#someone kick my butt into gear

[dreamingpartone]

Hey! I adore your art, it makes me smile so much ✨✨ I was wondering, do you take commissions?

hey!! thank you so much (○´◡`○)✨

and I haven’t officially opened them but I do take commissions, yes! you can find all my current info about it here, which is hopefully helpful, but if you’ve got any other questions just lmk~

#anonymous #ask #art asks #i have got to do something about advertising commissions orz #i've just been waiting for that nebulous Right Time but…u know how that goes… #anyway every time someone asks it is slowly kicking my butt into gear so thank u anon <3

[eiikyuu]

realizing i have 2 google docs of info/headcanons for yori that have been sitting around gathering dust that i've never posted

#one doc is a main info/headcanon dump #and the other is one big mess about her uni/journalism era #and like someone kick my butt into gear #ooc #i need to actually post these someday

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part ten —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 2.3k tags: death. blood. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: this chapter kicked my butt. thanks for the patience~

An ear-splitting gunshot bites the ground near your boot, close enough to feel the heat simmer through the worn leather. It takes everything in you not to freeze in terror. You grab Blue and run. 

Adrenaline kicks into high gear once again, but with her dead weight and your lack of strength, you know you can't get far. You manage to tumble behind a stack of rusted bins just as another round fires. 

Blue clings to you. "He's following us!"

Your heart sinks as your fingers reach for your bow— you left it.

"Give me your gun," you sputter quickly.

She shoves the unfamiliar weapon in your hands. A tremble consumes your body as you peek over the barrel to find your target. For a second, you see your attacker as he passes by one of the jeeps. A young man no older than yourself. 

Without hesitation, you close an eye and go for his heart, but the bullet grazes the top of his shoulder with a spray of blood. Used to a bow, you aimed too high.

He barks out a swear and then lifts his rifle in retaliation. Before he can shoot, a Grey bursts through the window of the jeep, clamping down on his neck. His throat turns to gore. The gun falls from his grip as screams of pain quickly turn to muffled groans.

Relief and horror pound through your veins. That was close. Too close. You have to get Blue out of here. But how—

There is no chance to decide. Suddenly, she screams again. You whip around to meet the slash of a long knife and the flush of cold air as your coat is torn. Someone has snuck up behind you. You fumble with the gun but the attacker knocks it out of your hand, then fists your hair hard enough to make your scalp burn. It happens so fast. You can't even get a good look at him— only the wild stare of his eyes and the strength of his stature. Whoever these people are, they are certainly better fed than that man in the woods.

You thrash against him, hurling saliva at his face. Apparently, he didn't expect that because he hisses, "Fuck."

You use the distraction to grab your own knife, the only weapon on you, and blindly drive it into the taut muscle of his thigh. He howls, letting go of your hair, and you slip away just enough to dodge the next swipe of his blade.

The fight is short-lived. You've grown stronger, but not enough to fight a man. He is skilled and bulky. Your attempts to hit him are futile. His knife catches you in the forehead, sending a curtain of blood down your face, and he grabs hold of your hair once again.

"Gonna cut your throat first," he murmurs, low and gravelly. "Then your little lamb's."

He will kill you. Then her. You can't let him. You won't. Something animalistic takes hold of you. You do the only thing left you can think of— bite. Hard. The sickening taste of human flesh and hot blood fills your mouth as you rip out a chunk of his nose.

"You bitch!" 

He clutches his oozing face. Blue shouts at you, her finger jutting toward something— the Grey. Done with its first meal, it draws toward the scent of fresh blood. Before your attacker can recover, you throw all your weight at him, which isn't much, but it is enough to make him lose his footing and veer into the Grey's path. It grabs hold and sinks another bite into his face.

Suddenly, two more gunshots ring out. One to the Grey's head, and the other through the man's eye. Both bodies flop dead to the ground. Before you can panic, a wild-eyed Ghost returns in long strides. 

"Blue!" he bellows. 

"Dad!" she yells back.

He heads straight for her, quickly dipping down to check her bandaged leg and search for any other wounds. Fear has forced her eyes to stay open, her body stiff and alert. There is a wet stain at the crotch of her jeans. 

"They tried to kill us," she cries.

“I'm here, baby. I won't leave you again.”

You wipe the blood off your face and glance around, panting so hard your lungs hurt. The air reeks of carnage and gunpowder, but the firing has ceased. 

"They attacked us," you speak in a raw shout. “Two of them. Did you— Are the rest gone?"

He nods. "Could be more nearby. Let's get out of here before we find out."

He slings the rifle over his shoulder and scoops up Blue without an ounce of the effort it took for you to do so. 

He moves fast. Retrieving your bow, you push hard to keep up with him. 

Twilight tints the sky purple. You make it past the fence and zig-zag through the medical tents when movement catches your eye again.

"Ghost, to the right!" you scream.

You knock an arrow onto the string, aiming for the distant figure. But the movement multiplies, more shadows lurking towards you with uneven gaits. Not people. Greys. The realization forms a pit in your stomach.

"They can fucking smell us," you choke out. 

"Hit the faster ones!"

Arrow after arrow, you aim for the ones that move with the stamina of a more recently infected. To your right. To your left. Ghost carries Blue with one arm and shoots with his handgun. More and more crawl out like cockroaches, no doubt catching a whiff of the blood that stains all three of you. 

Two built like linebackers run wildly up to Ghost from either direction. He shoots one, while the other grabs him by the shoulder. You launch an arrow at its skull, your aim more precise now that you're not shooting bullets, and it lets go of him with a squeal. 

When the trees grow thicker, it becomes harder to see them. Despair pushes a cry up your throat when you slap a hand back to your quiver and feel two arrows left. 

A slippery mix of mud and leaves suddenly takes you down to the ground, your knees landing on a hard tree root. You swear under your breath, fumbling to get back up, when a Grey you hadn't noticed behind you lunges on top, slamming you back down. Pain shoots through your ribs as you frantically roll around, thrusting a forearm against its throat to avoid its opened mouth and kicking your knees into its chest. Then, a fiery bullet lodges into its forehead, the Grey going limp on top of you with a splatter of brains and coagulated fluid. 

"Get up, Twix!" Ghost barks. 

You shove the body off and scramble to your feet, legs feeling like jelly, but you force them to keep running. 

You whip a brief look behind you. 

"There's too many— I'm almost out of arrows!" 

"The river," Ghost throws over his shoulder. "Those fucks can't swim."

You realize his idea when the roar of water greets your ears. Ghost doesn't hesitate to sprint onto the rusty rebar, slipping his gun away to hold Blue with both arms. 

You follow behind, forcing your eyes on the bank ahead as you slow down to keep balance. All you have to do is get across and the river will take care of the rest. Heartbeats pound in your skull, each step requiring an unfathomable amount of focus that you struggle to muster. You're about halfway there when you hear the splash of Greys falling in, and a brief glance below causes your footing to falter. 

This time you fail to grab the beam.

Cold water envelops you like a million needles.

A mouthful of water burns down your throat, and for a moment, you can't move. Can't breathe. Everything spins around you. It's not until your feet collide with something hard - the bottom of the riverbed - that your brain registers what's happening and you kick out to propel yourself up. 

You break the surface for a gulp of air before the current pulls your head back under. Your arms flail around in search of something to grab. Just when you latch onto what feels like a log, a hand seizes your ankle with a hungered screech. You slam your foot back, over and over, more water filling your mouth as you struggle to kick the Grey and hold on at the same time.

Finally, the rotten skull caves in and the current sucks it away. With your leg freed, you haul yourself up the log toward the edge of the river. You begin climbing up the cliffside, using the twisted roots as footholds, your hands digging into caked soil. You're almost to the top, but you feel numb and weak. So weak. You can't find anything else to grab. The wet sole of your boot begins to slip.

"Grab on!"

A gloved hand stretches down. Ghost is crouched above, Blue now on his back so can he lean over. You grip his hand and he pulls you up, until you collapse on the ground, wet and shivering. 

You cough up water and bile. 

"Bloody fucking hell.” 

It's been a while since you've thought about dying. You've made it this far, instinct always taking the reins and pushing you onward. But now, as the reality of the cold, wet clothes clinging to you sets in, you consider asking Ghost to just shoot you. It would be quicker than freezing to death, and a much better fate than drowning or turning Grey. At least you know Blue will be safe now.

Before you can form the words, you hear the shuffling of fabric. A jacket, a beanie. Set on the ground beside you.

"Take off your clothes. Put these on."

The rest turns into a dream. You don't remember putting the clothes on, or standing up and moving your heavy limbs. You don't remember getting to the hunter's cabin, but the next thing you know, you are curled up on the floorboards beside a small fire, inhaling the musky smell of Ghost's oversized jacket, with the blanket you brought tucked around your bare legs. You don't feel cold anymore. Your head pounds. You can hear the steady rhythm of your heart, slow but present. Behind you somewhere, Ghost tends to Blue. You know this because you hear him whisper to her as her sobs are muffled by biting onto a shirt. Amelia, Amelia, he says to her. A name you've never heard before. He must be cleaning the wound, the pain of it causing her to thrash and kick. Then, the sounds fade, and you know she is asleep. 

When your eyes finally tear away from the flames, you spot Ghost hunched over, lifting up his shirt. Dark blood and ink stain pale skin. 

"You were shot?" 

His eyes snap up. He regards you for a moment, and it is now you notice that most of the white of his mask has been stained with red from his kills. 

"Knife," he says.

You don't know why you offer, or why he silently accepts. Somehow you end up knelt beside him, your cracked fingertips cleaning the puncture wound in his torso without a single word exchanged. It's not deep enough to need stitches. You clear the blood and dab on antiseptic. The only sign he feels any pain is the flex of corded muscles beneath your touch and the occasional sharp inhale through the mask. His skin is oddly warm, a temperature that does some to ease the tension in your muscles.

When you're done, you roll the shirt back down. He doesn't say thank you, not that you expected him to. 

You break the silence with a voice that barely hovers above a whisper. "You could've let me freeze."

His brows lower. "You could've let them kill her."

"I would never do that." When he doesn't respond, you glance at her sleeping form. "She's okay?"

"Just a graze," he confirms.

"She lost quite a bit of blood. She might need a few days to rest."

Your gaze shifts back to his. You quietly add, "Did you recognize them? Were they a part of the military?" 

"Maybe. Their gear was. Didn't know them, though."

"Why did they try to kill us?"

He gives you a look. Of course. He tried to kill you for the same reason once.

"They have a camp nearby," you murmur the answer, more to yourself than to him. "Something to protect."

He gives a slow nod, then moves to grab his rifle and a hoodie to slip on in place of the thick SAS jacket he lent you. As he moves to the door, you realize what he plans to do. Keep watch.

You slip the beanie off and run your fingers over the cut on your brow when he says something just before leaving.

"For someone who once asked me to kill them, you fight hard to survive, Twix."

You don't know what to say. Just hours ago, you almost asked him to kill you again.

There's a beat of silence and then, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Do you fight so hard."

A breath sticks in your throat, and you stare at the floor. You're not sure why he is asking this, or why the answer is so hard to give.

"I... I don't know."

With that, he leaves. You watch the fire turn to dark embers. The faded adrenaline has left you with a fatigue you have grown familiar with. If you weren't so tired, maybe you would still be scared, your mind filled with fresh memories of gore and death and screaming. But you fall asleep quickly, scooting beside Blue and sinking into the warmth of his jacket. 

#simon riley x reader #ghost #zombie apocolypse au #simon ghost riley x reader #fanfiction #cod #cod mw2

[earthnashes]

We interrupt this artposting program to bring you the super rare progress photos of ya homey. :)

Generally I don’t like posting photos of myself, partly cuz I just don’t wanna (not the best selfie taker, what can I say) and partly cuz this blog is almost entirely my artstuff, but since I do wanna talk about my weightlifting journey sometimes I figured I’d make an exception every now and then. ;w;

More detail under the cut, but for the TL;DRs:

Fitness goal anniversary celebration. 2 years + some change in the making. Initial goals: fatloss, strengthbuilding, repair relationship with food

RED TOP PHOTOS: 220-ish lbs, 33-36% BMI, 2021

PINK AND BACK PHOTOS: 175lbs, 27-28% BMI, 2023

Current notes: Overall healthier and happier in my own body. Food relationship vastly improved. Noticeably stronger, higher energy, and much better asthma management

This one is to essentially celebrate the progress I’ve made thus far! A little late, but last month was my fitness journey’s anniversary. It’s been roughly 2 years since I started being physically active, and 1 year + some months since I’ve  consistently weight-trained.

That first pair of photos was me I thiiiiiink like 2 months into the start of all this, back in 2021? I weighed roughly 220-ish lbs at the time, BMI roughly 33-35% and I only note this because fatloss was very much a part of my overarching goals. I won’t lie, some of it was because of aesthetics, but a lot of it was because I felt like shit. As someone who was very sporty as a kid up til college, the change was very noticeable. I was ALWAYS tired no matter how much I slept. I had constant back pain and headaches. My biggest tipoff was the fact that my asthma management got worse. All that plus other factors is what really kicked my butt into gear into this journey.

The 2nd and 3rd sets of photos are from this year (2nd set was today, 3rd set was like 2 weeks ago), nearly 50lbs lighter and at a rough BMI of 27-28%. And I can’t lie I feel fuckin’ good. I can do pullups (couldn’t even do 1 back in the day). Pushups are fucking easy now. I can bench my own bodyweight. I can deadlift almost twice that. I don’t wheeze when I walk up the stairs, I take regular walks, I sleep better, my energy levels are far higher, my moods are overall far better, I have no backpain anymore... MY AFRO GREW AND I GOTS A TATTOO! :D

This is probably the strongest and healthiest I’ve ever been and that’s saying something in my eyes, all things considering. And it was fuckin’ hard for a variety of reasons I won’t talk your ears off about. Sometimes still is, but I feel more prepared and even eager at times to deal with the obstacles.

But yeah! Apologies for breaking from the arts and headcanons, I just wanted to be a lil proud of myself for a sec. :) Whatever journey ya’ll are on I hope you find it in yourself to be proud of the progress you’ve made as well, even with all the ups and downs! :>

#weightlifting #powerlifting #ash talks #earthsong talks

[littlespacereader]

Can I request cg!spiderpunk with spidey! little reader who starts having accidents in littlespace and she's rlly embarrassed cause she's a hero? Thanks! Feel free to ignore!

Heck no I’m not gonna to ignore!! I absolutely LOVE this idea!! This is such a huge issue a Regressor superhero might have! Trying to save the world but what if you need someone to save your world?! What if an accident happens while fighting crime?! I couldn’t love this idea more! So I hope you enjoy this fic! Feel free to send me another idea!!

The Little Spidey

Caregiver! Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) & Spidey Fem Little! Reader

Tags: an accident, pull-ups, fighting, stuffies, hiding/reveal of regression, sippy cups, stuffie,hurt&comfort

Nicknames: darling, sweet one, love

Alright let’s do this one last time.

My name is Y/N L/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for 3 years I’ve been the one and only Spider-Girl.

Thats is, until I realized there’s a whole multiverse full of different Spider people! Recently I became a part of this Spider-verse, which had its ups and downs.

My universe was completely different from everyone else’s, which took some getting used to. In my universe Age Regession was a normal every day thing for people. It wasn’t shamed at or thought of the wrong way.

I’m one of the age regressors in my universe. I regress really young so on missions I usually wear a pull-up, just in case I begin to regress or can’t find a bathroom in time. And trust me, with the long hours of crime fighting, this has come in handy on numerous occasions.

My suit is designed by yours truly. It has a special feature that wearing a bulky pull-up or diaper isn’t shown. It just looks like a normal Spidey suit. I carry a backpack with me at all times with supplies for myself and some extra gear for missions.

Because regression it wasn’t mainstream in most of the other universes, I kept it to myself. That way I wouldn’t have to embarrass myself infront of the other Spideys. There were some universes where regression was just a normal every day thing like mine but those were rare to find, and it was hard to ask incase the answer was no.

After joining, I quickly became friends with Hobie and Pav, my two best friends. The three of us would travel to different universes and kick some butt together! We really worked well as a team!

Pav always strikes me as a Regressor. But I never have the courage to ask him in fear of him asking me if I’m one.

I often visited Earth-50101 to see Pav and spent time in Mumbattan. But I spend most of my time with Hobie in Earth-138 London.

Hobie and I are the closest. He made me feel welcomed the moment I joined the group. Miguel and Jess can be a bit intimidating at times, but Hobie always takes me under his wing.

He makes me feel comfortable and he never lets anyone yell or order me around. He’s a very free spirited freedom fighter. In London I watched his concerts with his band and in my universe we got ice cream together. He’s versatile.He also has the coolest Spidey moves with his guitar! It’s sick!!

He introduced me to Pavitr. Now the three of us hang out all the time! And when we’re not hanging out we’re fighting crime together!

Despite our close friendship I’ve kept my regression hidden from them. When they come over I just hide all my little gear and when we’re out I fight my hardest not to regress.

So with my regression under wraps I continue to fight crime now not only in Queens, NY but in the multiverse as well! Nothing can go wrong!…….Or so I thought.

~~~

Today was my day off, if that’s even possible for a Spidey. I decided today I’m going to regress and relax the rest of the evening. Hobie is practicing with his band, Pav is on a date with his girlfriend and my watch hasn’t gone off with a new mission. So I’m taking a me day.

I ran to my bed room and grabbed the box from underneath. I ripped the box open and grabbed my favorite stuffie and pacifier immediately. Then I had a choice of sippy cup: am I feeling princess or hearts today? Ummmmmmmm…….hearts!

With my things in hand, I walked into the kitchen. As I washed and filled my sippy cup I started to ramble off everything that’s been going on to my stuffie. Gotta let him know all the juice crime fighting details.

Then I made my way to the couch, plopping infront of the tv to watch hours and hours of cartoons. And hours and hours and hours…..

I woke up some time later to the buzzing of my watch. I quickly jumped up and spit my pacifier out before answering.

“Y/N! Where have you been? We been trying to contact you.” Jess aka Spider-Woman yelled at me.

“Sorry I was asleep after a long day. What’s up?”

“We got another anomaly. Suit up we’ll be there soon to pick you up.” And with that the call hung up.

Be there soon?!?!?!

I immediately started to shove everything under my couch or in the couch cushions. Then I ran into my bedroom to get changed fast! I quickly suited up but not without pausing in my bathroom.

I forgot a pull-up, how stupid of me let me just-

Suddenly I heard a portal open in my living room. “Y/N! Where you at?” Hobie yelled out.

I eyed the pull-up and then the door. It’s okay, it probably won’t be a long mission anyway. Just in and out and I’ll be back before I know it. I’m totally not feeling Little in the slightest so I should be fine without protection. Wait who am I lying to?

With that little pep talk I stormed out of my bathroom, grabbing my back pack on the way, and greeted everyone in my living room. There stood Jess and Hobie ready for the next mission.

“How was practice?”

Hobie rolled his eyes, “Don’t get me started! What practice? I was two second from going on when these guys called.”

“Don’t they know you’re trying to be an artist!” I said all dramatically.

He laughed and smirked, “Oh darling don’t you know? I’m already an artist.”

“Come on you two, we got a mission to complete.” Jess redirected.

The three of us set our watches to Earth-3624 and then we took off into the portal.

~~~

The mission is simple, or should I say was simple. There was a Doctor Octopus found in the wrong universe. We were tasked with finding him and sending him to the right Earth. Only problem is he was somewhere in the middle of NYC. So we had all of NYC to find him…just the four of us…looking for one person…in all of NY.

If you’re saying to yourself “Wow that sounds impossible” you’re totally right.

The night began to drag on and on and on. I was exhausted from the constant searching for hours on end. It didn’t help I was also fighting myself from regressing. But as the night dragged on it seemed Doctor Octopus was winning and I was losing.

My regression nagged at me every single moment. All I wanted to do was find a place to curl up, grab my pacifier and take a nap. But I couldn’t! Not now! I had a job to do!

What didn’t help the most was the nagging feeling of needing to go to the bathroom. I know what you’re thinking and you’re right, I should’ve gone before I left. But I was in a rush! I didn’t even know I had to go! Now I’m sitting on the roof squirming every two seconds.

Everything was so frustrating! I’m stuck on some stupid Earth looking for stupid Doctor Octopus in the middle of the stupid night!!…..Okay, maybe my regression was kicking in more than I thought it was.

“Hey,” Hobie swung up onto the roof I was sitting on. “How’s the search going?”

“It’s going.” I said a bit frustrated. “How about you?”

“About the same.” Hobie said, sitting on the edge of the roof next to me.

“I can’t believe they got us working this ridiculous mission. You think Miguel and Jess could just handle this on their own. But noooooo. Instead they pull the two of us in the middle of the night to try and find this wackjob.” I ranted away.

“That’s right Y/N! Stick it to the man! Let that frustration out.” Hobie smirked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I started to squirm in place a bit. I crossed my arms infront of my chest in an effort to mask it.

Hobie eyed me curious but didn’t say anything about it. “I know Jess is searching on the upper east side. I just wanted to join you midtown and make sure you’re doing alright.”

“I’m doing okay. Tired but okay.” I tried to reassure him. But I felt as though he could see right through me. Before he said another word I changed the subject.

“I don’t understand how we’re supposed to find Doc Oct in all of New York.” I said dramatically.

Hobie laughed. “Yeah, what do they expect? Him to come to us?”

The moment those words left Hobie’s mouth we both felt it, our Spidey sense. Of course we jinxed ourselves.

We flipped backward and just out of range for a giant sign that was flying towards us. I landed back on the roof and looked over to an adjacent building. There, standing bold as ever was none other than Doctor Octopus.

“Hello Peters.” He smirked.

Hobie swung over first. “Yeah you’re wrong on both fronts mate.” He swung his guitar at him, landing a nice blow sending the Doctor backwards.

“Once you go against one Spider-Man you go against them all.” He swung his arms again, this time hitting Hobie and sending him backwards.

Now I stepped up, running up, casting my webs and swinging full force towards the doctor. I managed to wrap one of his arms up, but while I did he grabbed me with another. With my leg trapped in his claw, he leaned back and threw me to the roof of a building next to him.

The back of my head hit the ground hard and for a moment I was seeing stars. I was drifting, I wanted to get up and help but my body just wouldn’t let me. I started to fade into darkness for a moment. Both in and out of consciousness.

It was at this time my regression decided to give in. Choosing for itself that it needed to regress more than anything else. What tipped it over the most was the warm feeling I started to feel between my legs. Tears started to fall from my eyes as I realized I was having an accident.

Then came the float gates. My regression wrapped around me like a warm blanket, trying to comfort me in a time of pain and embarrassment. I just want to go home. I don’t want to be here with my wet suit and headache! I just want to go to sleep with my stuffie at home, my pacifier and my pull-up.

I shut my eyes, not wanting more tears to escape. I had to get up, I had keep fighting. What kind of hero would o be if I couldn’t.

“Y/N? Hey! Y/N! Are you okay?” Hobie’s voice echoed in the background. I could hear his footsteps as he ran over to me.

Oh no. Nonononono!

Hobie and I caught eyes the moment I opened mine. He saw everything already. How could I explain the puddle beneath me or the tears streaming down my face?! I’m supposed to be a hero, someone who takes care of others. But I can’t even take care of myself.

There Hobie stood, not disgusting or confused, but worried and concerned about me. “Awwww sweet one-.”

“I’m fine.” I said with a cracking voice. Tears still fell from my eyes as embarrassment filled me.

I tried to sit up fast but he stopped. “Wow wow wow there darling you might have a concussion. Easy does it, easy now.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and helped me to sit up slowly.

He sat beside me, letting me lean on him for support.

I tried my hardest to talk between crying, “ I-I can explain…it just…just-”

“You’re a Little? I figured as much. No need to worry yourself with worries. You’re okay, it’s all okay love. I’ll take care of everything.” He said plain as day.

Maybe it was the concussion. “What?” Was all I managed to say.

“You know, on my Earth everyone knows about regression. It’s more common than you would think. Plenty of Earths know about regression, even if they aren’t as open about as our Earth’s are.” He went on to explain.

“But all of that doesn’t matter right now. Right now we need to get you changed and padded. Then we need to take care of you and your concussion.” Hobie threw his guitar to his back and lifted me bridal style into his arms.

“Wait.” I tried to say.

“What?” He raised an eye brow.

“Don’t we have to get the bad guy?”

“The bad guy? First off, I don’t listen or do what anyone tells me, especially Jess or Miguel. Second off, I already too care of that for us.” He gestured to the roof across from us. There all webbed up stood Doctor Octopus.

“I already phoned Jess who’s on her way to take care of the boring details. I say we get a move on before she starts ask questions we’re not going to answer.” He explained.

After a moment I nodded my head, wrapping my arms around his neck. With the click of his watch Hobie and I were soaring into another portal.

Before I even realized it we were back in my apartment. Hobie walked us into my bathroom, setting me down on the counter top. Then he began to search around.

“Where are your pull-ups at Y/N?” He asked searching under the sink.

To be honest, I was still in shock from this day. Blame it on the concussion but I couldn’t even fathom that this is even happening.

As I watched him raid my bathroom I spoke up, “What are you doing?”

“I just told you I’m looking for your pull-ups.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He stood up and walked back over to me, “Because we need to get you changed before you get a rash or worse.”

I stared at him, still in disbelief. “Why are you doing this for me? How come you don’t think this is weird and why are you being so-.”

He immediately stopped that train of thought by holding my hand in his. “Hey, hey hey. No more worrying about big thoughts okay? Like I said earlier, regression is something I’m familiar with. I’m happy you have an escape from this life as a Spidey. It’s a safe and healthy coping mechanism. I don’t find you or any of this weird. More than anything I want to take care of you.”

“You don’t see me as a weak Spidey because I’m a Little?” I asked, still a bit insecure.

“A weak Spidey?! Hell no!!” He shook his head. “Do you think Pav is a weak Spider-Man?”

I looked at him confused but shook my head no.

“That makes two of us. Pavirt is a Little too. He regresses around the same age as you. Doesn’t matter if you regress, you’re still a Spidey. Don’t get me wrong, I love Pav and I take care of him from time to time when he regresses. But his girlfriend tends to him most the time, I’m just the babysitter. But there’s something special about you. You bring out a side of me that I didn’t know I had.”

He sighed, “I realized early on you were probably a Little, so I kept a careful eye on you. Before you, I was still the cool artist you see before you today. But I was always missing something…something amazing. And I realized that amazing something was you. Without or without your regression. I think you’re truly amazing.”

He leaned forward and took my hand in his, “If you’ll have me, I’d like to take care of you whenever you’re regressed. That way you have someone watching out for you and taking care your needs. I can see you regress pretty young so you’re gonna need a careful eyes watching your trouble maker self.” He smirked.

“So…what do you say?” He asked.

I honestly couldn’t believe my ears. Hobie wants to be my Caregiver?! Also Pav is a Little?!! But mostly, Hobie the “coolest, mysterious, rule breaker” Brown wants to be my Caregiver?!

In disbelief yet happy beyond belief, I smiled and squeezed his hand. “Yes. I’d love for you to be my Caregiver.”

Hobie smirked and squeezed my hand back. “Trust me darling the honor is all mine.”

“But first and foremost let’s get you changed out of that wet suit and into something more comfortable. Now for the final time where are your pull-ups at?” He said dragging the last part out.

“They’re in my backpack.” I shrugged it off and handed it to him.

Hobie took the backpack from me and started to take all the supplies he needs out.

“So you don’t think I’m gross?” I asked, still anxious about the whole accident.

“Nope. You’re a younger Little. Happens all the time. It’s no big deal at all.” He said as if it was nothing. But he’s right, it really is nothing. It’s just an accident. “Alright let’s get you changed darling.”

Hobie helped me take my suit off. He grabbed me a fresh pair of pjs and a new pull-up then proceeded to change me into both.

“There,” he stood back admiring his work. “All nice and cozy!” He picked me up and carried me into the living room. “See? Nothing to worry about. It’s as if it never happened.”

I hugged him tightly in his arms, “Thank you.”

He smirked, “This is just the beginning.”

He carried me over to the couch and set me down. “Hold on, who’s this?” He pulled my stuffie from the couch cushion. “Y/N you didn’t tell me you had a friend over. Introduce to your mate.”

“Hobie this is (your fav stuffie name).” I said introducing the two.

“Pleasure to meet ya.” He said, shaking the stuffies hand. I started giggling.

“Now, I want you resting on this couch. I’m going to get you some juice and a cold compress for your head, okay?”

The moment Hobie left I immediately started to miss him. He’s only been my Caregiver for not even 5 minutes and I’m already so attached to him. Plus he wasn’t even that far! He’s literally just in the kitchen.

Luckily he returned soon, sippy cup of juice in one hand, and a damp towel in the other. “Alright sweet one sit up for a second,” he sat down on the couch and pulled me into his lap. “There we are.”

He laid the towel on my forehead which felt sooooooo nice! He handed me the sippy cup before he grabbed the tv remote. “Alright let’s see what your earth has on the telly.”

I always thought that as Spider-Girl I had to be the one taking care of everyone else, but Hobie made me realized what I needed more than anything was someone to take care of me too.

I haven’t felt safe like this in a long time. Just leaning against him, watching some mindless show on the television and feeling safe and cared for. I curled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. He leaned forward and placed a kiss to my head.

We stayed like that the whole night, just Little Spidey and Caregiver Spidey.

#age regression #age regressor #agere #agere little #sfw age regression #sfw agere #agere post #little space #sfw littlespace #age regression fic #padded little #padded agere #padded regressor #padded #ageredips #agere dips #sfw dips #agere caregiver #caregiver!hobie brown #little!reader #sfw little community #sfw little blog #sfw little stuff #sfw little #sfw little post #little blog #age regression blog #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

I would like to bring under the spotlight frigging Warrior Queen Kidagakash Nedakh's and Liuthenant Helga Sinclair's never ever spoken-about brutal force

Because 1) my sis in Messiah Kidagakash Nedakh

... rapidly stun three heavily ww1 geared soldiers with bare hands, wholly yeeting one over her head that flung like a bag of potatoes while easily getting the higher ground with another and attempting a first melee fatal pincushioning for their persistency at fighting her back

Not one

but two soldiers, are needed to restrain her.

Secondly 2) ! ! !

Then there this Chad

Where two soldiers were needed to four-hand work to keep still a full berserk'd Kidagakash this smug butt needed just one

Again. She's currently restraining someone that got to be held down by two people before

And Helga is.... ehm..! Casually smugly posing? She's making pass, a firm clasping of a set of arms (Kida's) that made a grown up ass soldier fly thru air, as a light workout?

Barely flincing for the entirety of Kida's hostage situation?

While casually finding time for doing a cowboy smarty nerdy trick with the a pistol?

Girl

Lets's be real. These two are built like brickhouses

The only capable to match them in force is Rourke (another, that withstanded stoicly Helga's, Helga's..! Three mortal kombat kicks in the face. Like dude. You have to be made literally of stone to keep up with that. Hehe stone. Because he..! Because he! Heh. No? Uh. Ok no).

Yeah...

That all for today's talk (expected time used for this, 10 minutes. Reality this took an hour and half at least)

#Atlantis the lost empire #Atlantis #Kida #kida atlantis #kidagakash nedakh #helga sinclair #My art #My writing #? #The lad talks #commander rourke #lyle tiberius rourke #Rourke #Disney villains

[faghubby]

punished

Vicky, my wife of ten years and mother of my two children. opened the door to see me bent over the dining room table as a large black man drove his long thick cock in my ass.

"What is going on here!" She yelled. I tried to get up. But Marcus just pushed me back down into the table and pounded away on my little faggot ass.

"Be done with the cunt in a minute" he told Vicky. Vicky was stunned just stood there watching.

"Vic" I said only to be smacked hand across the ass

"Shut the fuck up bitch" Marcus told me. I didn't dare say another word. Marcus stiffened and grunted as he shoved the full length of his cock in my ass. Pumping his load deep. He pulled out and pulled up his pants.

"All yours" he told Vicky as he let himself out. I stood up my legs tied to the table legs. I was wearing a red bra and stockings. Along with three inch heels. I tried to bend to untie my legs but fell on the floor.

"What the fuck?!" Vicky screamed. "You fucking gay bitch" she looked around evennmore confused by the scene. There was a paddle and two leather belts, along with a bottle of lube and bandage gear. That with me naked on the floor, trying to untie my legs as I babbled about it being a one time thing.

"Shut up" she said disgusted half laughing. She kicked my hand lightly. "Stop that and get up" she ordered me. I tried to stand finally pulling myself up.

"You let men fuck you? spank you?" She held a belt. "Not even sure" she started holding a big 2 inch diameter butt plug. It was still covered in lube. She pushed me down back over the table. She pushed the toy against my ass that was now leaking Marcus cum. My ass sucked it right in.

"Wow" she commented. As I ler out a little wimper. She then walked around the table.

"Don't you dare move" she warned me.

"Vicky I can" I started

"Shut up" she screamed she grabbed a set of leather cuffs and hooked my wrist to one of the legs. Then used another set to hook the other. I could lift myself some but not much. She found the matching panties to the bra I was wearing.

"Open up" she told me and shoved them in my mouth. I don't even think she realized how much she was turning me on. She turned off the light and left. I heard the door close and the car leave. Was she leaving me here for good. Hoping someone else found me. I struggled to get free. But it was a very sturdy table. I was stuck. I cried myself to sleep. What had I done.

It was hours before I head the garage door opening. It woke me up in the silence. Vicky came in obviously had been drinking. I had spit the panties out of my mouth hours ago.

"Still waiting for me cunt" she laughed. I so needed to pee.

"Please Vicky I need to pee" I pleaded. She laughed and looked down at my cock.

"What is this?" She asked grabbing the metal cage and yanking. I screamed.

"Marcus doesn't like to see me get an erection" I wimpered. "So this stops you from getting hard!" She laughed. She let it smack into the table making me groan again. I was about to burst.

"Where the key?" She asked.

"On my dresser" she unhooked one hand then left. I quickly undid my other hand but Marcus nots on the robe on my legs was tight. I struggled getting only one unlocked before I actually peed on the floor.

"You are disgusting" Vicky told me as she returned. "I want this all cleaned up now" she screamed then returned to the bedroom. It was late but I did as she had said and cleaned everything. Scrubbing the floor with disinfectant. I took a shower and removed the plug my ass gapped open after wearing the plug for hours. Only then did I try and go into the bedroom it was locked. I didn't even knock just went and crashed in the guest room. I slept naked not having any clothes but the bra and panties.

I was up before Vicky, actually she didn't emerge from our bedroom till noon. She loomed horribly hung over. I had done some laundry so at least was able to get dressed.

"Can I get you something" I asked. She glared at me then said. There is a mess in the bedroom" I got up and found she had thrown up in the trash can. Looks like most missed. She had also got it on the bed. I cleaned up the floor, took the trash can outside. Then stripped the bed. I had scrubbed the floor and remade the bed by the time. Vicky came back in, only a towel wrapped around her. She had a bruise on her shoulder.

"Are you okay did you fall?" I asked. She glanced at her shoulder. Then smiled.

"No he just liked to bite" she told me getting into bed naked. I noticed another mark on her thigh.

"Bite?" I asked

"Yes, big guy was kinda forceful. A biter, I guess everyone has a kink don't they?" She said glaring at me. I just let her go back to sleep. When I went to check on her a few hours later the door was locked again. I desperately wanted to ask her for the key to my chastity cage but didn't think it was the time.

I let her be, she had cheated on me I guess I deserved that. But what did this mean for us. She emerged from the room again about dinner time. I had made pasta. She devoured a bowl. And then went back to bed with two bottles of water. I heard her lock the door. She didn't emerge until the next morning and then rushed out the door for work with barely a word. No option I wore the chastity cage to work.

When I got home Vicky was home, she normally was home before me so this was normal. I found a garage bag by the door and without thought I threw it away. I found Vicky in the bathroom folding laundry.

"Vicky can I have the key to the chastity cage" I asked just wanting it off I had never worn it this long.

"Why? You don't need it anymore" Vicky said confused.

"What?" I stuttered

"Well your lover obviously doesn't use it for anything, and I certainly an not going to be using it again. So why?" Vicky asked again looking at me. "I may have use of that tounge from time to time but that's it" Vicky added.

"Vick!" I wimpered.

"What you can't expect me to see you as a man after the other night can you?" She asked. "Come here" she patted the bed.

I sat next to her.

"I got rid of all your boy undies too, I mean you like wearing girlie things right?" She said her hand cupping my face.

"I slept with Greg" she confessed. Greg was my best friend he would never.

"Greg wouldn't" I started.

"When I showed him the pics of you getting fucked by your boyfriend he understood why I needed a man. I didn't know he liked to bite though" Vicky explained. "Here put these away" she handed me a pile of bras and panties. I headed towards her dresser.

"Silly those are yours" Vicky told me. I looked down and realized she was serious and placed them in my empty underwear drawer.

"I would like to meet your lover, what is his name?" Vicky continued

"Marcus" I said softly

"He has a big cock, is he gay. I mean does he fuck woman as well?' Vicky asked.

"I don't think so" I told her. In kind of a trance. Was this all happening?

she took my phone and called Marcus.

"Hello whore" he answered the phone with.

"This is the whore's wife Vicky "she told him.

"You want me to stop fucking the slut?" He asked with a chuckle.

"No, not at all. He seemed to enjoy it "she told him. "I think he like it if you fucked him even more" I listened as the two of them started to make decisions and a schedule of my life. I tried twice to interrupt but was silenced before I could speak.

Vicky gave up any marital rights, giving them over to Marcus. She promised to make me more femine for him as well. I found myself meeting Marcus two to three times a week. Vicky had hired a contractor to build a bedroom and bathroom in the basement. It even had its own entrance. As soon as it was done I moved into it. She had designed the room with hidden anchor points, the room was also done in pink and light blue colors. And the closet full of woman's clothes in my size. Marcus could come and go privately. Vicky didn't hide that I was a sissy fag. And openly slept with other men.

Marcus even started taking me put as his little sissy bitch in public. Even making me service some of his friends. We have been married for 15 more years. Where I don't think I have seen Vicky naked in all that time. We have both gone thru several lovers.

[vanfleeter]

Don't Take The Girl // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Mentions of guns, robbery. Allusions to violence. Pregnancy. Childbirth with complications.

Summary: Based off of the song Don't Take The Girl by Tim McGraw.

Jake waits patiently on the steps of the front porch for his father to come outside. He had offered to take Jake to the soccer fields by the elementary school to practice some of his drills. Hearing the sound of tires rolling over the gravel of their driveway, Jake lifts his head to see the familiar white mini van that he knows only belongs to Y/N’s mother.

He sits up, dropping his hands between his knees. The side of the van slides open and Y/N jumps out. He hears her utter a few words to her mother, along the lines of “Six… I’ll behave… Love you too…”, before she comes bounding up the walkway to the front porch.

“Good morning Jake.” She says, giving him a smile. “Ready to get your butt kicked?”

He groans. “You’re coming?”

Y/N nods her head as she adjusts the strap of her gear bag on her shoulder. Jake stands up from the porch and steps back inside the house.

“Dad!” He calls.

“I’m coming,” His father says as he walks out of the house. “Sorry, your mother was writing out a grocery list–some things for us to pick me up for dinner on our way home.”

“Y/N is coming with us?” Jake says, resting his hands on his hips as he looks at his father with a disdained look on his face.

“Yes, she is.” He says. “Her mother needed someone to watch her while she’s at work and I offered. Plus, with her also playing soccer, I thought it would be a good thing for her to practice with you.”

“Oh but Dad, can’t we take someone else with us? Maybe Josh? O-Or Sam? Anyone but her, please. Don’t take the girl.”

His father rolls his eyes and ruffles Jake’s growing, chestnut locks. “Come on, let’s go.” He says as he grabs his keys. “Don’t forget your stuff.”

-Ten Years Later-

Nervously and anxiously, Jake taps his thumbs on the steering wheel of his truck as he drives down the road to her house. Each mile he gets closer, the more nervous he gets. He knows he shouldn’t be this nervous, they’ve been together for a couple years now, yet he is nearly sweating bullets and his heart ready to burst out of his chest.

She’s always made him nervous. A good nervous–if that is even a thing.

Pulling into her driveway, he starts to get out of the truck when he sees the front door fly open and she flies down the steps with a big smile on her face. He chuckles as she throws her arms around his neck and embraces him in a hug.

“I’m so excited.” She says.

“It’s just the drive-in.” He laughs.

“Yes but it’s a special showing of The Goonies! I’ve never seen that movie on a screen bigger than my tv–and you know how small my tv is.”

Jake smiles and escorts her around to the passenger side of the truck and pulls the door open for her. “Oh I know.” He says. Once she’s safely inside the truck, he closes the door and jogs back around to the driver’s side.

–

“I’m going to go get something to drink, do you want anything?” Y/N whispers as she reaches for the door handle.

“No, but I’ll still come with you.” Jake says as he removes his arm from around her shoulders.

Y/N orders her drink and Jake pulls out his wallet to pay. “I can pay,” She says.

Jake shakes his head and slides the card across the counter for the employee to swipe. “I am the gentleman, I pay.”

“Oh.. You’re the gentleman.” Y/N giggles before sipping her drink through the straw.

Taking the card back from the employee, he slips it back into his wallet and stuffs it into the pocket of his jeans. As they make it back to the truck, he leans down and pecks her on the lips making her giggle again. A sound he loves so much.

A click sound can be heard beside them and Y/N feels the cold metal of a gun being pressed to her back. Jake looks behind her to see a man standing there with a gun pressed to her back as he grabs her arm and pulls her to him.

“Listen to me carefully, okay? I don’t want to hurt her, but I will if I have to.” The man says.

Jake can see the fear in her eyes. Jake holds out his hands in the air. He reaches slowly for his wallet and pulls it out and dangles it in the air for the man to see. “Take my wallet, man.” He says. “The keys are still in the ignition, you take the truck too, I don’t care.” He reaches for his necklace and pulls it off. “Real gold, it was a gift from my mom but you can take it too. Just please, don’t take the girl.”

The man pounders Jake’s offer. He then shoves Y/N back to Jake and takes the necklace from his hand before running off and disappearing somewhere in the woods.

Jake wraps his arms around Y/N as kisses her forehead. “You’re okay. I’m here..” He says as he holds her tightly. “I’m right here. We’re okay..”

-Five Years Later-

“Jake!” Y/N calls as she waddles into the kitchen.

Jake looks up from his laptop. “Feeling alright? Need help shaving again?”

Y/N laughs but shakes her head. “No.. I think the baby’s coming.”

“Oh shit..” Jake quickly closes his laptop and springs up from the kitchen chair. “For real?” Y/N nods her head and Jake grabs the car keys. “Alright, okay. We’ve got this.” He says as he leads her out to the car. A car he traded his truck in for, despite Y/N telling him that he could still keep that old thing.

–

She had been pushing for a half hour when she began to slowly grow weak. Her grip loosens on Jake’s hand, her heart rate dropping on the monitor. It was all a blur as they rushed her out of the room. He didn’t know what to do. But as if it were an instinct, his body crashes to the floor, catching himself on his knees.

He can hear the cries of their baby. Or was that him. Somewhere in the distance the doctor speaks to him. He can’t lose his wife. Not after all these years.

She’s his everything. His life. His heart. His true love.

“Please, please, please..” He begs in a whisper. “Take me instead. I don’t think I can live without her. God, please, if you’re real, I am begging you to not take the girl. Please…”

—

Jake sits there on the front porch, waiting for his father to come outside when he sees the minivan pull up in the driveway. A smile spreads across his face when he sees Y/N jump out the side door.

Daddy’s taking the girl with them.

#jake kiszka #greta van fleet fic #jake kiszka fanfic #greta van fleet fanfic #jake kiszka fic #greta van fleet #jake gvf #gvf fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf

[fluffalpenguin]

now that i've gotten your attention, hi!!

I'm pasu, and this show has consumed every facet of my being ever since I got into the fandom two years ago. it's such a well of inspiration for me; it's as if my attention span shattered into more than four different dimensions because everyday is a battle to decide which arc-v WIP to work on (this is a call for help)

yuya is officially my no.1 but off the record he takes turns with yuri and also yugo, everyday my brain spins a wheel to decide (sorry yuto)

speaking of yuri and yugo i am absolutely very very normal about them

Above all else, I love LOVE making comics!!! both silly and angsty, just about everything under the sun

Animations are also fun!!! I want to make more... (i crave the vj boys moving like a drug because it's the least they deserve)

One time I was really intent on making a yuya + yuri MV for Onoken's cover of IFDD so I guess I can call myself an editor (/j) someone please take these sprites and make my dream come true i'm begging

I also have some fangames i really want to continue work on but my attention span suffers for anything moderately tedious without a deadline...... (this is another call for help)

Speaking of WIPs... Last but not least, here's a link to my ao3! (it's mostly pawn atm but i love writing introspective yuri-centered stuff too)

My main goal is au day because finally, something to kick my butt into gear to organise all my aus together into one post

happy @arcvmonth everybody!! the fun has only just begun i leave you with yuya plush

#arcvmonth #arc-v #arcvmonth2023 #i finally let the ifdds out of jail #more like merely opening the cell door because there's still the alternate expression sprite i haven't posted

[wanderingdarlingblog]

HOOK smoot?

Umm...yes absolutely without a doubt I gotchu-

Every Dog Has Its Day

Pairing: Hook x Fem!reader

Summary: Hook is fed up with the way his best friend has been treated by Ricky Starks.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors dni), cursing, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), got caught?, one (1) spank, hair pulling, Rick being a bit of a douche, possessive!Hook, maybe a little OOC Hook, unprotected sex!! (Wrap before you tap, be safe out there), creampie. If I missed anything, let me know.

A/N: Good morning my loves!! My first request! Okay this may be a little OOC for Hook, I tried my best but feedback is always appreciated. Sorry this was delayed so long, I got to a point where I had to rewrite it because I kinda hated the first final product. Hopefully you guys like this draft, I like it a lot more than the first one. I wasn't sure for a while what to write for this but then when I heard he was FTW Champ? Boom...

-WD

You watched with bated breath as Danhausen rolled Ricky into a pin, but quickly kicked out.

"Fuck..."

"How's he doin'?" Hook snuck up behind you, making you jump.

"Jesus, Hook," You laughed before turning back to the television. "I mean he's doin' alright? He's doing a lot better than I thought he would, he's holding his own-"

Boom! Ricky hits Danhausen with a spear, making you both cringe.

"Ooo..." Hook hissed as he hovered behind you. "1...2..."

"And it's over." You sighed, disappointment etched in your expression. "That wasn't even two minutes..."

"Did you want Danhausen to win?" Hook smiled down at you with a teasing squeeze of your shoulder, which you shook off and rolled your eyes.

"I just want someone to shut Ricky Starks up." You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Hook slinked his hoodie-clad arm around your shoulder and nodded.

"Alright, I'm just giving you a hard time." Hook shrugged as he looked down and examined you. "Loving the new gear by the way."

"Yeah, yeah..." You muttered as you leaned your back against his chest and glanced up with a teasing glint in your eye. "You just like it because my ass is pratically hanging out of it."

"No, you look good in blue," Hook nodded while a hint of a smile creeped onto his face. "You're butt does look good though"

"Shut up!" You smacked his chest, making him chuckle. "You're so annoying."

"Hey, you asked." Hook threw up his hands in surrender.

You and Hook had been friends for a while now. Your dad's were friends, you came up in the same circles and you both started training around the same time. Now, you were both on the fast track to becoming two rising stars of the company. He was one of your good friends and you two were always spotted backstage, sharing hushed words and quiet laughs.

While Hook was known as a man of few words, around you he was more like a man of a few words. He never wasted an opportunity to pick on you and you two were always plotting some sort of mischief, being the two youngest on the roster.

Unfortunately for the both of you, Ricky Starks has been giving you some unwanted attention recently, letting his attraction to you be more than obvious. You had never gotten along with Ricky. You found him grating and egotistical, and you let him know at every chance you got. And yet, he still attempted to make moves on you (which you reject completely). The last thing you wanted was another win under his belt, he did not need to have his ego inflated any more than it was. You felt terrible because you know how close Hook and Ricky are, both of them being apart of Team Taz, but you could not look past the way you had been treated by him.

"I really wanted him to lose." You said in a voice low enough for Hook's ears only. "I want to watch his stupid face when he finally takes a loss."

"Easy, killer." Hook said slowly as he moved to stand fully behind you and started to rub your shoulders, pretending to prepare you for a fight. "Every dog has its day."

"Look, I know you guys are friends, I'm sorry-" You tried to backpedal but Hook shook his head.

"Don't you say sorry, he treats you like shit. Someone should've put him in his place a long time ago, I should be saying sorry to you." Hook went from lightly rubbing your shoulders to pressing careful pressure with the pads of his thumbs into your tense back muscles. "You're really tight, what's up?"

"I'm stressed." You huffed with a small frown as you watched Ricky get to his feet and grab a mic. "Didn't sleep very well last night either-"

"Very nice, very evil," Ricky labored over the mic. "But you're not absolute."

You groaned and pulled away from Hook's touch.

"I can't listen to this. Let me know when he's done." You started to walk away, but Ricky's next sentence pricked up your ears.

"And just like last week, I still got a little left in the tank. So let's bring out another challenge, and now for real this time." Ricky huffed and puffed and grabbed at his neck as he spoke.

Hook tensed for a moment, before he turned to face you. He haphazardly grabbed at his hoodie, took it off and handed it to you, leaving him in nothing but his boots and shorts.

"Hold this for me." He said before he turned to head to the curtain.

"What are you doing?!" You called after him as you followed in close pursuit.

"Shutting him up." He threw a wink over his shoulder before he flagged down a technician. "Play my music!"

"Oh, my god." Your heart started racing as you ran back to the television. "Shit, shit, shit..."

Hook's music hit and you heard the crowd pop. Hook marched out there with the most determined look on his face that you have seen in a while.

You threw on his hoodie quickly so you did not miss a second of this moment, eyes glued to the television unblinking.

"Is that Hook?" Austin Gunn approached you from behind and joined you at the monitor.

You just nodded as you brought a hand to your lips, not daring to move as the match started and more people gathered to watch the spectacle.

The first minute of the match proved they were a pretty even match with counters left and right, everyone was on edge. But when Hook got hit with a spear, everyone groaned.

"C'mon, Hook." You whispered as you watched him roll on the ground in pain. "Get up."

Ricky grabbed Hook and set him up for a roshambo, but Hook countered into the Redrum. The locker room went nuts, and so did the fans.

"Holy shit!" You gasped as you grabbed the closest person's arm, which happened to be Austin's. "Holy shit! C'mon Hook!"

Ricky tried to roll out of it, but Hook held on tight. When Ricky tapped out, you started jumping up and down and cheering. You stared wide eyed at the screen with your hands cupped over your mouth.

When he finally came backstage, Hook wore the biggest smile as he approached the crowd of people waiting to congratulate him, including you.

When he reached you, he held up the belt and smirked.

"That wasn't even two minutes." He mocked your words from earlier, which made you shake your head and grin ear to ear.

With the title still in his hands, he wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisted you into the air and spun you around a couple times. You yelped at the new height and laughed.

"Put me down!" You giggled.

"Does that count as shutting Ricky Starks up?" Hook asked with a very serious look on his face.

"Yes." You nodded, looking down at him while he still held you in the air.

"Did you see his face? Are you satisfied?" Hook's features scrunched as he squeezed you, making you laugh and throw your head back in mock annoyance.

"Yes!" You giggled at his ridiculousness. "Yes, I watched the whole thing, his face was priceless."

"Good." Hook chuckled as he dropped you back to your feet. Without letting you go, he gave you a once over and a smirk. "You're wearing my hoodie."

"Huh?" You looked down at the article of clothing and moved to take it off. "Oh, right. Here, sorry."

"No, no," Hook smirked and grabbed your hand to stop your movements. "You look better in it."

"Stop, now you're just being cheesy." you rolled your eyes, but could not stop the smile or blush.

You pulled away and started the short walk back to the locker rooms. Hook joined you at your side and bumped your shoulder.

"I'm just being honest." Hook smiled with a little glint in his eye. "You should wear my clothes more often, maybe Ricky will leave you alone after that."

"If only it were that easy." You smiled shook your head.

Silence fell over you two as they approached the door to your dressing room. When you turned to look back at Hook, his expression was sullen

"It could be." His brows creased, looking almost upset

"Hook..." Your smile fell and your heart sunk.

"Y/N..." He took ahold of your hand and squeezed it.

Of course you had harbored feelings for him since you met, but you always held back out of fear that he did not feel the same and you would ruin the friendship. You cherished your relationship you had and everything about him, from his cold outer shell to his playful jabs.

"Let me prove it to you." He threw the title up on his shoulder as he stared at you thoughtfully. "Come out and celebrate with me tonight, I'll show you how good we could be."

"Hook, I don't need tonight to prove that you would treat me well, I know you would. You already do." You crossed your arms and took a deep breath as you felt anxiety start to spark in your gut. You opened the door behind you and sighed as you entered your dressing room. "I just-"

"Then what's stopping you?" Hook laughed a little as he spoke. He followed you into the room, closed the door behind him and pulled you back into his arms. "Give me a reason."

You felt a shiver go up your spine when his hand made contact with the small of your back and gently pulled you flush to his front.

"I..." You tried to think of something to say, but they were all words without a leg to stand on.

"Just give me a reason and I'll stop." Hook whispered as he tucked a stray hair behind you ear. His hand slid behind your ear and cupped your jaw, his thumb gliding against your cheek adoringly. "Say the word."

"I don't want to ruin our friendship..." You blurted out quietly, color quickly dusting your cheeks.

"What if I wanted more than a friendship with you? What if I wanted to take you out?" Hook's head tilted to the side slightly, his hair flopping with it. He was still holding your face in his calloused hand.

"You want a relationship?" Your voice was small out of shock, which made Hook chuckled and nod.

"Since we met in training, but I just assumed you didn't feel the sa-" Hook's sentence was cut off by you grabbing his cheeks and pressing a soft peck to his lips.

He just stared at you for a moment, unblinking. Then he leaned forward and captured your lips in a kiss that left you breathless for a moment. Your stomach did a flip when you felt his lips curl into a smile against your mouth.

"So that's a yes?" He murmured, noses bumping against each other.

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face.

"Use your words, Y/N," Hook's voice was low rumble in your ear. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes." You whispered.

"Good," Hook smirked as he pulled back. "I'm taking you out tonight to celebrate. Go get dressed, I'll swing by in a few and we'll go grab some dinner. Are you hungry?"

"I could eat." You nodded as your eyes scanned his features.

"What sounds good?" Hook squeezed your hips with his free hand and nudged his thumb under the hem of the hoodie to pinch the exposed flesh.

"Whatever the champion wants." You teased, leaning up to give him chaste kiss on the cheek. "Now shoo, I gotta get dressed."

"Can I watch?" Hook joked, but his smiled fell when he watched you slowly toss the hoodie off, leaving you only in your ring gear.

"I wouldn't mind that." You smirked and pulled him into you.

The kiss was searing. His lips were softer than you ever imagined they would be. You raked your fingers through his hair and his hands roamed your back and hips. His hands dragged up your back to try to find the straps to your top and pull them down your shoulders. Hastily, he broke the kiss and moved to the couch and pulled you into his lap. You straddled his thighs and he kissed down your neck and started leaving open mouthed kisses and nips on your collarbone.

"Someone's in a rush." You teased, which earned you a firm squeeze and a swift smack on your ass.

"Someone's mouthy." Hook whispered into your neck as he sucked a love bite. "I can fix that-"

Knock knock knock.

"Y/N? You in there?"

Ricky.

"Uhh, yeah I'm changing? Talk later?" You tried to respond as Hook made another attempt to take your top off, which you successfully shimmied off.

"Can we talk now? I don't know if you saw but I lost-"

"Yeah I saw Ricky, I-" Your thought fell short and was cut off with a little sigh as Hook latched his lips onto your nipple. "Hook..."

"Don't leave him hanging." Hook's voice was low as he gently latched his teeth on your nipple and kitten licked the sensitive nerves, making you keen.

"Ricky, I'm kinda busy right now, maybe later?" You rushed your sentence out when you felt Hooks free hand that wasn't holding you up in his lap slip down your shorts to your clothed clit.

"Busy? Busy doing what?" Ricky's annoyed tone made Hook groan.

He pulled his hand from your shorts, grabbed his discarded hoodie and pulled it onto your exposed body before he marched to the door and threw it open. He leaned against the doorframe with tense shoulders and a set jaw.

"Busy doing me," Hook's voice was low and taught with frustration as he pushed some hair out of his face. "Mind giving us some space? We were in the middle of something before you came knocking."

Ricky stood with a slack jaw and wide eyes. He glanced back at you and back at Hook. Hook did not bother to wait for Ricky to respond.

"Great, thanks." Hook closed the door in Ricky's face and locked it.

When he looked back at you, your expression was filled with shock and a little embarrassment, but you were on the verge of laughing.

"Hook, Ricky was just-"

"Don't say his name, not when I'm about to make you scream mine." Hook cracked his neck before he pulled the hoodie back off of your body, grabbed your thighs, pulled you down so your back fell on the back of the couch and threw your legs over his shoulders.

He grabbed your shorts, pulled them down your legs and started kissing and biting up your thighs, making you squirm. He pulled your legs up and gently blew cold air on your exposed core, making your hips lift off the couch.

"Hook, please..."

"Louder, I want him to hear." Hook kept his eyes trained on your face as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

Your head dropped back against the couch as he went to work. His hands dug into your hips to keep them down as he licked stripes up your core and planted kisses when he could. You latched a hand on the back of his head for support as he devoured you. When you started to roll your hips for more friction, Hook snaked his hand around and pinned your hips down.

"Fuck, please Hook, I'm so close." You accidentally tugged at his hair harshly, but he only moaned against you.

"C'mon, baby, let go," his encouragement vibrated up your spine as you shuddered against his lips.

He helped you ride out your high before he kissed up your stomach, his breath tickling your skin and making you giggle.

"How do you feel, baby?" He whispered as he kissed the shell of your ear.

You nodded and hummed contently as you pulled his lips to yours for a chaste kiss.

"I could get used to this." You smiled up at him with flushed cheeks and heavy breaths.

He pecked you one more time before he stood at his full height.

"Good," he grinned as he looped his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts. "You wanna keep going?"

"Is that even a question?" Your chuckled died in your throat as you watched him drag his shorts down his legs and his member sprung forward, already dripping with precum.

He smiled when he noticed your tongue dart out and lick your lips.

"Want a taste?" He teased while he stroked his cock a few times.

You nodded and quickly sat up to take a lick up his shaft. He threw his head back as your lips wrapped around the tip and swirled your tongue in delicate circles. He placed his hand on the back of your head and started to bob your head gently, making you gag softly. He gripped your hair and pulled your mouth off with a soft pop.

"I'd love for you continue, but if you keep that up I don't think I'll be able to fuck that pretty pussy of yours. Lay on your back, baby." Hooks words made your cheeks hot as you laid back. "Just tell if it's too much."

He wrapped your legs around his hips and guided his cock into you slowly. The stretch made you bite your lip and grind your hips, which made hook smirk.

"So desperate already?" He teased.

"Been waiting for this for longer than you think." You smiled as you flipped the pair of you over. "My turn."

You slid down on his cock, and when you bottomed out, his hands were already gripping your hips and trying to get you to rock back and forth on his dick.

"Now who's being desperate?" You began to rock up and down.

"You're gonna be the end of me, c'mere." Hook dragged you down to be flush with his chest and pinned your arms behind your back as he started to thrust his hips into yours at a breakneck pace.

You tried to keep you volume to a minimum, considering anyone could walk by your door and hear exactly what you were doing, but the way the head of his cock was dragging against your walls made you throw caution to the wind. You buried your head into the crook of his neck as gasps and whines started to escape your lips.

"Hook I-"

"I know baby, I'm right there too. Clenching around me like crazy," Hook breathed out, his voice strained as his pace became more desperate and sloppy and less deliberate and aimed. "Cum for me baby, I'm right behind you."

His words were enough to make you bite down on his neck to try to muffle the moan that ripped through your chest as you came. You felt Hook's hips stutter a few times before his buried himself in you and filled you up to the brim. He let go of your arms and wrapped you up in his as he nuzzled your neck and gave you a little kiss on your shoulder.

"That was amazing." You smiled as you pushed your self up from his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. "How long have you been holding out on me?"

Hook chuckled and gave your hip a pinch, which made you wince a laugh a little.

"Too long." He pushed himself up to lean his back on the arm of the couch and traced thoughtful shape on your waist and hip. "You're all mine now though, right?"

"If you'll have me." You smiled as you brushed his hair out of his face.

He kneaded the flesh of your ass and grinned.

"Of course I will," He ran his hand from your butt up your spine and back down. "Now, let's get dressed."

"What's the rush?" You brows furrowed as you slowly pushed off his dick with a wince.

"I'm taking you out to dinner, remember?" Hook grabbed his shorts and pull them up to rest on his hips. "Make sure you wear that."

You followed his gaze to the hoodie that was haphazardly thrown to the side earlier.

"Why...?" You got to your feet and started to get dressed yourself.

"It's chilly out, plus you look good in my clothes." He gave you a look that made your face heat up. He gave you another quick peck before her turned to leave. "Get dressed, I'll be back in ten minutes."

"Sure." You nodded as you watched him go.

The rest of the night was more than enjoyable. He took you to this little hole-in-the-wall and you went out on a walk around the town. You guys found yourself downtown at one point. He took some pictures of you and him, which was more than fun since Hook actually knew how to take a picture and make it look good. After your little photoshoot, Hook got a call from his dad wondering where he went off to.

"I'm with Y/N, Dad...yeah...yeah...I'll let you know...alright...bye." Hook ended the call with a huge smile on his face.

"What happened?" You felt a smile start to grow on your face as you watched him put his phone back in his pocket.

"Dad's over the moon that we finally got together. Just told me to text him when we're back at the hotel and safe." Hook pulled you in and pressed kiss to your forehead. "Apparently him and Excalibur had a running bet going on us. He owes my dad $50."

You could not help but throw your head back and laugh. Eventually, you both made it back to the hotel, where he dropped you off at your room and said goodnight. Once you settled into bed, you started to scroll through Instagram. You were scrolling aimlessly, when a picture caught your eye that made you scroll back up immediately.

It was a picture of Hook and you from tonight. You in his hoodie under his arm. You could easily see the hickey you left on his neck. Your eyes immediately darted to the caption.

"He couldn't keep the title, couldn't keep his tag partner, and he couldn't even keep the girl...not like he had her in the first place."

Your eyes bulged out of your head. You flung yourself out of bed, left your room and ran down the hall to Hook's room. You knocked on it until he opened the door.

"What?" Hook laughed at your disheveled self before you showed him the post.

"Are you trying to piss him off more?" You sighed.

He chuckled and pulled you in for a firm kiss.

"If it means he'll finally leave my girl alone, then yeah." Hook pulled you into his room and shut the door.

"I think that was mission accomplished when you were the one who opened my dressing room door." You smiled into another kiss as he pushed you back towards the bed.

"Then the post is for good measure," he climbed into bed with you and pulled you into his lap. "Now c'mere. Maybe you'll have a better night sleep with me."

"It's the same mattress as mine-" You tried to argue as you rolled onto your side, but he just shushed you.

"Just lay with me, silly." He chuckled as he pulled you close.

To no one's surprise, you did sleep better that night.

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Those damn visions: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!reader

request by @bobweirsgroupie (thank you and hope you'll like it) :Maybe Xavier or Tyler x Addams! Reader. Maybe the reader and Wednesday are twins with connected powers? So anytime Wednesday has a vision so does reader and it really scared them ?

warnings: well, apart from the plot being all over the place, none ig

My twin and I were a lot alike when it came to internal aspects – thinking and character. We both preferred to keep our distance, watch from the perspective, gather intel before acting.  Wednesday was a bit more reserved with her emotions, I was rather the “fuck around find out” and sarcastic type of person. While my sister took time to get her revenge and did it with cold face or smirk at best, I would kick asses and burn the world down if anyone hurt someone I cared about. That is if I ever were to admit I cared. But, generally speaking, we had quite a connection and not so surprisingly, when we started attending Nevermore this bond between us developed.

“We need some ground rules.” She stated when we were sitting in our common dorm, Enid gone who knows where.

“Ground rules?” I raised an eyebrow at her “I thought we were aware of each other’s limits?”

“Perhaps, but still.”

“Well, if anything, I should be the one to make them. I’m older than you.”

“By five minutes, shall I remind you?”

“Perhaps, but still.” I smirked

“You are overemotional. You can’t make rational rules of our attendance here.” She spat

“You are under emotional and therefore you are not capable of that either.” I retorted, knowing well enough neither of us was going to back down.  “Maybe we should let Hand cover this matter?”

“It can’t even stay undercover long enough for us not to notice him. I’m not entrusting Hand with my fate.”

“Well then, I guess the ground rules stays as usual. It’s enough we have to stay in the same room during the school year, am I right?”

“Precisely.”

“I’m glad we agree on something. Oh, and just in case, I call dibs on archery as extracurricular, so stay out of this field. Apparently you made some impression on fencing, so maybe stick to that.”

“For once, you have a good idea. I have to take Bianca Barclay down.”

“Well, I’m going to dethrone Thorpe since you already found an enemy for yourself. ”

“I did” she smirked almost invisibly “don’t you dare skimming her off”

***

“Good shot.”

Xavier Thorpe turned around abruptly, his bow high, aimed at me.

“Careful with that” I pointed out and he lowered the gear

“Addams.”

“Hello Mr Thorpe. Enjoying the day?”

“I was. Is your sister somewhere around?” his gaze was fixed behind my back and I shook my head in disbelief

“Nope. You know we have this rule, divide and conquer, she is after Bianca Barclay, you’re ex from what I’ve heard.”

“Enid?”

“Pretty much. This girl is just constantly talking about so many stuff.”

“That’s just who she is. It has some charm.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged “And as for my sister, don’t think I didn’t notice how you were eyeing her in the quad. You really should be careful around her, she will eat you alive if you develop any feelings for Wednesday Addams.”

“Really? She seems more like all bark and no bite”

Despite my best judgement I let out a laugh, which only grow louder at Xavier’s confused grin.

“What?”  he asked

“Don’t ever let her hear you say that. Cause that sentence would really be the course of your slow and painful death.”

“You know, you are different than her.” He pointed out

“Not so much. Perhaps, a bit more open, but everything else is basically the same. I’m a devil in disguise, Mr. Thorpe. You will never see me coming for you, deceived by all my charm.” I took a bow from his hands and  aimed at the butt, scoring perfectly “like I said, good shot, but not as good as mine.” When I turned around I met surprised gaze of my colleague. “What?”

“Could you stop calling me Mr. Thorpe? It’s Xavier.”

***

From the very morning I wasn’t feeling well, so Enid made me stay in bed and skip classes. Not that I was going to listen, but pretending to be obedient was easier than arguing with the blonde werewolf. As soon as she and Wednesday closed the door I jumped out from under the cover, ready to sneak out the dorm. Not for classes though, but into the forest. I heard Xavier had some crazy hiding spot there and I wanted to check it out. You know what they say – knowledge is power and I tried to live by that rule. So, tip-topping through the quad I made it to the school borders unnoticed.

The forest was far more magical than the Nevermore itself, quiet and peaceful, but mystique and eerie at the same time. Perfect combination and it was easy for me to understand why Xavier picked this as his hideout. For some time, not sure how long, I was just wandering around with no clear purpose when all of a sudden I felt extreme headache. The one that makes your vision blurry, your legs to give up and all the sounds and colors excessive.

“Oh, shit!” I muttered sitting down and leaning on the nearest tree, not sure of what was happening, where it came from and why was it so extreme. This was not normal and something inside me was just screaming something was happening to Wednesday. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was someone coming from the woods and running my way. With so many funny ways to die, I was going to be murdered in the forest, outside the school for freaks….. My sister is going to have such a blast when she hears about it.

***

 “You should have been more creative in your suicidal techniques.”

“I had a feeling you would say that” I propped myself on the elbow, facing my twin sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. “I see botany lesson left you with no scars, such a surprise. I was really hoping some poisonous plant would leave a mark.”

“Good to know nothing happened to you” she smirked and faint glow in her eyes gave away the fear she had for me.

“Not that you were worried, of course.”

“Of course. The only thing that made me slightly concerned was that it was Thorpe who brought you here. Something about you running around his hiding spot?”

“Did you  believe it?”

“I tried not to. I thought we had a code and now you bring shame to the family.”

“Black sheep, I guess. Pugsley would be relieved to see me taking the spot.”

“Y/N.”

“What exactly happened Wednesday? Do you have any idea? I mean, I fainted but …..

“What? Trying to find an excuse for being weak?”

“Nope. Trying to blame it on you.” she looked at me with no changed expression but I knew she was curious of what was coming next “I know it was your fault. I .. I felt it. So, did something happen during your class.”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

“Nothing happened.” She repeated flatly, but since of course I did not believe her, I grabbed her wrist and then my head exploded again. I saw exactly what happened. In my mind I saw her having some sort of vision, her head upturned, eyes wide, indulged in her own mind. We both gasped as I retrieved my hand and broke the touch

“What was that?” I blinked, a mix of surprise, fear and curiosity in my voice.

“No idea. But it’s interesting.” My twin narrowed her eyes “we will figure it out, but for now, no one should know.”

“Agreed.” I nodded

“Can I talk to her now?” male voice came from behind the door, fury dripping from it  “you can’t keep me here forever, Addams.”

“What did you do to him?” I sighed, knowing how creative my sister could be ”hope it wasn’t piranhas. It’s not your style to use the same idea twice…..”

*** “How are you feeling?” when Wednesday finally let him into the room Xavier finally get him chance to get inside.

“You brought me here?”

“That’s not the answer.”

“Yeah, I tend to ask rather than answer Better get used to it.” I shrugged “but I’m fine, I guess. Now, why did you help me?”

“Couldn’t risk you dying anywhere near me, right? That would bring suspicions towards me. You know, some crazy creature runs around school and you can never be sure if that’s not me.”

“You suddenly became much more interesting, Mr. Thorpe. And for the record, someone may already suspect you are the monster.”

“Let me guess who” he shook his head, smiling lightly and this view gave me some sort of warmth.

“Me. Of course. You practically just confessed to that.”

“Well then, maybe you will pay closer attention to me now” he looked straight into my eyes and smiled fully.

Fuck! For the first time in my life I felt like I wasn’t in control of the situation.

***

A day later, after some thorough observation, I left the hospital wing and was immediately intercepted  by my sister, who dragged me into the dorm.

“What exactly are we doing?” I muttered as she forced me to the floor, marked with some ancient signs “and since when are you using Celtics?”

“Desperate times calls for desperate measures.” She hissed and sat in front of me, lighting a candle “Enid’s away and it’s our only chance for a bit of peace.”

“So we are searching for the origin of that unnecessary link between our visions?”

“I want it out”

“Mhm. I wouldn’t like to see something that would make me burn my eyes.” I nodded “but do you think we can eradicate it?”

“We have to, Y/N. Now, shall we start?”

We held hands, closed our eyes and called upon the ghosts of the ancestors to lead the way for us, but before anything could happen Enid burst through the door, the wind she caused blowing the candle out and destroying the atmosphere.

“Sorry, girls! But you know, we have to get ready for the Raven’s! We are going shopping!”

“I am not attending that stupid dance.” Wednesday grumpily raised herself from the floor.”

“Oh, come on, Wednesday. Don’t be like that” Enid pouted “Y/N, convince your sister to come!”

“Not going to. And besides, I’m not going either.” I shrugged.

“I’m not accepting that!”

***

Despite mine and Wednesday’s stubbornness, due to some unexpected events, including our little monster chase we were forced to attend the dance. One day, in the middle of the pouring rain, Wednesday drugged me out into the forest in search for some clues. We were all soaked, cold and desperately determined to find anything to get us closer to the solution. It was hard in the pouring rain though and the footprints we found were dissolving pretty quickly. Almost as fast as my wet hair were starting to stick to my face.

“Come on, you know it’s pointless in this weather” I tried to bargain dealing with the water in my eyes when much to my surprise I stopped feeling the drops and an umbrella appeared above my head.

“What are you two doing here?” Xavier asked urging Wednesday to hide from the rain as well

“Investigating.” She muttered

“Does it bring much results?” he smirked

“See those traces. They start as animal and then turn into human, so …..” she trailed and then went all pale. Oh, no, not now…..”

“Wednesday, Y/N? Are you guys all right?” Thankfully this time neither me nor my sister lost conscience, but we were out in another vision for quite a while

“Are we ever?” I muttered eyeing my sister. She was…. Looking at Xavier intensely. I bet it has nothing to do with the fact that she suspected him of being the monster.

“Will you……?” she started

“Will I what?” Xavier was a bit confused but he knew what kind of question was coming

“Will you……?”

“She wants to ask….” I chimed in, trying to take action and resolve this crazy situation that truly had my heart breaking. She was going to ask him to the dance! It should have been me!

“Be quiet, Y/n. Will you go the dance with me?” Wednesday finally gasped out. Xavier shot a glance at me but seeing me looking down at the ground turned the gaze back on Wednesday

“Sure” he grinned and my heart was officially shuttered. “Wasn’t that hard was it?” he added, but slowly shifted position, almost like this question wasn’t meant for my sister.

***

“You are using him.” I pointed out to Wednesday when we were back in school

“Of course. He is probably the monster.”

“I have no doubt about it” I muttered “keep enemies closer, right?”

“You are developing feelings for him.”

“What? No. of course not. “

“You are. Shame I cannot trust you anymore. I guess I’ll stick to the If you want to do something good do it by yourself rule. “

“If that’s what you want. I won’t stay in your way.”

I guess, life has the tendency to take unexpected turns and that’s why Wednesday ended up coming to the dance with Tyler Galpin instead of Xavier (I loved her face when she found out she was set up by Hand) and Xavier choose Bianca as his company. Which left me alone either way.

While Wednesday was clearly enjoying herself on the dancefloor, I was getting drunk on Yeti-tini.

“Hey, Y/N” Enid came to my rescue, since apparently in her opinion I was lonely. “Having fun?”

“Plenty. Between watching my sister and healing hurt pride.”

“What happened?”

“We had a bit of an argument. Nothing important, really, at least nothing that I would take to heart. But she may have pointed out some things I didn’t consider to be true so far.”

“Xavier?” Enid smiled lightly

“What?”

“He’s been looking at you for at least fifteen minutes now?”

“I got a stalker. How wonderful.” I took a sip of my drink, turning gaze on him, causing Thorpe to blush and look down.

“Maybe you should…” Enid started but then we both felt something cold and wet dripping from the ceiling “what is that? “ she-wolf frowned in confusion

“That, my dear, is clearly the end of the party.”

When all hell broke loose and the paint sprayed through the pipes, everyone went crazy and I found myself running around the forest with my sister in search for Eugene.

“Go left, I take the right!” I yelled at her as we parted ways in the cold, empty and definitely eerie surroundings.

And yet again, the vision had really, really bad timing. Before I blacked out my last thought wish was that my sister would be safe.

***

Luckily she walked out, while I ended in a hospital. Again.

“Why is it always me?” I muttered opening my eyes and noticing a pair of very worried dark eyes staring into my face, making me sit up at once “What the hell, Xavier?”

“We really gotta stop meeting like this.” He smirked

“Hear, hear to that. Every time you are around something bad happens. To me, mostly.”

“I’m sorry” he muttered

“Why? Why are you sorry? Why do you care?”

“Because I like you!”

“You like me?” I raised eyebrows. I understood a lot of things. Serial killers minds, criminal techniques, mysteries and talking to ghosts, but this? He liked me? “Why?”

“I have no freaking idea! You think it makes sense to me? It doesn’t! But it is what it is!”

“Could you stop yelling?” I interrupted his train of thoughts, rubbing my forehead

“Are you all right? Were you hurt?”

“I guess not permanently, which is progress. Is Wednesday safe?”

“You talk like you don’t know her.” He grinned and I couldn’t help but reciprocate

“Right? She is a magnet for danger and unusual events.”

“So are you.” he leaned closer taking my hand in his.

“Are you danger, Mr. Thorpe?”

“Well, I guess I will have to stick around long enough so you could find it out.”

“and be your last victim?” I smiled sheepishly, almost unnoticeably.

“I surely hope so…..” he whispered holding my hands tighter.

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[arc-misadventures]

Reborn AU: since Jaune’s father now sees how good Jaune is at fighting do you think they’ll decide to sign him up for a tournament where he’ll meet up with Pyrrha earlier then original and hopefully start their relationship on a positive note with him being that friend she always wanted she had always wanted before beacon.

A Dancing Partner~!

Arc Twins: Age 12

Jaune: Okay… Do I have to do this?

Jeanne: Why not? It’ll be fun!

Jaune: For you. I’ll be out there getting my butt kicked, while you’ll be in the stands munching on the hotdogs!

Jeanne: Okay, but I’ve always wanted to try stadium hot dogs!

Jaune: Me too, which is also why I’m upset!

Jeanne: Look, out of the two of us you are the better fighter.

Jaune: Since when?!

Jeanne: Always, you have more practical experience that I did even in my past life!

Jaune: Shh! Not in public!

Jeanne: Sorry.

Jaune: If you want practical experience, why don’t you compete then.

Jeanne: Jaune, how many times have I tripped up during our training?

Jaune: In the last month, or the last year?

Jeanne: See! I’m still tripping up! The… Wait, hold on; Have you been keeping a tally of how many times I’ve tripped up?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Yes.

Jeanne: How bad is it?

Jaune: Well… You’ve been getting better.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: W-Well… My gear is still being built so I can’t fight, so… Nehh!

Jaune: Gods, you’re such a child… Fine! Fine, fine, fine… I’m already here so I’ll do it, but only once!

Jeanne: Awesome! I’ll go find, Dad, and let him know. Good luck!

Jaune: Don’t pig out on the stadium food!

Jeanne: Hey!

Jaune: Hehehe~!

Jaune: Okay… let’s do this.

~~~

Jaune: I am going to gut you like a turkey, Jeanne…

Jaune may be seen as, for some unfathomable reason to him, as the smartest among all of the, Arc siblings. However, just because your smart doesn’t mean you couldn’t also be the biggest idiot there is.

He should have seen it coming, Jeanne wanted him to be here, she was the one who recommend to their father that, Jaune should compete. And, now at the final round he learned why she was so adamant on getting him to compete. And, Beacon was five years away. That was plenty of time for someone to win the, Mistral Regionals for years in a row.

A one, Miss Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune: Yep… I’m gonna kill you, Jeanne, mark my words…

She looked younger then when he last saw her; of course she would, this was a younger, less experienced, Pyrrha Nikos. Not the, Pyrrha Nikos he knew, loved, and lost. That was an age ago, a lifetime that was now lost. He shook himself, trying to brush away the old wounds, and focus on the here, and now.

: You’re pretty good.

Jaune: What?

Jaune’s stance relaxed as he saw, Pyrrha step forward, twirling her weapon as she prepared herself for the coming bout.

Pyrrha: I saw your previous fights, you’re pretty good. I haven’t seen someone fight that well before. It was really inspiring.

Jaune: Oh… Uhh… T-Thanks… I would say the same to you, but… My sister didn’t want me to know who I would be fighting against next.

Pyrrha: Oh? And, why is that.

Jaune: She said training, but I would have preferred the before hand knowledge of who my opponents are.

Pyrrha: Because I have more of an advantage than you do now?

Jaune: Do you now? Well then, pretty lady…

Jaune drew his sword, and shield, and adopted a defensive stance as we prepared to fight.

Jaune: Care to dance~?

Pyrrha’s perfect smile beamed across her face as she too readied her weapons, and levelled them towards, Jaune.

Pyrrha: My pleasure~!

A sound of a bell rang throughout the air, and the two contestants charged one another as hardened steel cried in rage as their swords battered against one another.

There was a small rule, Jaune liked to apply in a fight: Never go all out. Use small, and precise strikes, strong enough to withstand an opponent’s attack, and strong enough to test your opponent’s attack. This was done usually by quick thrust, and strikes carried out with a quick, precise flick of the wrist. All of this was done to check an opponent’s defences, and find that one weak point he could exploit to its fullest potential.

This time it was slightly different; Jaune, wanted to test, Pyrrha, and see if she was well on the way to become the woman he loved, and lost. And, so far she wasn’t disappointing him.

Pyrrha’s movements, and strikes were quick, and as precise as he remembered, well almost like he remembered. Pyrrha as she was now hadn’t developed her muscles, her reflexes, her overall combat prowess, and hell, she was at least over a foot shorter then when they met at, Beacon. Then again, so was he.

Jaune shook his head of these thought, she wasn’t the, Pyrrha of his past life, and neither was he. They were in a sense new people, meeting for the first time. So, as a opening introduction, Jaune bashed, Pyrrha’s face with his shield.

Jaune never saw himself as an expect conversationalist

Pyrrha stumbled back, her hand twirling her sword, Miló with grace before changing it into a spear, adopting a crouched defensive position. She thrust her spear rapidly at, Jaune who easily blocked it with his kite shield. Jaune was impressed, her hits were fast, and accurate, but they lacked the strength she needed if she wanted to really keep him back.

So, Jaune simply bashed her spear to the side, as he brought his sword in from the side to strike at, Pyrrha. And, as he had her completely exposed for an attack, he felt something tugging on his sword, causing him to swing higher than expected, allowing, Pyrrha to easily role away, and take a defensive position, her sword held at the ready.

Jaune just stared at his sword for a moment before shooting a challengingly smirk towards, Pyrrha. He simple twirled his sword in his hand, and went back on the offensive.

~~~

Jeanne’s eyes we’re locked with laser like focus as saw the spectacle before her. The speed, and strength of their strikes sent shockwaves through the air that she could feel upon her face all the way from her seat in the bleachers.

Jeanne had never really seen how, Jaune fought. Well, how he seriously fought. A training bout, and a duel were vastly different. One is calm, and simple; meant to help improve one skills so they will be better capable of fighting. A duel was to show how your skills were better than your opponent by crushing them in submission.

And, as she watched the two exchange blows, she understood that in their training bouts, Jaune had been going easy on her. But, now she understood, how easy he had been going on her.

Jeanne: Does he think I’m made of glass…?

Acheius: No, no he doesn’t, Jeanne.

Jeanne: What?! Are you kidding me, I mean look at that! He’s never like that when he fights me!

Jaune collapsed his shield into his sheath mode. And proceeded to us that as a second blade, to deflect, and parry, Pyrrha’s attacks before opening it again, and bashing, Pyrrha away. Causing a massive chip of her aura to fad away, pushing, Pyrrha over the brink, and into the yellow.

Jeanne: See! He’s never hit me that hard before!

Acheius: Because he knows you can take it.

Jeanne: What does rhat mean?

Acheius: Jaune knows full well that he could clock you square in the face, and you’d barely bat an eye. His training, as well as my training with you was to improve your foot work so you’d stop kissing the ground. And, if you don’t believe me, well, just ask, Jaune to punch you in the face. Then you’ll understand why he never saw you as made of glass.

Jeanne: Fine…

Acheius: Good, and with that you’ll also understand why your mother is putting you in dancing classes.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: She’s doing what?

~~~

The duo were sent skidding across the ground until they stopped several feet apart from on another.

They crouched on shaky legs, their respective blades probing each other up as the stared down one another their breathing heavy, and faces dripping with sweat. Their fight had been gruelling, un relenting, and unforgiving, and the duo were having a blast.

Jaune looked over to the, Aura meter, and saw that they were both around, 50%. An annoyed chuckle escaped his lips as he looked over at, Pyrrha’s challenging smirk.

Jaune: I don’t suppose we could settle this by, ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors?’

Pyrrha: Haha~! No, no I don’t think they’d let us do that.

Jaune: Odds, or Evens then?

Pyrrha: Still don’t think they’d allow it.

Jaune: Naww…

Pyrrha: Cheer up, besides this has got to be the best fight you’ve ever had! You’ve been smiling the whole time!

Jaune: Aye, but we’ve been at this for ten minutes, and so far our auras are barely at 50%.

Pyrrha: And, that means I have to get you to 25% to win~!

Jaune: Haa… If that’s how it’s going to be…

Jaune shoved his sword back to his sheath before raising his weapon, and activating its bastard sword mode. Pyrrha stared with wide eyes, and this shocking new development, all while, Jaune smirk deviously at her.

Jaune: You best prepare yourself little lady~!

Jaune charged, Pyrrha, raising his weapon, high before he brought it down hard on, Pyrrha’s shield. Causing her legs to buckled falling into a kneeling stance from the force of the impact. Jaune brought in a hard slash from the side that sent, Pyrrha flying.

A shocked expression was engraved upon, Pyrrha’s face at the shear ferocity, and power behind each swing, until, Jaune’s struck with a force of a storm, that sent, Pyrrha’s weapon flying,

Pyrrha looked in stunned shock as her weapon was sent across the arena. She head turned to see, Jaune hold his sword above him, before thrusting towards, Pyrrha’s chest, striking with a deafening clash of metal, upon metal, that sent her flying. But before she fell, a loud, ‘bong’ sang there the air, to signalize that the match was finally over.

The colosseum erupted into a chorus of cheers as, Jaune walked over to, Pyrrha dazed form as she look skywards, his face filled with a shock, and confused expression as she saw, Jaune come into her field of view.

Pyrrha: I-I lost…?

Jaune: Yep, you lost.

Pyrrha: Really…?

Jaune: Haven’t lost a fight in a while have ya?

Pyrrha: N-No… No I haven’t.

Jaune: Oh, then its a good thing you lost then.

Pyrrha: It is, how?

Jaune grabbed, Pyrrha’s arm, and hoisted her up. He made sure she was okay, before walking over to pick up, Pyrrha’s weapon.

Jaune: Well for starters, it stops you from getting cocky. Makes you realize you are not invincible. This could probably save your life in the long. Stop you from running head first into a situation that could get you killed because of your arrogance.

Jaune picked up, Pyrrha’s spear before passing it back to her her, who caught it with ease.

Pyrrha: That’s… That’s some pretty good advice…

Jaune: Any advice that will keep you alive is good advice.

Pyrrha: Haha~! That is true.

Jaune: Besides, you did learn some valuable lessons. Which are more valuable that some shiny cup.

Pyrrha: Hmm, that I did. More so that I need to focus more on muscle strength, my flexibility, and overall endurance.

Jaune: And, learn better control of your semblance.

Pyrrha’s eyes widened in shock as she looked away nervously.

Pyrrha: I-I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about… I-I don’t have a semblance.

Jaune laughed as he watched, Pyrrha try, and stumble her way out through a terribly concealed lie.

Jaune: One: That was adorable, trying to lie like that.

Pyrrha: A-Adorable?

Jaune: Second: You really think I didn’t feel that little tug on my sword now did you?

Pyrrha: You noticed?!

Jaune: Barely, most people probably wouldn’t notice it. So I recommend you work on your control of your semblance… Whatever it is. Might save your life one day.

Pyrrha: I’ll… I’ll go do that.

Jaune: Well, It has been a pleasure, Pyrrha. I look forward to our next fight.

Pyrrha: So do I. And, thank you for the lesson, Jaune.

Jaune: No problem.

Jeanne: Jaune!

Jaune: Uh oh…

Before, Jaune could turn around, he felt his younger sister jump on his back, and hug him.

Jeanne: You won, you won, you won!

Jaune: Yes, yes I won. Please get off of me.

Jeanne quickly got off her brother before bouncing in front of, Jaune’s face with a wild look in her eyes.

Jeanne: Now, before you go, and collect your fancy cup, you need to do something for me!

Jaune: I do?

Jeanne: Yes!

Jaune: And, that would be…?

Jeanne: Punch me in the face!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay.

Jaune reeled his fist back, and threw a solid punch dead centre on, Jeanne’s face. The force of the punch rocked her head back for a moment before she went back up. She looked at her brother with a wide smile on her face before her hands shot up, and she cheered loudly.

Jeanne: Whooo! I can take a punch! I can take a punch! Take that, Nikos! I can take a… Whaaaa?!!

(Thud!)

Jeanne: Oww…

Jaune, and Pyrrha looked down as the sad form of, Jeanne as she face planted the floor.

Pyrrha: She needs to work on her foot work…

Jaune: We’ve been trying… But, yeah…

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #acheius arc #jeanne arc

[batwynn]

Someone please kick my butt into gear. I have an appointment and important calls to make tomorrow and my brain is doing the ‘panic and sit frozen not doing anything’ mode thing today.

Help me obi Juan whoever the fuck you are….

You’re my only ho.

#help me get to work #I actually genuinely really want to work on these arts #but brain is being mega rude about it #ADHD #bullshit brain #I get more anxiety the longer I sit here #Jfc please brain please stop #how do you get it to stop?

[novankenn]

Custom Made Order

Deciding she had enough, Velvet kicked it into second gear and once she was in range, and that Coco had taken a moment to slow down to turn a corner...

Coco: (Once she stopped rolling) Ow......

Velvet: (Sits on Coco's stomach) You have some explaining to do... so start.

Coco: (Groaning) No, I've done.... (Velvet flicks her nose) Hey!

Velvet: Somehow you changed Jaune into a girl... an adorable girl, but a girl, and now Jaune is a half spider-half woman creature. What did you do?

Coco: I... um... I...

Velvet: Coco start talking or...

Coco: You wouldn't!

Velvet: Yes, I would. Now start talking.

Coco: Okay, just don't do that, okay?

Velvet: Start talking and I won't.

Coco: Alright, so I might or asked, and by asked I mean coerced the Headmaster into making me an elixir that would transform Jaune into a girl.

Velvet: How? Why?

Coco: He's got magic or something, I don't know. I just know it worked, and that noodle has become the girl of my dreams.

Velvet: Why would you do...

Coco: And let those legs and butt be wasted on Schnee or Nikos!?! She's too good for them! She deserves someone that will take care of her...

Velvet: But Jaune was a guy. Why?

Coco: The dance. I saw... I saw...

Velvet: What did you see?

Coco: My future. I saw my future, okay. That dress, Jaune's moves, told me he wasn't who he should be! So I worked out a deal with the Headmaster...

Velvet: What deal?

Coco: That I would turn his favourite coffee mug into dust if he could make Jaune become a girl?

Velvet: And WHY did you think that Headmaster Ozpin could do that?

Coco: Well, he DID do just that!

Velvet: But... but... how did you KNOW that the Headmaster could do what he did?!?

Coco: I don't know! He's old and stuff, so I just thought...

Velvet: Because he's old? You figured he knew how to make a body transforming potion just because he's OLD?!?

Coco: Maybe?

Velvet: What about the spider thing?

Coco: No idea. No idea.

Velvet: Okay. We're going back and...

Coco: (Starts to thrash and struggle) No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Velvet: Calm down!

Coco: She's going to eat me! She said it herself!

Velvet: For what YOU did to Jaune... she should! Now stop being such a pansy and let's go. You're going to apologize to Jaune, and then you are going to FIND a way to reverse this all!

Coco: (Crying) Please no!

/=/

Jaune was feeling strange, and she was sure it was more than just being mortally embarrassed about flashing the whole school, or mortified about now not only being a girl but also a half-spider creature. It was something else, something more insidious. She found herself eyeing Nora in a less than wholesome way.

Nora: Are you okay, Jaune-Jaune?

Jaune: (Blinking) Er... what?

Nora: You kind of spaced out on me there. Are you okay?

Jaune: I'm just not feeling myself.

Nora: Of course you're not yourself, silly! You went from being you to an absolute knock-out babe, and now are a super ominous and sexy looking spider woman! Can you smoother me with your boobies?

Jaune: (Blinking) Er... come again?

Nora: I said... Can you smoother me with your boobies?

Jaune: Ah... why?

Nora: Because they're massive, and I saw it in a movie once.

Jaune: Oooookaaayyyy.

Nora: Really? You will?

Jaune: Ah... er... no.

Nora: But you said...

Jaune: (Looks about herself and see people still staring at her.) I need some clothes. Can we do that?

Nora: Okay, but then we'll talk about you smothering me in your cleavage!

Jaune: Nora...

Nora: Jaune.

Jaune: Really? You really want me to do that to you?

Nora: Until I pass out!

Jaune: Can I think about it?

Nora gives Jaune a look, one stating she didn't believe her.

Jaune: I promise.

Nora: Arc's word?

Jaune: Yes.

Nora: Say it.

Jaune: (Sighing) Arc's word.

Nora: ...

Nora: YES! YES! YES! YES!

Jaune: Nora... I need clothes!

Nora: (Grabs Jaune by the wrist and starts to walk) Well, come on, then!

Jaune: (Struggles to hide her private bits with the lab coat) Wait!

Nora: NoPe!

#rwby #jaune arc #velvet scarlatina #coco adel #jaune arc x coco adel #frenchroast #henshin #Is this another Jaune becomes a girl fic? #female!jaune #Custom Made Order... #jaune is a monster girl?

[foster-the-world]

Hard

Things have been hard with baby boy. Three weeks ago he had a really bad week at school (3K) - after doing well all year. Amongst other really unregulated behaviors he scratched his friend - twice. One time at pickup and one time at daycare. The kids Dad called and screamed at me. All I could do was apologize over and over while he yelled at me. Baby boy plays rough but is not normally aggressive. Over a year ago (at 2.5) he bit his friend one time. We made a big deal out of it and he never did it again.

We pulled him out of school short term to figure out a plan. Also not sending him to daycare anymore. The boys parent said he could not go if baby boy was there. Daycare said they would not kick him out (we are close with them after many years) but we didn't want the boy to suffer when he was the one who got hurt. We will get after school care for the rest of the year. At this point its only two more months.

No idea why he was out of whack. Maybe daylight savings time but he was still sleeping a lot??? My Mom flew in to help - Thank God. He's an angel for her and she's a baby/kid whisperer. I had a really hard time with it - random crying. Spiraling with future worries in a really unhelpful way. I'm not generally much of a crier but I also went out of whack. I suspect there was some residual bad/helpless feelings left over from foster care mixed in there.

He seemed to understand scratching his friend was bad. He asked if he could write an I'm sorry card for his friend. His friend was over it within minutes. The Dad clearly was not.

Despite fighting all year for services this kicked my butt into further gear. Managed to get the SEIT (masters degree special ed teacher) that we've been pushing for all year. Ten hours a week one on one while in class. She seems good. I'm guessing she's a recent graduate - but that's fine. Right now we've only been sending him for the two hours she is with him. Next week we will add in another two hours. Then a full day. He's very happy at home with my Mom. She's staying for a month.

Keeping him home has all been our choice. His teacher never wanted him out of class. I just didn't want to risk him doing it again when we didn't know why he was acting like that. He's normally wild but not like this. At the time it felt like keeping him home was keeping him safe. Since going back he's been behaving fine at school. So fingers cross it was just a bad week. This all happened to coincide with his second development pediatrician appointment where he got a official ADHD diagnosis. Also coincided with the response to our special ed due process hearing. We won. We can now pay an enhanced rate to find providers and got over 100 hours of back pay hours. With his ADHD diagnosis came a recommendation for parent training. Got lucky and found someone who seems solid. Starting Monday night. Its virtual and after the kids are in bed. I'm excited for that. It gives me hope there is a "right" way to help him. Of course, its not covered by insurance even though its the recommended treatment for kids under six. Put him in a social skills class- also not covered by insurance (=blah). I don't think it will help but figure he may enjoy it. I believe (and research shows) kids this young can't learn how to act when they are upset at a time they are not upset. But also believe it can't hurt. At this point we are trying all of the things. He finally has OT, PT and speech - all outside of school hours but that's okay. As I suspected the speech person said she has not noticed any problems. We will probably stop that soon enough. His dev ped said we can medicate. She says research shows it helps but also higher chance of side effects when it starts at a young age. I'm very pro medication but not interested in starting until he is old enough to properly verbalize how the they make him feel. If he always acted how he was during his bad week that would be a different story. Right now meds aren't worth the risk.

Thinking we will put him in a integrated class next year. I was hesitant but this experience made me change my mind. We are touring two schools in May. One said they'd probably have a summer spot. They will bus him - which I heard is terrible and unreliable but will see how it goes.

I love him so much. I want a crystal ball that tells me how to help him. Anyone have one of those?

[ijwrsmff]

What about an alternative ending to the poly Yandere loid and yor, like where reader beats up the guys trying to get Anya and they bead the shit out of the robber. Like reader can hold their own in a fight (not like yor or loid but their not defenseless either) Sorry if it’s too long 😓 I love your writing btw

No worries!! I kept some things the same and changed other things, but if you want a complete rewrite after this just lmk! I'm glad you like my writing ;-; I hope you like this rewrite! It was fun to write for a kick-butt reader.

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You couldn’t just stand by and do nothing…

A few meters in front of you, a group of teenage boys were harassing a little girl. Now that just won’t do. 

You rushed forward and shoved the biggest of the boys out of the way, and he barely stumbled back. 

The little girl looked so scared…you picked her up in your arms and glared at the boys, “What? You can’t take on someone your own size so you mess with a little girl? Real low, you creeps.” And you tried to walk away with the little girl. 

The boys all laughed, and a couple pulled out knives. 

The little girl began to cry, and screamed “MAMA! PAPA!” 

You shushed her to comfort her and tried to run, but one of the boys grabbed you, trying to take the girl out of your arms. 

“We’re gonna take that little one there. She goes to that big fancy school, that outfit could make us lots of money.” 

You scoffed, holding the girl close to your chest, as you glared down at the group of boys. 

“Shh…It’s okay.” You told her, setting her down behind you. “I got this.” You gave her a quick thumbs up, before rushing the leader head on. 

You knew from experience the pack would go down if you took out the leader. Usually the leader is the only one with any real guts, so you aimed at him first. 

He went to slash you with his knife, and it barely connected with your shoulder as you stepped out of the way and swept his feet out from under him. A quick kick between his legs and he was all but crying on the ground in front of you. 

Before anything else could happen, the girl looked up at you and smiled. “They’re here.” She said. 

A man and woman rushed up, and took care of the rest of the boys within a matter of seconds, before turning to you. 

The girl ran over to her parents. They looked so scary for a moment, before melting at the sight of their little girl all safe. 

The look on the woman’s face turned soft, and she bowed to you “Thank you for saving our Anya.” 

You giggled softly “I couldn’t stand by while they were terrorizing a young girl. I promise I would have done anything to protect her.” 

Now the man looked at you, assessing you with his eyes before he walked over to you and shaked your hand. “We’re the Forgers. I’m Loid, this is my wife Yor, and our daughter Anya. Thank you for trying to protect her.” 

Anya looked to her parents, before turning to you. Something like gear turning happened in her head and she swayed towards you, “Oh, how I wish I had a babysitter. Mama and Papa can be so busy, they would pay really well, but how will I ever find someone to babysit me?” And she fell against you, causing you to hold her to prevent her from falling over. 

Loid and Yor deadpanned at her antics, and you spoke up, “Babysitter…?” And you turned to the couple, “If you need someone to babysit her, I actually have some experience!” 

Yor walked towards you and beamed, “Someone who would do anything to protect our Anya is trustworthy enough to watch her! It would only be a few days a week, and I promise we can pay well!” She grabbed your hands, and smiled wide at you. 

“Well…I’m in school, but it’s all online! If I would be able to work on homework while I babysat her it would be perfect!” And you smiled back at Yor to match her own smile. 

Loud patted Anya’s head and stepped towards you as well. “It’s settled then, when can you start?” 

And that’s how you began to work for the Forgers. It was perfect, and you harbored feelings for the couple after spending not just time with them, but Anya as well. 

To them, the fact that you had such a good relationship with their daughter meant the world. It only caused them to like you so much more…

Today, you were having dinner with the Forgers, sometimes you did a couple times a week after they returned from work. 

It was…quiet. They seemed to be thinking deeply about something. Anya looked back and forth between the three adults, and she said, “Mama…Papa…can they live with us?” 

They both looked shocked at the question, before Loid spoke up, “Well Anya…that would be up to them. They have been babysitting you for a couple months, it would be nice to have them here all the time.” 

There was some type of hidden meaning behind his words, but you couldn’t decipher it. 

Yor looked at you and smiled, with a light blush on her face, “What do you say? Would you like to live with us and work for us full time?” She looked hopeful, and her leg was bouncing up and down, as a nervous tick.

“I-I would love to!” You beamed at them, and they looked relieved to hear your answer. 

Anya hopped up and scooted your chair out, hopping in your lap, “Yay! Anya has a babysitter all the time! And mama and papa can spend even more time with them!” Both looked flustered at the outburst. 

Loud frowned, “Anya, finish your dinner.” He said to her in a scolding tone, but the glimmer in his eyes showed it to not be too serious. 

“Mkay!” She said. 

After that…it seemed as if the Forgers were home more often. They took a couple days off work to help you get moved into their home, and you found you liked them very…very much. 

It wasn’t until someone tried to break into your home that you realized just the extent they liked you too. 

It was a normal day, you took Anya to school as usual and Loid and Yor were both at work. You heard the door knob jiggle from your spot on the couch. That was weird…it sounded like someone was trying to get in. But Anya wasn’t supposed to get off the bus for another couple hours, and Loid and Yor both had keys. It didn’t take this long to unlock the door…

You walked over to the door, and pressed your ear against it. 

“Damn thing…come on…open…” 

That wasn’t their voices.  

You panicked and called out “HEY! GET OUT OF HERE THIS ISN’T YOUR APARTMENT!” 

The jiggling didn’t stop. In fact, it seemed to get more vigorous. 

Without thinking twice, you called Loid. Please…please pick up. 

He answered quickly “Hello? Is this an emergency? I’m at work.” 

“Loid…someone’s trying to get into the apartment.” 

You heard something drop from the other side of the line, and he talked to you as calmly as he could, “I want you to push the couch against the door. I’ll be there soon, just stay calm. I’ll call Yor, she’ll come as soon as she hears.”

He was right…it would be best if you did as he said. But something in you…you couldn’t stand by. This was your home. The home you shared with your loving family. 

You grabbed a knife from the kitchen and swung the door open, with a look so cold it made the man recoil back. You didn’t hesitate, you stabbed his shoulder. 

“Gah! You bitch!” He said, and he went to stab you with a knife of his own. It almost implanted itself in your side, but you were quicker. You grabbed his wrist and folded it over, breaking it instantly. 

Another noise of pain came from the man. He stumbled back, dropping his knife. He tried to run away, but…

“GET AWAY FROM OUR BABY!” Yor’s familiar voice came from the stairwell. 

Yor ran up, and immediately grabbed the man by the back of his neck and kneed him in the gut. 

But wait…did she call you…their baby?

Yor rushed over to you, and Loid ran up the stairs a few moments later. The man quickly tried to plead with them, but one kick and Loid sent the man flying down the stairs. You heard a loud crack and didn’t hear any noises after that.

They turned to you with cold expressions, and Yor spoke up first, “He could have hurt you. He doesn’t deserve to live on the same planet as you.” 

Loid pitched in afterwards, “Someone so vile as to hurt you is in for a world of pain. If he even touched you…we’d kill him.” Before he realized his words and gave you a shy smile, “What I mean to say is…we love you. We’d do anything to protect you.” 

Yor came over to you, “We got you something!” She sounded way too happy for someone who may have killed a man. 

Loid walked over as well, “We got it a while ago…but now seems like as good a time as any.” And he pulled something out of his bag. 

It was wrapped, so you had no idea what it was. 

“Close your eyes dear.” He said. You didn’t wanna question them right at this very moment, so you did. 

You felt something wrap around your ankle. 

Opening your eyes, you looked down. Was that…a tracker?

“Loid! Yor! What is this?” You leaned down and tried to get it off, only to get a light shock sent through your leg. 

Yor smiled, and leaned in, giving you a quick peck to the lips. “Don’t worry, it’s just so we know where you are. Press that button on the side and it called us immediately. It will tell us if you’re in trouble.” 

You froze in place, “But…” You started.

“But nothing,” Said Loid, “Things could be dangerous for you. We want to keep you safe.” He put a hand to your back and led you into the apartment, leaving the man on the floor in the hallway. 

Yor followed you two, and Loid moved the couch back to its place, before sitting you down in the middle. 

Yor sat on one side, Loid on the other. They both held your hands, and you found yourself at a loss for words. 

“Don’t worry baby,” Yor said after a few moments of silence, “We’ll keep you safe. At the cost of anything.” 

You were theirs…like it or not. 

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