Colby whispers as he brushes hair from your face.

You smile, "You do?"

He nods, "Yes. I just thought you wanted to be friends, so I didn't say anything."

You laugh slightly, "I promise you, that wasn't the case at all." You lift your head up to kiss him. He slides a hand down, pushing your thigh up as he slips the head of his cock in.

You gasp against his lips, sliding your hand around to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

You sling your leg over his waist, pushing him into you, "Please."

He rests his forehead against yours, a groan leaving his lips as he pushes all the way into you. You moan, laying your arm over his neck. He lays his hand on your cheek as he slowly pulls out, thrusting back in.

"F-fuck." He kisses your face, "You feel so good." He kisses down your neck, sucking marks into your shoulder.

You moan, eyes rolling back at the pleasure between your legs and the bruises forming on your skin.

He lifts his head and you kiss back his jaw, down to his neck. You bite down on his neck, earning a deep throaty moan from him as you suck a hicky into his neck.

You tilt your head back, moaning out as he thrusts all the way in and stops. You look up at him, “You’re mine.. and only mine.”

“Always have been, babe.” He smirks, continuing to thrust again, “We just didn’t know it.”

He slides his hand up to your neck, gently closing it as he rests his head against yours, “I’m so close.”

You nod once, “Mhm.” You whimper as he tightens his hand on your neck, “M-me too.”

He kisses your forehead as he slides his hand down to interlock his fingers with yours. He pins your hand by your head, moaning as his thrusts grow sloppy.

You clench his cock, rolling your hips as your chest presses against his, “Fuck, fuck.” You lay your head back, moaning loudly as you cum around him.

Colby is quick to follow, pulling out to cum onto your waist.

He presses a kiss to your lips, “Hang tight.” He gets up and goes to grab a towel, “Okay.” He wipes your waist off and helps you sit up.

You smile up at him, “About time right?”

“About time for what?” He tilts his head and tries not to crack a smile, “I can’t.” He laughs and leans down, his hands on either side of you, “I know what you mean.”

He presses a few kisses to your lips and smirks, “Should we check and see how much damage stirring the pot did?”

You bite your lip, “Oh yeah.” You move back up his bed, getting under the covers as he grabs both phones.

He hands you yours before climbing into bed behind you. You cuddle back into his chest and take a deep breath, “Ready?”

He nods, “No, but I’m curious.” He chuckles as you click on to Instagram, smiling as Colby’s post is the first one that pops up.

Your eyes go wide, “over thirteen thousand comments. Holy fuck.” You heart it and you can tell he smiles, “I had to heart it. I mean, I’m tagging in it, right?”

He chuckles and nods, “Would be rude if you didn’t.”

You click onto the comments and you immediately laugh when you see Sam’s comment.

samgolbach bros tryna break the internet

User1 petition for Colby to be a Calvin Klein ad

User2 dont you dare touch that delete button

zachjustice My mom wants your number

User3 im suing if you delete

User4 thank you

User5 OH MY LANTA

solhardymusic It’s working

User6 he’s so pretty I want to cry

You bite down on your lip as you move to tap the comment bar. You giggle slightly as you hit send.

Yourusername whoever took this is lucky

Colby shakes his head as he laughs and brings his phone over in front of your face, “Well see about that.”

Since you’re lying on his other arm, you see what he’s typing in reply to your comment.

colbybrock my good luck charm

You shake your head, setting your phone down before you turn to face him, “Aren’t you sweet.”

“When I want to be.” He drops his phone and pulls you onto him, “Ready to go again?”

You smile and nod your head, “Again.” You lean down to kiss him, “And again.” You smile against his lips, “And again.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Thanks for reading! Let me know how you liked it, and yes.. those are actual comments from Colby’s actual Instagram post.

Love you all! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had origallany moved into this new world filled with hope and optimism. Heck, the city he moved to was named Metropolis for ancients sake and was protected by a colorful man in red underpants. He had rights in this world as a "metahuman" and he didn't need to protect anyone with all these superheros around. It was perfect.

Or so he thought.

It all started when he met and subsequently flirted with a man named Tom Davidson. They clicked almost instantly even while his little brother Damian gave Tom the stink eye. Eventually they had to leave and they happily gave thier farewells. Danny later kicks himself for not getting Toms number.

Damian confronts Tim, asking why he lied and Tim responded that he didn't want to be out as Tim Drake: Gotham Rich Guy and wanted to be normal for a while, which Damian reluctantly accepted. Tim thinks this was more because he didn't want to escalate and get into even more trouble with Bruce. That was how he got stuck with a babysitter in the first place.

"Tom" and Danny meet again a few weeks later outside of a coffee shop and they recognize eachother. Danny waves him over and they drink coffee together and chat. Afterwards Danny asks him out to coffee and they set up a time and date.

Danny didn't think asking his crush out would be this easy.

Tim actually didn't realize he'd been asked out on a date date and is just happy to hang out with someone he shares so many hobbies with.

After weeks of accidental dating, Danny invites Tim out to a fancy restaurant for a date and nothing goes as planned. First, a snobby waitress had tried to give out the table Danny had made reservations for (the one in the most romantic part of the restaurant and thus he had to pay extra) to one of her own friends and thier own date and Danny had ask the manager what was going on which got the manager involved and the girl got fired. She got dragged out yelling about who her daddy was. So already not a good night.

Both Danny and Tim were kinda awkward after that. But wait, there's more! The lady who was supposed to get the table for free thanks to her friend tried going full Karen, much to the horror of her date, who told her off and broke up with her right then and there. Fireworks ensued but Tom and Danny were seated soon after so they didn't get to see the rest. The restaurant did offer to give them complimentary desert as an apology, which was nice.

Danny said something like, "I was expecting dinner, but the show was a surprise!" Which broke the ice and got them laughing and chatting while they waited for thier meals. At some point while eating Tom perked up and said he needed to go to the bathroom and rushed off quickly. Danny thought it was odd, but blamed his paranoia on the fact he used that excuse so much to get away from situations and go play hero.

At first thats what he thought Tom was doing when he didn't come back for a while, so Danny got up and went to the bathroom to confirm his suspicions. Instead of an empty bathroom he saw Tom in there kissing some blond guy.

Danny just turned around and left without making a sound. What fresh soap opera hell was this? He walked up to thier waitress and explained the situation. She quickly got his food boxed up with both his and Toms complimentary deserts (he'll take a victory here no matter how petty) and he paid the bill and gave her a large tip before speedwalking out the door.

He ghosted Tom after that. It was a good thing he never Gave Tom his address he guessed.

He didn't see Tom for almost a month before he ran into him at a farmers market in Gotham accompanied by an elderly man in a sling. Tom introduced the man as Alfred. Alfred was very polite. Danny, however, was not. "Why are you introducing him to me?" He asked bitterly. "We're not friends."

"We're not?!" Tom asked, having the audacity to look shocked.

Danny nearly growled, but didn't want it getting out that he was anything other than perfectly human, so he bit his cheek and turned to walk away. Unfortunately for both Danny and Tom, the latter had grabbed his wrist to keep him from leaving and Danny snapped.

He grabbed the first thing he could, which was a cabbage from a nearby cart. Ignoring the owners shout of "My Cabbages!" He proceeded to absolutely hail down veggie based pain onto the creep that broke his heart. He slapped a fifty into cabbage guys hand before he turned and left in a huff.

By the time Tim recovered he was covered in veggies and bruises and very confused. Tim decided he had a new case: What the heck did I do???

Danny was mad cause he keeps running into his cheating ex. He had agreed to let Lex Corp send him out to Gotham for a few weeks on a business trip in hopes of avoiding the guy but now he's seeing him everywhere.

Angry and tired, he was not pleased to hear shouting and explosions outside his street. He opened his window and saw the Joker fighting the local hero and yelled at them to keep it down. The Joker was momentarily distracted and got his lights punched out by Batman for it.

Danny didn't think anything of the incident after that, just rolling over into bed and falling asleep. Of course the Joker tracks him down and breaks into his hotel room to try and kill him. Which leads to Danny killing the Joker in self defense.

Theres a media crapstorm from this. Danny swears he heard Vicky Vale in his hotels vents but that may have just been him hallucinating. Some super hot guy with biceps that made Danny blush hugged him and thanked him. Hes not really sure what that was about but he was just glad this was over and he could leave this cursed city in a few days.

Then Batman broke in. Danny told him to scram and somehow it turned into a fight. Maybe Batman was trying to intimidate him. Maybe he was genuinely trying to beat up a 19 year old. Whatever the reason he had still broken into a guys hotel room and attacked him...which lead to Danny panicking and using his powers to get Batman off of him...unfortunately he used the wrong power- intangibility- and killed the man instantly. His organs were on the floor, soon followed by Dannys vomit when he saw them.

The bats got the alert of Bruces vitals stopping and went nuts. Danny looked at the corpse and decided now would be a good time to get the heck out of dodge.

Of course Red Hood shows up in his apartment in Metropolis. He sat at Dannys dining table cleaning his gun and asked Danny to take a seat.

Instead of threatening him like Danny expected he began asking questions. Mostly about some "Tim" guy. Eventually everything was cleared up. Danny was mad as a hornet finding out that "Tom Davidson" was actually Tim Drake and that he was 17 instead of 19, and that he was dating that blond guy from the restaurant and claiming he didn't even realize that Danny had asked him out, which Danny called bs on.

Danny felt somewhat sick at learning he had dated a minor, even if it was supposedly only technical and only for a month or so. Danny was 19 and Tim was 17 and Danny didn't think that was okay. Hood waved it off and had him explain the events surrounding the Joker and Batmans break ins and eventually told him that he would deal with the bats but told him to watch his back because the bats were grieving and it was hard to tell what they were going to do.

[iamnmbr3]

Hi again :)

Two questions actually:

First why didn't Lucius buy Draco another broom? I know JKR meant for Harry to have the bestest broom ever but I wonder why Draco never got a broom upgrade? His parents can afford it and I dont see why Lucius would deny his son a faster broom. Especially after he became prefect.

Second, why exactly is Harry so obsessed with Draco early on? Its obvious why Draco goes after Harry given he is famous and all. But why the other way around? Before Draco ever really did anything to hurt him, he was putting Draco on the same level as his abusive cousin, which makes no sense, and getting all angry at Draco getting care packages. What's his problem? Why pay this rich kid so much attention??

Hello! :D Once again, thank you for your patience. This was a cool ask so I wanted to do it justice.

1)

On your first point, I think a couple of factors are at play, but basically Lucius was probably feeling a bit fed up at that point and also he quickly had other things on his mind due to Voldemort's return. What do I mean by that? Well, in second year he already seems annoyed with Draco for coming second to Hermione in school and is kind of Done TM with hearing Draco talk about or complain about Harry (to be fair Draco did seemingly spend the whole summer doing this). Then he goes out and gets Draco on the Quidditch team and buys the entire team really good brooms. And Draco STILL loses to Harry (though only just). And presumably still comes second to Hermione in school. I think Lucius might've been less than pleased with this.

Plus, Draco's more of a talker than a doer. Yeah he complains about Hermione but he doesn't actually do anything to her because of his aversion to violence. If Lucius and his Death Eater buddies had got ahold of her at the Quidditch Cup they wouldn't have insulted her. They would have hurt her. And they would have enjoyed it. Draco would not have the stomach for that, and Lucius might already be beginning to suspect that. Not to mention, Lucius actually doesn't approve of Draco's open rivalry with Harry. He feels that it is smarter to at least pretend (at this stage) to like Harry since openly seeming anything other than grateful for Voldemort's fall is unwise politically. Draco of course is incapable of leaving Harry alone since if he can't be in Harry's life as his friend he's determined to be in his life as his Nemesis TM. Lucius probably views this as shortsighted and is likely annoyed by it.

Furthermore, the Firebolt is REALLY expensive. Even Harry, with all his wealth, decides it would be unwise to buy it. I mean, it's not really something you would usually use for a school team. It's what professionals at the Quidditch Cup use. So after buying a whole team's worth of brooms and being a bit displeased with Draco, Lucius may not be in the mood to get him something so fancy. Still, Lucius might have bought it for Draco eventually but let's remember the timing. Harry gets the broom midway through third year. Lucius doesn't feel inclined to rush out that minute and buy Draco a new broom (again).

And then fourth year rolls around. The Triwizard Tournament means there's no Quidditch so there's no point. Plus Lucius is probably distracted by the fact that his Dark Mark is getting clearer every day and oh no what if Voldemort isn't actually dead? What if he comes back? What if he's mad at all the people who didn't stay faithful to him...?

And then Voldemort DOES come back. And Lucius has...so many problems. First he has to tell Voldemort that he kinda sorta might've lost his diary. Whoopsie. And that...does not go well. then he's busy trying to stay alive and un-tortured and trying to regain Voldemort's favor during fifth year. And then he gets caught at the Department of Mysteries and arrested. Probably broom buying is the last thing on his mind.

2)

(First, as an aside, I don't know that Draco's interest in Harry is purely based on his fame. I mean, he tries to befriend and impress Harry in Madam Malkin's before he even knows who he is.) But anyway, both of them seem to be mutually drawn to each other even though their relationship is an acrimonious one almost from the beginning. Yes, Harry almost immediately takes a dislike to Draco. But he's also very aware of him. And that...never stops.

I'm not sure I would say that Harry exactly puts Draco on the same level as Dudley, but he is immediately reminded of Dudley due to Draco's boasting. Draco speaks in a way that makes Harry think he is spoiled and privileged...like Dudley. Draco also declares he'll bully his father into getting him a broom. This is a boast because he's trying to show off to impress Harry.

Lucius and Narcissa are not Vernon and Petunia. They do a lot for Draco but they would never allow him to push them around the way Dudley does his parents. Harry doesn't know this however, and takes Draco at his word which makes him draw a parallel to Dudley in his mind. Draco's bullying and bigoted behavior also further turns Harry against him. He's never afraid of Draco though in the way he is of Dudley, so the dynamic is different.

But yeah. Harry is...really hyper aware of Draco. Not because he's scared of him. But just because he can't seem to look away. They orbit and play off each other right from day one. Harry immediately recognizes Draco when he meets him again on the train (and Draco also remembers Harry right away). He watches Draco's sorting and where he goes to sit. He dreams of Draco his very first night.

I'm not sure Harry even knows why this is. There's just something about Draco that he's drawn to, even when they aren't friends, even when they are bitter rivals. They can never forget each other or look away from each other. Harry isn't like this with other people he dislikes. He's not like this about Zacharias Smith or Crabbe or Goyle or Michael Corner or Cormac McLaggen or even Snape or Voldemort.

There's something different with Draco. Something more. To me, that something is drarry.

[sayitdido]

Hi could you make a story where yeonjun and the girl are academic rivals and then ended up in the same shower room (you could do what you want before this happens) and they do things lol

i couldn't find a way to wrtite this without lots clichés and gender neutral reader. and sorry if it feels rushed. and the part where smut starts has no chemistry but i tried my best. but i am really disappointed in myself in general. but i shouldn't, right? it is just a fanfic it can have clichés and low chemistry from time to time. it happens.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

warnings: slight mention of food, mentions of a handjob(yj receiving), nipple play(reader receiving), reader also receives some pleasure with yeonjun's hands but it is not detailed to keep it gender neutral so yeah, also the rivalry is kinda one sideded

looking up the results of your midterms with worry since it seems like you will not be on top of your major and that means no scholarships for you. and it is not because you are a bad student. there is a person to blame. it is because choi fucking yeonjun. as you feel your blood boiling, you just scream at the screen. choi fucking yeonjun, he doesn't even need that scholarship and just studies this major to "learn" which meant he already has a job ready in his father's company and he is just here to socialize so it is not like he needs to be valedictorian.

you hate him, you definitely hate him. you also hate your so called progressive school that only gives scholarships to selected few and only does gender neutral dorms and bathrooms to make themselves look progressive. doingjust one thing is not enough though. especially if you have struggling students who can't pay tuition.

you decide to go to cafeteria as you are starting to get hungry due to energy you lost with having a tantrum over your grades. filling your tray more than usual as you fell like you are starving.

as you are carrying your tray to closest empty table, you lose you ballence which causes you to drop your tray resulting with ruining yours and the person next to you's clothes. as you rise your head to see who it is, you see the most annoying face. "aren't you going to apologize?" he asks. "i am not going to apologize to a scholarship stealer."

you leave for showers without saying anything. you quickly get undressed. yeonjun has to ruin everything. if he didn't, your life would be actually peaceful. you think to yourself as if you aren't the one who dropped the tray.

you take your time to get clean. hoping the shower will calm you. but you suddenly flinch as you feel presence of someone else. to your surprise, it was yeonjun. you call out to him. "aren't you too fancy for communal showers?" he just roles his eyes and answers back. "for your information, i faileda class due to low attendance rate so the scholarship is yours and i am not a stealer. also i am not too fancy for anywhere. and aren't you tired of the rivalry you made it up in your mind?" you admit that he had a point. "maybe you need to relax." he suggests. "how?" your innocence amuses him.

he laughs before he says. "for such a smart girl, you sure have trouble getting the hints." you think you start to get what he means when he puts it this way. "i pleasure myself on regular basis." he laughs again. "yeah but it starts to get frustrating after awhile."

he might be right. "i can try to be assistance if you give me your concent." his boldness makes you cringe but you also find the hottest guy in campus attractive like any other person. you can continue to hate him after this. " okay. you have it. you have my consent. i say yes."

he walks towards tour cabin. his hands immediately finds your nipples and starts to play with them. as it only makes you ticklish rather than aroused, you just whine.

"be patient, it will help you feel good i promise." he says while his other hand comes dangerously close to your between your legs.

as he starts to also play with it his mouth kisses one of your nipples. he is rather slow and sensual unlike how you imagined him. yes you imagined him. soon you start to feel the pleasure. as he focuses on playing with your breasts, you slowly start to moan implying your pleasure.

his one hand piching and caressing your nipple while the other works wonders that you, yourself, could never achive.

"that's it. such a sweet voice to hear." he says when your moans get louder. you are glad that it is not the time where it usually is crowded.

"yeonjun, i am about to cum." you say and his hand fastens to help you reach it. as you shiver while orgasming he laughs in pleasure.

him about to leave, you call his name. "what about you?" you ask. "no worries, you don't have to do anything back. i just felt like helping out." but you insist which eventually makes him confess that he would love a handjob in return.

[starry-snippets]

being kak and joots friend in college (all sharing a dorm/apartment) hcs

jotaro

☆ hates sharing a space for a decently long time. especially if it's a sharing a single room ordeal. if you have separate but small rooms it'll be more manageable for him

☆ majorly because he wants his own space and keeps to himself, he's pretty amazing at respecting that your room is your space and also he normally doesn't even want to go in there

☆ does enjoy sharing a dorm or apartment if you cook. cause like. he loves his mom's homemade meals. I don't think he's incompetent in the kitchen, but I don't think he knows how to make anything too fancy

☆ you as his roommate will definitely grow on him if you're not a bad roomie. he can tolerate certain bad traits, but if you never clean up or interfere with him trying to study or sleep he'd get pissed

☆ grows to appreciate all you do around the dorm/apartment and will entertain your hobbies, like if you garden he'll give you some plants. if you cook he'll get you some new equipment, etc. if you tease him about it he'll say it benefits him too so you don't think he loves you or anything (he does)

kakyoin

☆ doesn't mind sharing a space normally! as long as you're not incredibly messy or rude with his things he won't mind. does need his alone time, but that's something literally separate from you

☆ unlike joot he is so curious about your space. he respects your boundaries and won't just come in, but he's a bad knocker. like he'll knock twice but not say anything, and kinda just come in. if you tell him about it he'll announce himself or something but if you're friends he has this potentially bad habit

☆ i like to think he's a little bit disorganized, but not quite messy. the type of guy to leave his gaming consoles in front of the tv on the floor rather than on the shelf under. doesn't make his bed everyday sort of "messy" things

☆ overall a good roommate though! this man can cook and he can clean. he may be a tad disorganized but it's not terrible. once you learn he likes to put the big spoons separate from the small spoons you develop the muscle memory to look for them in different spots. just requires some familiarity

☆ definitely engages in your interests and he'd love if you did the same! would love if you played games with him and he'd be down to do your hobbies with you too! epitome of besties to lovers living together (or just besties, or just lovers - whatever floats your boat)

both

☆ since jotaro is territorial about his spaces, kakyoin gets better at knocking on your door before coming in without you having to even talk to him cause he made the mistake with joot

☆ nights typically consist of you and kakyoin cooking together while jotaro works on homework or shares his opinions on what you two made the night before

☆ jotaro funds the grocery shopping since he doesn't actually help cook and doesn't want to feel like a leech. learned to not go with you two after seeing kakyoin push you in the cart

☆ getting into the bathroom is such a battle. jotaro likes to take baths to decompress and cannot be rushed (damn you for getting him starfish shaped bath bombs for his birthday) and kakyoin spends so long styling his hair

☆ if you didn't already have tough skin about your style prepare to develop it. they don't mean to be rude but kakyoin always wonders if you'll be too hot/cold in an outfit while jotaro is very much thinking his own version of "wear what you want I can fight" but you wish he'd acknowledge you can handle yourself

☆ when your schedules allow they walk with you to and from classes. because they enjoy your company, because they worry about your safety, because the long walk alone can be kinda draining too. they always try to walk with you home no matter your gender - even if they have to go out of their way to

☆ kakyoin embraces your habits a lot easier than jotaro. it's nice to have someone who gets you almost immediately, and it's nice to feel additionally appreciated when jotaro comes around

☆ they can both be annoying sometimes. like you're normally not the problem. kakyoin sleeps with his body everywhere (so when you do movie nights his ass needs to be in bed once he's tired) and jotaro hates doing the dishes so guess who normally has to do them cause kak is already out?

☆ both individuals are very bright so if you ever struggle you have one guy who's down to help no matter what and another who will groan and act like you're being needy before insisting you get a lesson from him. kakyoin also gives good advice in general and jotaro listens like no other

☆ the longer you all live together the more common doing group activities naturally becomes. kakyoin and jotaro both need quite a bit of alone time, but they also do feel rejuvenated after talking to you. movie nights and game nights become a fairly common occurrence when you guys aren't swamped with homework. overall living with them is pretty fun!

[wasabidottie]

the museum (Jschlatt)

A/n: sry this one is kinda rushed, I'm running out of ideas :o. so pls send requests :) i would love to write them

Schlatt had reluctantly agreed to visit the museum, though it was clear from the moment he stepped through the entrance that he'd rather be doing just about anything else. His eyes swept over the various exhibits with a lackluster interest, and he found himself growing increasingly bored.

He stopped in front of one particular exhibit, not because it caught his fancy, but because it provided a convenient excuse to rest his tired legs. As he stared blankly at the display, lost in his thoughts, a voice broke through his reverie.

"Oh, look at this! It's absolutely fascinating!"

Schlatt turned to find you standing beside him, your eyes wide with excitement as you peered at the exhibit. Your enthusiasm was palpable, and Schlatt couldn't help but be drawn in by your energy.

"Uh, yeah, fascinating," he mumbled, though his words were tinged with sarcasm.

But you didn't seem to notice. Instead, you launched into an animated explanation of the exhibit, your gestures and tone portraying your genuine interest. You spoke about the historical significance of the artifacts on display, the cultural context, and the stories behind each piece.

Schlatt found himself listening, not because he cared about the exhibit, but because he was captivated by the way you spoke. Your passion was infectious, and it was impossible not to get caught up in your excitement.

As you moved on to the next exhibit, Schlatt followed, his boredom forgotten. He watched as you examined each display with a keen eye, your commentary bringing the history to life. You pointed out details that he would have never noticed on his own, and suddenly, the museum didn't seem so dull anymore.

Time flew by as you explored the museum together, and Schlatt found himself genuinely enjoying the experience. He was no longer focused on his desire to leave but on the joy of sharing this unexpected adventure with you.

By the time you reached the end of the museum tour, Schlatt was not only grateful for your company but also for the newfound appreciation you had given him for the exhibits. As you stood at the exit, saying your goodbyes, he couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks for making this trip worth it," he admitted.

You grinned, your eyes sparkling. "Anytime, Schlatt. Museums are much more fun when you have someone to share them with."

And as you walked out of the museum together, Schlatt realized that sometimes the most unexpected moments and people could turn a mundane experience into something truly special.

[sirfrogsworth]

Just got back from the movie. The theater was in the middle of this hipster village type deal. Trendy shops and a wine bar.

I walked into the Alamo Drafthouse and the people at the front just kinda looked at me as I walked by. I had my ticket ready on my phone, but no one scanned it or looked at it. I don't know if it is always like that, but maybe next time I should try not buying a ticket and see what happens.

The large format fancy theater was as far away from the entrance as possible. I should have brought my cane. But I made it okay. It was indeed large and fancy. The seats were very comfortable and had electric reclining. There was also a button to summon a waiter which felt very high tech. And he would duck down super low as he walked in front of everyone. He looked like a penguin scurrying along. I ordered a pizza and it showed up just in time for the movie. It was pretty tasty.

The video quality was fine. I honestly didn't see a huge difference with the 4K laser projector, but the large screen was nice. I might be spoiled by my fancy HDR, 2000 nit TV. Projection just can't do that.

The front audio was much better than the last theater. Very clear voices. But the bass was a little boomy. Unfortunately I think they calibrate the audio for when there are more people there. 100+ humans in a space add a lot of absorption and diffusion. But there were maybe 8 people total and there wasn't anything to suck up the bass.

The Atmos was not even noticeable except in one or two scenes. That was disappointing. Atmos was one of the main reasons I chose that theater. I don't know if they skipped getting a Dolby calibrator or something. The side speakers were audible, but the ceiling speakers never made themselves known. Not even in the thunderstorm scene.

The ceilings were extremely high, so I'm wondering if the speakers were just too far away. Inverse square law would dictate they would need a lot of power and volume to cover that distance. This is probably why Dolby officially certifies theaters and this wasn't one of them.

This is what a front speaker in a theater looks like. There are usually at least 3 of them. Bigger spaces might do an array of 6--all behind the screen.

That is 7 feet tall, 200 pounds, and takes 3000 watts of power.

And you'll usually have 3 of these dual 18" subwoofers.

These beasts require 4000 watts of power and are also 200 pounds.

A typical theater Atmos speaker is like this.

About 30 inches tall and handles 350 watts.

All of those speakers have to cover about the same distance. Meaning the ceiling speakers were at a major size and power disadvantage.

So I think the theater was too big and too tall for Atmos to work effectively. You probably have to trade off a big screen or good sound. I'm going to try an official Dolby theater next time to see the difference.

The movie itself was okay. Maybe a 6 out of 10. A few good laughs, some fun action, but the humor was very hit and miss.

Now, I'm not just saying this because they are a creep, but Ezra is just... a lot. They do their funny jokey thing and it gets old very fast. It was okay when they were a side character, but when they are leading a movie, it fizzles. And then there is a second Ezra in the movie and they do the funny jokey thing turned up to 11.

Way too much Ezra.

But then Michael Keaton enters and he's just fantastic. I got such a rush of nostalgia from the 1989 Batman. That was probably my favorite movie for a good 3 years. 8 year old me was so happy to see my first Batman again. They even forced him to do some super cringe fanservice lines--and he nailed them.

He was like, "I'm going to take this bullshit line and make it awesome. Because I'm the goddamn Batman."

And Sasha Calle as Supergirl was also excellent. Though she was very underutilized. But if they can keep her, I think she could be a fan favorite.

The big complaint about The Flash has been the CGI. And I would say 75% of the CGI was great. There was a reveal of the Batwing that looked stunning. Supergirl flying was great. The vehicles were great. All of the invisible effects like backgrounds and set extensions were flawless. There was a big car chase that looked decent. There were plenty of top notch VFX in this movie. And I think the artists should be proud of those.

The stuff that didn't work was mostly just because the situations were unrealistic or the art direction was poorly done or they just didn't spend enough time polishing the effect.

When they animated Micheal Keaton doing jumpy flippy ninja moves, it didn't sell perfectly. And the speed and power of the Kryptonions was not nearly as well done as in Man of Steel.

But I know why people said the CGI was terrible. Though I don't actually think it was the CGI that was bad. I'm pretty sure they just made a poor aesthetic choice. Flash goes into the Speedforce and they cleary wanted to make it trippy and otherworldly. I don't think they were going for photorealism. I think they intentionally wanted everything to be in the uncanny valley. Unfortunately the style they chose looked more like a video game.

They were trying to do a Dr. Strange type effect and it just didn't work. It ended up being more... Lawnmower Man.

The only truly terrible effects were CG renders of people they couldn't get to do proper cameos because they were fired or were dead. Usually you need a 3D scan to do a CG double and it's hard to do that on dead people. The best was Admiral Tarkin in Rogue One, but they spent months and months on that.

CG Henry Cavill was probably the worst effect in the entire film and I'm guessing that really pissed people off.

The Flash running also looked bad, but that was 100% because Ezra Miller runs like a goof.

I have no idea why they run like that, but it looks so dumb and ruins the speed effect. Like, if you took them out and put someone running normally into the effect, it would have looked super neat.

And the only other VFX that didn't quite work was these slow motion falling babies. They looked photorealistic, but something about animating a falling baby in slow motion did not look right. Again, I don't think this was bad CGI. I think it was just a visual that was impossible to make realistic.

I know that sounds like a lot of bad effects, but that was every bad effect out of 2000+ total. Maybe 15 shots out of those 2000 were memorably bad. But the bad shots are always the most memorable and I guess that is why you don't hear folks talking about all of the flawless ones.

If you do see this movie and you haven't heard Kevin Smith's Superman story, you definitely should watch that first. Because the best gag in the movie will go over your head otherwise.

Sooooo, yeah... that was my night at the movies. On the drive there I got to see the Arch and downtown and it was beautiful. And on the drive home, Google decided to take me through every spooky ass neighborhood in St. Louis at midnight.

FUN!

[vaguely-yandere]

hi its me again (also you should totally make a twitter acc, id follow:D)

im thinking abt how playboy yan would react to you giving romantic attention to someone other than them, or how would they react to someone asking you out literally infront of them (THE AUDACITY)

they would totally say some shit like “do you know who i am?” or “talk to them- no- breathe around them ever again and i’ll rip your vocal cords from your throat.”

or maybe someone of the same social and wealth status flirts w darling? id just love to see them squirm and think so hard abt how to kill their new love rival.

also them not being able to get even a smidge of pleasure from sex w others because as they said “you ruined sex for me, i cant even cum if you’re not touching me. seriously, do you have any idea what you do to me?”

and maybe they’re usually a dom top but you just make them melt so much that they are nothing but needy little puppy in your hands i just- 😫

eeee playboy yan whos always so cool, so collected, so suave because they literally have zero worries! if they embarrass themselves at a party or whatever, its no biggie, everyone signed an NDA anyway! so when they end up smashing a glass because they saw you flirting with someone, a giant smile on their face despite eyes screaming with rage, everyone just awkwardly laughs and tries to diffuse the situation, breaking some bottles of their own, just trying to keep the party going!

of course, the glass breaking startles you but youre a touch oblivious. you didn't know theyre going crazy because of you! so you continue talking to this sweet, attractive, rich socialite that seems very touchy and show offy but hey! they have the same interests as you and theyre kinda sweet!

playboy yan gets fucked up. drinking, smoking, injecting, anything to get their mind off the extreme rage they feel every single time you smile at that fuckers, every single time you laugh, touch their arm, share a fucking joint with them, it isnt fair. they try to console themselves (and make you jealous) by inviting someone else into bed, loudly and obnoxiously flirting with them but without your presence near them, they just cant seem to remain aroused but theyre still pissed, theyre blood is still rushing, a cutie is still kissing their neck, so fuck it! they try, they really fucking try to cum and they end up roughing up the poor stranger more than they wanted to but they do end up cumming after a good while of straight edging. the strangers face hidden with a pillow, ass up, probably gagged, anything to keep their identity hidden so playboy and imagine its you under them instead of this fuckin asshole (apologies random background character)

and if you post a selfie with this rival? even if theyre just in the background? mention them anywhere? playboy yan will absolutely kidnap you and try to show you how perfect they are for you. it doesnt really feel like a kidnapping at first, because playboy yan is just letting you do whatever you want under the guise of 'hanging out' but if you try to end it? theyll suddenly suggest going to your favorite store, going to a club, having dinner at your favorite place, anything to keep you close to them and if you keep refusing, their intentions finally become clear and well, youll have no choice but to go to a hotel or house with them. theyll insist on taking millions of pictures with you, sometimes just of you and its kind of flattering but still.

if you go to a hotel, its fucking fancy. multiple rooms, fully stocked everything, private hot tub and pool, giant bed, closet full of clothes exactly in your style, the fridge is only full of your favorite foods no matter how expensive they are, if you have a habit of making wishlists and stuff then everything is there. skincare products, clothes, shoes, perfume, gadgets, books, a gaming set, plants, art supplies, literally everything. its perfect. and playboy yan gets room service, the TV is already playing your favorite show and playboy yan is just staring at you, squirming in their seat in front of the giant walk in closet, begging you to give them a little fashion show.

and who are you to refuse?

each outfit leaves playboy yan more and more desperate, teeth sinking further into their bottom lip, eyes basically vibrating from trying to take in every inch of your being, nails digging into the arms of their chair, an absolute, desperate mess. eee so so cute!!! <33 just imagining them on their knees in front of you, begging you to just fuck them with expensive fabrics draping across your body, hugging all the right places.

and you KNOW playboy yan is protective. if yall have any sort of relationship, platonic or even just acquaintances, and someone flirts with you or makes you smile for too long or worse, annoys you, playboy yan will be right in their face in seconds, fists bleeding from their manicured nails digging into them, an insane and dark look in their eyes as they ask if this idiot even knows who the fuck theyre talking to.

"do you know who i am? do you know whos boat your on? do you- actually, let me answer these questions for you! you dont! clearly, you dont know a fucking thing because otherwise, you wouldnt be talking to them! haha, who the fuck do you think you are, huh?! tell me! i wanna fucking know what kind of ASSHOLE does this shit at my fucking party!" theyll screech, laughing loudly the entire time, grin never faltering while they back this stranger into a corner before trying to beat them up, only stopping if you pull them away or yell at them to stop, security having to escort the stranger off the boat. if you and playboy yan are 'involved' at this point, theyll banish everyone else off the boat and spend the rest of the day begging for your approval and praise, throwing glasses and a giant fit if they dont get it.

i just love it when yanderes go fuckin crazy!!!

[s1nn0hh]

'Dining Over Unfortunate Circumstances'

Erida is forced to come face to face with a figure from her past that she wishes she wouldn't have to see again during what was supposed to be a celebration for Grovyle and Celebi's return from the Dark Future.

(this one kinda sucks but by god did i try)

It was but another sunny afternoon in the midst of Treasure Town. The sun was slowly descending into the waters, as life continued to flourish as usual.

Erida and Gaia were on the way home from another day of successful exploration and the usual help-arounds, going on and about and occasionally waving all the humble folks from town as they went back to their home in the bluff.

"Man, we're really on a roll today! 5 successful dungeon requests, and 4 of them weren't terrified of us! I'd say this is a new record, if I do say so myself!"

Gaia happily chippered as she swung her hands around, Erida keep her hands behind her back but a more calm and serene feeling present with her as she looked at her partner's joy.

"I am just as overjoyed as you are, but I do believe we need to keep a more presentable front to ensure that people won't be afraid of us to begin with. I could cover my scar for starters, since it probably gives people the impression that I am an outlaw. Not sure where I'll find the materials to do so, but-"

One of Gaia's hands shushed Erida for a moment as she talked, with the latter turning her head around and looking at Erida with an expression of slight shock at the idea she suggested.

"Erida! Eri! We don't need to have to do all of that, luv! Look, I know that what people think of us is.. uh, important, but look at us! Master Rank, and people still respect us despite of how we look! I don't think we need to change a thing, and.."

Gaia levitated to Erida's eye level, looking somewhat flustered.

"Outlaw or not, you'd still be my sweetheart. The scar adds for an extra spark too!"

Erida was slightly flustered herself before she lightly smacked Gaia on the top of her head and averting her gaze in slight embarrassment.

"Fine, fine. No need to get me all red just to say you didn't like my idea, dear. I guess we'll just have to cope with the whole 'people being pretty terrified of us when we rescue them' thing. Oh well."

The two marched along the brick pathway that lead to their home, admiring the scenery, not before spotting a Pelipper Mail Deliverymon flying over them, before landing on the mailbox on the front and inserting the desired mailings and flying away once he finished. Gaia rushed over to the mailbox and opened it and handing the contents to Erida to read out loud.

"Did we get anything interesting? New job requests? Oh, oh, did we get invited to a fancy expedition that requires our help?? Do we get paid???"

"Now, now. Let me at least look at the papers first. Let's take a look.. junk mail, junk mail, junk ma- oh, a discount ticket for Spinda's! Thank you very much. More junk mail, a letter from Grovyle, a faux-letter that has Team Skull all over it-"

Erida immediately stopped for a moment, taking a closer look at the letter from Grovyle, inspecting it closely and thoroughly. And sure enough, it was really him. After only being able to confirm he was still alive and well when she thought she heard his call echo through time, she was ecstatic to know that he was still holding out.

Gaia took note of her wife's sudden look of joy and ecstatic expression on her face, and decided to ponder in to see for herself just what the letter had contained.

"Dear Erida and Gaia

Sorry that I haven't been reaching out to the both of you for a while. The others and I have been rather occupied with some stuff after time finally returned to its former state in the future, so I never really had the time to write. Just writing to let you two that we are alright, and that we will be planning to visit you later tonight in Treasure Town. Hoping this isn't too sudden, it's just that Celebi and I have been looking forward to finally seeing you both after all that had happened. See you soon!

- Grovyle"

If it weren't for Erida's lower mouth spreading with joy, Gaia would've assumed she felt indifferent about this. Almost like she was in a momentary trance.

"Yo, Eri, you good?"

Erida snapped out of it rather quickly and answered back that was more chipper than her usual stoic one.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm good. I'm just.. pretty excited to see them again, honestly. The only sign we had that confirmed that they were still alive was through that one message that Grovyle sent through time, and that was that. But they were coming here! Tonight! It just.. wow."

"Can't blame you for being ecstatic, honestly. I was pretty stoked to find out they were still alive despite the whole 'all 'mons from the future will disappear when time is restored' thing.

.. Do you think it would be insensitive to ask him to explain how that felt?"

"I don't think he would mind, but that's beside the point. We should throw them a celebration for making it back! I think it would sound pretty nice. We could hop to the market later and make some good stew for starters.."

"Oh, oh! That sounds nice, actually! I think I saw some sales on a few vegetables when we passed by town earlier, alongside a few spices. Think it'll be enough?"

"Sure, I don't see why not! Let's get to it."

A quick turnaround to the market and back for ingredients, and the two finally set foot in their humble adobe to get the preparation started. Erida and Gaia took turns in the chores that followed, but it didn't take Gaia too long to notice something in the letter Grovyle sent to start wondering that something was off. The usage of 'others' even though she only knew of him and Celebi was the main giveaway, given that Grovyle never really mentioned a 'third, mystery individual' that helped them up until now (not counting Erida, at least.). It piqued her interest for the time being, and wondered if Erida felt the same.

"Hey, Eri. Can I ask you something?"

Erida paused the carrot cutting she was in the middle of to turn her head to Gaia, letting off a 'hm?' as she did.

"Besides you, did Grovyle.. know anyone who wanted to save the future the way he did?"

Erida raised an eyebrow at the question, not exactly knowing what prompted it to be asked or why now after everything that had happened.

"Not anyone that I know of, no. Why are you asking?"

"I remember that Grovyle mentioned 'others' in the letter he sent, and it sorta caught my attention since I don't remember anyone that wanted to restore time the way he did. Plus, I didn't think anyone would really wanna join him due to his more.. 'forward' approach to obstacles." (Oh, Crystal Lake.. what a unpleasant memory that was.)

Erida stared at her for a moment before looking down and scratching her chin in confusion as she processed the information bestowed upon her.

"Hm.. I thought about it as well. I didn't know Grovyle for that long, but I knew him enough to know that he wouldn't let anyone else from the Dark Future interfere since trustworthy 'mons were quite a scarcity and trust in general was just a way for people to get what they want faster. But I figure that if someone from there made themselves trustworthy enough to help with the mission that Grovyle and Celebi trusted them, then we can do so as well."

".. Huh. Well, if you say so. We'll meet 'em tonight anyway, so there's at least that."

_______________________________

Evening came, and so did the excitement that Erida and Gaia had with it. Everything was set and prepared for the celebration, and now all that was needed for it to start were the guests of honor.

Just as Erida checked the clock once, twice and thrice, a faint knocking was heard on the door. She opened the door, to which Celebi zoomed right in and immediately reached for a hug with Erida catching her and not falling over with the force that Celebi flew into her arms with.

"Woah! G-good to see you too, Celebi."

"Oh, my dear Erida! It's so good to finally see you again! I could've hardly contained my excitement when I heard we were coming here for a visit! I see you grew up a bit, too! Cool scar, by the way!"

"The feeling is mutual, Celebi. Can you just.. not lunge at me the moment I open the door? You gave me quite the scare there."

"No promises, dear!"

"Say, where's Grovyle? I thought he was coming with you."

Just as the words left her mouth, a familiar green figure stepped into the door frame, bearing a warm smile as he looked at Erida, the latter looking at him for a moment before immediately pulling him into a hug as Grovyle returned the feeling back.

".. I'm so glad that you're here. I really mean it."

"I know you do, Erida. I hope you're not mad at me for not exactly reaching out the moment we returned to the present."

Erida let go off of him as she placed a hand on his shoulder, just being happy to see him and Celebi again after all this time. Contact or not, it was just them being here that made everything better. Grovyle and Celebi gave their hellos to Gaia as well, with her redirecting them to the dinner table to start. Just as she turned around to join everyone else, a voice came from behind, one that made her skin irk and her head to hurt.

There's simply no way it could have been him.

"Grovyle, Celebi, It would not hurt you two to not immediately run here when you know the 3-hour walk here was.. absolutely.. uh."

Dusknoir's tone reeked of nervousness as he held onto the door frame, and especially with the fact that Erida was now facing him and glaring at him with such intensity that it could penetrate through an entire woodland.

If her hands curling into fists was not a dead giveaway that she found his presence here unwanted, but her bottom eyes furrowing with such rage was the key to the whole interaction and what exactly she felt.

Just as she was about to yell hellscorn and demise at Dusknoir, Gaia chimed in and was shocked to find him here, but his presence here was the least of concern when she saw her own wife moments away from getting rid of Dusknoir the way it should have went.

"D-Dusknoir! Wh-what a surprise to see you here! Are you here with Grovyle and Celebi? O-of course you are! Why don't I just-"

She grabbed him by his hand and led him to the dinner table, Dusknoir very clearly preferring to follow her lead if it meant to avoid the catastrophe that followed. With him out of sight, Erida breathed very heavily as she closed the door and prayed to whatever deity to help her pass this evening quietly, because she felt like her head was about to explode any moment as she headed to where everyone was.

"Arceus, give me patience."

The dinner went about as well as you'd imagine. Gaia, Grovyle and Celebi's conversation attempts were quickly dampened out by the intense staredown that Erida and Dusknoir had between them, with her growing more aggravated by the presence of this backstabbing charlatan in her own home and Dusknoir growing more afraid and more willing to tell Celebi to open up a time passage before Erida will finish what Master Dialga could not. But that did not stop the others from trying to make the best out of all of this.

"So, uh, Grovyle! How did you two actually get Dusknoir to join sides with you? I was a bit surprised with him being here since he didn't want you to alter history and.. all of that stuff."

Gaia's tone sounded a little off, more or less gesturing Grovyle and Celebi to tell them just how and why he is here. She was not oblivious to what Dusknoir had done to the four of them and she was no stranger to the idea of him changing for the better, but it was only a matter of how much Erida was willing to believe that. The others picked up on the idea and agreed to it, so long as it meant to stop whatever impending disaster was in the way.

Grovyle and Celebi tried to explain that despite Dusknoir's nature and actions, he did prove himself to be a worthy ally and that he really turned a new leaf, and that the two wouldn't have allowed him to tag along if they sensed that his loyalty still laid amongst the likes of those who bared a heart of evil.

.. At least they was, but they very clearly felt Erida's judgemental eye glare at them the moment they tried to say anything remotely positive about Dusknoir. For as resilient as they normally were, they could very evidently feel the rage that boiled inside her, and they did not wish to poke an old wound that was still bleeding. It was cowardly, they knew. But this was a matter that words could no longer be resolved by words. Something deeper was rooted in all of this, and it wasn't just Erida's justifiable hatred for Dusknoir.

But oh, she knew better. Something was going on here. Dusknoir was cunning, she would give him that, but she saw right through him. He was using Grovyle and Celebi as mere puppets to get his name cleared, and long before they all knew, time will freeze once more. And he will be laughing at her dismay all over again.

It was the paranoia speaking, she knew that dead well. Dusknoir couldn't pull something like this off, no way in hell. But her head was spinning, aching as she clutched onto whatever she could have at hands reach before she might faint from the overbearing stress. But she lacked control in her mouth just as much as she did with everything else, and it did not stop her from 'humoring' Dusknoir with a question of her.

"So. Do tell me this, 'The Great Dusknoir'. I wanna ask you something."

Dusknoir's attention snapped to her, and he could feel the venom boiling in her voice. He knew it was ill-advised to even bother responding, but this situation was all but his own making. He had no other choice. He made his own bed, and he was going to lay down in it.

".. What."

"Do you think I am so goddamn stupid? To fall for this? To all of this?"

At that point, everyone's attention snapped to her, worried and confused expressions all around. Dusknoir backed down into his chair, feeling himself shrink further as her tone reeked of how the hatred she had in her voice for him.. and for herself.

"I don't-"

"Don't play coy with me, Dusknoir. I can see all of this poorly constructed charade you're pulling here. Using my own two friends as hostages and spokespeople to try and clean up your stained name when you know you aren't clean of anything? Oh, you are EVIL."

It was at that point where Grovyle had to intervene and get her to calm down before she does god knows what because he knew her well enough that she wasn't making sense nor she was thinking straight.

"Erida, please. I know that you and Dusknoir had your own hardships, but-"

At that point, Erida crossed the point of no return. It did not matter who she was mad at, all that she had to do was let off the steam go as she banged her fists against the table and said what she had to say. She could only pray that Grovyle doesn't hate her for this afterwards.

"OH, DO YOU, NOW? YOU SEEM TO BE PRETTY CONFIDENT IN THAT KNOWLEDGE WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW JACK. HOW CAN YOU ALL JUST TRUST THIS.. THIS MANIAC FOR ALL THAT HE HAD DONE, AND FORGIVE HIM SO EASILY WHEN I CANNOT EVEN FORGIVE MYSELF? HUH?! DID THAT EVER CROSS YOUR THICK SKULLS AND MINDS? HOW IS IT THAT I CAN STILL HATE MYSELF FOR EVERYTHING THAT I ALLOWED HIM TO DO AND.. and.."

Ah. There it was. The passing storm, and the silence that followed it. Erida felt sick. The fact that she spoke so low of the people she cared about. The fact that she was spiraling down the already deep hatred she had for herself. She had to go. She needed to be anywhere but here. She held onto the temples of her face and excused herself to go outside before she will make herself an even bigger of a fool in front of everyone more. She needed to be alone for a moment.

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The air was cold. A sky filled stars, yet all she could see was the dark. Tears dripping down her face as she held onto herself with regret. God, she just had to ruin everything, didn't she? Because of her own petty hatred that she held onto for nearly 30 something years? And for all of that to erupt in front of her loved ones of all people? What an absolute idiot she was. She wouldn't be surprised if everyone back home agreed with her on this, it was far too true. All she could do now is weep alone and hope they all leave and never return.

.. Or at least she thought she was alone, at least. She could feel Gaia's gaze on her back, and she did not dare to look at her own wife's eyes after all of that. But despite all of that, Gaia did not sound mad in the slightest. She sounded remorseful and understanding as she sat next to Erida, the former actually bringing herself to look at her this time.

".. Hey, Eri. You good? I know you insisted on being alone and all, but.. I don't think you really wanted that."

Erida let off a small chuckle through her tears at Gaia's comment, almost as if congratulating for figuring it out so easily. But now, she had bigger to deal with.

"I'm good. I think. Did.. did the others leave yet?"

"You kidding? Grovyle was worried sick about you after that display of anger you had earlier. He was going to check up on you as soon as you left if it weren't for Celebi stopping him from provoking you any further by accident. We're all worried, Erida. I just.. I am worried. Seeing you like that was scary, and that's coming from me. Can you please just... talk to me?"

Erida was silent. She knew exactly what the issue was, and where it all stemmed from. But telling it all to Gaia when it was such a persistent feeling for so long, it would tear her apart. But she still demanded an answer. She deserved an answer. If not from her, then from no one else.

"It's.. complicated. Just feelings that I have been dealing with for some time, and.. I'm sorry for not telling you earlier."

"You know I wouldn't you hate for that, dear. We are gonna talk about it later, but.. it's what you said about Dusknoir that I also wanted to talk with you about."

.. Ah.

"I was shocked and a bit terrified to see him just as much as you were, but it's what I sensed within that really shocked me. He didn't have any form of ill intent in him anymore. He changed. For better or worse, that's for you to decide, but he no longer wishes to harm anyone anymore."

"..."

"What happened with Dusknoir.. shouldn't have happened. And I know the feelings you felt were real. You have every reason to be mad that he's here. The last thing I would ever want you to do is to just forgive him so easily, but.. can you at least talk to him?"

Erida sighed heavily at her request. As much as she wanted to say that she won't and that she will never even consider doing that, she knew what Gaia had said was true.

He changed. People change all the time, for better or worse. All she could do now is hope he still listens.

"I'll try."

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After some recollection and some deep breaths, Erida got back inside and bid her own apologies for how she behaved earlier. After a silent and awkward dinner, Gaia suggested to take Grovyle and Celebi out to town as a way to make up for earlier and hopefully soothe any tension that was wrecked from this evening. Surprisingly, the two agreed, with only Dusknoir choosing to stay home for 'reasons'.

After they went out, only Erida and Dusknoir were left at home. The silence was suffocating. How they would even confront one another after all that, Arc knows how. But the damage still had to be mended, one way or another.

Erida stepped outside to take a breather and try to gain all the willpower to speak with him face-to-face. Surprisingly, it looks like he had the same idea.

Dusknoir peeped through the door and asked if he could join, Erida giving him the thumbs up to do so. They only looked up, wondering and losing themselves in the endless cosmic mix above.

Erida decided to bite the bullet and start off first.

"Dusknoir, listen. I.. I'm sorry for what I said back then. It was stupid of me to say something so.. blatantly paranoid and assume that you had a hand in it. I wouldn't blame you for hating me for it."

Dusknoir sighed deeply as he listened to her words, speaking in an identical tone of regret as he looked down in shame.

"I wouldn't blame you for thinking that of me. What I did to you and Gaia all those years ago was heinous, and.. I would understand if you would have thought that I still have evil intentions. I know you care deeply for Grovyle and Celebi, and seeing them with me only brought you great distress. If anyone should be apologizing here, it should be me."

".. It's not that I hate you specifically, man. I hate myself the same way I hate you and it just feels unfair, in a way."

".. How come?"

Erida sighed as she gathered the courage to talk about her biggest folly and most emotional burden- and specifically to the guy partially responsible for it all. As much as she would rather do it with anyone else, the current circumstances have a say in the otherwise. All she could do now is speak and hope he listens.

"After you first betrayed us, I tried to forget all that you taught me. I wanted to erase every bit and aspect that you left in me, and it all fell apart. I could only do it the way you did it. And in a way, I saw myself through you. I feared that I was gonna end up like you. And the life that followed wasn't much help, either.

I hated myself for all that you did. How you made us care about you, and how you cared about us. How you meant everything to us, and how you just.. left. Sooner or later, the hatred for you became a hatred for myself. I projected my own failures onto you and it all crumbled apart from there. And I want to believe that you really have changed and all, but.. how can I do so when I can't even believe that I changed? That I am not like you?"

Dusknoir was silent. He knew the answer, but he wasn't sure if his phrasing for it would do him any favors. Nonetheless, he knew what needed to be said.

"I understand how you feel. Back in the Dark Future, I did something terrible. To Grovyle and Celebi, that is. After going all the way with him and sharing my own woes with him, I stabbed him in the back. Just like I did with you and the rest of the town. But you know what he said to me as he was holding onto the life I almost stole from him? That he sensed a change form in my heart. That I was not who he once knew. I was in denial, yet he persisted. He saw a change of heart when I did not recognize a heart to be changed. The same could be said about Gaia, too. She sees you for what she knows is in your own heart. You are very near and dear to her, and I know you feel the same.

The people we love will often see something in us that we do not see ourselves, and it's our choice as real beings to recognize that thing and believe in it. I will never ask you to forgive me so easily, Erida. I know what I have done has soiled any chances of peacemaking between us, but all I want you is to see the love in yourself in the same way your partner has love in herself for you."

Erida was stunned. For as much as she wanted to argue back, she knew he was right. She knows she is much more than the shattered reflection she makes herself to be, and that Gaia sees her for what she is as well. As she looked back up, she saw years of repressed anger and agony wash away like the currents below. She looked back and Dusknoir, and wiped away a few loose tears as she spoke.

"Yeah. You're right. That.. that sounds nice. Thanks, Dusknoir. I.. think I understand now."

For the first time in her life, she felt.. happy. the shackles of pain crumbled beneath her, and a bright future was on the horizon. She was going to live through it to her fullest.

"Thank you."

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baby scarab || 37

anon - i propose a 'who can solve a rubik's cube faster' contest between steven and casper because we need them to bond !

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anon - yall so what if

Hear me out

Y/n sees someone in trouble, but it's CASPER! And she goes out without Marc's permission and saves him, and when she comes back Marc is just sitting there watching the news and he looks over to her and he looks worried and sees Casper kinda just sitting there and he tends to both of them and Casper just kinda breaks the silence and goes "so..how what's your day?-" "what were you thinking y/n?" It's steven now and they kinda have a small argument and Casper goes "CHILDREN CHILDREN!! sorry sir but she SAVED me and you're getting mad at her for it?" Also why am I writing an entire fic idk😭

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anon - guys what if when y/n and Casper have their second ACTUAL kiss Marc makes a gross gagging noise and we're like "oh shit I didn't know you were there"

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@spideyscottage - okay but idea- baby scarab going on a date with casper and marc and layla are spying on them the whole time

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A/N : casper and y/n on their first official date :)))

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : this one was so much fun to write ngl

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, mentions of power failure, casper bonding with your dads, suggestive(? like almost making out but not really??), marc being a sneaky little bitch, getting shot (guns and violence) let me know if i missed anything

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today was your date with casper.

it’s not a fancy date and you’re happy with that, since neither of you are too fond of crowds.

you’d rather it just be you and him.

he had texted you as promised, and you had planned to get ice cream at this place down the road from his house, then go back and watch some movies with him.

it sounded perfect to you.

plus you wouldn’t be interrupted since his mom and sister were visiting family out of town, and his dad was out for a business trip.

and no, you’re not going to take advantage of the fact you’ll be completely alone with him, or take advantage of casper himself.

it was just that you’ve been interrupted a lot.

that’s all.

you had made sure to knock and wait for marc to open the door, no doubt that he was still fronting.

you heard hushed whispers and a thud before rushed footsteps come to the door before it opens, revealing marc, and you immediately notice his messy hair and the fact that his shirt is inside out.

you send him a tight lipped smile and lean on the doorframe. “did you guys actually..” you trail off, and when marc didn’t answer you gave him a disgusted look.

“dude i’m never sitting on that couch ever again” you mumble, peaking in and seeing the kittens eating their breakfast.

marc blocks you from looking in, and raises an eyebrow.

“do you want me to get you your pop tarts?” he asks and you make a face.

“why can’t i come in?” you ask suspiciously.

marc avoids eye contact with you, and begrudgingly shakes his head, which makes you smile.

“why not?” you press cheekily hoping he’ll give you an answer, but marc just gives you a look.

“steven?” you call out, knowing he would crack under pressure.

“they fondued. marc i’m so sorry” he admits and apologizes, marc running a hand down his face.

you snort and push yourself off the doorframe.

“please clean up in there” you start, marc distractedly nodding.

“also i might be home late” you trail off, marc giving you a confused look.

“but you don’t have work” he points out and you nod.

“i’m.. i’m uh..” you try to find the words.

“spit it out, y/n” you hear jake and you take a breath before doing so.

“casper asked me out” you start, getting surprised murmurs from all the guys. 

“so i’m.. that’s what i’m doing today” you look down and fiddle with a loose string on your sleeve.

you hear marc sigh and you look back up at him. “i know i can’t stop you.” he starts and you nod.

“just.. just at least text us every once and a while” a smile forms on your face and you nod excitedly.

“i will, i promise” you let out a breath and marc sighs again.

“awww, she’s going out on her first date” steven gushes and you groan.

“stay safe” jake tells you.

“i will”

and that was that. you said your goodbyes, and marc had to go anyways to.. clean up the place.

they all knew that this was going to happen at some point.

they fear the future, being honest.

they don’t want to let you go. meaning, they wish they could’ve somehow been there your whole life so that they had more time with you.

but nothing can change the past.

but they can at least make sure you’re okay in the present and make sure you have a good future.

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you met casper where you said you would, it now being around noon.

the ice cream place you were at wasn’t very popular, and it was near a park so it would be smooth sailing.

and little did you know that marc knew exactly where you were.

of course he followed you like the creep he is.

with layla too.

they were in their suits while following you on the rooftops.

jake and steven tried to convince him to leave you be, but marc insisted. he claims that this will be the only time. just to make sure that you’re safe.

casper doesn’t exactly know your whole situation with the ‘three dads in one body’ thing.

which is why this date would be a good time to explain.

“you didn’t have to pay, i have money” you tell casper, poking your ice cream with a spoon from the bowl it was in.

“and i already told you, i want this to be the best day ever, so don’t worry about a single thing” he reminds you.

you chuckle and walk with him down the sidewalk, both of you eating your ice cream along the way.

you feel a ringing in your head and turn around, seeing just regular people walking about.

“you okay?” casper asks and you nod, turning back to walk with him again.

“is it the tingle?” he whispers and you make a face.

“don’t say tingle. and yes, but there wasn’t anything there” you start. “i mean my webs were being weird yesterday, maybe my senses are going haywire” you suggest and casper shrugs.

“just don’t push yourself” casper warns, both of you speaking in hushed voices.

“i won’t, let’s just talk about something else” you shake your head and casper perks up immediately.

“there’s actually something i’ve been meaning to ask you” he starts, and you gesture for him to keep going.

“it’s about… steven. or is it marc?” he says confused and you hum.

“it’s a long story, but basically they are three different people in one body”

“what?”

“yeah”

casper takes a second to take a bite of his ice cream.

“doesn’t it get confusing knowing who’s who?”

“not really, steven has a british accent, while marc sounds american. and jake has this new york thing going on. he knows spanish” you nod to yourself, casper humming in thought.

“so i’ve met all of them then” he murmurs and you nod.

“wait- so that means moon knight and mr knight are the same guy?” he asks and you shake your head.

“marc is moon knight, and steven is mr knight. jake doesn’t do much for the public to see” you inform him and he nods.

“any more questions?”

“no”

“well, i have one then”

“and what is it?” casper wonders and you bite your lip, wondering if you should go through with it.

“can i get a taste of your ice cream” you start, casper blinking a few times before you continue.

“you don’t have to, it was just-“

“sure” he answers quietly and you quickly pull on his collar, yanking him over to peck his lips before pulling back.

he stops walking to stare at you, who had also stopped and licked your lips.

“good choice” you tell casper, starting to walk again, leaving him to catch up.

but before he could there was a loud bang, and then a few scared yells coming from behind you.

you set your bowl of ice cream on top of a garbage can, then look to casper who was inching towards you slowly, and doing the same with his ice cream.

the source of the loud crash was another car accident, and you saw about a dozen people dressed in identical black suits,  all having giant guns in their hands while pointing them at civilians.

“shit” you mutter, taking casper’s arm and leading him behind a tree.

“stay here, please don’t come out” you plead, looking around the tree to make sure nobody saw you.

casper looked startled, but shook his head.

“is there any way i can help?-“

“you can help by staying here. safe and hidden” you say and he hesitantly nods.

“khonshu, come on in need the suit” you say into thin air, casper being confused and then shocked when a suit envelopes your body, and lastly your face.

you nod at him and run out from behind the tree, right towards the danger.

casper watched, peaking around the tree only in the slightest.

you shot a web out at a light pole, thankful they were working properly again, and swinging so that you could kick a guy in the back, knocking him over as you land on top of a car in your ‘fighting pose’.

the eleven people left turn to you, and open fire, making you flip back and take cover behind the car, then shooting a web out towards one of their faces, then pulling to make them fall to the ground, face first.

two down, ten to go.

you jump out again, doing the same web thing to three more of them, then swinging and kicking two down.

now there were only five left, yet you only saw four.

you figured you would worry later, and take down the four that were there.

they kept open firing at you, one of the bullets skimming your thigh, making you wince and press a hand into it while you shot a web out to the gun to take it, then throwing it back at the persons head to knock them out.

the other three, you reused moves you already did, taking them out in no time.

they were amateurs.

you went to find the last one, when your spidey senses went off.

and in the direction of where casper was too.

you basically sprinted the best you could with the wound you had on your thigh, and when you came to turn around to the tree, there they were.

the last guy, and he had casper in a chokehold, the gun at his temple.

you noticed that the guys sleeves were rolled up, granted having gloves on.

you saw a scale tattoo on his forearm, which made you gasp.

“just come with us and he doesn’t get hurt” he says in a gruff voice, pressing the gun harder into the side of casper’s head.

you take in a shaky breath. “fine. just let him go” you say shakily and capsers eyes widen.

“no-“ he gets shoved away and you keep your fighting stance.

the man points the gun to casper and your eyes widen, and without thinking, you leap out in front of him, your shoulder taking the bullet, and the man gets impaled with a crescent shaped piece of sharp metal, making him fall to the ground.

“oh my god! y/n, please-“ casper crouches down next to you, the mask coming off while your eyes find his.

“please say something!” casper exclaims, you putting a hand up to his shoulder.

“help me up, we have to go” you say hurriedly, casper nodding and doing so.

“you just got shot- oh my god” he murmurs to himself, hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, the non injured on of course.

“yeah, just.. just..” you trail off.

“we’re going to my place, i’ll help you- i- i can help you there” he stammers, and you start to smell a faint scent of salt.

“are you crying?” you ask as you both duck into an alley near his house.

“no but i might” he says honestly. “i just watched you get shot while saving my ass” he tells you, helping you up the fire escape.

he helps you into his unlocked window, thankful nobody is home.

“sit on the bed, i’ll be right back” he tells you, and the suit comes off, revealing your normal clothes again.

where the bullet grazed your thigh was bleeding, and of course your bullet wound was as well.

casper came back and winced at the sight, having a cup of water and washcloths in his hand, along with a single rubber glove.

“is the bullet still in there?” he asks and you nod, flexing your arm and instantly regretting it, as it sent a stinging pain down your arm.

“hey hey hey- just.. just relax i can.. i can fix it” he says shakily and you look at him with glossy eyes. 

“i’m sorry” you say quietly, and casper looks at you like you’re crazy.

“what? why on earth are you sorry?” he says offendedly, putting the glove on and moving to look at the bullet wound closer.

“i ruined our first date” you let out a breath and casper gives you a look.

“you saved me from getting shot, you didn’t ruin anything” caliper starts. “you could never, so don’t think that”

you gasp in pain as casper touches the small hole in your arm lightly, and apologizing before just sticking two of his fingers in it to try and reach the bullet.

you bit your lip to keep yourself from letting out pained groans, and clenching your fists to keep yourself from flinching away.

“i got it” he says, setting the bullet down on his nightstand, and opening it to get the alcohol he now kept in it.

“where did that crescent thing come from?” he asks you, distracting you from thinking about the alcohol soaked towel about to touch over your bullet wound.

“probably marc, that sneaky bitch” you start, casper snorting. “he probably followed us, that’s why my senses were being weird” you realize and groan.

as if on cue, there’s a tap on the window sill, freaking the both of you out, and turning to see marc of course, peaking in with a smile until he sees what’s going on.

“holy shit” he mutters, coming in through the window, while the suit disappeared, taking your face in his hands.

“i didn’t think you actually got shot, are you okay?!” he exclaims and you nod, gently taking his hands off you while caliper continued to clean up the bullet hole in your arm.

marc turns to casper with narrowed eyes. “does he know what he’s doing?” marc asks and casper nods, not taking his eyes off of the almost clean wound.

“i do, i’ve watched many tutorials to prepare for this, sir” he answers and you raise and eyebrow.

“so you’ve been waiting for me to be shot?” you ask cheekily and casper shoots up in surprise.

“nonono- i just-“

he’s cut off by you laughing. “still too easy” you mutter.

marc watched the whole thing with furrowed brows, watching as casper reached for the gauze and bandages, unraveling them and staring to wrap them around your arm.

“y/n” marc suddenly says in a stern voice, making you look to him slowly.

“..yes?”

“not to be ‘me’, but what the hell were you thinking? you should’ve waited for me to-“

“get away from layla?” steven continued in a cheeky tone, making you raise an eyebrow.

“layla forced him to let you handle it. she almost cut him a couple times” steven informs you and you hum while nodding.

“interesting” you say.

“can you.. can you hear them?” casper asks and you nod.

“we think it has something to do with my schizophrenia��� you say and he nods, moving to look at your leg.

the moment he put his hand near your thigh, marc nudged his hand away and gave him a look.

“marc-“

“no, he’s done, i’ll take care of the rest” he mutters, casper taking a breath and handing marc the alcohol and the bandages.

“you’re lucky there’s no bullet in this one, or you’d be in so much trouble right now” marc tells you and you sigh.

“if i may, she saved me so maybe don’t be such a-“

“such a what?” marc cuts off casper and you stare at him, waiting for him to respond to marc.

“such a dick” he mutters and you start laughing.

“he’s right, in a way” you defend, taking casper’s hand in your own.

“watch it” marc points a finger in your face, making you look away.

“thank you” you say to casper, him nodding and rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

“anytime”

marc finished wrapping the bandage around your leg, and now that you were safe and not bleeding out, marc left the room to find a sink to wash his hands at, leaving you and casper.

“are you okay?” you ask him quietly and he stays silent.

“i didn’t mean to bring you into this- i- you must have been terrified- you had a gun to your head” you stutter and casper gives you a small smile to calm you.

“it was terrifying” he starts and you hold your breath. “but i knew you’d never let me get hurt. you’re the bravest person i’ve ever met” he says to you and you purse your lips, smiling back.

“i owe you ice cream” you chuckle, feeling both of you leaning closer to each other.

it wasn’t as slow as last time, this time knowing both of you wanted this.

you bring your non injured arm up and holding casper’s cheek in your hand, his moving up to your back to hold you close to him.

you were the one who finally closed the gap, your lips molding together like they were meant for each other.

you each separated to take a quick breath before moving even closer to deepen the kiss.

you ended up bringing your other arm up to wrap around him as well, his other hand brushing against your cheek.

your eyebrows furrowed, pressing your lips against his with more pressure than before, and then was when you felt his tongue poke at your bottom lip.

you were about to let it go further when you heard someone clear their throat from the outside of casper’s room, making you both jump apart.

it was steven, and you could tell by the way he was standing, and the way he was smiling at the both of you.

“how.. how long were you standing there..?” you ask him quietly.

“just a second, don’t worry” he answers and you sigh, casper avoiding looking at anyone.

you sit there awkwardly as well until steven- thank god- changes the subject.

“did you solve this?” steven asks casper, picking up the solved rubix cube off his desk.

casper shakes his head. “no, my sister did” he answers, the tense atmosphere fading away.

“are i’ve been practicing on this one though” casper continues, picking his other one up off his nightstand, right next to where a bloody bullet was.

“hm” steven hums, and you make a face, wondering what was going on in his head.

you get an idea all of a sudden, squeezing casper’s hand that was still in yours.

“you guys should have a competition, like who can solve a rubix cube the fastest” you offer, and both steven and casper chuckle.

“if you insist” steven says, handing you the solved rubix cube so that you could fairly mess it up so that the competition was fair.

you hand it back after turning and twisting in in every way you can, and looking between the two of them, casper slowly taking his hand out of yours after squeezing it one last time.

they both count down, sounding like nerds but effectively making you smile at the two, and then they both started to solve the colorful cubes.

~~~

it took half an hour until casper beat steven. not by a lot thought, because steven solved it five minuted after casper.

they called it a good game, and now casper was talking about how he’s never beat his sister in solving it.

which wasn’t surprising since allison absolutely killed those rubix cubes.

you didn’t know how she did it, but it’s impressive nonetheless.

you were glad steven and casper could meet officially and become ‘acquaintances’, dare you say ‘friend’.

they are both total nerds.

but you love your nerds.

love? well- you love steven because he’s basically your dad- but do you love casper?

you like him for sure, but you don’t think you’d say you loved him yet.

you needed more time.

this was only your first date after all- well before you got shot.

“arachnid strikes again” casper says out loud, reading a news article on his phone to you and steven.

“londons new spider hero, arachnid, takes down twelve armed men at noon today” he says and you smile.

“thanks to her, no casualties were reported and the twelve criminals were properly arrested” he finishes, turning his phone off and smiles at you.

“i told you you’d be a good hero” you hear jakes voice, turning to see that he was now fronting.

“thank you jake” you respond, and casper tilts his head.

“you were the one that named one of your cats, right? y/n told me you really like them” casper sparks conversation and jake raises an eyebrow.

“si” he says quickly and casper just smiles.

“he’s a cat mom” you tell casper and jake scoffs.

“she looked like a luna, so i named her luna” he says sternly and you nod.

“and it was.. marc? who named the other one?” casper asks and you nod.

“yeah, so we have luna and pedro” you snort, casper smiling.

“i could see that” he nods and you shake your head.

“see? pedro is a good name for our cat” marc says, granted casper can’t hear him.

“marc is happy you like it” you murmur, casper chuckling at your annoyed expression.

“well, i’m glad” he responds.

it was all light conversations from there on out.

marc and jake did end up talking to casper, and even admitted he wasn’t as bad as they thought.

you were all ‘i told you so’ this and ‘i told you so’ that.

they were all just happy that you had a good time overall with him.

and that you even had him in the first place.

when you had all first met, it was before casper.

you expressed- when you were comfortable- that you wished for anybody to just walk up and say ‘hey let’s be friends’ and that’s exactly what happened.

marc was skeptical, but got over it.

jake wasn’t around yet exactly, but back then if he could’ve given you a hug he would’ve.

they just want you to have the time of your life while you’re still young.

they didn’t have the best childhood, well, marc didn’t, and he was the most wanting you to do anything and everything you want.

except kissing people on the mouth.

he almost died of a heart attack is steven hadn’t fronted when you two were lip locked when he walked in.

it was sadly time to go, out the window of course and down the fire escape.

marc was fronting again, watching you as you said your hushed goodbyes with a worried casper.

“are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asks and you nod.

“i’ll see you, okay?” he nods at you and you smile, darting your eyes to marc for a second before taking casper’s jaw in your hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

he was surprised you would do this in front of marc, considering he threw a fit about it the last time.

marc decided to make fake gagging noises which made you separate from casper and glare at him.

“can you not?”

“can you not?”

you stick your tongue out at marc and turn back to casper for a second to wave and start your venture down the fire escape, leaving him with his thoughts.

and after you two left, casper totally didn’t do the thing where he shoved his face in his pillow while listening to live songs by himself.

he totally didn’t do that.

and neither did you.

you totally weren’t whipped for each other.

totally not.

according to marc, you weren’t.

to steven you were, and to jake, well- he was the silent observer.

and they totally didn’t tease you about it all night until you brought up the fact that marc and layla totally didn’t bone on the couch.

totally.

when all the chaos ended, marc debated calling layla over and telling you the news about something they had been talking about.

he ended up chickening out.

he couldn’t do it, not yet.

not until he was sure you’d say yes.

steven and jake knew you would, but decided to have marc ask you since he was the one you physically could say four simple words.

four simple words that he rehearsed in his head over and over.

patience is what steven and jake had.

and patience is all marc needed.

~~~

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[moonlightdarlings]

empty walls | gunwook

a/n: i'm kinda in a sad mood, so here's heartbroken gunwook. 😭 this is based on real events in my love life that made me cry for days. dw i made this one end better than the real version!! btw i'm not sure this is that good but i have to practice writing lmao

warnings: not proofread, slight angst, lowercase intended

tonight was your 1st anniversary with gunwook. you prepared a special dinner at a fancy restaurant for the both of you, and a cute letter for him. you were so in love with gunwook, and sometimes you'd joke about how you're soulmates.

"gunwook-ah, are you ready for dinner?" you called from downstairs, adjusting your curled hair so it sits nicely on your shoulders.

"yeah! i'll be right there." gunwook happily replied, rushing down the stairs to see you. his eyes widened at how stunning you looked in dark green. "you look beautiful," he whispers in your ear, before kissing your cheek and grabbing your purse.

----

for a night that started so well, you were starting to get disappointed with gunwook's attitude. every other dinner, he would be smiling at you and very unwilling to take his eyes off you. tonight, however, he was still smiling, but there was something else. sadness? longing? you couldn't quite place it.

"gunwook? what's wrong?" you ask worriedly. his eyes shift towards his phone, then to you, back to his phone.

"y/n, i have to say something." he starts, "i don't think you put a lot of effort into our relationship."

you scoff, thinking about how ridiculous it sounds since you plan all of the dates and you write a lot of love letters to him.

"oh." your words betray you as you wanted to ask if the love letters meant anything. you felt hurt by his words, confused because you thought you were a good s/o. you were his soulmate. his other half. you were supposed to go through thick and thin together.

"i don't feel any happiness or butterflies when i see you anymore."

your heart breaks into a million tiny pieces. tears threatening to fall. how could he say that? your relationship began like a fairytale and ended like a nightmare. you stare him in the eyes, "let's break up. tell me that you never loved me. take back all the loving words you said."

"okay." gunwook says, not a hint of sadness or regret. how could he be so okay? you were each other's first loves. high school sweethearts.

you stand up, not wanting to look gunwook in the eyes. a part of you wanted to run and fix it all, but another part of you knew it was already over. you wanted to scream at the world because how can the love of your life be okay? you wanted him to fight for your relationship, but he didn't. you cried remembering all the dates you went on and the smiles you shared. was it worth it all? he knew your deepest secrets and promised to be with you forever? was it all a lie?when he said you were perfect and told you he was going to propose in a few years, was that all just words? when he wished upon the stars that you'd be his always, were those just words again?

----

gunwook wished he hadn't said that, especially on such an important day. he lost you, and he knew that you weren't coming back. if he got a chance to do it all over, he'd swear to love you properly this time. he lied about you not bringing happiness. every time you post on Instagram, he sees your smile and feels that familiar warmth you used to greet him with. his friends yelled at him for saying such words to you because even they knew that you were an angel. all you ever did to gunwook was treat him with love and understanding.

it was just right person, wrong time.

[russellsppttemplates]

heyy girl!! i hope youre okay! ive seen so much tiktoks about pregnant women crying over silly stuff because of the pregnancy hormones. it give me an idea about george and his pregnant gf/wife crying bc he needs to travel for races or because she cant eat her fav sandwich from a starbucks. george would make fun of her but then he would see her pout and feel bad about laughing. ive wrote it kinda messy, but i hope you understand what i mean😭

have a great day/night xx

Tw: pregnancy

"Darling, have you seen my shorts?", your husband asked while you tidied some sheets away and tucked them into the drawer where they belonged, "it's raining, George, why do you need them?", you asked nonchalantly, "to bring to the race", and it hit you. Before you noticed it, tears were falling down your face as you tried your best to wipe them, "hey, hey, you're okay, darling, what's the matter?", your husband said once he heard you, "you're leaving tomorrow, because you're going to the race", you explained between some hiccups, "I am, I told you last week that I'd be travelling with the team", he tried his best to figure out what was going on, "I know you did, I think I forgot about it for a while and now I remembered it again", you said as you wiped the tears with the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing, "and here I am crying my eyes out", you giggled and George seemed to finally calm down, "it's the hormones, isn't it?", he teased, "yes, and I am a mess. Cara called me today and our nephew said he missed me, so I sat in our bed and cried for a bit before I got up to make lunch", you slightly mocked yourself too, opening your arms so George could give you a cuddle.

.

"I was in a rush last night making all of these, but they all turned out okay, I think", George's mother, Alison, said as she set a cake in the table, "they all look incredible, mum", your husband complimented as everyone grabbed their plate to pick which dessert they fancied, "Sorry I couldn't make the lime cheesecake, dear", Alison said, "the limes in the shop didn't look that good and I ran out of time also". And that's how it began again, tears flowing as your nephew noticed, "aunt Y/N, are you feeling okay?", he said as he put his hand on your arm, "I'm fine, don't worry", you said in between tears as you felt everyone's eyes on you, "I was just really hoping for the cheesecake, but it's fine, don't worry", you comforted him before looking at George, who was softly rubbing your back while chuckling, "baby has a very sweet tooth, okay?", you pouted as Alison apologised, "it's been like this, and I don't want to sound spoiled or anything, it really doesn't bother me, but now I cry at everything really. George didn't have the polo I really like to see him on when we got in the car and I had to pout my way out of my misery", you explained while everyone chuckled too.

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[bettyweir]

Betty Weir

Chapters 1-2

Can Betty keep up with her new life of cheerleading, cross-dressing, pizza delivering and vampire hunting?

Word Count: 1.9k

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Chapter 1.

Benny stops dead in his tracks, staring at the freshly pinned poster, reading “Cheer Tryouts, Tuesday after school!”

Vivid memories flood back to when he dressed up with Ethan as Betty and Veronica. Ethan never wanted to pick up a pom pom again after facing down Stephanie but Benny? Benny could only linger in the feelings of having so much fun as a cheerleader.

He quickly rips the poster off the bulletin board, a couple people eye him.

“Ha, cheerleaders are so stupid right. Ahah.” he crumples it up trying to act like he doesn’t care and catches up with Ethan.

–Later that night–

Benny is sitting alone at Ethan’s house. Ethan’s fast asleep in bed behind him. He’s copying over E’s homework. He gets distracted midway though the Media Studies questions, as he often does, and thinks about that poster…

He digs through his messy backpack and pulls it out. Stating the same simple message as It did last time.

Cheer tryouts, tomorrow. After school.

He gets up and starts going though Ethan’s closet.

It’s endless, messy and kinda gross.

Ethan would always shove his unorganized shit into this closet, so looking for anything was pretty hopeless but he was determined. After a solid hour of digging he finally stumbled upon the three holy items.

A red and black sleeveless top with the White Chappel logo stitched on it, a short simple red skirt and a long golden locked wig, slightly crumpled with two red bows on either side.

Benny squeezes the items tight, inhaling the stale closet air with glee.

He folds and softly places the items in his satchel underneath his books, he sits back in his chair and spins around. He stops and excitedly scribbles down the rest of the notes.

Chapter 2.

–After School– Benny stands in the bathroom, legs trembling. Oh, this is so stupid, what am I doing!? I should be home playing video games with Ethan, or something. Anything other then this. Oh, fucking christ.

Despite his anxious thoughts, he continues changing into his old cheerleading uniform. Once he's done, he takes a deep breath. His hand hovers over the stall door as he hesitates to open it. With an exhale, he pushes though and looks in the mirror. After making sure none of his short brown hair is sticking out, he rushes out of the men's bathroom.

He prays to god that no one saw him.

He quickly arrives at the gym hall. The bleachers are filled with preppy girls chatting and sitting around, waiting for their turn. He places himself down at the first row, holding onto grandma’s magical pompoms for good luck.

“Hi!” A cheery blonde walks up to him, “Please make sure you sign in before waiting!”

She hands him a clipboard filled with flowery, delicate names written in fancy cursive. Three spaces remain at the bottom asking to fill in a first and last name.

Benny shakily signs “Betty Weir” in the best cursive she could manage.

“Thank you buh-” she looks closer at the chicken scratches, “Betty!”

She walks away with a hop in her step, moving on to greet the new students walking in.

And Betty’s more than relieved.

Getting comfortable and with not much else to do, he watches one after another of girls doing backflips, somersaults and jumping jacks.

Oh god, he really missed doing—or at least, attempting—those tricks. He ruffles his pom poms and cheers like the other girls in the bleachers after each girl finishes their routine, trying to fit in.

Sadly his efforts weren't enough. He hears snickering behind him. He tries not to eavesdrop, but the fragments he can pick up made his stomach turn.

"Who is that?" A voice whispers.

"I don't know, but look at her hairy legs, oh my god."

"Total lesbo..." they laugh.

Betty freezes. How dare they? Why did I do this? I'm so fucking stupid, I didn't even shave my legs. I wanna go home. What am I doing here. I should just leave.

She feels tears welling up in her eyes. But before her train of thought can go any further off track, she hears a loud hiss behind her.

"What's your fucking problem?" A familiar voice yells, "She hasn't done anything! Leave her alone!"

Betty turns to see Erica, of all people, stomping down the bleachers to her.

"Hey, Is this seat taken?" she asks.

"Uhm..." Betty tries to speak in the highest octave she can, "No, go ahead!"

"Don't listen to those cunts," she sneers, "they're just jealous of us natural blondes."

"Ahah, right..."

"You seem familiar..." Erica looks at Betty, "You cheered for awhile last year, right?"

"Oh, yeah. Ahah." Betty nervously laughs, shying away from Erica's stares.

"OMG what happened? Why did you leave?"

"Well, you know, a head cheerleader being an evil witch is kinda off putting."

Erica clicks her tongue, "Damn, can't blame you for that. But don't worry, she's dealt with now."

"Yeah," Betty sighs, remembering the reason she has to pack her own lunches now, "Wonder what happened to her."

An ear piercing whistle interrupts their conversation.

"Erica Jones!" a teacher shouts.

"Oh, that's me," She stands up and tightens her pony tail, "I'll be right back."

"Good luck." Betty smiles.

Erica does amazingly, flipping and flying though the air. She lands all her stunts perfectly. She does have vampirism on her side, but even then, she has to be practicing religiously to do a triple backflip one handed. She's definitely getting in.

When she finishes, Betty is too timid to cheer. She quietly ruffles her pompoms as Erica sits back down next to her.

"Awe, no cheering?" She teases, "Was I that bad?"

"OMG, no! No, you were flipping amazing!" she gushes, pun completely intended.

"Awe, thank you," she blushes, "Have you gone yet?"

"Ah, no. W last name, takes forever."

"Ahh, best for last I guess." she elbows Betty, "So, what IS your name?"

"Oh, aha. Betty."

"Betty, huh?" Erica smirks, "Guessing your parents liked Archie?"

"Who's Archie?"

"Like, the comics."

"Oh, haha," Betty twirls her hair between her fingers, "I don't read comics or anything nerdy like that."

"Don't worry, I don't either."

Their lies brings the conversation to an uncomfortable halt. They shuffle in their seats, and look at their phones in silence. After a few names and whistle blows, Betty finally hears her name called.

"Betty Ware?" the teacher shouts.

"Oh, haha, that's me!" Betty fumbles to her feet, grabbing her lucky pompoms, and runs to the teachers side. She thought of correcting her name pronunciation, but, it's probably for the best if she keeps quiet.

"Alright, missy! Ready position!"

Betty puts her hands to her hips.

"Hand clap!"

She claps her hands together in a firm clasp.

"T motion!"

She sticks her arms out in a T, trying not to feel like a broken 3D model.

"Broken T!"

She puts her fists into her chest, keeping her arms out.

"Touchdown!"

She raises her hands way above her head.

"V motion!"

She spreads her arms apart, ruffling her pompoms.

"10 Jumping Jacks!"

She drops her pompoms down and quickly does 10 jumping jacks.

The teacher looks down at her clipboard.

"Freshman?" she asks.

"Uh, Junior this year." Betty squeaks.

"Thank you," she scribbles something down on her paper, "You can have a seat."

Betty gives her a quick curtsy and picks up her pompoms, running back to a cheering Erica.

"Ahah, stop!" Betty blushes, as she sits down next to her.

"Why? You were great!" Erica beams.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Your form was awesome, and you had a great smile!"

Betty tries not to blush, "Glad my midnight practices paid off..."

--Cut to Benny in his room.--

He's quietly murmuring a cheer while dancing around his messy floor.

"Boom! Did a bomb just go off in my head?" She puts a hand to her ear.

"No!" She stands on her bed, punching at the air. "It's the devils when we beat you black and red!"

"Calla' nurse calla' doctor" She shouts, jumping up and down.

He hears knocking on his door.

"Benny," his grandma's muffled voice came though the door, "Can you please keep it down?"

"Yeah, okay." he replies with a voice crack.

--Cuts back--

"OMG! I'll have to practice with you some time then."

"Haha, um, maybe."

A whistle blows.

"Alright girls, I've seen some great performances today." The tall, lengthy teacher announces. "Results will be up by tomorrow next to the gym doors."

The small crowd of wannabe cheer leaders stare at her with anticipation.

"You're dismissed."

The girls quickly rush down the bleachers and out the gym doors, but Erica stays comfortably next to Betty, obviously having something on her mind.

The rude two brunettes finally make it down from the back row of bleachers they were sitting on.

Erica growls at them and gets up from her seat.

"It was nice talking to you Betty," she says, gathering up her things, "I'll see you at school?"

"No!" Betty clams up, "Oh, no, I don't go to uh. School."

"What?"

"Home school. I'm Home schooled." Betty gives a large cheeky smile.

"Huh." Erica pulls her purse over her shoulder, charms clacking together, "Well, then, could we exchange numbers?"

Betty makes a shocked face.

Erica—A Girl—Willingly giving me her number?

"Sure... why not..."

Erica whips out her phone, covered from lock screen to phone case with Dusk's Jakeward smoldering into the camera. Betty swipes though and starts putting in her phone number.

"Here, gimme your phone!" Erica says, tapping her foot impatiently.

Betty takes out her phone in her bumpy green case and cringes. This isn't too much of a Boy Phone case is it?

Erica doesn't seem to mind, since she quickly punches in her digits.

"I'd love to chat more but..." Erica looks out the gym doors, in the direction the brunettes went, "I gotta go get something to eat... Text me!"

"Ahah, of course," Betty nervously tugs at her blonde hair, "See you later!"

And just like that, she's alone in the gymnasium.

She heads to the bathroom, checking both ways to make sure the coast was clear, and walks in. She gives herself one last good look in the mirror before she closes the stall door behind her.

Her eyes wander to different spots of the stall as she changes. Markings left by her peers read; "I was here" next to 20 tally marks, A few crudely drawn penises and someone's bandcamp link written in sharpie.

She takes out her baggy blue jeans, looks down at her unshaven legs, and sighs.

Guess I'll get to use a razor for real this time. She thinks to herself, scratching her hairless cheek.

A part of her never wants to put these pants on again. Just live out of her perfect uniform, but she has a grandma to return to and dinner to eat. So before she knows it, she's back to being plain old Benny.

As she stuffs her uniform away, his phone vibrates multiple times.

He slings his satchel over his shoulder and heads out of the school. As he clicks together the straps of his blue bike helmet, he checks his phone to read the messages.

From Erica: heyyy betty its erica! had a talk with those girls who were super rude 2 ya dw about them bothering u EVER again ;)

Something tells Benny that she did a lot more with her and her fangs then just talk...

Thanks for reading! Happy International Womens day~

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

What would WuKong’s parents even look like??

Since they are all basically things that shouldn't have a physical form other than the thing they literally are, my brain said "mhm....lesbians."

So fuck that fact I'm imagining them as humans.

So! we have earth, heaven, sun and moon.

I imagine earth being some kind of elf-human, in looks of course, she's still the whole fuckin earth (imagine all of them having this kind of solid hologram to interact with people.), But i imagine her having this elf-human looks. With pretty long hair and actually kinda messy? Clean, but messy.

her clothes are probably hand made with nature things like dead animal skin, leaves, moss, anything really.

i do imagine her being the energetic mom actually, that one mom that always matches her son's energy.

She argues a lot with heaven.

Heaven instead, looks like some kind of a spirit?? i don't know she always floats in a mini cloud.

she kind of has around little clouds floating around her, when she needs to walk the clouds form together a bigger one. (Like wukong one.)

she got one of those super fancy white dresses like if she is getting married, she just wants to be fancy.

she's not as energetic as earth, she's more of the kind of woman to focus on work. Especially with the whole "heaven hates sun wukong" thingy.

she's also always in a rush somehow (to make a reference to the fact that heaven makes time go faster in there.)

Sun? sun is more of the shy-kind of type? I didn't wanna put sportsy or anything since that is kind of basic, so i made her shy! Still a hotheaded and stubborn woman, but she's shy.

You know how hair go all funky and cool when they are under water? Okay. Her hair are constantly like that but they are made out of fire because it's cool af 💪💪💪

Her clothes are not exactly something she can expose her body too much with, she's literally made out of fire, so her clothes are more of the baggy/covering type. Imagine her wearing those super warm clothes people wear in cold places. it's because she's really hot. Literally.

Moon? She's the sportsy one. And she's the extrovert one too unlike sun.

she's the one who wears things you usually wear in summer, such as shorts. Or t-shirts. Just the casual type she's not that fancy like.

she's also someone who could match wukong energy, and unlike earth, she doesn't argue with anyone she's just a lovebird for sun.

Mhm poly lesbians.

moon tends to be rather clusmy so that her hologram of hers always comes a bit broken. But that's fine. It never completely brokes.

she's actually always sleepy whenever it's day, and she's full of energy when it's night.

Same goes for sun but viceversa. They can't be both active at the same time. But they find some time to spend time together and with their son of they can.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw for mentions of sa and rape

How do you deal with nightmares around your trauma? Usually I didn't have many nightmares about my trauma or my abuser who caused it but lately I've been having them almost every night and it's kinda horrifying, it's stuff where it's like normal but I'm always on edge around him and he's threatened me saying he could rape me and other things I forget most of it after waking up but its still bad enough and then I'm always tired no matter how much I sleep and I don't want to sleep

Hi anon,

First of all please know you're not alone. This is something I've been struggling with for a long time. There are a lot of different potential reasons why you may be dealing with this.

Personally one of my problems was that I found these dreams highly important or significant to me. Every time my abuser popped up, I had to write it down and document it when I woke up. It created a vicious cycle where giving it that much space only enabled it to take up more space.

So when I stopped recording dreams with my abuser in it (only just recently) it completely shifted my dreams. My abuser would still pop up now and then but we would just coexist and it would overall be a good dream. It's not easy at all but I think it's about being able to reclaim power over your sleep and dreams, and realize that, in your mind, you can get to say how little he can hurt you.

If you have a psychiatrist, you may want to speak with them about beta blockers. I was prescribed beta blockers (Minipress) for PTSD nightmares, and while they didn't help me, everyone is different. Beta blockers essentially lower your blood pressure that may be spiking before or during sleep, which could be exacerbating the distressing contents of your dreams.

A lot of times we can't choose whether or not we dream about our abuser. But it could help to try and intentionally think about pleasant things as you drift off. My strategy is to just focus on world-building. So let's say I want to imagine going on vacation to a place I've always wanted to visit. I'd imagine looking online for hotels, finding ones with different kinds of hot tubs, maybe a water park, a high class hotel room, maybe imagine the cool food, drinks, amenities, and maybe some things to do in the area.

Go as specific as possible, like imagine they have your favorite food prepared exactly how you like it and imagine the person serving it to you and the super fancy restaurant you're in, and such. Try to ground yourself in this world by imagining the different things you can see, smell, hear, taste, etc, and soon you'll be asleep and hopefully immersing yourself in this world.

I think ultimately it's just about your point in recovery. I've been recovering for almost 8 years and still have work to do but I consider myself mostly healed so this might be something for a later stage. It makes sense if you still feel deeply traumatized by your abuser. While the symptoms can definitely be distressing, there is no rush to heal. At the same time, it's important to address this because for some survivors this can progress into somniphobia (fear of sleep), which can take a huge toll on your health. This article explains this further.

You deserve a restful sleep. Your abuser doesn't deserve to live rent free in your dreams.

If anyone else has any suggestions or comments, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun